notes on doors

anonymous asked:

you'd stepped through a mirror and ended up here, a long, blank hallway with a floor covered in grey tiles. doors line the walls as far as you can see, all of them having their own unique look. you stop in your tracks to read a small green sticky note stuck - taped? - to one of the smaller doors - "this the shitty au lads"

😂😂😂😂 accurate and we would tape a sticky note to a door omfg this is wonderful Nonnie thank you 💜

~Mod Karissa

satoshiice  asked:

I loved your recent fic "who ya gonna call?"! You're literally one of my favourite writers when it comes to getting malec and magnus right. But I also have a huge soft spot for magnus/jace! Could you maybe write about jace being completely enamored by magnus and learning more about him and falling in love with him during the time that magnus is letting him stay with him.

Alrighty! Here is some Jace/Magnus… I hope this is what you were looking for. @satoshiice

The turning point, for Jace, came suddenly.

When he walked through the door of the penthouse his hips were aching. The fae he had been with the night before had been voracious, requiring at least three rounds before she was satisfied.

He had expected the penthouse to be empty. The Warlock, Magnus Bane, was almost never in town. He became used to the notes on the door, out to Paris. Won’t be back for a week. Unless of course, Alec came by. Then a week was almost inevitably cut short.

So he was unprepared for Magnus to be standing, shirtless, in the kitchen dicing tomatoes at a frightening speed. Jace couldn’t help but make a small noise of alarm when the knife looked like it was a bit too close to Magnus’s fingers, which alerted the man to his presence.

“Wayland,” Magnus said, “I’m cooking dinner. Are you interested in joining me?”

“You cook?”

Magnus raised an insulted eyebrow, “I was trained by Alain Passard. Of course, I can cook.”

“Who?”

“A famous French chef… Silly me, I shouldn’t have presumed that a Shadowhunter would have any idea about gastronomy. Now, are you interested in joining me?”

“Uh- yeah,” Jace said.  

Magnus sighed and turned away from Jace to resume dicing tomatoes. It gave him a chance to observe the older man’s firm back. The sharp line of his spine that curved at the base, where it was bracketed by two dimples in the musculature.

Jace had only ever been attracted to women, but watching Magnus he had a sudden appreciation for Alec. No wonder he had come out, so spectacularly, so intensely, for this man.

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anonymous asked:

Giorno and josuke Headcannons for a s/o who was pronounced dead, but later its found out that theyre a certified assassin that had been sent to kill them. Of course the s/o dosent wanna kill them, but its a great time for a reunion right?? (Im horrible at request scenarios but all i know is i love giorno so im sorry if its a horrible prompt)

Aaah! I love this request tbh, even if it’s hard for me to think of a reason why Josuke would have an assassin sent after him lol. (ALSO THE JOSUKE ONE WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE THAT LONG BUT IT FELT INCOMPLETE WITHOUT ALL OF IT!)

Josuke:

  • Josuke refused believe his love was dead. At first he thought the note on his door about you being killed was some sick prank, but after days of you going missing, the reality of the situation would sink in. Rather than the police or something, Josuke would immediately get the crew in Morioh and call up Jotaro to tell them about the letter and that you were missing.
  • Even though they searched for months, there had been no sign of you, and every day that passed deepened the cracks in Josuke’s heart. Every day had been a nightmare of self blame and of thoughts of what might have happened to you. Thoughts of how your death could have been so, so painful, and that he wasn’t there to fix it like he always promised he would.
  • After accepting that you weren’t going to be a part of his life anymore, Josuke would head to the spot where the two of your first met. He’d close his eyes and take a deep breath, before feeling a knife press against his neck. Though you were prepared to for him to fight back the moment he opened his eyes, when he did, his face went from completely tense to overwhelmingly relieved, almost as if he completely forgot the knife to his neck (which is mostly because he DID.)
  • “Babe… Babe, you’re back!” He’d pause, holding back his tears. “I looked everywhere for you! Are you okay?! Were you hurt?!”
  • His genuine concern for you caused you to drop your knife and cry as well. He’d immediately hold you as close as he could to him, all while crying into your shoulder about how much he missed, and how he had wished everyday that he could see you again.


Giorno:

  • Losing his lover was devastating to him. At first he didn’t want to believe it, he hadn’t been there when you ‘died’ after all, and he knew that you were strong enough to protect yourself… but after ‘DNA’ evidence was taken from your ‘corpse’, he would have no choice but to accept. While he didn’t allow himself to be affected for very long, he internally blamed himself everyday you were gone.

  • So waking to you hovering above him in bed was immediately like a dream to him. He reached out to you, running his fingers through your hair.

  •  “Amore mio… Please, forgive me. I never meant for you to get hurt.“ 

  • Though his face was serene in his half asleep state, the tears that were forming in his eyes stood in contrast as they begun to drip down his cheeks and his breathing became unsteady.

  • In response, you couldn’t help but pull the knife you had away from his throat before holding him in an embrace. You began to cry and apologize profusely, admitting to him that you had been hired to assassinate him and that you were too scared to defy your orders. Though you expected him to become angry at your revelation, all he did was rub your back as you cried, whispering sweet nothings and kissing the top of your head, promising that he’ll take care of everything as long as you continued to stay by his side and never leave him again.
[collection] infinitesimal

Sex with Neji is soooo fucking good, Tenten forgets that she has neighbors and her walls are paper thin.. ^_~ *winkwink@gracie-sketchy-cat

I have no further explanation for this. I’m so sorry.

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Tenten blinked.

So did Neji.

The awkwardness of it all was killing her. Tenten cleared her throat, unsure of what else to do, and read the note tacked to her apartment door again.

To the couple getting it on in apartment 410,

First and foremost, congratulations — the best way to celebrate the end of a successful mission is loud and indulgent sex. It’s important. We get it — we’re shinobi, too.

Of course, we also get that being able to have a full-night’s sleep before a mission is also just as important, and that’s sort of hard to do when the apartment walls are paper-thin. Which is why we hope that next time you’ll consider soundproofing your apartment,if only so that the rest of us in the building who are getting ready for missions of our own will be able to complete ours just as successfully as you have, and hopefully celebrate just as enthusiastically.

Sincerely,
The occupants of apartments 411, 416, 413, 417, 510, 511, 310, and 312.

“Well,” she finally said, at length, “want to help me set up silencing barriers around my apartment today?”

Neji blushed, and made it a point not to look at her. “I suppose.”

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.