now excuse me while i go back to my corner and flail about the hand holding

Quiet - A Hamburr prompt

My entry for the Hamilton Summer fic exchange, written for @hambrr who asked for A) Hurt/comfort, and B)trans burr. Smut was optional which is good because I don’t write smut. 

“Mister Burr sir!” Hamilton threw a hand up in greeting. “What are you doing tonight?” His smile was wide, eyes practically sparking with mischief. Hamilton was trying to be friendly. All Aaron could see was the grin of a shark.

“I’m going home.” Aaron said, refusing to rise to Hamilton’s bait- in the form of a riased eyebrow. Much had been said of Aaron’s apparent loner tendencies, none of it respectful.

Predictably, Hamilton’s smile turned to a superior smirk. Propping one hand against his hip, Hamilton gestured widely with the other. “You should chill with me! Have some fun for once!”

Aaron rolled his eyes. “I have plenty of fun at home. With my privacy. Thank you for the offer, though.”

It was a textbook response, playing a game of manners even while visibly making it clear he did not appreciate the mockery. Hamilton huffed and muttered out a fine, as he always did, and turned back. It had happened a good half dozen times before.

Only this time, Hamilton’s arm swung wide, accidentally smacking his hand against Aaron’s. Instantly, Aaron’s head flared, something almost painful but not quite.

–God, again-why do I keep tryi-it’s not like he hates me, rig-not asking for a date-but wouldn’t that be nice–

Then, blissful silence again. Aaron’s gaze shot down- Hamilton’s hand was drawn back, something almost sheepish on his face. “My bad,” He shrugged, turning sharply and walking away as if nothing had happened.

Aaron let out a long breath, one he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. The thoughts had been fast and flooding. They hadn’t been his.

Not thinking, Aaron moved, stepping quickly around the corner out of the backroom and almost bowling over Peggy, just starting their shift. The storefront partition lay ajar, door to the outside world just swinging closed. Hamilton had already left the coffeeshop, ever eager to get on with the next part of his life.

People only ever heard thoughts projected from their soulmate. Sometimes, multiple soulmates- but they were still soulmates. And those had definitely been Hamilton’s thoughts. Aaron paused for a moment, considering the revelation. Then, he packed his bag, walked to the bus stop, and went home, resolving not to think about it.

After all, he’d been unable to speak with his soulmate ever since falling out of that tree when he was nine. They couldn’t possibly want Aaron now, after mourning his apparent death and coming to terms with it- and being a happy, active, sociable person like Hamilton. No, Aaron would do what he was best at.

Aaron would keep his mouth shut.

A week came and went, and Aaron was fine. His eyes kept flicking to Hamilton, no matter what Aaron tried. Thankfully, Hamilton didn’t notice, always busy with customers here, and throwing extra cookies in the oven there. It was fine, it was manageable. Aaron was doing Hamilton a favour, really. Freedom to choose your own partner, and all that.

Another week went by. His gaze still kept finding its way to his energetic coworker. Hamilton had always been interesting to look at, even before he knew-suspected. Only now, Hamilton was staring back. He’d noticed, somehow, though Aaron was careful to be discreet. Aaron couldn’t help it, picturing what it would be like if Hamilton really was his soulmate-of course he was, what else could it be, but Aaron would damn well hide behind the astronomically low probability and self delusions if he wanted to.

It would be terrible, Aaron told himself. It wouldn’t be nice, it wouldn’t feel like he could actually share himself with somebody again.

“Hey, Burr!” Hamilton raised his chin, a familiar challenge, but he wasn’t quite smiling this time. His lips quirked up, but he looked more confused than confident. “Do you want to hang? I have the new Mario.” Hamilton even spoke more quietly, less explosive and more tentative.

Despite that, a refusal was on the tip of Aaron’s tongue. Then, he remembered his staring, his repetitive, circular thoughts. Maybe he could get it out of his system. “You know what, fine, sure.”

Hamilton snorted. “That sounds enthusiastic. You know you don’t have to, I’m not actually trying to pressure you.”

“Oh, no,” Guilt spiked in Aaron’s chest. “I didn’t mean it that way. I just-”, Aaron flailed for an excuse, “I just like Mario.”

Hamilton stared. Heat flooded Aaron’s face. “Really,” Hamilton said slowly. “Mario was what it took?” He let out a sharp huff, finally grinning- warm and amused. “Well, I’m not complaining. Let’s go!”

Hamilton’s apartment was small and cramped, thought Aaron suspected as much, given he worked 40 hours a week on minimum wage. He could probably only barely afford it, too- not that Aaron could relate; for all they worked the same job, Aaron’s inheritance guaranteed a comfortable house without mortgage, if on the practical, small side.

“-Aaron? You good?” Hamilton waved a hand in front of Aaron’s nose. Aaron flinched back, returning to the present. He couldn’t afford to be absent minded.

“Fine, fine! Sorry.” Aaron scratched his neck nervously. Sweat was already gathering on his forehead. He stretched, as subtly as he could.

“I was asking what your favourite Mario was, since you like them so much.”

Aaron froze again, caught in his lie. His binder itched, discomfort that was normally nearly unnoticeable but suddenly unbearable in his nervousness. “Ah, Sunshine,” Aaron blurted. “I liked the overworld.”

Hamilton paused, then grinned. Aaron had somehow passed. “I love Mario Sunshine! Delfina plaza is so colourful, and the way you can just move around is so nice. Like, the jet nozzle of couse, but also that thing where you spray the ground in front of you, then jump on your belly and just cruise…” Hamilton trailed off. “That watermelon level is bullshit, though.”

Aaron only had faint memories of the game. But somehow, he did remember that part. “Yeah, that was the worst.”

“Hah! A negative opinion. I knew I’d get one out of you yet.” Hamilton pumped his fist in victory. It was cute, Aaron pretended not to think. “Now come on, there’s a coop level with our name on it.”

Hamilton flopped on the couch- the only seat in the cramped living area- unless Aaron wanted to sit in the kitchen area of the room. He wasn’t that rude though, and so Aaron sat down, careful to make sure their skin did not touch.

He still didn’t quite know what had happened, but he was certain it was caused by Hamilton’s hand touching Aaron’s own. They’d never so much as shaken hands before, it had to be that. Cautiously, Aaron picked up the controller. If he could just get through this, get the Hamilton out of his system, then he could go back to his life. It was a good plan.

Hamilton started the game up immediately, cheerful music filling the room. Aaron was only passively interested in video games, but it was fun. Hamilton laughed with the successes, groaned at the losses, and made an inordinate amount of conversation inbetween.

It should have been annoying, but the commentary, the asides that were only tangentially related to the game, were actually fun. Aaron found himself responding back, never a lot, and never too loudly, but it was more than he’d spoken in one sitting in a long time.

“Ahh, for someone who likes Mario so much, you’re really bad at this!” Hamilton chuckled as Aaron let Mario fall down another gap. It was infectuous- Aaron couldn’t help but laugh too.

“You can enjoy things you aren’t the best in, you know.” Aaron joked, smirking at Hamilton’s immediate nose wrinkle.

“I feel you,” Hamilton agreed, “But I’m way too competitve for that. I guess that makes us a decent team, though.”

Aaron froze. “Uh, I didn’t mean that in a weird way,” Hamilton sputtered. “Sorry, sometimes I just say things awkwardly. I just meant we work out well like this, uh..”

They did work well together. In video games and in work- it was why they both covered the same shift, it may just be a coffee store but no one else worked so efficiently as a pair. Aaron was being an idiot. Soulmates didn’t mean they had to be together or anything, but it did mean something. He wouldn’t just ‘get over it’.

On the other hand, Hamilton was sure to hate him. It would be much safer to just wait for another time. If another time ever came.

“Hey, Hamilton?” Burr said, putting his controller down on the coffee table.

“You know you can call me Alex, but yea?”

Aaron reached over and grabbed Hamilton’s hand. “Um, wha-” Hamilton startled, and then stopped as if he was hearing something.

-Can you hear this?- Aaron sent out, tentatively.

-um- Aaron heard back. -ohmygodohmygod-is burr my soulmate-what the fuck i thought mysoulmate was dead- you fucking asshole what the fuck what the fuck-

Aaron grabbed his hand back. “I didn’t realize until recently”, he said, instead of explaining.

“Why didn’t you ever talk back? Why are you ignoring me no-” Hamilton cut himself off. “You need to touch hands, don’t you?”

Aaron nodded silently. Hamilton nodded, bouncing his leg in thought. “Of course! I touched your hand a couple weeks ago, and you’ve been werid since. Why do you need touch, though? I know I remembered talking to you when we were younger.”

That, Aaron didn’t have an explanation for. “I fell out of a tree when I was nine, got a bad concussion. We all thought it was a rare side effect, that I’d never be able to telecommunicate again.”

“Oh.” Hamilton said. Then, he swayed. “Ohhhh.” he fell against the couch. “Oh my god, you’re my soulmate.”

“Sorry,” Aaron said, not sure what else he should say. “If it makes you feel better, I felt very bad about likely making you think I was dead.”

Hamilton didn’t speak for a long moment, resting against the couch, leg shifting up and down furiously. “I never thought you were dead,” He said, finally. “I always hoped. Everyone else thought I was being stupid, though.”

“Sorry,” Aaron said again.

Hamilton’s eyes snapped open. “No! Don’t apologize!” He swung upright again, arms flailing. “You know what this means, right?!”

“Uh,” For the first time in a very long while, words failed Aaron.

“It means this!” With one swift motion, Hamilton’s hands darted forward, clasping Aaron’s.

-We can talk like this now! Like I’ve missed for so long! I have to work on not projecting everything like I’ve always done though-

-I suppose so- Aaron replied hesitantly, not sure what to do. This wasn’t the reaction he was expecting.

Hamilton smiled brightly, as if Aaron’s single telecommunicated sentence meant the world to him. -We should practice more!- He projected. -Maybe go out sometime, since I finally found you and all-unless you don’t- I mean- if you want to you don’t have to-dammit im word vomiting- forget i said-thought-anything oh my god-

-yes- Aaron cut off the torrent of thought. -I’d like that. Really.-

Hamilton’s smile was wide. The grin of a soulmate. Aaron smiled back.

anonymous asked:

How about Tsukishima, Kuroo, and Kageyama's reaction to you being at volleyball practice with them and you getting slammed into by one of the guys who was trying to save a ball and you end up getting hurt?

