oh hey i'm going on holiday in a little over a week

101 fluffy prompts
  • 001: "You're really soft."
  • 002: "You smell nice."
  • 003: "I'm here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses."
  • 004: "Is it possible to love too much?"
  • 005: "I don't wanna get up-- you're comfy."
  • 006: "I will always be there protect you."
  • 007: "I'm cold. Come closer."
  • 008: "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
  • 009: "The stars look especially lovely tonight."
  • 010: "I've never seen such gorgeous eyes before."
  • 011: "May I have this dance?"
  • 012: "I can't stop thinking about you."
  • 013: "You'll never feel alone with me by your side."
  • 014: "Let's get to know each other over dinner."
  • 015: "All I want is you."
  • 016: "I could never leave you, I love you too much!"
  • 017: "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face."
  • 018: "I want to hear you sing."
  • 019: "I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you."
  • 020: "You look incredible in that."
  • 021: "He/She's quite stunning, isn't he/she?"
  • 022: "Sometimes I just can't control myself when around you."
  • 023: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"
  • 024: "I think I'm in love."
  • 025: "I’d like it if you stayed.
  • 026: "People are jerks, but not you."
  • 027: "I'll share the blankets with you."
  • 028: "I have never felt this way about anyone."
  • 029: "I want this to never end..."
  • 030: "Can I kiss you?"
  • 031: "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks."
  • 032: "Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death."
  • 033: "Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?"
  • 034: "You can put your cold feet on me."
  • 035: "Your stray red item turned my whites pink."
  • 036: "A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you."
  • 037: "There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight."
  • 038: "Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud."
  • 039: "I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on."
  • 040: "Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer."
  • 041: "You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar."
  • 042: "My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on"
  • 043: "We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches."
  • 045: "We’re watching Toy Story 3 and we can’t stop crying."
  • 046: "I caught the bouquet"
  • 047: "My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years failing to get over them."
  • 048: "We accidentally got married in Vegas oops"
  • 049: "I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding."
  • 050: "I planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to whole proposing thing."
  • 051: "I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me? "
  • 052: "If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life."
  • 053: "Do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife? "
  • 054: "May I have this dance, wife/husband? "
  • 055: "You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so happy I can finally call you my wife/husband."
  • 056: "I jokingly told you that the only way I’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and I’m kind of charmed."
  • 057: "This is probably a bad time, but marry me?"
  • 058: "We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. "
  • 059: "Your ‘miracle hangover cure’ couldn’t possibly beat mine."
  • 060: "I know you haven’t had the best experience with dogs in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it?"
  • 061: "I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary, but everything that could go wrong, did go wrong."
  • 062: "I beat you at Mario Kart and now you're banishing me to the couch for the night?”
  • 063: "I surprised you with tickets to see our favorite band… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS TO SEE THEM TOO?"
  • 064: "I know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays."
  • 065: "Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it's okay?"
  • 066: "We’re arguing over book versus movie."
  • 067: "I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’"
  • 068: "We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years."
  • 069: "You had a business trip and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry?"
  • 070: "We both have nowhere else to be so we get to spend our rare day off at home."
  • 071: "I bet it’s a girl/boy."
  • 072: "Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant? "
  • 073: "I thought I was pregnant but the test must have been wrong. I’m not. "
  • 074: "You’re lucky I’m pregnant!"
  • 075: "Can you help me up, your child is pretty heavy."
  • 076: "I could really use a foot rub right now."
  • 077: "Your dad is really excited to meet you soon, it’s driving me crazy."
  • 078: "Do you wanna know the sex of the baby?"
  • 079: "The baby’s kicks are keeping me up at night."
  • 080: "Did you feel that?"
  • 081: "I can’t fit into my favorite dress anymore. "
  • 083: "I can’t be pregnant… or….OH MY GOD! "
  • 084: "I think you might be pregnant.”
  • 085: "It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear."
  • 086: "I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes."
  • 087: "Sh…they’re asleep."
  • 088: "I think someone had a little accident with the finger paint."
  • 089: "Mondays are your diaper days."
  • 090: "Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me."
  • 091: "Ooh…someone’s got a tummy ache."
  • 092: "Are you sure you don’t want me to drop them off myself? I don’t think you could handle seeing them off alone."
  • 093: "I told you we should have just gotten that German Shepherd puppy."
  • 094: "What do you think for their punishment? Grounding? No video games? No going out for a week?"
  • 095: "Mm…your kid before five in the morning."
  • 096: "Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?"
  • 097: "So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?"
  • 098: "I think we should have another."
  • 099: "Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?"
  • 100: "Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed."
  • 101: "…They just grow up so fast."

