not sure if it was too long or too bright

Nothing More [ I ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst

Length: 6.8k

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Watching the man you love love someone else was the most painful feeling in the world.

Nothing More Masterlist

Originally posted by progamerbyun

The rain fell just loud enough for you to hear, the skies a beautiful but somber grey and the world feeling otherwise silent. The birds weren’t chirping. The neighborhood seemed empty. It was just you. You and your empty apartment and your thoughts. The all consuming thoughts that made the silence seem so loud. His voice just kept replaying in your head, like the soundtrack to the otherwise quiet moment.

“I think she’s the one.”

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incredibly specific things about Bakugou’s wardrobe that i have noticed:

  • he owns lots and lots of black/dark blue tank tops
  • loves wearing baggy pants and probably buys them all a size or two larger than necessary just so he can pull off his Look™
  • wears an incredibly bright orange belt to hold up his way too large pants so they don’t fall down around his ankles. however he still wears his pants way too low despite the belt. child is dedicated to his Look™
  • owns way too many skull/Punisher t-shirts. i’m 98% sure he still wears the same brand that he wore as a child. refuses to change looks. will buy any t-shirt as long as it’s black and has a skull on it 
  • only ever wears loafers. sometimes boots. but always loafers
  • never wears socks (b/c the only time he wore them he got kidnapped. both times.)

okay i know i made a giant post talking about the video but i just can’t let it go.

Look guys, i adore Patton. I really do, he’s one of my favorite characters, but because he’s so different from myself i find it really hard to relate to what he’s going thru currently. If anything he reminds me of my best friend and that just makes me want to protect him.

On the other hand we have Virgil, a character i actually really relate to, and Logan , who i also relate to a lot.

When i’m faced with things i can’t get out of i react by lashing out.

Logan was faced with a situation he couldn’t fully explain, in a setting where he was being ignored, in a room where he had no control of anything. He lashed out in self defence and confusion. We can actually say Logan was scared because a part of him sees the path Thomas is going regarding his career as a waste of what he could have done, he says and points this out several times during the video. But also he was scared because his plan failed, his last move of action to get Thomas to a more benefitial mind set was shot down by all the ones who shouldve been helping.

We can’t forget that Logan was being incredibly pushy regarding going to where he thought would help. He forced his opinion over Patton’s and made him do something he was clearly uncomfortable about [letting the others into his room], but he didn’t do it out of malice, he did it of ignorance and a wish to help.

Virgil on the other hand tried to play the peace maker of all the characters, trying to interrupt when Logan was pushing too much out of Patton [but Virgil himself gets interrupted by Roman] and trying to reign Roman in when his ideas start getting more and more frantic and slightly creep. He also gets startled when Thomas screams and i love that

Then Virgil is thrown into a room so different from his own, and is the last one to enter it because he kept having doubts about it, that the first thing he says when he appears in it is relevant to feeling ashamed and embarassment, calling his past work cringy and edgy

The longer he stays in the room the worse it starts affecting him. The other two [not counting Logan] are hit with full happy and nostalgic memories but Virgil is being attacked by every embarassing thing Thomas ever did, and it’s taking a toll.

The room is shiny, almost ethereal, incredibly surreal looking. For a being like Virgil, who needs a reality check, this is already upsetting. Add in to the fact that the other two are hyper, and Roman franticness is being directed at different things instead of their lost love. Virgil is standing right beside a frantic and loud person while in a surreal looking space.

That’s why when he reaches the binder of papers he has in hand he enters a non-verbal episode. It’s suddenly too much, everything is happening too much and too loud and too bright and too surreal. Besides suddenly going non-verbal he starts to panic slightly, hidding behind whatever he has at hand [which is still the binder of papers], shifting eyes constantly, not making eye contact, doubling over himself and making himself look smaller.

Also please notice the background music in that moment. Yeah, sure it’s happy, but there’s an eerie quality about it until it changes when Logan has a realization.

It takes Virgil a really long time compared to usual to say “no” and when he does his voice dones’t sound like his, and he covers his mouth immediately after. Then Logan tries to get them out of there for Virgil’s and Thomas’s sake, but no one listens to him. He gets ignored, he gets hurt, he lashes out and hurts Patton. In his rage he goes away.

Now there are a few interesting things. Patton looks guilty but sad, Thomas looks shocked and confused but its a duller look, Roman looks surprised but in general unconcerned. And Virgil?

Virgil looks terrified.

Logic and Reason has just left the room. The only thing keeping his own personality trait [Anxiety] in check has just left the surreal ethereal looking room. Virgil is left without a support. And he’s terrified

Blind Side - Chapter 3

Intro | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

You stood alone in your closet, wearing nothing but a silk dressing robe, surrounded by outfits and accessories for every occasion. Flowing gowns, skin-tight workout gear, mix-and-match business attire, and a ski suit you wore for all of five minutes – you’d honestly rather freeze than look like a walking marshmallow. You never thought this day would come, but here you are. Hundreds of options, and nothing to wear.

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Hey guys! This took me so long to write and I hope you enjoy it! Wanted to make it as relatable and realistic as I could, so I would love to know what you think! This is also super long, you’ve been warned!

Oh and… smut ahead ;)

Toronto, 23:12 p.m.

It’s late and Jo is so tired she feels like passing out at the kitchen table. She stares at her textbook but the paragraphs seem to blur in front of her eyes and she frowns, trying to decipher her notes on public international law. Her eyelids are heavy and she stifles a yawn, rubbing her eyes.

Shawn is sitting across from her, a focused look on his face while listening to demos, one headphone in, nibbling on his bottom lip, looking at the screen of his MacBook.

Jo normally loves evenings like this. Her and Shawn working until the morning hours, engulfed in their passions.

She loved how they would bring out the best out of each other, supporting each other, staying up so late to get that song done or finish that paper for uni.