Thanks for the request! I hope this is alright, I struggled a bit with their character in this one so hopefully its not horrible. 

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Hanging out

What happens when you listen to this on repeat? This apparently. It kind of got away from me a little but eeeeeh *shrugs*


“We should probably start heading back soon.”

Peter murmurs, making absolutely no move at all to unfurl from his spot, lounging on the curve of the hammock he webbed up earlier. He had his arms laced together behind his head, one leg hanging off the edge and unconcernedly dangling over the 50 story drop below.

“No we shouldn’t.”

Comes the reply. Peter looks over at his companion who’s lounging on his stomach, over Peter’s knee. He’s idly scrolling through something on his phone, feet in the air, tapping mindlessly to whatever beat he’s hearing from the earbud hidden beneath his helmet, the picture of ease.

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Hello There - Jeon Wonwoo Imagine (PART 1).

Okay, okay, yes, I’m back from the dead. I am posting part 1 for this right now because it is super long and I am just finishing off part 2 so I’m deciding to just divide it into two parts. Anyways, I am SO SORRY FOR LACK OF UPDATES. I’ve explained why it’s been so long in my teaser for this story but once again, I’m truly sorry and thank you all for being so patient and loving with me. I love you all~!

So, a bunch of people enjoyed my high school AU for S.Coups, so here is a Wonwoo one for y’all!

And, for anyone who reblogs this, can you add which member you’d like for me to do a high school AU for next (because I’m doing one for all 13). I have ideas for Mingyu and Woozi (especially Woozi) but I don’t know if you guys think I should stick to hip hop unit then to do the other units, so I don’t know. AnND LET ME KNOW IF YOU LIKE MRS.CHU BECAUSE AS YOU KNOW AFTER READING THIS, WOOZI IS IN A MRS. CHU ONE, SO SHOULD I KEEP HER AS A TEACHER FOR EACH HS AU??

So just let me know which member and if I should use Mrs. Chu for each AU. Or you could also just send me fanmail telling me what to do~ So, onto the story. BTW, WHEN THE END OF A SETENCE HAS A BUNCH OF PERIODS AFTER THAT USUALLY WOULDN’T BE IN THAT CONTEXT, IT MEANS THERE’S SUPPOSED TO BE A LINE/CUT AFTER. TUMBLR ISNT LETTING ME ADD THOSE LINES TODAY. TT.TT

Hello There?

He’s the boy who always attends class late because he sleeps in, and you’re the student sitting nearest to the door. So, what do you get out of that? Probably love.

  “Dude, I need help with the math homework.”

  Wonwoo groaned loudly, raising a fist to his eyes and rubbing at it with a pout tugging out his bottom lip. “Now? Weren’t you listening?”

  “Of course not. There was that hot new student and –“

  “The guy who joined a week ago!?” Wonwoo exclaimed, shuffling into a hasty sitting position dropping his phone and hopping it back to his ear with trembling hands.

  “No! Gosh, his sister. The girl in our math class.”

  “I don’t even remember her,” he admitted, his mouth opening like a cave as yawn dropped from his throat. He fell back into his mattress, his other arm sprawled in the bed. He looked to the clock. 1:30. Seriously?

  “Maybe because you’re always missing first period because you sleep in, hyung,” Mingyu’s deep voice reminded him before he started chuckling. “You’re starting to look like a zombie, man. Just saying.”

  “Because I have stupid friends like you who call me up at 1 in the morning. Just saying.” He yawned loudly once again as his eyelids slowly weighed down, his vision slowly darkening, and eyes fluttering closed.

  “Touché, “Mingyu drawled out in a chopped up and awkward French attempt at an accent. “But bro, please! You know if Mrs. Chu finds out I didn’t do it, she is going to kill me - literally,” Mingyu cried out through the phone.

  “Oh, calm down. She’s not that bad, she wouldn’t actually kill you.”

  “No, but she’ll tell my parents and they’ll kill me. It’ll say on my gravestone ‘Kim Mingyu. Death caused by Mrs. Chu with assistance of parents.’”

  Wonwoo rolled lazily to his side, grasping his backpack and tugging it half-heartedly towards him. After a snore drifting from his mouth momentarily and Mingyu’s loud voice booming out his name, he ripped out his math notebook in frustration and flipped to the newest written pages. “Which questions?”

  “I knew you’d see it my way.” He could just hear the smirk in Mingyu’s voice.

  “I’m hanging up now.”

  “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’ll shut up, hyung!” His voice went ten octaves higher as he squeaked in panic….

  “Whoops, sorry there!”

  You grimaced as another person toppled over all your stuff, smudging it with the dirt of their shoes that was splattered with mud and wrapped up grass. You gagged as you meekly brushed at the brown pieces away from your essay that was due today and had almost gotten lost with a few other of your things when you tripped over the two feet of different people in your hallway and was now in the corner, hastily trying to organize your papers back together. Your eyebrows drew in concentration as you shoved in your last worksheets for math back into your binder and wiggled onto your knees before pressing your feet to the ground and lifting yourself up.

  The bell suddenly blared and your eyes bulged. You had the scariest teacher in the school, Mrs. Chu, who’d probably kill you if you end up a minute late. Your legs raced you up the large and wide staircase, flailing the side of your body to the door, and continued running until you reached the door that was right about to be shut it your face if you hadn’t screeched out, “Wait!” and practically jammed the door into the person’s nose. You rounded the opened door and saw your fellow classmate, Hoshi, clutching his nose with his eyes sealed shut.

  “Oh gosh, I am so sorry, Hoshi!”

  “Agh,” he sighed, releasing his nose and sauntering to his seat dejectedly. “My nose…”

  You spotted Mrs. Chu watching you intently from her desk and sprinted to your seat and slid into it with a sharp intake of breath, quickly fixing the pieces of papers that were sticking out from the stack before folding your hands obediently and straightening your back and moved your gaze away from the new girl who had joined your class and was stared at by all the boys in your class and to Mrs. Chu who quizzically glanced to the door.

  “Kim Mingyu!” Mrs. Chu called out demandingly.

  Mingyu averted his gaze from the new girl, startled, and adjusted his posture as he gulped. “Yes, miss?”

  “Where is Jeon Wonwoo?”

  “I’m not sure…” Mingyu’s dark eyes wandered around the classroom. “He usually meets me at school but today he didn’t.”

  “Well, he’ll definitely be marked as late.” She blew a strand of hair from her face. “Now, who finished their homework? Better be all of you.”

  From the corner of your eye you saw Mingyu laughing to himself behind his large hand. You took out your math notebook with a deflated look painted across your features. You flipped to the page you had scribbled your homework questions on the night before, biting your lip as you scanned the pages to make sure every one of your answers were perfect, not wanting to take the risk of getting in trouble by Mrs. Chu.

  A small and faint knock came from the door and you looked around in question if you should answer it or not. With your current teacher, you’d never know. Mrs. Chu raised her head from looking down upon students’ work and her eyes suddenly widened as she pointed to the door. “What do you think you’re doing!? You sit nearest to the door, you answer it!”

  You shot right from your seat and scrambled with your feet to the door, hooking your fingers on the knob and tugged it swiftly and was met with Jeon Wonwoo standing very, very, and very close to you. His gaze made you feel as though he had never seen you before and was only now taking the time to let his sharp, black eyes run over every one of your features. Your eyes, nose, lips; his eyes rested on each momentarily. But when your eyes greeted each other, he paused and just stared at them and you wondered, “Was he always this dreamy?”

  The sound of who you assumed to be your teacher cleared her throat and you saw Wonwoo’s cheeks dust off with pink as he slid past you, mumbling with his deep voice, “Sorry.”

  “It’s okay,” you blurted out loudly and you saw Wonwoo duck his head further down and scurry to where Mingyu was sitting, plopping next to him. You embarrassedly cowered into your seat, slumping with your hands folded across your stomach. Why were you getting so shy about such a short encounter? Why were you even thinking about it?

  “Jeon Wonwoo, what made you so late?” Mrs. Chu demanded, slamming her hand on the desk of another one of your classmates, Seungcheol. You turned your head around, using this as an excuse to get another long stare at Wonwoo and his eyes edged away from the teacher and to you and you got caught in his eyes and he blinked away from you and up to Mrs. Chu.

  “Um, uh, I-I’m really sorry, Mrs. Chu. I accidently slept in…”

  The whole class laughed in sync at his reasonable explanation and you smiled adoringly at how worried he looked for being late. He scratched his head awkwardly with a slight chuckle, looking around sheepishly at the laughing class. Mrs. Chu looked him over one more time before holding her head high with a scoff. I’m letting it go this once, Wonwoo.”

  He gave her a small lopsided grin. “Thanks.”

  ”Now take out your homework. I presume you’re finished since you had so much time to sleep in.” she looked over her shoulder to him sternly while trotting back to her desk.

  “Yes, I’m definitely done.” He shot a glare to Mingyu who laughed harder into his palm before letting his own face break with a grin, his nose crinkling cutely as he delicately got out his notebook.

  1 word. Swoon….

  “And then guess what she said?” Mingyu gasped, his eyes enlarging as he used his hands to describe what had happened with him and the new girl when they walked home from school the day before. Sitting by yourself, cheek sagged against the fist you right hand was curled into with your elbow perched on the desk.

  “What, what!?” Hoshi asked eagerly, almost falling out of his chair.

  “She asked ‘Can I call you your name instead of oppa?’” he finished off proudly, leaning back in his chair as Hoshi’s mouth dropped.


  “Yes! Isn’t that hot?”

  “Isn’t it hotter to be called oppa though?” Seungcheol questioned, cocking his head to the side.

  You yawned in boredom, soon figuring out that it was just a typical conversation exchanged by those three. You doodled a little on some blank pages as Mrs. Chu graded paper, for there were still many students to arrive.

  After the classroom seemed reasonably full and crowded like usual, Mrs. Chu began reviewing how to solve some of the equations she had given your class for homework the day before. Another yawn was stretching your mouth opened but it trailed from your lips when you saw Wonwoo looking through the small square of glass planted on the door. He gave you panicked look. He probably was scared to be late again. You turned to Hoshi who was sitting at the back and had glanced up and saw Wonwoo. He raised his hand and asked for Mrs. Chu to help him with a question. She walked to the back seat in the corner where Hoshi sat at and you tip-toed carefully to the door, clutching the knob.