shanti-o  asked:

i usually hate these posts, because i get it, my birthday is special to literally no one on the internet but myself, so it's a dumb excuse to ask for shit, but, fuck it. it's my birthday and i'm depressed as fuck and college sucks so may i please ask you, my fandom dad, to just tell me about yuuri katsuki, anxious international student who is this close to deciding no, he can't actually do this college overseas thing, and victor nikiforov, who shows him how loved he didn't realize he is?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET BEAN.  i hope that you feel better throughout the day and that college gets better!! college was totally a void for me; i spent one year getting devastatingly trashed, and another three years Not Sleeping and trying to kill myself with work.  the good times i had in college are definitely punctuated and defined by how hard so much of it was to endure.  i’m rooting for you xx

and as far as anxious internationa studentl yuuri katsuki goes, he lives off of black coffee and spaghetti and basement pizza.  anxious international student yuuri katsuki is not doing great in classes, and maybe he doesn’t belong here, and he’s not the best at making friends, even though his one good friend and roommate, beautiful sunflower international student phichit claims all of the anonymous HEY YOU! shoutouts in the school newspaper talking about Cute Boy Asleep Under Table In Student Union Building or the Hotchkin Hall Hotass are referring to him.  beautiful sunflower international student phichit tries to get him to loosen up and takes him out to a party and gives him two blue pills with little dolphins on them that yuuri chases with a plastic cup of shitty sweet american lager, except instead of getting yuuri to loosen up, he ends up having a panic attack and laying down on the wet, cold concrete of the sidewalk outside just to feel something cool, which is how beautiful TA victor nikiforov finds him.  

it’s really embarrassing to talk to someone like beautiful TA victor nikiforov for the first time while soaked to the bone and rolling your nuts off.  yuuri has one class three days a week where victor helps, and yuuri always sits in the very back behind someone he’s sure stands at a height that makes participation on the school basketball team mandatory.  yuuri katsuki does not dare fly too close to the sun.  (maybe someday, he thinks, when they’re older they’ll both be at a conference together, and victor will recognize him across a crowded hotel lobby.  “you wrote those papers,” victor will say, “years and years ago.  i always drew smiley faces on the top in red marker,” because he does, and yuuri likes to pretend that he doesn’t do that with anyone else’s papers.)

despite what being in close proximity to beautiful TA victor nikiforov does to his heart rate, beautiful TA victor nikiforov manages to talk to him in a calm, engaging and funny way, and lets yuuri word vomit in return, and beautiful TA victor nikiforov eventually escorts yuuri back to the international house off campus.  

it is the next morning that yuuri realizes, with great shame, he must either change his major or leave the school entirely, because he cannot spend any more time in the presence of beautiful TA victor nikiforov.  

he ends up dropping the class and losing the credit.  he just can’t– he can’t go back to that class.  if he stays at this school past the end of the year, he’ll make the credit up somehow.  but right now he just, he can’t.  

it’s two and a half months later when he’s still there for winter break, not wanting to waste money on a flight home.  he’s walking through the slush to get dinner on christmas eve alone.  this is when he runs into beautiful TA victor nikiforov again.

beautiful TA victor nikiforov is very sad that anxious international student yuuri katsuki dropped his class! after yuuri left there was nothing to look forward to between one and three on mondays, wednesdays and thursdays!  why would you abandon me, yuuri? beautiful TA victor nikiforov (call me victor!) says, practically running him over when he sees yuuri across the street.  anxious international student yuuri katsuki doesn’t know what to say, except, “i’m going to get dinner, would you–?”

which is how they end up at a KFC at nine at night on christmas eve.  