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chronic illness gothic

- “you don’t look sick” says a smiling face for the hundredth time that day, “you don’t look sick”. you wonder what “sick” looks like and how everyone knows except for you.

- the walk home from the bus stop took you five minutes yesterday. today it’s longer. surely it’s been at least three hours? you look around for a place to sit down, maybe a water source. you will camp out for the night and continue the journey tomorrow.

- “how are you?” they ask, and the dance begins. you pull your mouth up into a smile, feeling your jaw creak with the effort - “i’m fine thanks, and you?” you parrot back to them, keeping the smile carefully plastered in place. this is the dance you perform every day. you don’t know what would happen if you tried to change it, and you don’t want to find out.

- you find a bottle of pills in a cupboard. they’re prescribed to you, with your name typed in neat letters on the white sticker.
where did they come from? what are they for? were you supposed to be taking these?

- you forget that other people don’t feel this way all the time. there was a time when you didn’t feel this way too. wasn’t there? you’re fairly sure there was, but you can’t quite remember when or what it felt like.

- hospitals are strange. like they don’t quite fit into the rest of the world. the lights are too bright, noises too loud, silences too silent. you’re not actually sure if time continues outside the hospital while you’re inside. no matter how long you’re there, it never quite feels real.

- you are fairly certain that no one mentioned their expertise before you got sick, but now everyone is a specialist in your illness. it’s impressive and baffling - how long did they study? why didn’t they talk about this passion before? how is a trained neurologist unemployed and playing CS:GO all day? the questions are endless.

@leonygunawan said: HEY HEY ITS ME AGAIN SURPRISE SURPRISE!! ive come back with a genius idea of jeff x reader where jeff inflamed his rotating cuff (i googled this btw) and y/n is so excited to treat him bc y/n have always been the one that got sick or injured and jeff always treats her like y/n is a fucking queen. She would bring his books, drive him to school, feed him(?), dress him or shower him if you feel comfortable writing that part but if you don’t just leave that one thank you so much… again for writing!

Author’s Note: I incorporated only a few things because with an inflamed rotator cuff he’s not totally useless ;) And the gif really has nothing to do with the story. It’s just cute.

Originally posted by sensuous

Jeff X Reader

“So it’s just an inflamed rotator cuff? Nothing too serious.”

“Yep.” Jeff grimaces as he unbuttons an old button down shirt, trying very cautiously to shrug out of it. “I got some anti-inflammatory meds and I’m on six weeks of rest starting today.”

He easily shakes out of one sleeve, but barely doing so must cause him a wave of pain. His sudden sharp intake of breath startles you into motion and you hold your hands out to stop him. “Wait, wait, wait. Let me.”

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Zombie-Jack (Rob?) Head-Canons

Originally posted by marielgum

(Because I’ve seen this guy everywhere! I want to fall down the rabbit-hole as well! 
And thank you too @magic-marvin-protection-patrol for inspiring me with the ask I saw on your blog!

I’ve seen that Rob was created by Malvin the Magician? I’m unsure of it, but he was a magic trick gone wrong? Or Malvin tried to revive Jack after Anti killed him?
Not sure! But there’s a semi back story!) 

- The guy has a stomach of steel. He will eat anything and everything. Rotting meat, fresh produce; I’m pretty sure some of the other egos have seen him try to chomp down on a shoe once. 

- He’s constantly hungry, but if he eats too much his stomach will start to swell and then he barfs it back up. You’ll have to hurry him away before he starts trying to eat that too. 

- Despite his Zombie appearance, Rob is actually quite intelligent. But sometimes, when he’s really hungry or sleepy, he’ll start moaning and stare off into the distance. Non-blinking and wide-eyed.

- If he stays like this for too long, he’ll start wandering off aimlessly. Running into things and chasing after bright lights or very noisy objects. 

- Anti found him trying to chase a firefly in the backyard one night. Then proceeded to tease the zombie with a laser-pointer.

- Chase has a harness and a leash so he can take Rob out on walks when he’s hungry. 

- Chase constantly has to pull Rob out of trashcans and pull on the leash to stop him from chasing any animals they come across.

- He bruises almost instantly and can be harmed easily. If he bumps into a particularly sharp corner of a table, his skin will tear. Doctor Sneeplestein is quick to patch him up before Rob makes it worse. 

- Because of his lack of nerve endings and general heart-beat; Rob can’t feel pain. And due to his easily torn skin and ligaments, he can actually tear off his limbs and throw them at people. 

-”Hey Rob, can you give me a hand with this?” 
Pans over to Rob smirking as he twists his wrist and tears off his hand, throwing it at JackaboyMan. 
“Not what I meant!” 

- He gets easily confused though. If you talk too fast or move too quickly, Rob will ask you to repeat yourself. His brain is a little mushy due to, you know, being dead. 

- Anti and Rob have scaring competitions to see who can make the other egos scream the loudest. So far Anti is winning due to his unfair advantage of “Horror Movie Night” and Malvin pretty much use to Rob’s attempts at scaring him.

- After-all, Malvin did create him and the two were stuck with each other until Rob escaped and the other egos discovered him.

- Rob is generally a nice guy. Can sometimes get grumpy due to his hunger, but he likes to joke and laugh just as anyone else.

Originally posted by blackdogs-world

Prompt:  Ohh well if you insist. How about Bones x reader and a uniform malfunction whilst on an away mission. Trouser split or acid melting away fabric kind of thing. Embarrassment but then fluff etc etc, realisation of feelings etc. 😘
Word Count: 820
Warnings: Clothes being pulled off of you
Author’s Note: This was really fun to write

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Young - Pt. 3 [G.D mini series]


Summary: Y/N had always had bad luck finding love, but it was wrong of her to feel things for the troubled young student she was supposed to be counseling.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: age gap, smut, angst, mentions of death/suicide, etc.