  “Okay? Now try doing number two,” Mrs. Chu finished off, standing back up and you froze in your position as she started turning in your direction.

  “Wait!” Hoshi cried out. “I need help with this too!”

  “Really, Kwon Soonyoung?” Mrs. Chu muttered through her gritted teeth, whirling back to him.

  You turned the knob as smoothly and silently as possible and gripped Wonwoo’s hand, pulling him aggressively inside. He tripped over his own feet and knocked his nose against yours and steadied his hands on your desk to balance himself, face close to yours. Your whole class was watching you both intently as though you were characters in a TV show.

  “Go! Go to your desk!” you hissed, trying to sound angry so he wouldn’t notice your bright red cheeks. He raced to his desk as slyly as possible and you sighed as you glided back into your seat.

  “What’s all this ruckus!?” Mrs. Chu yelled, her scary eyes looking over your class, mouth sewn shut stubbornly. “Hush up and get to work. Oh, and good morning, Wonwoo. Didn’t even notice you.”  

  Wonwoo smugly smiled, his eyes twinkling at Mingyu through the corners….

  “Hey, hyung!” Mingyu’s voice called out.

  Wonwoo tugged out an earphone and turned his head around in curiosity. Mingyu stopped next to him, slapping his own hands down on his knees, bending down and panting, sweat shielding his forehead. “Damn, why you do you have to walk so fast?”

  “I wasn’t even walking that fast,” Wonwoo protested with a chuckle, rubbing his hand on Mingyu’s back before continuing to walk. “I waited at your locker but you weren’t there so I thought we weren’t walking home together.”

  Mingyu smirked, wiping at his head with the back of his head. “Well, I was talking to someone…”

  “Who were –“

  “Hey, hyung,” Mingyu started a little too cheerfully, swinging a lazy arm around Wonwoo’s shoulders, “what do you think of you-know-who?”

  “I don’t know who you-know-who is, though?” Wonwoo inquired, lifting his fisted up hands in confusion. “So, they’re actually you-don’t-know-who.”

  Mingyu sighed in obvious frustration, eyebrows furrowed at Wonwoo. “The person always opening the door for you in class.”

  “Oh.” Wonwoo pursed his lips tightly into a thin line, trying to resist the urge to let a smile burst on his serious face. “What about them?”

  “Do you think that they’re… cute?” Mingyu questioned, scanning his nails in attempt to be nonchalant.

  “Yes, very adorable.”

  “Really?” Mingyu exclaimed, his eyes snapping to Wonwoo as an excited smile bloomed across his face.

  “I was just trying to see your reaction –“

  “So, you don’t find them cute?”

  “N-No, I do!” he spluttered out hopelessly, halting to a stop to turn to his best friend. “I-I mean –“

  Mingyu’s face scrunched up, his nose creasing and his face twisting in an awful expression. Oh no. Wonwoo backed away quickly.

  “Ah-choo!” screeched out Mingyu into his hand, letting out a ruffled out cough before clamping the hand down on Wonwoo’s left shoulder, who cringed at the contact. “Ahem. Anyways, that’s love for you, my friend.”

  “Love!?” Wonwoo gasped, his voice beginning to make inaudible noises in his throat. Love? What did Mingyu think he was up to? “Stop it…”

  “Maybe you can give a thanks to them for always opening the door for you –“

  “It was just twice –“

  “Numbers are just… numbers. I’m sure that’s not it or how it goes…”

  “Fine, I will.”

  “….something to do with ages, I think.”….

  You sat on the window sill of your English classroom, staring out from the window that was opened and had a cool wind swarming by and brushing your face pleasantly, swiping through your hair and every feature of yours. You smiled sweetly, inhaling the fresh air with a heave of your shoulders. Feet dangling just a few inches from the ground, your eyes locked onto the trees sticking from the ground it front of your school, happy green leaves hanging off a swiftly wobbling back and forth as the gentle wind pelted through the crooked branches. A vase was sitting next to you and two books relied on one another at the end of where you sat. You had come to your English class for lunch instead of the cafeteria because a project for the subject had to be completed by you and now you were just waiting out the last ten minutes of lunch peacefully, as your teacher had gone to get a file from Mrs. Chu.

  A timid knock fluttered through the room and you raised your eyes to see Wonwoo approaching you hesitantly. Your eyes widened and you placed your hands on the window still to hop off to meet him, but he hastily raised a hand and shook his head rapidly. “Ah, i-it’s fine. I just came to give you this.”

  You bit back the huge grin begging to explode on your face. He was too sweet with his awkwardness, ruffled hair and crinkling nose. A rosy colour popped suddenly to your cheeks when you looked at his offering hands thrusted out that held a small carton of chocolate milk and a round glass jar mixed with chocolate raisins, jelly beans, star-shaped marshmallows and a whole variety of other treats. Your lips parted in awe before gazing up at him only to find him avoiding your eyes by averting his eyes to the ground, a hand scratching his head in embarrassment.

  You opened your mouth to speak but his deep voice echoed in the room suddenly. “I-I got to say, I’m feeling a little bit bashful doing this, but I, uh… just wanted to thank you for always opening the door for me when I’m late.”

  A giggle slipped past your lips and you covered your mouth. “It was only –“

  “Twice, right!? That’s what I said!” he exclaimed, outstretching his arm as an action to show how earnest he was about his unnecessary gift.

  “But I still appreciate it. I’m a sucker for sweets, so this is a perfect gift. I love it, thank you.”

  “N-No problem….”

  An awkward sense drifted into the room lonelily and you swung your locked legs together in the air, your feet almost touching the ground. Your fingers brushed the lid quietly, wondering if he were the type to think it was disrespectful to start eating the candy jellies in front of him.

  “Are you going to have any..?” his voice broke the flat silence. “I arranged them myself,” he added with a boroad, proud smile as you started twiating the lid open.

  You grinned at him and picked out a star shaped, pink and white candy jelly and popped it in your mouth. You chewed thoughtfully as your lips curled into a smile, for he was watching so intently with wide eyes.

  “I like it,” you mumbled through your chews before swallowing it and picking another one out.

  “I’m glad,” he muttered and the ring suddenly blared and his shoulders jumped in shock. You chuckled and asked, “Do you have English right now?”

  “No, but I’ll see you in Mrs Chu class tomorrow.” He smiled gently at you before turning and running sheepishly out of the door.

  You dropped one more candy jelly to your mouth and stuffed the jar into the side pocket of your back pack, smiling as you slipped off the window still and sprinted from the classroom to your History class. From what, you weren’t sure. The sweetness of the candies or Wonwoo?….

  You tapped your right foot continuously under the desk, chewing on your bottom lips as Mrs. Chu took attendance and addressed the newest student, Jihoon, with saying, “Ugh, that’s my husband’s name….”

  He swallowed and eyed the whole class that was watching before clearing his throat and adjusting his tie. “You could always just call me Woozi.”

  “Woozi?” the class questioned aloud in unison. He nodded and replied it was his stage name and Mingyu and Hoshi glanced at each other in curiosity.

  “Stage name?” Mrs. Chu laughed mockingly.

  “Yeah, for when I perform in front of people or on a stage name.”

  Mrs. Chu finished off her laughing fit with a hand swiping away a fake tear and a sigh falling from her mouth. From the corner of your eye, you saw Jihoon roll his eyes. After scribbling a few equations across the wall, Mrs. Chu turned back around and snapped for everyone to answer them in your notebooks. You sighed and flipped to a new page when you felt a hand repeatedly tapping your shoulder urgently. You turned your head around calmly and saw Mingyu eyeing your jar of candies poking from the side pocket of your backpack. He clamped his teeth together and pointed to the jar before locking his head in a begging motion.

  You jokingly rolled your eyes with and faint smile, watching to see if Mrs. Chu spotted you both. Facing the front with your eyes directed to the blackboard, you slyly lifted the jar and quietly slipped your left arm out to take off the lid and held it as your fingers clasped the lining of the top of the jar tightly. You lifted the jar back to where Mingyu was sitting behind you and you heard him bend down and carefully pick one out. You whirled your head around and saw at least six candy jellies crowded in his curled up palm.

  “They’re addictive,” he mouthed.

  You nodded and smiled. You raised the jar so you could place the lid back on before a loud bang exploded from the other side of the door. You gasped and your whole body flinched from the sudden noise, causing the jar of candies to loose contact of your fingertips. The jar bonked against the ground roughly and candies went flying everywhere in the classroom. Mrs. Chu’s angry eyes pointed right at you and you turned to Mingyu for help only to find him on the ground, rushing to collect candies and yelling, “21 second rule! 21 second rule!!”

  Mrs. Chu stomped to your desk and you stood to your feet and raced to the door and swung it opened and saw a tall figure turn only to find Wonwoo beaming at you. “Oh, hi –“

  Mrs. Chu screeched out your name and you cringed as you slowly turned to her, shoulders stiff with fear. “NO SHARING FOOD IN CLASS! You and Kim Mingyu are staying after school ends to clean the gymnasium, music room the hallway this class is in. Thanks to you, the janitors will scarcely have any work! And that’s only if you do a good job!”

  Mingyu groaned loudly, his cheeks huge like a chipmunk’s, filled with candies. Wonwoo glanced at his jar with a frown and you avoided his gaze as he brushed past you.

  1 word. Shit…..

  Fingers clutched to each other with your legs dangling, your eyes scanned the gymnasium once more before your loud sigh echoed in the large space. You were sitting on the piano – yes, an actual piano; but it was quite small – that was next to the mint and white staircase that was inside the short hallway that led to the actual gymnasium. But it technically still counted as a part of it, for it had special white shoes for girls and boys to wear when they had P.E.

  Mingyu had promised to meet you and you decided at that moment you would now consider it for that boy to be seldom on time. You gazed at the meek plastic bag that had all the candies Mingyu “saved before going bad after the 21 second rule.” It was slightly opened and some of the colourful candies rolled out and you silently picked out a red one and slipped it through your lips.