“in japan, christmas is a romantic holiday,” yuuri says, realizing out loud.  “a lot of couples come to places like KFC, it just felt–”

“oh, is this a date, yuuri?” victor asks.  his voice sounds teasing, but when yuuri tries to jump up from the table and hide in a trash can, victor grabs his hand and looks him in the eye and it feels very serious.  “it’s okay if it’s a date, yuuri.”

“o-oh?” yuuri says.  

(and then, idk???? idk where i’m going with this.  yuuri does body shots of KFC gravy off of victor in the mens room?  like, why not, right? anyway, i hope you feel better!!) 


To Tenna @prinsenimittliv

“i really want you to write a prompt with jealous even in s1, like what if they were together in s1 and those gifs are from evens pov, i mean, look at isak flirting like he doesn’t have a bf”

Fucking Julian Dahl.

Even never normally let the jealousy take charge of him and his mood, but this was the last straw. It had to be the last straw, since Isak was his. Not Julian’s. His.

He had been lenient with Julian ever since Isak introduced him to Even as a childhood friend a couple of weeks ago. Even couldn’t help but let the slight jealousy go a little at the time given how happy and relaxed Isak was around his old friends. Keeping Isak’s mood high and his mind off of what was currently happening at home with his parents was Even’s main priority, so seeing his little moody teenager being free and happy for a change, be it even with fucking Julian Dahl was more than enough. The two boys had started talking again when they found out that they shared a couple of classes with each other at Nissen, since their friendship was abruptly interrupted when the summer holiday started and everything went to shit at Isak’s home. Even was comfortable with all the small talk and the inside jokes between the two younger boys of course, but Isak was ever so slightly starting to share with Julian his special smile, his special laugh and everything that Even thought was only shown between him and Isak. Yes, Isak was only in his first year of Nissen. And yes, it was important that he had a stable friendship group.

But in the heat of the moment Even decided that this had gone too far.

The tall boy stood there on the opposite side of the school grounds circled by his classmates from the previous lesson, perfectly placed in relation to Isak so that he could tactically zone out of the immature mumblings from those around him and dream about his golden boy for twenty minutes like he usually did. But Even had lost control over his jealousy and decided that today it had gone too far.

He clenched his fists ever so slightly, staring at Isak so intensely that his eyes might as well have had been lasers and walked over in Isak’s direction with one thing on his mind: he’s mine.

As he neared his small smiling sunshine, he made sure to gently bump into Julian with enough force to make him realise that Even was now dominating this space. He came round to Isak’s side, perched on the bench with him, wrapped his arm around his waist and sneakily pulled him into his side.

“Hey, baby.” Even smiled to Isak, stealing his attention away from Julian.

“Hey! Even!” He smiled even wider back, “You remember Julian, my old friend from Grefsen-”

“Yes, you’ve mentioned him before.” Even nodded politely to Julian with a forced nice-guy smile on his lips, trying his best to make sure that Julian finally got the message to just back off already.

Julian quickly noticed the game that was being played here, “Hi, Even! So good to see you again. You know, Isak was just mentioning about how we should all go out one night and have pre-drinks together.” What the hell? That’s not for you to join in on. Get your own group of friends.

Even winced at the thought of being near Julian anywhere outside of school, and immediately knew what he was doing. He knew how he was taking a slight advantage of Isak’s fragile state. Sneaky little bugger.

“Oh my word, yes! That would be so great. Us three and the boys all together, like in the old days. Well, not exactly like that but, you know. Jonas would enjoy spending time time with you again, we all would.” Isak responded with a little too much excitement in his voice than Even could handle. Why am I letting Julian get to me like this.

“Oh cool. I heard that some first year girls were having a party with the ‘97 guys this Friday, so we could do it then.” Julian responded, a smug smile spreading over his lips accompanied by confidence in his voice. You’re not getting away from this easily, Julian.