A/N: This whole series was mainly focused on smut haHA but I had to bring in a plot, and here we slowly see a lil other side of Gray… These are so short to me probs cuz I’ve upgraded to 4-5k words in my novel oml

I got ready for my date, wearing a nice silky rose dress that was short, tight, and very low-cut. I wanted to impress the guy, because I was done being sad and single. I’d been messaging him - Neil - for a while and it was time to finally meet face to face, and to say I was anxious was an understatement.

I couldn’t get Grayson out of my head though, and I hated that. I wanted to reach out to him and see if he was okay since the earlier incident. Though I knew the only way I could privately contact him would be through that stupid app. I knew he felt more comfortable with that being the teenager that he was.

Little ol’ me just decided to see what he was up to first.

A video popped up, and he seemed to be in a car on the passenger seat. He had his hood up and was lip-syncing to a Drake song which made my heart flutter all over the place, especially when his lip did this thing where it lifted up for a single second.

Then, I heard giggles.

He stopped lip-syncing almost halfway as his eyes turned to the sound of the girl laughing, and when he laughed with her, I felt something weird in my tummy. I didn’t think I ever heard him laugh unless they were playful chuckles. It annoyed me, to be honest, because his laugh was beautiful. I could only explain the feeling in my gut as jealousy, but why? It was a good thing he was out having some fun. Great thing, actually.

Suddenly feeling confident, I went and took a picture of myself in front of my tall mirror - slightly mocking him and made sure my already-exposed chest and thighs were in clear view. I had my hair pinned up in a nice, slightly messy bun, strands going down to frame my face as I lifted a finger up to touch my lips.

‘Date’ I captioned, telling myself that this was for my girls and everyone else I had added to see. I didn’t even have time to look at it again before I saw that my Uber was outside waiting.

I nibbled on my lip almost the entire way there, clutching onto my bag and phone with my foot moving up and down. I got a ton of people telling me that I looked great, and to have a good time. I loved how my closest friends managed to make me laugh when they’d mention something sexual, but they knew I wasn’t like that - unless I was drunk, which hadn’t happened in a long time…

The restaurant we planned to meet up was a nice yet pretty expensive one. I didn’t really do these, but I didn’t want to seem boring and far too simple. I wanted Neil to like me, and if this is what he was okay with, then I was, too.

First seeing him made me think of one word: cute.

He was a blonde, rather skinny, probably not going past 5′6, and he had a baby face. It made me realize how much I preferred taller men, maybe bulkier, with dark hair, bright loopy eyes, and a jawline that would look great shaved or with scruff.

It made me realize that I’d compared him to Grayson Dolan.

Neil was cute, he had a good job, and he was polite… I just wasn’t sure I was feeling it anymore once we started talking. His life sounded far too nice. I mean I’m sure he had his problems and his issues like everybody else, but he was far too chirpy at times, far too… perfect. I never thought that’d be a flaw.

While we waited for our food, knowing it’d take a long time, I quickly took a picture of our nice table and put on the location before posting.

Bad idea.

As I tried my best to be friendly for the next maybe ten or so minutes, even though I wasn’t having a great time per say, I saw him from the corner of my eye and almost choked on my glass of water out of pure shock. My eyes were wide, but I remembered that Neil was there so played it cool and excused myself after saying I was okay, pretending to pay attention to a notification from my phone before sneaking glances at Grayson when Neil continued speaking about God knows what.

He wore the same hoodie over his head as in the short video, a gray one, and I could see that devious smile as he searched the place very carefully yet suspiciously. Was he sneaking in since you had to have a reservation here a few weeks prior?

My heart had been speeding up, even more so when I saw a girl trailing behind him. A frown came onto my face when I recognized her as well.

“Y/N. Y/N… Y/N,” Neil snapped me out of my daze, waving his pale hand about to gather my attention again.

“Huh?” I blushed. “Sorry…”

He laughed. “It’s fine. Thought I lost ya there. As I was saying…” His voice muffled as it entered my ears, and I was back to watching Grayson - only a bit more discreet so Neil wouldn’t question me.

Seeing my phone light up, I secretly grabbed it, glad to have something in between the table so Neil wouldn’t notice - and saw a blue mark next to Grayson’s name as he had written to me through SC.

Before opening it, I could see him staring down his own phone, grinning to himself like he’d just thought of an incredibly joke. Let’s see what this is about.

Maybe it was better to ignore it, but I had to see.

graysondolan | How’s scrawny doing?

I clenched my jaw, ignoring his comment on Neil.

yourusername | What are you doing here?

graysondolan | Date.

I looked at him and he winked, making my heart skip a beat. I was just glad he couldn’t tell.

yourusername | Grayson, you need a reservation weeks beforehand.

yourusername | And is that Jess?

Jess was the girl I’d paired him up with for his tutoring sessions. She was pretty, a straight A student, and I thought she’d work well with Grayson… I guess maybe a little too well.

graysondolan | Yeah…? I came to root for you. Friends do that, right?

yourusername | Leave. Right now.

graysondolan | Much rather stay when you’re looking like that.

My lips parted at that and I looked at him, his eyes roaming all over my body from what he could see. Huffing and feeling my cheeks burning up, I put my phone down and glared over at him to find him now intensely looking at me while his own ‘date’ was looking at the desserts. Ignore him, I told myself as I shut my phone and slammed my bag down to the side to actually pay attention to Neil. I was on a date, how rude could I possibly get?

I lifted my hand to my chin, faking interest in a smile as I reached for Neil’s hand. He didn’t do anything, he just continued talking about computers and whatnot as his fingers danced over my own. He didn’t seem fazed, he didn’t even seem to be focusing his eyes on me. Hell, I could feel Grayson’s eyes on me more and the thought had me shifting in my seat as I tried so hard not to look back at him.