  Your back faced to the owner of the voice, your froze in your motioned position, eyes wide with shock. That was not Mingyu’s voice. It belonged to… Your gaze landed on the candy and in slow motion, you sucked in a breath of useless confidence and turned to him.

 “Hi, Wonwoo…”

  “How are you?” He slowly started taking steps towards you and you swallowed.

  “I’m fine…” After taking a few moments to consider your next words, you blurted out foolishly, “Hey, I’m not sure if you think this is a big deal but I just wanted to apologize for dropping all the candies and-“

  “No, no, no, no,” he protested immediately, striding to you. “It’s okay. Don’t worry. Mingyu told me it was him who was begging you to give him some. I know it was just a mistake.”

  “Oh.” You smiled as your whole body relaxed. “Thank goodness.”

  He chuckled sweetly, his nose squishing adorably as he shyly stood right in front of you, wrapping his fingers tightly around the strap of his bag and removing it with ease smoothly. “She said the music room first, right?”

  “Yeah,” you responded automatically before shaking your head rapidly. “Wait, Mingyu and I are supposed to do it!”

  “Uh, yeah, well, um, about that…” His eyes worriedly pinched at every inch of the gym before stammering out, “He said something about being sick…”

  “Really?” you questioned suspiciously, a slight grin blooming on your face when you a saw a tint of pink brushing against his cheek.

  “Yes…” he murmured, playing with his fingers.

  “Okay, let’s go,” you said, jumping from the top of the piano and grabbing the bag of candies and trotting up the staircase, and shutting your eyes momentarily while thanking Mingyu for getting “sick.”

  When you reached the large music room with wooden chairs’ surface planted on the top of the desk, and pastel pink and white walls with light coloured and bright turquoise curtains, you heard Wonwoo say, “You forgot the jar in the classroom.”

  You swirled around and saw him cupping the jar and you sighed with your eyes huge and your eyebrows furrowed. ”I looking everywhere for it! Where did you get it?”

  I picked it up when I was walking to my desk so I could give it to you after school instead of Mrs Chu taking it from you.”

  “But how’d you know you’d be seeing me after school if Mingyu had suddenly gotten sick?”

  He cocked his head at the side, staring at you look a small and lost puppy before his lips parted and he just quietly stared at you saying nothing.

  Laughing with your head bowing down in embarrassment, you mumbled for you both to just get to work. After getting your arms and hands filled with supplies to clean, you both strictly decided that Wonwoo would get the left half of the room and you would get the right. You swept furiously at the dusty, cringing when you’d find a piece of slimy gum stuck to the ground. Your face twisted into disgust and you picked out and new and white tissue and picked it and threw it in the garbage. You saw Wonwoo with slight smirk playing at his lips from your obvious discomfort.

  “Are you okay?” he inquired, grasping a wet towel and walking up to the blackboard.

  “Oh, I’m fine,” you assured him before crouching down and gripping a brush as you moved all the dirt into the duster.

  Rolling the sleeves of his white dress shirt to his elbows, he held the towel gently as he walked back and forth across the blackboard, wiping the whole thing clean in straight, firm lines. After finishing half of the blackboard, he head back to the sink to soak it in water again. You watched him walking back, flickering a piece of black hair that was tickling at his eye. Your hands fumbling at how handsome he looked the dirt and garbage fell to the ground, flying onto yours and Wonwoo’s side of the classroom. You slapped a hand to your forehead in mortification and he shook his head at you teasingly before reaching his hand out and asking, “Could you pass me the second broom?”

  You dragged your frozen feet to the supplies and grabbed the second broom. When you were about two meters from him, he insisted that you toss it. You jumped your hand up, loosening your grip on the broom. Though it was coming right next to him, his hand was left empty as the broom toppled to the ground, almost knocking over the guitars. You saw his face flame with red and he quickly bent down to pick it up.

  Once he was up, you both exchanged smiles that meant one thing. It was totally fine embarrassing both of yourselves in front of one another…..

  “Won’t it take a while to clean the gym?”

  “Let’s split up the jobs. One person can mop the floor, one can clean the shelves with the shoes and –“

  “We’ll both clean the lockers for the classes,” Wonwoo completed for you, nodding.

  “Yeah, that sounds good,” you agreed, your eyes roaming around the gym. Your gaze paused and you averted your eyes to Wonwoo. “Wait, who’ll do the shelves with shoes?”

  There were horrifying stories about the shelves crowded with perfect white shoes. That rats lived under and cockroaches travelled freely through the gaps and in the midst of the dirt. The worst rumor was that there was such a disgusting thing in one of the shelves, one of the janitors had gotten bitten by it and admitted to the hospital. Thinking about it again – it sent shivers sprint down your spine.

  Wonwoo swallowed an obvious lump in his throat, his palms glistening with sweat as he rubbed his palms together.

  “Rock, papers and scissors?” you suggested weakly.

  “Rock, papers and scissors,” he declared.

  “Rock, papers, scissors,” you both murmured in sync, both of your fingers thrusted out into the shape of scissors. Sighing, you muttered it again and your rolled up fists stuck out as a rock. Third time, your flat palms met and you groaned and heaved a sigh before mumbling it once more.

  “Rock, papers, scissors!” you whispered earnestly and threw your head back gleeful laughter when his scissors was knocked by your fist formed to a rock. You laughed obnoxiously like a child and pointed at him in laughter as he swung his head back with a pout, practically dragging himself to the shelves. You grabbed the broom vigorously swept at the floor, sneering at all the dirt and dust. You grabbed a pan and dust and didn’t take a break as you sprinted to each spot of the gym, repeating the steps of brooming, gagging, then pushing it into the pan with your brush. Wonwoo still hadn’t began his task and rocking on his heels hesitantly. You giggled loudly as you dumped the mop in the bucket of water and let it soak before jogging across the whole, still indulged in your own laughter as Wonwoo slapped on yellow gloves and poked at the shoes hesitantly. You stopped to a halt and watched him inspect the first shelf.

  “It’s not so bad,” he admitted.

  You shrugged in response, continuing to mope (A/N: hahaha get it? Mope and mop lol I’m so funny hahaha) around at a totally boring reaction from the legendary shelves. You plopped on the bench and nipped at your candy jellies peacefully as you waited for the fresh water the floor was soaked in, to dry. “Need help?” you called out to Wonwoo, who was already cleaning out the fifth space.

  “No, it’s okay. Haven’t found any cockroaches or rats yet if you’re wondering.” He turned to you with a smug smile and you rolled your eyes at his fortune. As you opened your mouth to speak, the pitch of his voice reached the sky as he screamed and shuffled further away from the shelves. You exclaimed in laughter, “What is it!?”

  “A cockroach!” he gasped out, his thin eyes now as huge as baby’s, marked with terror. You squinted and indeed saw, yes, a huge cockroach wandering around the sixth space.

  Another burst of laughter left your lips as you reflected back to his very unmanly scream as he ordered you to get some tissues. You ran to the nearby bathroom and ripped off some toilet papers from one of the stalls and joined him, slapping it into his hand.

  Fingers trembling, he raised the toilet paper as though it were an offering to the cockroach. After two minutes of patiently waiting, he voiced out how his arms ached and you placed the toilet paper into your hands.

  “No it’s fine. I can do it – AH, oh my God!” he began but then screeched in sync with you as the cockroach suddenly ran to the toilet papers unexpectedly. “Go open the window in the hallway, Wonwoo!” you shouted, folding the toilet paper gently as you ran at a semi-fast pace to the hallway in order to not drop the insect. Wonwoo pulled a window opened and you delicately opened the toilet paper and let the cockroach walk across the grass. You and Wonwoo both let a long sigh drift from your lips and you tossed the toilet paper in his direction and he yelled out, fanning it away.

  And then you both decided you’d work on the shelves together…..

  “Last but not least.” Wonwoo nodded down at the hallway. “I can do the sweeping first and you do the mopping?”

  “Sure,” you agreed, perching on top of a window still, gripping you bag that had five remining candies left. Your dentist was so going to kill you. As Wonwoo got to work, you rocked your legs merrily and said, “So, tell me more about yourself.”

  He looked up at you before spots of pink reached his ears and he cleared his throat. “Well, um, the only thing I could think of is I like rapping.”

  You paused your chewing with wide eyes. “Really?”

  ”Yeah, but it’s sort of a secret….” he confessed, avoiding your gaze.

  “Will you show me? Your rapping?” you boldly asked after sucking in a breath.

  ”One day,” he promised, smiling shyly at you. His eyes wandered to the clock and his mouth dropped opened. “Already 6:00? I have to be home by 6:15 to go out for dinner with my family!”

  You jumped off the window still. “Let’s hurry up then!”

  And so then started yours and Wonwoo race and trips up and down the hallways, him sweeping up dust and you running after him with the mop. He accidently dropped the pan filled with dust and you groaned, as he quickly swept it up.

  “Just the mopping left!” you squealed, running down the hallway, dragging the mop down with you as Wonwoo grabbed one of his own, lifting it so quickly some water flicked at you. “Wonwoo!” you screamed, thrusting your broom at him and he laughed so hard he had to hold his stomach. He tightly gripped his mop and sent it off down the hallway as he grabbed the bottom half of your mop and sprinted down the hallway together. The sky was slowly darkening and you were both neatly placing everything back to the janitor’s storage room before he locked your hands together and your feet stomped the ground as you were met with the fresh air outside the school.

  Living near each other, you both ran down the familiar route before stopping as you assured Wonwoo your home was just on the left, whereas his was on the right.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow?” he breathed out, his dark eyes that twinkled from the sunset, boring into yours and you nodded with heavy breaths. You pulled out the last two of your candy jellies, placing the orange one in his palm and dropping the red one in your mouth before grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze, running to your home.

A Little Fall Of Rain - A Liam Dunbar Imagine |

Shelter me,

                                             comfort me.

Based on 04x12 // Episode Smoke and Mirrors


blood blood blood

Y/n’s P.O.V

Threading your fingers softly through your boyfriend’s hair, you couldn’t help but wonder how you got yourself smitten towards a young werewolf- who laid asleep on your chest. And the second you fluttered your eyes shut, Liam suddenly jolted awake, panting heavily as he observed the room in a panic manner.

“Liam? What’s wrong?” You asked gently, as you grasped his bicep causing him to turns towards you.