“We can go to that one, can’t we, Even?” Isak nudged him slightly, suddenly turning Even’s attention back to his sunshine boy. Oh how wonderful and sweet he could be in innocent moments like these.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Great, so it’s a date.” Julian confidently told them before walking away with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. What’s that guy’s problem? Can’t he see that he doesn’t stand a chance here?

Even hadn’t dropped his dead-pan face of no remorse until Isak gently stroked away the frowns that were collecting on his forehead. “What’s on your mind?”

Fucking Julian Dahl.

“You, of course, like always.” Even still didn’t feel confident enough to expose Isak with a kiss in front of all his classmates at school, so he just lent down to his ear and whispered “I’ve just really fallen for you.”

He could feel Isak blush from under his hold around his waist, even just from those couple of words. So he tightened his grip a little more and pulled him in closer, “Fy faen, you look so good with your hair like that.”

Little did it take for Isak to melt from the inside in response to Even’s words, so he tried to hide his shy smile and red face from him by looking at the ground, his eyes looking for an object to focus on, but finding none.

“Look at me.” Even brought his hand to Isak’s chin and softly tilted it upwards so that they were now facing each other at a slight angle. “You, Isak Valtersen, are a beautiful boy. Don’t let anyone else other than me say so, okay?” His big blue eyes now catching Isak’s attention.


Even pressed their foreheads together and for a second, or two, it was just a beautiful boy and a caring boy that were uncomfortably perched on a bench in the middle of the day, in the middle of Oslo, and to them it felt like being in the centre of the universe.

Thanks to @beanievaltersen for beta'ing! You da bomb.com🌟

Find it on ao3 here!! :D

A fic to celebrate one of the most important days of the year

Y’all know what day it is…our favorite blue paladin’s birthday!!!! so to celebrate this (should be) international holiday, here is the first chapter to a fic, starring Lance as a journalist, and Keith as a police officer, also featuring shay and the rest of team voltron (except pidge who will be introduced in a later chapter don’t worry guys I didn’t forget about her). tagging @hastalalaterkeith7152 for letting me bounce ideas off you and also practically forcing me to write this :) length for this chapter is about 3780 words. please guys tell me what you think of this. would you like to see more chapters?

Chapter 1: Late

Routine was a pivotal function of life. It provided structure, organization, and better time management, which were all qualities of successful people. That was why Lance McClain began nearly every day in the same fashion. Wake up, make coffee, drink coffee, read the newspaper, shower, brush teeth, get dressed, go to work. Simple. Very difficult to screw up. Yet somehow, this particular morning had so easily gone to mush.

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love is

Apparently something about Agent Washington screams “tell me what your definition of love is”. Not that he would know.

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rush in my veins

Summary: Midoriya Izuku has always been a fighter, so boxing seems like a natural extension of the person he already is. But it isn’t until he meets a dancer with eyes like ice and a smile like fire that he begins to reconcile violence with grace.

The first time Izuku takes a punch to the face, he is in elementary school.

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Genre: Fluffy oneshot, 2009 (ish, my timeline might be a bit off)

Summary: Fiction. Dan convinces his parents to let him go on holiday with the guy he met on the internet.

Warnings: Mostly phan fluff. Awkward parents Skype call. Also there’s no explicit romance stuff so it can probably be read as platonic if you prefer that.

Word Count: 1,944

A/N: Have a super quick fic written on mobile as I’m currently staying at my brother’s XD

Reminder that this is all entirely fictional and I’m not saying at all that this is what Dan and Phil are really like ^_^

AO3 link

“Tell us again, Daniel.”

“Again? For real?!”

“Don’t you think we have a right to know?”

“I’ve already told you so many times, why can’t you just trust…”


“Ugh, ok fine, I know, I know, I know.” Dan scrubbed at his fringe, staring stubbornly down at the ground to avoid having to look at his parents’ expressions. He blew out a long sigh, lips pursed in an ‘o’. “I’m going on holiday.”