I tried to remind myself that I needed this. I was never the one to think that I needed a man, because I didn’t, but I felt so lonely. Although, I wasn’t sure Neil was going to give me what I wanted. He had good traits, but there was no fire there. I’ll admit, it had been a while since I did anything and I was becoming very frustrated.

Wrongly, this gorgeous 17 year-old wasn’t helping my poor case.

Neil kept talking so much that I had begun to forget how my own voice sounded. It sucked.

I guess Grayson grew tired of the fact that I wasn’t answering or acknowledging him because next thing I knew, he was coming over and pulling a chair over for himself.

I pulled away from Neil’s sweaty hand and stared at Grayson as he turned the chair around and sat with his legs spread.

“Hey, dude, what are you–”

Grayson glared over at Neil, but nonetheless gave a cold smile that had my spine shivering. “Sorry to interrupt the date, but I needed to talk to Ms. Y/L/N,” he said, shifting his gaze to my own surprised one.

I sat there gawking like an idiot, hating how close he was and how he kept staring at me. What in the world was his deal? First meeting Grayson, I would’ve never thought he’d act like this. I didn’t know how to feel.

“Hey, kid. Who the hell are you?” Neil asked, brows furrowed.

Grayson’s jaw clenched at the word ‘kid’ and he opened his mouth to speak, when I cut him off before he blew up. “He’s a student I’m counseling, Neil. Don’t worry,” I sweetly said. “What did you need, Grayson?” I asked genuinely, even though I wanted to practically yell at him.

He glared at me for a moment. “Advice.”

“It can wait,” Neil said, clearly annoyed now that he wasn’t the main focus for his computer talk.

“It’ll be quick,” Grayson replied, not taking his eyes off of me. My breath hitched with that familiar eye contact and I tingled everywhere, clearing my throat.

“G-go ahead,” I said, voice low. “Quick, Mister Dolan…”

“Thanks. You know Jess, right?”

I nodded, seeing Jess behind him now eating an appetizer with her phone in hand, clearly not paying much attention. She probably didn’t even know where Grayson had gone.

“Yes, what about her? Is she not helping you enough?” I suddenly grew worried with the thought. I didn’t want Grayson to have a tutor that wasn’t willing to help him do his very best…

“No– yeah, yeah, she’s great. Just uh… you know, she’s– she’s on birth control,” those words came in and I wondered if she needed help with anything and wanted a woman to help her out. Stupid, clueless Y/N. He continued, “And… it’s cool, you know. We were planning on coming to mine, hang out a little, and I don’t really have condoms, so–”

“What the hell…” Neil mumbled to himself as Grayson shrugged, still keeping his eyes on me as if I was the only one there, yet he could clearly hear my date next to him.

“I haven’t fucked in a while, what do you want me to do?”

I gasped. “Grayson–”

That seemed to be the last straw for Neil, since he made a disgusted look. “Is this what you teach the students you’re counseling?” He practically put quotes on the last word, making me gape. How dare he question my job?

“What? No, I have no idea what he’s–”

“You know, Neil… if I was you, I wouldn’t have brought her here,” Grayson commented, finally turning to actually look Neil in the eye. Even he felt intimidated and I knew it due to the bobbing in his throat, his eyes trying to close in on Grayson’s as he straightened his back. Seeing them both only made me see Grayson would be able to practically squish him down in a heartbeat. “Do you see those legs? I’d have them wrapped around me the minute I saw them, fuck this.”

I was speechless, and Neil had had enough. Shaking his head when he saw me staying silent, he got up and decided to leave straight out of the restaurant. Grayson laughed to himself and I took the moment to finally realize that he wasn’t himself - clearly - because he was intoxicated.

How could I not see that? And why had he done it?

“You need to come with me,” I said, gathering all of my things after getting looks from other people.

“Well I was planning on coming with Jess,” he said, pointing over to Jess, who had gone missing. When I looked around in panic for her, I saw her leaving, sending me a peace sign and a wink. I dropped my shoulders, wanting to rip my hair out. Teenagers were exhausting. “But I guess this works, too…”

“Grayson, you’re underage,” I said lowly. “We need to go, even though I’d very much like to punch you in the gut right now for so many things.”

When I helped him up, his droopy eyes stared down at my lips that were all of a sudden too close to his. “Very appropriate.”

“I will literally grab you from your ear like a child and pull you out of here, Grayson.”

“Why the fuck do you people keep calling me that?” he asked, voice laced in annoyance. “I’m not a kid, or a child.”

I stared up at his tall figure, feeling everyones curious stare still on us. “Well then stop acting like one! Now let’s go.”

Thankfully, he let me drag him out with no more problems. I called a cab nearby to drive us home– well, there was no way to know where Grayson lived and since he had fallen into a deep sleep in the cab, I had no other choice. I didn’t want him in any trouble. It was just for a night.

As the driver took us to my place, I couldn’t resist the urge to push Grayson’s hair back when his head fell gently onto my shoulder, to see his sleepy eyes shut with soft breaths releasing from the small parting of his lips.

Then I realized that I had been holding onto his hand, both of them clinging to each other on my lap as the cab driver went through the darkening road.

This boy made me feel things. Weird, unexplainable, bad things. It was inappropriate to think that I was truly sexually frustrated when around him, but my heart also hurt for him and fluttered all at the same time and I didn’t know what the hell to do about it.

He was too young.