He let out a sigh in relief as he wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged your body closer to his, almost desperately, “Nightmare,” He began, burying his face in the crook of your neck, “I’m so sorry if I woke you-”

“There’s no need for you to apologise Liam,” You spoke quietly whilst tangling your fingers through his chocolate coloured locks which reflected against the moons luminescence. “-And besides, I wasn’t asleep.”

Your brows then furrowed as you watched Liam abruptly pull away from you, until he cupped your face in his strong hands before leaning down and capturing your lips with his. And almost immediately you sunk into his arms with the whiff of his woodsy scent lingering in your nose.

“I’m sorry you have to put up with me Y/n, sometimes I wonder why you haven’t left me.” Liam mumbled against your lips the second he drew away.

As you continued to play with the ends of his hair, it only made his blue orbs meet your squarely, “I put up with you because I love you Liam and I honestly don’t want anyone else but you.

A month has passed and everything has changed.

And that included Liam.

A sigh escaped past your lips before you looked up from your locker with your gaze falling upon the person who you constantly thought about these past few weeks. You watched as he slowly shut his locker and almost as if he felt eyes on him, he swiftly turned around with his baby blue orbs meeting yours.

But before you could utter a word, he hiked his bag up on his shoulder and quickly strode off into the crowd of people in the hallway.

And that’s what your month consisted off, Liam Dunbar completely ignoring your presence and you had no idea why.

“Y/n!” Mason called out as he ran towards you, causing your lips to lift into a small smile. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” You began before running your fingers through your hair, “Has Liam told you anything?”

Mason sighed, shaking his head, “Nothing. It seems that he’s ignoring me too, Y/n.”

I’m going to talk to him.”

Your friend looked at you with wide eyes, “What?”

Completely ignoring masons protests, you began to make your way towards the boy’s locker room, knowing that Liam would be there.

Shoving the door open, dozens of surprised eyes fell upon you causing a slight flush to make its way to your cheeks in embarrassment. Muttering an apology, you then roamed around the room full of half-naked boys before a familiar figure in the corner of the locker room caught your attention.

Dunbar,” You called out, causing the locker room to become silent whilst Liam froze at the sound of your voice. His baby blue orbs then glanced up fleetingly, “-We need to talk.”

Followed by a chorus of ‘ooh’s’ and a pat on the back from Scott and Stiles, Liam nodded curtly as he subsequently followed you out of the door and into an empty classroom.

Silence lingered in the air between the both of you, it was almost suffocating and seemed to last forever, until Liam hesitantly spoke, breaking the unsettling awkwardness.

“What did you want to talk about, Y/n?”

You scoffed, “Seriously Liam, that’s the first thing you say to me after ignoring me for weeks- You’re so oblivious to the fact that I’m hurt and I’ve tried everything to talk to you.” Pausing, you flailed your arms about frustratingly as Liam’s blue orbs followed your every move. “-But you’ve done nothing but give me the cold shoulder and I want to know what I did wrong, so please tell me.

“I’m sorry–” Liam started whilst he took a step towards you, but only caused you to stammer backwards onto the wall. “Y/n, I’ve been thinking– for a while now.”

Your brows knitted together in utter confusion, “About what?”


And before you knew it, Liam was suddenly right in front of you, hands cradling your face whilst his hot breath fanned over the apples of your cheeks. Feeling the warmth of body due to the close proximity caused your breathing to become unsteady.

You missed him.

“I need you to stay away from me Y/n,” You froze. “-Just until I know that things a safe around here because I don’t want you to get hurt.” Liam continued, as his met your gaze squarely, “But do you trust me?”

Despite not knowing any details of what Liam wants to keep me safe from, you did trust him- for a while now and you always will.

Your lips lifted into a small smile, “I do.”

And with that, Liam briefly pressed his lips to your forehead, “I’ll see you soon, Y/n.”

“Okay,” You whispered, “But you owe me dinner.”

A bubble of laughter escaped past his lips as he pulled away, “It’s a date.”

“Indeed it is Dunbar. Don’t leave me waiting.”

And before Liam pulled the door open, he turned around offering a grin which caused your heart to skip a beat, “I would never.”

Feeling a slight tug on your shoulder, your eyes immediately shot open as you found yourself laying on hard concrete floor, with both Lydia and Mason staring down at you with worried expressions.

What the hell am I doing on the floor-” You began, grasping Masons hand as he pulled you up. Your brows then furrowed as you recognised where you were, “- in the school basement?”

But before Mason could utter a reply, Lydia pulled both of you back behind a filing cabinet, then holding a finger to her lips. You watched as your friend let out a shuddering breath, “What is that thing?”

“Not human.” Lydia replied, as she walked towards a rack of baseball bats.

“Seriously a baseball bat Lydia?” Mason asked lowly, “Against t-that guy?”

You watched as the strawberry blonde girl who stood in front of you grasped the bat in a bellicose manner, “My friends are in trouble. And so is Liam. They need me and I’m going for it.”

Lydia then began to march her way towards the monstrous creature.

Grabbing a baseball bat, you handed another to your friend who simply nodded, “We’re going for it too, okay Mase?”

Without any hesitation, you both ran past Lydia who halted in her tracks in surprise as she watched the both of you charge towards the berserker. And just as you raised your arm, you suddenly felt a searing pain on your side, burning its way as it dug into your flesh, causing the air to leave your lungs at the sudden contact. Once the berserker finally released you, everything began to slow down with the sound of echoing cries of your name before your vision blurred as tears lined your eyes.

Strong arms then caught you whilst another pressed down against your wound, making it difficult for the blood to gush out. Due to the burning sensation of the sudden pressure, you let out a stifling cry as you tried your best to ignore it.

“Excuse me!” Immediately recognising the voice of the sheriff, he threw a solid object at the berserker and almost instantly you heard both Mason and Lydia gasp, before rapidly hauling you behind the filing cabinet.

And with that, everything went black.

No P.O.V

Where is she?” Liam yelled, as he made his way to the school basement with dust and dirt covering every part of his appearance. And just as he opened his mouth the repeat his question, he halted in his tracks as he stared at the person who laid on the floor- the person who he tried his best to keep safe.

And he failed.

In a swift he was kneeling in front of Y/n, swooping her in his arms as he gazed down at her. And as much as he tried to hold it in, he soon felt his body shake until a stifled sob escped past his lips and all his defences washed away in salty tears.

I-I’m so sorry Y/n.” He spluttered, as he ran his fingers through her hair before letting out a inaudible curse. “It’s all my fault. I should’ve been here t-to protect you, I should be the one dying not you- You don’t deserve to die Y/n-”

Scott laid a hand on his beta’s shoulder, “Liam-”

“I-i can’t leave her Scott.”

He offered Liam a small smile, “I wasn’t going to tell you to leave her Liam,” He started, “-I was just going to say that you don’t deserve to die too- no one deserves to die. Remember that.”

Liam brought Y/n’s head towards his chest, as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close almost as if he never wanted to let go- and he promised himself he wouldn’t. “I owe you a date Y/n,” He said with a quiet, half-hearted chuckle. “If you come back to me, i promise more than just a date-” Liam then glanced down at Y/n, and in an instant he let out a chocked whimper. “Please don’t leave me waiting.”

-I love you Y/n.

you will keep me safe.

And you will keep me close.

And rain will make the flowers grow.



Thank you so much to Anon for requesting! I absolutely love Les Mis, so i was very much excited to write this.

This is a One part imagine, meaning that there will be no part two to this. Ah, to be completely honest, i did cry while writing the ending to this and as much as i wanted to write a part two, i felt that this imagine needed to end this way. And it did take me a while to write this as i wanted to get the ending right. 

Also, I’m so sorry if i’ve been inactive these past few weeks! I had work experience and I’ve been busy with it. But now that I’m on summer break, I’m going to post every week. Does anyone mind if i post during the weekdays too? 


Hope you enjoyed this imagine, and please do request!! 

-Liam Dunbar 

-not my gif


Yves x

Recycled Air

Happy Spideynova week! This is probably the longest any of my contributions are going to get because oops I waited until the very last minute to start writing. I decided to kick things off with an au where Spidey never joined SHIELD and kept up the vigilante thing, but also got busy in other ways oops. 

Keep reading

Beauty and the Beast •Part 1• (AU Newt Scamander x Reader)

“Excuse me,” you said as you pushed your way through the crowded streets of New York. You were on your way to MACUSA headquarters to meet your friend, Tina Goldstein, for a quick lunch. A small groan of frustration escaped your lips as you made your way to the front of the building; Mary Lou Barebone and her family were there for another anti-wizard meeting. You pushed yourself through the group of listeners, your foot catching a case, sending you tumbling down.

“Watch where you’re going,” a deep voice sneered from behind you. You stood up, cheeks red from embarrassment but standing tall as you went to defend yourself.

“Maybe you should take better care of your things,” you challenged, turning around to face the man. Your eyes widened as you were met by a towering figure who adorned a large cloak, the hood pulled over his head. His face was hidden and he looked intimidating as he loomed over you.

You let out a huff when he didn’t reply before heading back up the stairs into the building.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice called out when you made it inside. Your eyes flickered to where the voice came from and you saw Tina. She walked over to you with a bright smile before pulling you into a quick hug. “I thought you weren’t gonna make it!“

“Of course I was gonna make it,” you reassured her with a laugh. You walked beside her out of building before asking the one thing that had been bothering you all morning. “Is Percival still talking about me?”

“He won’t stop saying that you’re the one he’s gonna marry,” Tina said. You both put your heads down as you passed through Mary Lou’s crowd, your heart thudding loudly in your chest. The last thing you wanted was to be outed by a no-maj.

“He knows I don’t love him!” You whined. Tina hummed in agreement, pulling you over to a hot dog stand with an excited gleam in her eyes. “There must be more than this city life, than Percival thinking he can claim me.”

“You need a man that is nothing like you,” Tina stated before ordering your hot dogs. You were handed yours after a moment and took a bite before speaking.

“I refuse to love someone,” you admitted, ketchup smeared across your lips. Tina looked at you quizzically, the mustard from her own hot dog a mess on the side of her mouth.

“What are you talking about?” She inquired through a mouthful of her food. She began to lead you back to the building across the street.

“My Papa was devastated after my Mother died,” you explained quietly. “I don’t ever want to experience that type of pain; the only way to avoid it is to never give someone that power over me.”

“You are rather odd,” Tina commented jokingly. You both ducked your heads as you walked through the crowd again. You noticed that the intimidating man from earlier was gone, and you couldn’t help but want to know where he was off to.

“I’m really sorry that lunch was so short,” Tina apologized as you reentered the building. “Picquery just really wants me to cover this case and-”

“It’s fine,” you promised her with a soft smile. “But I’m coming over for dinner with you and Queenie tomorrow.”

“That sounds perfect!” Tina said as she began to walk away. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N!”

You gave her a wave and walked away as you went over any errands you needed to run while you were out of the house. It registered in your mind that you needed to make a stop at the no-maj bank to make a payment on some parts your Papa had gotten for one of his inventions when he was still around. You loved him dearly, but you couldn’t help but become frustrated by the debt he left you in when he passed away. With a sad sigh, you made it to the bank, grabbing the envelope of money out of your coat as you walked around.

You went to turn a corner before your body slammed into another person’s. You let out a surprised yelp as you fell to the floor, your hands flailing as you tried to catch yourself.

“I-I swear I didn’t mean to, Y/N!” The person you ran into sputtered out as they pulled you off of the ground. You were met with the face of Jacob Kowalski, your favorite baker.

“Mr. Kowalski!” You greeted him with a bright smile. He gave you one in return before flushing a deep red.

“I’m really sorry for knocking you over,” he mumbled nervously.

“It’s alright,” you told him honestly. “But I think you lost something out of your pocket.”

“Not my egg!” Jacob gasped out as you pointed to a fairly large egg that lay on the ground. It wiggled slightly and appeared to be hatching. He hurriedly bent down and snatched it from the floor before looking up. He noticed the large man he had run into earlier and he was quick to act. “Hey! Mr. English Guy! I think your egg is hatching!”

You glanced over to the man Jacob had yelled out to, your mind instantly recognizing the cloaked figure as the man from the anti-wizard meeting. Before you knew it, he pulled out a crooked wand and pulled you and Jacob to him. You blinked and then you were hidden from the public on a small staircase, the man now holding the egg as it hatched in his hand.

“W-What… What was that?” Jacob questioned shakily. You were too stunned to explain that the strange man was a wizard. That the only reason you knew was because you were also a wizard.

“You’re not scared like he is,” the man pointed out as he quietly observed your reaction to the situation. Jacob was having a difficult time catching his breath whereas you remained quiet and calm.

“I’m like you,” you whispered, pulling out your own wand. The man nodded before grasping onto Jacob’s shoulder.

“He has to come with me,” the man replied. “I’m afraid he has seen too much and needs to be taken care of. Perhaps a spot with my other bests would suit him; I have been looking for a new addition to my collection.”

“I’m fine with just going home!” Jacob interjected worriedly. The last thing he wanted was to be held against his will.

“Y-You can’t!” You protested.

“And why not?” The man questioned. “I need a new addition and you Americans are strongly against muggles knowing about wizards.”

“I’ll obliviate him!”

“That does not sound good!” Jacob cried out. He loosened his tie and tried to fan himself as he became increasingly worried about the situation he was stuck in. All he wanted to do was pay off part of the loan he had for his bakery, and there he was about to become an attraction for some man’s exhibit.

“There’s no point in that,” the man argued. “That would mean I wouldn’t have a new addition for my beasts.”

“I-I’ll take his place!”

“What? Y/N, you can’t! I won’t let you!”

“What’s done is done,” the man snarled as he grabbed onto your wrist and tugged you into his side. Your eyes filled with hot tears as you thought about never seeing the outside world again. You knew you were going to be locked away somewhere distant, but you couldn’t let Jacob suffer. “Obliviate him.”

And so you did as told. The tears streamed down your face as you made Jacob forget about his new discovery. Forget about you being taken by this beastly man. You just hoped your friends would notice your disappearance and find you before it was too late.

A/N: Sorry it’s so short! The next chapter will definitely be more interesting and have more Newt x Reader interactions. Plus, you will be introduced to the Gaston and Lefou of the story! Thanks for reading!

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Nug Catcher

Short one shot piece for a competition being run on deviant art by ages-of-thedas 

Cullen X Trevelyan - SFW- Pure pre romance fluff!

Involves nugs in sweaters, mischief and Cullen - What more do you want? BTW I take no responsibility if this rots your teeth XD


Scribbling away Cullen didn’t notice his office door open a crack, although he did frown when he heard a ‘psst’ sound. Once certain he wasn’t imagining it he looked up to find Inquisitor Trevelyan peeping her head in.

“Cullen,” she breathed. The way she said his name, with such relief and joy made him smile softly. “I need your help.”

Instantly the smile dropped into frown and he returned to his papers. “What have you done now?” he asked wearily, it seemed this wouldn’t be the friendly social call he’d been hoping for.

She exclaimed something of a garbled gasp at the accusation as she slipped in, checking over her shoulder first, which he noted couldn’t be a good sign.

“This is serious Cullen! Will you help me or not?” she asked crossing her arms over her chest.

“Last time I agreed to help you,” he grumbled briefly making her gaze. “Vivienne refused to talk to me for almost a fortnight.”

“And I said I was sorry!” Trevelyan huffed and flung her arms away, then moved to crouch in front of his desk. “Please?” she asked sweetly.

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Spider Jack Halloween Fic

I did it, @jennpy​! It hath been created! Though I ended up taking a turn with it that was unexpected but I heart it anyway. I hope you enjoy it! 

This was seriously too cute to pass up. Insecure!Rhysie? Please. All day, every day. 

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anonymous asked:

Tendou's mom adopts a cat that is also named Satori. Cat!Satori hates Human!Satori and they wage a secret war.

I accidentally named him Catori, I hope that’s enough like Satori to work, I’m so sorry. And there might be the tiniest hints of Ushiten at the end because I’m a monster who can’t be stopped. Enjoy! -Admin Mom

Tendou’s mom, Yuki, had always been an eccentric woman. People liked to call her crazy. Her four a.m. baking sessions and spur-of-the-moment weekend trips always rose some eyebrows. But to Tendou, she was always just his weird mom. Today though, he did have to wonder if his weird mom maybe was starting to go off the deep end when she walked through the front door with a bag of groceries in one hand and a cat in the other.

“Ummmm…” Tendou hummed, closing his manga. “Hey?”

“Hey!” Yuki said with exuberance. She plopped both the groceries and the cat down on the kitchen counter, then turned to Tendou. “How was your day?”

“It was… Fine?” he replied tentatively.

“Did Wakatoshi-kun come over yet? I bought that roll cake he liked last time,” Yuki said, digging into the bag of groceries.

Tendou could only gape, mouth opening and closing uselessly as he stared at the cat. It was horrendously ugly, a skinny orange tabby with patches of fur missing around its neck. The hair on its back was mussed in some places, standing on end like it had been electrocuted. Yellow eyes were staring at Tendou like he’d offended the creature somehow. And the cat didn’t look away as it lifted its leg and began cleaning itself.

“What is happening?” Tendou asked.

Yuki looked up from the bag she was emptying, staring curiously at Tendou. Like she just couldn’t figure out why he was so confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean why is there a mangy feral cat on the kitchen counter?”

“Satori, don’t be mean,” Yuki chided. Because naturally the cat could understand him. “And he’s not feral, he’s sweet!”

“He looks like he has fleas,” Tendou countered.

Yuki grabbed the cat and pulled it to her chest. He looked content to be there, and Tendou could hear him purring from across the room. “He just needs a little love and attention,” Yuki urged. “Some tender love and care.”

Tendou just grimaced. “TLC doesn’t get rid of the worms he most definitely has.”

“Catori just came from the vet, and he’s—“

“Um,” Tendou cut his mom off. “What did you just call him?”

“Catori!” she repeated, snuggling the cat closer to her chest. “He reminds me a lot of you, Satori! A little rough around the edges, but a sweetheart who just needs someone to love him.”

“Wow, thanks,” Tendou deadpanned.

“And we’re going to love him,” Yuki pressed on, ignoring her son’s quip. “He’s going to get fluffy and fat and he’ll never have to live on the streets again. Look! He’s such a love bug.”

Still grimacing, Tendou rose to his feet and approached his mother. The cat was immediately aware of his movement, and its yellow eyes turned on him as he began to approach. The room fell silent as the cat’s purring stopped. Probably a sign Tendou should have backed off, but hey, he was feeling brave. Slowly, he raised a hand toward the cat, fingers outstretched.

And then, all hell broke loose. The cat let out a scream that sounded terrifyingly human as it lunged out of Yuki’s arms and straight for Tendou’s face. Tendou threw an arm up in time to catch the cat’s claws as they dug in. His arm flailed wildly as he yelled, but the cats claws were sunk so deep into his skin, it managed to hang on. It wasn’t until Yuki grabbed for the cat that it finally let go, leaving Tendou with a final hiss before burrowing into Yuki’s chest.

“Poor thing,” Yuki cooed, scratching Catori behind his ears.

Tendou was speechless once more, cradling his wounded arm in the healthy one. It was seeping blood, dripping onto the clean kitchen floor. “I think I might have cat scratch fever,” he mumbled, more to himself than anything.

“Let me get him settled in and I’ll clean you up,” Yuki said.

“No, no, I got it,” Tendou snapped.

He stepped up to the sink, turned on the water, and held his arm beneath the stream. It stung, and fresh blood poured from the scratches as the water washed it down the drain. Tendou looked up and saw the cat staring at him. And when Tendou glared, he swore he heard the cat growl.

Thus began the War of Satori vs. Catori.

Round one was just a standard turf war. Catori walked the entire house a few rooms at a time, making sure to rub his face on every surface, rolling on the furniture, even taking a break to loaf in the easy chair for an hour. And Tendou was watching his every movement from around the corner. It seemed as though Catori could tell he was there but was pretending not to. That only incensed Tendou more.

Once Catori was done in a room, Tendou made his move. He tracked the cat’s steps, leaning over to slide his hands over every surface Catori had previously touched. He paid careful attention to the chair, going as far as to sit on it and wiggle around for maximum efficiency. This inane process continued for about three days—Tendou was on summer break, so other than a few practices, it wasn’t like he had a lot going on. No one ever really won, so round one seemed to end in a draw.