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here

Originally posted by descendantsource

Part One - Part 2

A/N: Sorry this took so long to post! This high key sucks but Idk if little kids read these and I didn’t wan to get too invested if you know what I mean. I hope you guys enjoy and just know that you can always send in requests! (Please send in request cause I’m high key clueless) 

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Iideku one-shot for healing…

Rating: GA
Words: 3,100
Warnings: bullying


It was late by the time the internship meeting ended. The dorm’s common room had bled out of color and settled for ocre shadows and the stark light of the TV that only Kaminari was watching. Tenya had been stretching for a few minutes after his evening run, near the window that gave to the courtyard so that he’d have an excuse to look out as he bent over and pulled at his muscles gently. He heard the sound of Yaoyorozu’s voice behind him as if coming from a distance. He hadn’t even noticed her arrival.

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thehundredbellarke  asked:

hey!! congrats on 1.5k followers that's AWESOME and we loved caramelkru but mellamymake is so cute too! <3 can we request a fic? with the prompt "we drunk-kissed but you forgot about it and i don’t know how to act around you anymore wtf" or "okay i get that there are no seats left in this cafe but like i am trying to read here no you cannot have this chair my feet are using it thank you very much please get out of my face now” au please? Thanks for doing this :)

ahhh thanks you guys! ty for all the love <3 it’s def very much reciprocated!


[also on ao3]

“You’re late,” Raven announces when Bellamy walks in, barely looking up from where she’s shaking M&M’s into a bowl with a distinct air of mild vengeance. “The last time we did movie night, you gave me all kinds of shit for being, like, two minutes late. And now, you’re late. So, A+ for hypocrisy, I guess, assho—”

“Shut up,” Bellamy says automatically, ducking into the kitchen with a furtive glance down the hallway. A chorus of muffled laughter drifts in from the living room, a small whoop from Jasper ringing clear above the noise. “Is Clarke here?”

Raven tears her gaze away from her snacks to raise a brow at him. “Of course Clarke is here. Why the hell wouldn’t Clarke be here? Why would you come all the way in here just to—” Her eyes widen, and she drops the bag of M&M’s onto the counter, turning to face him. “What the hell did you do?”

“Nothing,” he says defensively, crossing his arms in front of him. “Nothing’s up. Why would you think something’s up?”

Raven’s sharp gaze narrows. “Because you walked in here to find out if Clarke was here instead of just going in there and, I don’t know, using your eyeballs?” She cocks her head, face scrunching in suspicion. “Also, I didn’t ask what was up. I asked what did you do.”

For a brief moment, Bellamy pauses to think about what it would be like to attempt lying to Raven, just to get out of this awkward situation.

It takes him approximately two point four seconds to arrive at the conclusion that it would most likely be far less awkward if he chose not to attempt it at all.

He takes a deep breath, glancing warily over his shoulder. “Okay, fine. If you must know — last night, Clarke and I were hanging out—”

Big shocker,” Raven deadpans, one brow arched. “Continue.”

“And we were— well, we had a few drinks—”

Raven snorts. “Even bigger shocker. And?”

“And then,” he says, his voice strained. “And then we… kissed.”


Raven frowns. “And … ?”

He reels back a step, unsure how to react to her total lack of surprise. “And… that’s it. We got a little too drunk, and we— we kissed. By accident.”

Raven rolls her eyes. “God. You two are literally the most boring couple that aren’t actually a couple to have ever existed in the history of forever.”

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I love Hot Air Balloons!

Dean x Reader

Brief mentions of Sam, Cas, Jody, Donna, Claire, Garth and Crowley (seriously the whole Scooby Gang). Lots of fluff to balance the smut.

Warnings: Smut, Oral (female receiving), slight Doctor Kink, language, period talk.

A/N: This is was written for Beca’s Big Celebration Challenge. @jensen-jarpad

You woke up in the middle of the night with some awful cramps on your left side. You left your sleeping boyfriend and walked to the bathroom. You tried but you couldn’t go so you thought it may just be indigestion or an old injury flaring up. You took some Tums and a couple of Tylenol and returned to your snuggly boyfriend.
“You ok, sweetheart?” Dean asked in a sleepy but concerned voice. He wrapped his warm arm around you.
“Yeah, my tummy hurts.” You pouted in a baby voice.
“Period?” He questioned.
“No, that was last week remember.”
“I do, now that you mention it. You want me to rub your belly, Baby?”
You curled closer into him, “Yeah, that would be nice.” His rough hands felt nice on your soft skin, you let his expert touch guide your relief.

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two times he cried and one time we kissed


Jared Kleinman couldn’t sleep. It was either too dark or too bright, too hot or too cold, and he was thirsty. Padding down the stairs to get a glass of water, he heard a hushed voice from the kitchen, and paused to make out the words.

“I just don’t know, Heidi. I know in the long run… Well, I’m sorry, but he wasn’t very good for Evan. But… This could make it worse…”

There was a pause. She must be on the phone.

“No, I know. I just- oh my goodness, that’s horrible! Are you sure he’ll be alright?”

Another pause.

“Look if Evan- … If you need anything, call me?”

“Ok, goodbye.”

And of course, Jared didn’t know what was happening. But his best friend was - well, he didn’t know exactly, but it must not be good. So, quiet as a mouse, he slipped back up the stairs and opened his window, grabbing a firm hold of the closest tree branch, and began climbing down. Dropping to the wet grass from a couple feet above the ground, he noticed a stuffed lamb lying on the sidewalk. Evan must’ve left it here when he stayed over last week, Jared thought, picking up the toy and beginning to run down the street. One, two, three houses down and one across, Jared was there. He had seen a truck outside today, but it was gone now. He put the chewed and worn lamb in his left hand and began scaling the tree to Evan’s window, pausing to see the stars at the very top before opening the window and climbing in. And what he saw scared him.

The room was, well, a mess. It wasn’t in the meticulous state of order Evan preferred, and Jared thought he could see why. Evan was lying in bed, curled around a pillow, and crying. Jared had seen something like this once before, when they had been in a restaurant that was really loud. Evan had to go outside, because his mom had said “He didn’t like the noises” in there. Jared hadn’t cared though, cause afterwards their moms had let them play on the swingset outside the restaurant, and they had felt the sun on their faces. But this seemed different. He wasn’t fidgeting like he had that one day, with his hands moving all around and everything, he was just sort of small and shaky. Like he was all out of energy and just wanted to cry.