Round two consisted of Catori peeing throughout Tendou’s room, finding every scrap of clothing, every open manga, even in his volleyball bag to leave a wet, nasty gift. No matter what Tendou did, Catori would find his way inside—Tendou assumed through a wormhole—and pee on one new thing. It wasn’t even marking his territory, more like waging psychological warfare on Tendou.

The worst part of this phase was the general lack of retaliation at Tendou’s disposal. It’s not like he could pee on everything the cat owned—and strange though Tendou was, he knew peeing in the litter box was just a little too weird. His best weapon was his size. The few times he managed to catch Catori vulnerable, Tendou would snatch him up, hold him at an arm’s length while he scratched and hissed, and throw him out the front door.

Unfortunately, this invoked the wrath of Yuki, who it seemed had fallen in love with the mangy orange nightmare. Each time Tendou tossed him out, Catori would reappear on his mother’s lap, practically gloating while Yuki shouted at Tendou. Round two, it seemed, had gone to Catori.

And then, there was round three. Better known as The Battle of Mount Wakatoshi.

It began when Ushijima came by after practice one evening. Tendou pretended it was just to give him a manga that he’d finished and wanted Ushijima to read—his favorite excuse to get Ushijima to come over. Once Ushijima was there, Tendou always coaxed him in to staying for dinner, and then there was always some show they could watch together. Ushijima never argued, letting Tendou drag him around by the arm and keep him until it was too late for him to go home.

Tonight, however, the plan stalled just after dinner. Tendou was dragging Ushijima into his bedroom when Catori made his first appearance. The orange nightmare was mid squat over one of Tendou’s shirts as Tendou pulled Ushijima into the bedroom.

“Satori,” Ushijima said. “There is an animal in here.”

As if on cue, Catori’s hackles rose on his back, taking in the newcomer with hostility. Tendou just rolled his eyes. “Pretend he’s not here. Or better yet, crush him with your mighty fists. I won’t have to deal with him anymore.”

“That would be animal abuse,” Ushijima replied.

“That thing’s not an animal, it’s a walking nightmare,” Tendou countered as he flopped down on his bed.

Ushijima joined Tendou, the mattress drooping under their combined weight. “It is staring quite hard at us,” he noted.

Catori’s yellow-eyed stare had never left Ushijima for even a moment. And now, he was taking a few tentative steps forward. Putting one paw in front of the other, Catori drew closer to the two on the bed. And then suddenly, he leapt up next to Ushijima, mattress sagging even more.

“Maybe he’s gonna kill you,” Tendou suggested. “He seems to only have murder in his heart.”

“Why have you allowed a murderer in your midst?” Ushijima asked as Catori began to sniff him.

“Well, murder in his heart for everyone except my mom,” Tendou corrected with a dramatic eye roll. “I told her we should rename him Oedipus and she yelled at me. Because apparently he’s the good son.”

Catori had stilled, mid-sniff around Ushijima’s elbow. Tendou braced himself for the attack he knew was coming.

But instead, Catori climbed on to Ushijima’s lap, curled into a loaf, and began to purr.

“No freaking way,” Tendou murmured, recoiling in disgust.

“Not-Oedipus seems to like me,” Ushijima said. “This is rather unprecedented.”

“Oh my god, what if it’s just me?” Tendou groaned, tossing his head back in distress. “What if he likes everyone else in the world, but I’m his Laius. I’m gonna end up dead after one of our turf wars and he’s gonna marry my mom.”

Ushijima scowled. “You’re talking rather strangely. Cats cannot marry humans.”

“This’ll be the first.”

“He is rather friendly,” Ushijima murmured as he ran a hand down Catori’s back. “He may not be a dog, but he is still a majestic creature.”

Tendou followed the movement of Ushijima’s hand as it smoothed down Catori’s back. It never made him jealous when his mom paid attention to Catori, that was just part of the Oracle’s prophesy—she yelled at him when he made that joke too. But now… Now he was extremely jealous.

So, he acted on impulse when he abruptly shoved Catori off of Ushijima’s lap. And he definitely wasn’t thinking when he climbed on himself.

Ushijima looked confused, but not entirely upset by Tendou’s strange behavior. “What are you doing?” he asked as he peered up at Tendou.

“Oedipus doesn’t get to have Jocasta and Polynices,” Tendou argued as he wrapped an arm around Ushijima’s neck.

“Your knowledge of the Theban plays is surprisingly extensive,” Ushijima said. “And… Doesn’t Polynices die?”

“Shhhhhh,” Tendou shook his head, pressing a finger to Ushijima’s mouth. “I’m winning.”

Ushijima might not have known what Tendou meant, but he also didn’t make Tendou move, instead reaching for the closest book and opening it up to the first interesting page. Tendou peered behind him at Catori, who looked like there really was murder in his heart now as he stalked out of the room.

Round three, The Battle of Mount Wakatoshi, went to Tendou.

And there were plenty more battles to come.

Imagine Stan having overheard Ford calling him “suffocating” (like, Ford brought it up again to Dipper while in the shack).  Later on Stan catches Ford by himself, grabs him by his neck, and slams Ford against the wall.  Ford is squirming and struggling to breathe as Stan grits his teeth and spits, “Is this suffocating, Stanford?”

With some encouragement from others, I whipped this up after making that post.


Stan was extremely worried for Mabel.  From their little talk before, he knew that she was worried about something other than the summer ending and growing older.  Whatever it was, he knew he couldn’t fix it.  Even with everything Stan had gone through, he sure as hell knew that he couldn’t help anyone with his so called “life experience”.  He had yet to see someone go through what he had.  What Mabel needed was her brother, the only person in this world that understood her better than anyone else.  Stan’s heart tightened in his chest as a sad smile dusted his lips and a surge of stale sadness washed through his body.  He remembered what it was like to have a brother that just…knew.  When he and Stanford were younger, there was no one else in existence or to ever be in existence, that knew Stan better than Stan knew himself.  Ford always knew when Stan was going to be upset.  What he was going to say.  What he was going to do.  How he felt.  It’s like Ford could read his mind, but stronger than that.  As if Stan’s brain rested in Ford’s hands and his brother could see everything.  But that connection, that loving comfort, it was long gone.  Stan had hoped all these years that everything would be the same, even though he had a feeling that it wouldn’t.  When Ford returned he only hoped harder.  Praying for his wishes to become reality.  A feat performed by an agnostic like himself.  Stan still hoped.  He still prayed.  But every day his hope flickered and slowly dimmed.  Ford no longer had that connection with Stan.  Ford acted like Stan was a complete stranger.  Like everything he was before had been sliced and gutted out of him and replaced with something new.  Like Ford didn’t remember all the little things about Stan.  God did that hurt.  But Stan didn’t say anything.  It wasn’t his place.  If Ford decided to forget his brother, to forget his twin, that was up to him.  Stan sighed and pressed his cold drink to his forehead to calm himself down.  He didn’t need to get worked up over this.  Not now.  Mabel was his main concern.

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anonymous asked:

Ight, Bechloe prompt ahoy! Chloe is trying to show her true feelings to Beca but Beca is completely oblivious and you can go and on from there 👍👍👍

It had taken a lot of courage to do what she was about to do. It took a lot of strength to do what she was about to do. It took a lot of sleepless nights and crying so hard you can’t hear a single sob. It took a lot of Beca being completely freaking oblivious to her surroundings. But most importantly, Chloe had what it took. Chloe was emotionally equipped to deal with what she was about to do.

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A Lost Puppy’s Weakness

Matt, Claire

Summary: Claire is patching Matt up and finds out something interesting about him. It turns out that Matt Murdock can take pain with no problem, but tickle him and he won’t know how to handle it.

A/N: Based on this prompt. I hope you like it!

Words: 1 500

Matt waited patiently as the phone rang, his body aching. She picked up on the third ring.

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Sugary Goodness

Request: “I swear it was an accident.” and “Why is it always you?” and “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

Authors Note: So I was going for a bit of humour and fluff for this one, and it’s my first attempt at it so I’m sorry if it sucks! As always, requests are welcome, as is constructive criticism :)

Warnings:  Mild Language; Fluffyness

Word Count: 1,499

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I shouldn’t even be here.

I shouldn’t even be here and now me being here is going to get me killed by someone I haven’t even met yet. It was an honest mistake really, I mean, who keeps an incredibly expensive Italian table in a warehouse loft? Werewolves. Werewolves do, more importantly one very psychotic werewolf who I’m sure won’t hesitate to cause me incredible pain when he figures out it was me who damaged his precious table. 

Which leads me to my current predicament. Which excuse to go with? 

“Stupid piece of shit table…” I mutter, sinking onto the couch behind it. 

The more I stared at it, the uglier it looked by the minute. Maybe Derek’s uncle will think I’ve done him a favour, maybe he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of it so he was waiting and praying for a clumsy woman to come along and….”Oh my god I’m gonna die.” I sigh dramatically, throwing my head forward into my hands.

This all started with a stupid idea I’d had ever since I found Derek flicking through an open recipe book that was left on Scott’s countertop. It was innocent enough, we were waiting for Scott to hurry up and get his furry little butt out of the shower so we could talk about the potential threat we were facing from the Alpha pack. Things had been going slow until then really, I’d been back in Beacon Hills for about 6 months now and it wasn’t long before Stiles clued me into the whole supernatural situation that was going on.

My brother’s partner in crime was taking his time so we were stuck waiting in his kitchen when Derek began to flick through what looked to be a baking book, most likely left by Ms Mccall. Long story short, it’s safe to say that teasing ensued from my younger brother, which led to threats of violence and death from Derek which turned out to be pretty effective in shutting him up.

Grabbing my phone from the table I flicked through the contacts, my thumb hovering over his number. As much as I really didn’t want to die today, I couldn’t help but groan; it was supposed to be a surprise.

I’d decided as we left that evening to go home that I’d do something nice for the resident sour wolf, and if that meant risking life and limb to break into his loft and bake him sugary goodness then so be it.

“Just didn’t think I’d actually be risking life and limb,” I huffed pressing the call button “Hey Derek, I know I shouldn’t call you unless it’s an emergency but if by any chance you discover my cold,bloodied body before anyone else, then just know it was more than likely your psychotic uncle.” I hung up, tossing my phone to the side before kicking the corner of the offended table.

It was all going so well, I’d managed to bake an impressive amount of sugary snacks when I began to run out of countertop space. Having put the triple chocolate cake on a plate next to the Victoria Sponge and the Rainbow Cake, I placed the freshly baked salted caramel cookies on the nearest workspace I could find, which just so happened to be Peter Hales Italian table. 

It probably took me around 10 minutes to realise my mistake, by which time the tray had began to cool and had effectively burnt its way onto the table. Oh yeah, it had literally burnt a rectangle onto Peter Hales ugly, expensive, Italian table. And to top it off? Not only had I stubbed my toe in rushing to rectify my colossal mistake, when I pulled the tray off, the top layer of wood came with it.

Yeah, I was definitely going to die.

I was snapped out of my wallowing when I heard a car pull up outside. My heart began to race, switching the oven off in a hurry I looked around for somewhere to hide. 

“Seriously, why don’t they have more furniture?!” I whispered as I ran and jumped into Dereks bed, pulling the quilt into a haphazard shape around me.

I heard the door to the loft slide open and footsteps walk in slowly, the door sliding shut behind them. I clamped a hand over my mouth and raised my eyebrows as I heard my phone ring from the sofa, you pick now to phone me Derek? Now that I’m about to be eaten?!


“…Derek?” I called out from my hiding place, peaking out from under the covers.

He was leaning against the countertop, my phone in one hand and the other holding a half eaten cookie.

“Derek!” I pulled myself from my makeshift hideout to sit on the edge of his bed, “I could be dead in the bathtub and you’re standing there eating my cookies?” 

“Why would you be in the bathtub?” He frowned, taking another bite. 

Flailing my arms towards the copious amounts of baking that was scattered around, I straightened his bedsheets out and fluffed his pillows before spinning around.

“They were supposed to be a surprise and I was supposed to be gone by the time you got back.” I huffed, making my way to curl up on the couch “And I was supposed to be all bloody and dead when you got home too cause you’re psychotic uncle was meant to brutally murder me because I’ve ruined his stupid table.” I muttered under my breath, “The same psychotic uncle who I have yet to meet might I add!” I added glaring at him accusingly from my hands.

He looked so confused the poor thing. “So you’re…angry with me because I…didn’t come home to find you murdered?” He clarified, a small confused frown on his face as he picked up another cookie.

I pouted, “Well, yeah I guess.”

“Why is it always you?” He asked, shoving himself away from the counter to inspect the ruined table in front of me. 

I didn’t care what my brother said about Derek, he wasn’t as big and bad as he made himself out to believe. It was a fair assumption that I’d gotten myself into a pretty sticky situation by having probably the biggest crush on our resident brooding sour wolf. It wasn’t so bad that I made it obvious I thought, but according to Scott, I made it obvious.

He grinned when he inspected the burnt patch my cookies had left, “The cookies?” His green eyes flickered between me and the patch. 

“I swear it was an accident.” I mumbled, burying my face in my hands. “I just wanted to do something nice,” Sitting up I was met with Derek sitting on the table, a grin on his stupidly handsome face, I squinted at him. “Is it just me or have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” 

He chuckled, “How about we deal with the coffee table before Peter gets back, then we can figure out an excuse that preferably doesn’t involve ending in you murdered, sound good?” 

“I didn’t really fancy getting murdered today anyway.” I shrugged, eyeing the table. “So how shall we dispose of the evidence?” I asked him, shifting my feet under my legs “Cause while I committed the crime, you’ve just agreed to aiding and abetting.”

“I’ll make sure to add it to the list,” he laughed, “I think you owe me an explanation though.”

I gestured with my hands for him to continue.

“An explanation as to why you were baking in my loft in the first place.” Oh. I never really thought he’d question it, just kind of accept the delicious baked goods and carry on with normal wolfy life.

“Because my kitchen isn’t big enough?” I tried and apparently failed miserably when he raised one of his perfect brows.

“Ugh fine! My kitchen is fine, I just wanted to do something nice and as usual I managed to mess it up in typical Stilinski style.” I huffed, kicking the table in front of me which just happened to collapse. 

“Is that my table?” A man who I only assumed was Peter Hale stood in the doorway to the loft, a look of disbelief on his face.

My face dropped, “Oh…my…God…” I breathed, standing up with flailing hands gesturing to the table. I looked over the table in a panic before glancing up at Derek and shifting my gaze to an amused Peter.

“I’m going to get eaten now, aren’t I?” I squeaked, dropping back down next to Derek on the couch. Sneaking a glance at Derek I watched as Peter cut himself a slice of cake, that scarily relaxed smile still on his face.

“Don’t let him eat me.” I whispered.

A blush rose involuntary when I felt my hand gently pulled into a larger one, “I won’t let him eat you, Y/N.” 

withinmeloveresides1  asked:

I'm so nervous to ask since I sent you two messages today already but may I ask for a possible drabble? Peter scenting/marking Stiles and having to restrain him because of much arm flailing and squirming the first while he does it. The thought of "Jesus Christ Stiles -hold still damn it-." makes me laugh. Thank you very much and I hope I'm not annoying you with all these messages today >__>

Messages are always welcome, and I don’t mind drabbling so long as I have time and you don’t expect anything crazy huge:)

This is probably a little angstier than you wanted.

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Stay p.5 / Michael Clifford Mini Fic

Previously on Stay

“You could have had me. I wanted you so badly, I still love you.”

“I was too stubborn and scared to take you back.” She mumbles, ending with a yawn.

“Y/N, I-”

“I’m tired, Mikey.” She sighs, cutting me off.

“Go to sleep, Y/N. We’ll talk in the morning.”

“Will you tuck me in?” She asks, extending her arms out to me. I cradle her into my arms and carry her off towards the bedroom. I help her shimmy out of her dress and give her a pair of boxers and a shirt to change into. I help her into bed and throw the covers over her, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head before standing up. “Where are you going?" 

I smile at her, all bundled up in blankets, her face still flushed. “To get you tylenol for the morning and a bucket.”

"Hurry back, please.”

“I will.”

“I love you, Mikey.” She giggles.

“I love you too, Y/N. Go to sleep.”


part 1 / part 2 part 3 / part 4 / part 6 / part 7

You think I’d be able to sleep with her finally in my arms again, but I couldn’t bring myself to close my eyes. Her words never left my mind, they were swirling around my brain the entire night.

She was drunk! There’s no way she could have meant any of that! She’s just drunk, she doesn’t know what she’s saying!  Although, they do say that drunk words are sober thoughts. I was trying to reason with myself, but I was sounding like a bumbling idiot.

I was torn in two. A part of me wanted to believe her but the other part was afraid she would wake up in the morning and leave. I wanted her to stay. I have to make things right again.


I eventually ended up dozing off sometime during the night. She was still there when I woke up; her eyes fluttering softly, her chest rising and falling, she seemed content, she seemed peaceful, she seemed happy. I didn’t want to wake her, I was afraid of how she’d react. I grudgingly drag myself out of bed, heading to the kitchen. Hopefully a mediocre breakfast will help calm the unavoidable storm soon to awaken. 

I was in the middle of flipping some bacon when I heard it—the gut wrenching noise of something spewing the contents of their stomach into the toilet bowl. The spatula I was holding crashes to the ground and I hurry over towards her, quickly turning off the stove.

She was leaning over the toilet, her hair in her face and hands pressed flat against the floor. I rushed to her side, pulling her back behind hair and soothingly rubbing her back. She glances at me briefly before another shot of vomit creeps up her throat. We remain in the same position for a few minutes before she wipes her mouth off and slumps against the wall, leaning onto my shoulder. "Why am I here?" 

You came here.“

She snorts. "Why the fuck would I come to see you?" Her words hit me harder than they should, I can feel the air leave lungs. 

"Don’t ask me,” I growl, shaking her off of me and standing up. “I wasn’t the one giggling outside my door at 2 in the fucking morning!”

“Excuse me?” She folds her arms across her chest and lifts herself off of the ground.

“Yes, Y/N! You were outside my apartment drunk off your ass! You aren’t exactly Ms. Perfect! You fuck up like every other human! You think you’re so fucking special!”

Her arms fall to her sides and a sad expression replaces the anger that was there momentarily. “Do you even remember what you said?” I whisper, the anger slowly wearing off.

“I remember, okay? I remember everything.”

“What? Why the fuck would you lie?”

“Stop yelling at me!”

“Stop giving me something to yell about!” I retort, my arms flailing about in the air.

“Why don’t we both stop yelling? Let’s go to the kitchen and just tal-”

“You wanna talk? What’s there to talk about?”

“Maybe we can talk about how I blatantly admitted that I’m still deep, deep in love with you while I was intoxicated?”

“D-did you mean that?” I stutter. “Do you still love me?”

“I never stopped loving you.” She sighs,allowing herself to slide down the wall, pulling her knees to her chest. “When you told me you cheated, I was hurt. You know that,” She pauses, looking up at me. “All my stubbornness and anger and hurt piled on top of one another, forming some sort of imaginary wall to prevent me from getting hurt again. I only ended up hurting myself and you, again. Goes to show how well that worked.” She chuckles. I didn’t know how to respond, I slump down beside her and we sit in silence.

“I’m sorry, Mikey.” She says, her weak voice filling the air.

“I believe you know how sorry I am.” I reply, turning to face her.

“I do love you. I love you so much.” Tears began to pile up in the corners of her eyes. I hated seeing her cry.

“I know. I love you too.”

“Do you think we can start over?”

“Start over? We tried that, it didn’t really work out.” I wanted to say yes, but I know that we’ll end up in the same situation we’re in now. If not in a few weeks, in a few months, maybe even years. It’s an ongoing cycle.

“I know it didn’t, Mikey! But we can make it work! I promise!”

“I’m having difficulty believing that.”

“I thought you missed me.”

“I miss you so fucking much.”

“Then why don’t you wan’t to be with me?” She deadpans, tears streaming down her face.

“I,” I take in a deep breath. “I think we should just forget about each other, Y/N.”

“We tried that, Michael! That didn’t work so well either, now did it?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You should go.”

“You know what, I will! Have a nice life Mr. Clifford.”

A/N: This was awful I’m sorry

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