“Evan?” Jared said quietly, noticing his friend start at the sound, and burrow deeper into

his blankets. However, he had stopped shaking as much, so Jared decided to continue.  

“I have your lamb,” he said, fingering the soft, chewed, ear and walking over to sit by Evan. “You left it in my yard, last time your mom had you come over for the night.” Jared slowly crawled into the covers next to Evan and handed him the toy. Suddenly, though, he decided to change tactics. He put his arms around Evan and did what his mom always did when he was sad. He started singing.

“Oh won’t you come with me

Where the moon is made of gold

And in the morning sun

We’ll be sailing

Oh won’t you come with me

Where the ocean meets the sky

And as the clouds roll by

We’ll sing the song of the sea”

Jared stopped singing when he felt Evan’s heartbeat slow and fall into a regular pattern. He smiled into Evan’s hair as he fell asleep.

And if his mom was worried when he wasn’t home, she must’ve called Heidi immediately. And if she did, Heidi obviously checked her son’s room, and didn’t think for a moment to wake the boys.


“Evan, I’m busy,” Jared muttered, hardly looking up from his phone. He was seven rounds into this tournament and wasn’t going to lose just to hear Evan talk about some girl for an hour. But, as he looked up to tell evan to beat it he noticed something. Evan was rocking back and forth on his toes and fidgeting, clear signs that things were getting overwhelming quickly. And Jared was nothing if not Evan’s friend - no matter how terrible he was at it. He quickly turned to his ‘friends’ and powered down his phone before speaking:

“I’m tapping out now, guys. You win.” He then immediately got up and put his hand on Evan’s arm, steering him towards the hallways as his tics got worse, contorting his face as he rapidly blinked his eyes.

“Hey, no, Evan?” Jared muttered, panic for his friend rising in his voice, “We’re almost here, ok?” He continued muttering words of encouragement as they hurried out of the cafeteria and tried to find a secluded area to sort this out.

Broom closet. Bingo.

God, this is so gay.

“Evan. Buddy?” Jared spoke up, trying to catch Evan in the eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sorry sorry sorry,” Evan murmured, falling against the barely closed door of the closet and closing his eyes.

Jared inwardly sighed. He thought this had been getting better. “No, shit, um, no. Evan? You don’t need to be sorry. Your d- he’s not here anymore. Ok?”

Silently cursing his inability to deal with the situation, Jared awkwardly stuttered around asking Evan if he needed anything, before looking down with a start. Soft, hiccupping gasps began resounding in the small closet as hot tears fell down the younger boy’s face, pooling on his chest.


“Shit, Evan?” Jared muttered, sitting cross-legged on the floor by his friend and moving his hand forward uncertainly. “Ok, no, I need you to breathe with me. Evan. Evan? I need you to breathe.”

And Jared did what he’d learned to do four years ago. Back when they’d been closer, in seventh grade. He pulled the younger boy’s head onto his chest, taking long deep breaths and stroking his friends hair.

“Shh, shh, it’ll be ok. Shh, I’m here, it’s only me. Shh.”

And you know what? It was ok.


It had been one week. One week since everything had gone to fucking hell and Jared had left Evan to pick up the pieces. One week since Evan had reportedly “remembered” what had happened that February. And on this one day, this one week, Jared was scrolling through his Tumblr when he heard a knock at the door. Shaking his head - someone else will get it - he settled back down to see who it was. Then he heard a voice.

“Jared, if you don’t answer that door and let him in, you’re losing your phone for a week!”

It was his mom.

Grumbling, Jared slowly made his way down his stairs and opened his front door. There were a lot of things he could have expected when he opened the door. Alana could be here. Pizza delivery. Mailman.

But there was one thing Jared most certainly didn’t expect as he pulled open the door and squinted into the sheets of rain falling.

And that thing was Evan Hansen.

Suddenly he understood what his mom meant.

“Jesus,” he muttered under his breath, then sized Evan up and sighed, “I’m only letting you in so my mom won’t take away my phone.”

As the door opened further, Evan flinched away from the light and walked slowly into Jared’s living room, fiddling with his cast and darting his eyes about the room. Sitting down on the couch, Jared came to another realization about the shrunken figure currently standing in his living room.

Evan was crying. Silent tears were streaming down his face, making his breath catch and his face turn red and blotchy.

“What wrong, Ev, fall out of another tree?”

Suddenly, Evan was still. His eyes widened and the tears stopped - but only for a moment. It was like a shield had gone up. Ice had frozen him.

And then the shield shattered.

The ice fucking melted.

Evan fell to the floor, sobbing. Loud gasps filled the once silent room, building up in the air and exploding like a thousand water balloons.

Shit, Jared thought, looking helplessly at the shaking figure on his floor. But before he could move, Evan spoke.

“Jared, I didn’t- I… I didn’t fall,” another gasp broke the silence before Evan continued.

“It’s… I… I jumped.”

And then he looked up. Blue eyes wet with tears met blue eyes closer to tears than Jared would care to admit.

And then Jared made a decision. He slowly climbed down off of the couch, crawling toward his friend. Slowly, deliberately, Jared lifted Evan’s chin and leaned in.

And it was electrifying. Their lips met, the soft and quiet before the music crescendoed. Hot, salty tears fell and mixed on their shirts, matching the steady thunder of rain on the roof. Hands in hair, hands clutching shirts, pulling, needing what was happening.

But a perfect moment can’t last forever. Thunder pulled the boys into the real world, jolting them apart. They looked at each other a beat, wet eyes meeting, before Jared broke out into apologies.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Evan. Shit, that wasn’t-”

But for once, Evan was the interrupter instead of the interrupted.

“No, it was… good. It was good.”

And it was good for a long time after that.

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I commissioned the wonderful shootbadcabbies to draw me some teenlock star!John kisses, and it turned out more perfect than I could have imagined. Thank you so much! I am absolutely in love with it. I had to write a fic for it too. SBC is partially responsible for putting the AU in my head. Thanks again, dear! Hugs xx

Sherlock wasn’t sure when it had started. It had been going on for so long now it was as if it had always been a part of his life. Well, his dreams. The golden boy who shined as bright as a star visited him every night. Sherlock didn’t know where he’d come from or why he visited, but he knew the boy’s visits were too regular to be a recurring dream.

Once you’ve eliminated the possible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

He’d learned that while watching an episode of Star Trek with his brother one night. So, even if it seemed impossible, the star boy was real and, evidently, there to stay. Sherlock soon began to grow attached to the star boy and rather looked forward to his dreams. He and the boy had become good friends over the nights Sherlock dreamt of him. They would talk for hours about any subject. The star boy was remarkably bright (no pun intended) and was very eager to listen to Sherlock. He even educated him on a few subjects, and Sherlock remembered every last detail the boy said to him.

One night, Sherlock gave the boy a name: John. The two of them had a grand celebration that night, dancing and singing and Sherlock watched in awe as John made the stars dance and shine. Sherlock had woken feeling energized and happier than he had in quite some time. But lately he woke up empty and alone after his time with his John star.

‘You’re drifting,’ John said. Sherlock blinked and looked over at the golden boy, a soft smile on his face.

'Sorry,’ he apologised. 'My mind’s a bit restless tonight.’

'Your mind is always restless,’ John said with a laugh. 'What’s on your mind tonight?’

'You,’ Sherlock admitted, a soft blush dusting his cheeks. John laughed softly.

'You’re always thinking about me.’

'This time is different.’

'Oh?’ John smiled at Sherlock, his curiosity peaked. 'How so?’

'I…’ Sherlock bit his lip, his blush deepening. 'I’ve been thinking about how much I like to spend time with you. How I sleep more than I ever used to. It’s because I want to see you. All the time. I… We’ve grown close over the time we’ve spent together. I was thinking… I… It’s stupid.’ Sherlock turned away, hiding behind his curls.

'Hey.’ John touched Sherlock’s cheek, a touch of stardust left behind. 'Nothing you say could ever be stupid. You’re brilliant.’ Sherlock’s blush reddened from John’s praise. 'Tell me.’

'I can’t,’ Sherlock whispered.

'Why not?’

'It’s embarrassing.’

John chuckled. ‘You humans and your embarrassment. It’s quite endearing.’

'Don’t laugh at me,’ Sherlock huffed. 'What I’ve got to say is personal.’

'OK.’ John sat down and motioned for Sherlock to do the same. 'Go ahead and speak. I’m listening.’

Sherlock plopped down in front of John and stared down at his lap. He glanced up at John from beneath his lashes. He took a deep breath and began talking.

'I’ve been thinking about this for a while now,’ he said softly. 'I… I’ve grown to appreciate your friendship and I enjoy all the time we’ve spent together, but…’ He swallowed thickly before saying all at once, 'Ithinkweshouldtakeourrelatioshiptothenextlevel.’

John blinked. ‘What?’

'I think… I think we…’ Sherlock huffed and scowled at John. 'I think we should take our relationship to the next level.’

'I don’t understand.’

'What?’ Sherlock blinked, confused. 'What don’t you understand?’

'What’s the next level of our relationship? Aren’t we already best friends? Isn’t that the highest we can go?’

Sherlock breathed out in relief, a small chuckle escaping him. ‘No, silly. Friendship is only the beginning. It can go a lot further than friendship.’

'Oh? How so?’ John smirked softly, knowing exactly where Sherlock was going with his little speech.

Sherlock grinned. That was exactly the opening he’d been hoping for. ‘Like this.’ He crawled over to John until he was nearly sat in his lap. John stared at Sherlock, his eyes wide and his chest heaving. Sherlock pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss before he had time to over-think it. John gasped, his hands reaching out to grasp at the first thing he could find. It happened to be Sherlock’s thighs, his fingers leaving a trail of stardust on Sherlock’s pyjama bottoms. Sherlock hummed softly into the kiss before pulling away. Both boys’ chests were heaving, their lips slightly swollen from the kiss, and their eyes half-lidded.

'Wow,’ John breathed out. 'That was… wow.’

'My sentiments exactly,’ Sherlock whispered. 'Want to do it again?’

'Yes,’ John breathed out, his chest still heaving. Sherlock chuckled and pressed their lips together again. John’s hands tangled in Sherlock’s curls, gold stardust sprinkling into his hair. Sherlock moaned softly, his arms draping over John’s shoulders, and dared to lick across John’s bottom lip. John giggled and pulled away.

'Sorry. That tickled.’ They giggled over that for a bit before calming down, John’s hands now resting back on Sherlock’s legs.

'I want to show you something,’ John said after a few minutes. 'Something special.’

'Okay.’ Sherlock grinned at his John star. 'What is it?’

'Hold on tight, and close your eyes,’ John instructed. 'It’s a surprise.’ Sherlock did as John said and felt a whoosh of air pass over them.

'What happened?’ Sherlock asked.

'No peeking,’ John said. 'We’re almost there.’ Sherlock nodded and squeezed his eyes shut tighter. He felt something soft touch his feet. He wriggled his toes and giggled when the soft fluff tickled him.

'Okay,’ John said. 'Open your eyes.’

Sherlock opened his eyes to see the night sky, stars twinkling every which way. He gasped and stared at how beautiful it all looked. He looked down and saw what had been tickling his feet. A cloud. They were sitting on a cloud.

'Oh my god,’ Sherlock whispered. 'This is amazing.’

'Thank you.’ John flushed with pride. 'This is where I live when I’m not visiting you.’

'You live here?’ Sherlock looked around the sky, a goofy smile on his face.

'Yes. I’m a star, as you know. This is where I stay when you’re awake. I sit up here and watch over you as you go about your day.’

'So, you’re like a guardian angel?’

'In a way. I guess I’m more of a star guardian. Only special people get one.’

'So, I’m special?’ Sherlock’s eyes lit up. 'The universe thinks I’m special?’

'Yes,’ John said softly. 'Very special indeed. And only the people who come to be loved by stars are allowed to see their homes.’

Sherlock froze. ‘You love me?’ he asked, his voice a quiet whisper.

'Yes. I’ve loved you for a long time. I’ve loved you as a friend, and now I guess I get to love you as a romantic partner. Is that alright?’

'Yes!’ Sherlock cried. 'Yes! It’s perfectly alright!’ He flung his arms over his John’s shoulders and pulled him in for another kiss. John hummed and wrapped his arms around Sherlock’s waist. Sherlock draped his legs over John’s lap and pulled himself as close as he could. They had to break apart so Sherlock could breathe.

'I love you,’ Sherlock said when he’d gotten his breath back. 'I love you so much.’

'And I love you, Sherlock,’ John whispered. 'My special human boy.’

'My star,’ Sherlock breathed out. 'My shining star.’

They sat there, kissing on the cloud until Sherlock had to wake up.

'Come with me,’ he asked John. 'Please. I hate waking up without you there. Please come with me.’

'To Earth?’ John asked. 'Are you sure? I won’t be hated there?’

'No. My mum will be happy to see I’ve finally made a friend. She won’t care where you came from or how you got in my room. Just please come with me.’

John mulled it over for a bit before nodding. ‘Okay,’ he whispered. ‘I’ll come with you.’ Sherlock pulled him in for a tight hug, a lovestruck smile on his face.

'Thank you,’ he whispered. 'You have made me the happiest boy on Earth.’

'I’m glad I have. Now go. I’ll follow you.’

Sherlock nodded and found himself slowly waking up. He quickly sat up when he remembered what John had said and frantically looked around for him. He wasn’t in his room. But John had said he’d come with him. Where had he gone?

A soft glow lit up the room, streaming in through Sherlock’s window. He shot out of bed and raced over to look outside. John was sat on the back lawn, rubbing a hand through his hair. Sherlock danced in place before rushing out to greet his star. He ran right over to him and they fell onto the grass, wet with fresh morning dew. They kissed passionately, John hugging Sherlock to him as they kissed.

'Good morning,’ Sherlock said breathlessly when they pulled apart.

'Good morning,’ John replied. He smiled at his silly human boy and ran a hand through his hair, sprinkles of stardust settling in it. Sherlock smiled down at his star, his heart beating wildly in his chest. John was on Earth, John was real, Sherlock was awake and John was real and John was with him. He kissed his star again, running his hands through his fluffy golden hair. They broke apart to breathe, their chests heaving.

'I love you,’ Sherlock whispered.

'I love you, too,’ John replied. The slowly got to their feet, a small pile of stardust left in the grass where John had been lying.

'You might want to be careful with that,’ Sherlock said, pointing to the dust. 'Humans don’t leave dust behind, and I don’t want anyone to know about your true self. Just me.’

'Okay.’ John waved his hand and the dust flew away on a gust of wind. His skin also had less of a glow to it afterward, though his hair was still a lovely golden blonde.

'Come on.’ Sherlock took John’s hand and squeezed. 'I want you to meet my mum.’

'Okay.’ John grinned at Sherlock and gently ruffled his hair so the stardust fell out. 'Let’s go.’

flammenkobold  asked:

Because you made me have Feelings(TM) about Vax and Vex with your last posts: Who is going to sit Vex down now to do her hair? Who is going to make fun buns for Pike? Is Vex going to style Pike's hair into fun buns for her wedding with Scanlan? Is she or Pike teaching Grog how to make funbuns for the little gnome kids? Is Vex going to sit her own children down and do their hair and teach them how to do it? Is anyone else ever allowed to do her hair in return?

Keyleth sits Vex down in front of the mirror and says, “Here, let me.”

“Thank you, darling,” Vex says, still a little stiff (always, these days, a little stiff, as though still suffering from an old wound that has improperly healed), “but I’d rather not.”

“He taught me how,” Keyleth replies, having learned long ago to push through Vex’s reticence in manners like these. Still, she hesitates before she adds, “I don’t have to, I just thought. I thought it might be nice.”

And Vex wants to say no, of course, because that is theirs, but. Maybe it is the quiet understanding in Keyleth’s eyes. Maybe it is the thought of her all alone up the mountain. Maybe it is the spring-crisp breeze through the open window, and the white blossoms carpeting the garden below. Maybe it is just time, and having had enough of it.

Maybe her hair is just particularly heavy against her neck today, and she wouldn’t mind the feeling of slender fingers through it again.

“Alright,” she says, turning back to the mirror, and the smiling half-elf behind her is too bright, too delicate in separating the long locks of her untamed hair, but her fingers are sure and her brow quirks the same way, and the raven feather tied into the end of the braid is a nice touch. Vex is glad to think he’ll be here too. Weddings should be for happy memories, not grief.

“Thank you, dear,” she says afterwards, standing to press a kiss to Keyleth’s warm cheek.

“You’re welcome,” says Keyleth. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Let’s go see our friends get married, shall we?”

“Yeah,” Keyleth agrees, and she only looks a little heartbroken beneath the joy and excitement. Time, thinks Vex. Nothing but time. “Yeah, let’s do that.”