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This Is Why We’re Never Invited To Parties

Part of the Demonology Student Dipper series.


A/N: Yeah… I’m sorry.

This Is Why We’re Never Invited To Parties

Holiday break was a peaceful time on campus. Most students had gone home to be with their families. The ones who were left kept mostly to themselves, getting ready for their midterms.

Thomas took a sip of his cinnamon latte. He was sitting in one of the many coffee bars that littered the university campus, just idly scrolling through his collection of ebooks. It was nice to get out of his dorm every once in a while.

There had been snow on Christmas day. Thomas couldn’t help feeling proud when he’d seen it. That had been his doing.

He’d told his parents this, during their video-call, but they were still not entirely comfortable with his choice of career and they’d changed the topic quickly to the typical “we miss you,” and “do you have a girlfriend yet?”

He loved them of course, but it was nice to have some peace and quiet while he studied. Holidays at his parents’ house were fun but too distracting. He’d make it up to them next year.

Besides, he still hadn’t told them about that whole hey-I-got-kidnapped-and-nearly-sacrificed thingy. He probably should, but… That wouldn’t make them like demonology any better, right? They would only worry.

… fine, he was going to tell them. Not during the holiday season, obviously, that would ruin their celebrations. But pretty soon. Probably.

“Oh gosh it is you!”

Someone slid in the empty seat across Thomas. It was a girl, and she was smiling at him.

“Wow, I’m so lucky to just run into you!” she said. “I’ve been looking for you! I waited outside the demonology classroom on the last day of class but I think you had a free period maybe?”

“We were in the lab,” Thomas said, a bit bewildered. “Uh. Why were you looking for me?”

“Not you specifically,” the girl corrected, a faint blush colouring her cheeks. “But all three of you. I’m sorry, I don’t even know your names - I wanted to thank you.”

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Fanfic - I'm Not Most Guys - 1/1

Title: I’m Not Most Guys

Summary: On a flight back home after the holidays Sebastian meets a cute guy and his daughter in the seat next to his.

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1517

A/N: I wrote this for the lovely and awesome McCall. 

Sebastian stepped onto the plane as the stewardess directed him to his seat. He meandered down the crowded aisle his eyes glancing over his fellow passengers. He was amused by how different the mood was compared to last week when everyone was heading off to spend the holidays with family and friends. Two days after New Years day everyone seemed completely drained. Sebastian however was thrilled to be heading back to New York. He enjoyed spending time with his family but he was growing tired of their constant questions. His father pestering him on his plans for his career, and his mother wanting to know when he would settle down with someone.

Sebastian found his seat 7A, and found the other two seats already occupied by a man his age and a four year old girl. Sebastian’s eyes traced over the other man in interest. Dark curls styled in soft waves with gel, the curve of full lips, and the classic good looks that made Sebastian think of Cary Grant. Sebastian thought about striking up a conversation with the gorgeous stranger, maybe even get his number for later, but any attempts were halted when he looked at the little girl. The resemblance between the two from their dark curls and cheerful laughs made it obvious they were related.

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harusjiyuu  asked:

Hey~ If you're still taking asks for the domesticity meme - I'm not sure what your OTPs are, but if the Sloth Pair is one, then them? (Also, what are your other OTPs?)

Hell yes I am! And Sloth Pair is my OTP of OTPs, so THANK YOU for asking me to do them! Here goes…

who cooks normally?: Mahiru does, obviously. He’s been doing that since middle school, after all. Kuro’s too lazy to really learn how to cook, but once or twice he tried to surprise his Eve with some homemade food and ended up nearly burning down the house. He’s been banned from the kitchen ever since.

how often do they fight?: They bicker constantly. Like, all the time. That doesn’t really count as fighting though; it’s more of an old-married-couple kind of thing. Real fights are rare and usually short-lived because they can’t really stay mad at each other even if they tried.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: They’re never away from each other. It’s literally impossible for them to be away from each other for more than a couple hours without having to worry for their lives (or Mahiru’s life, at least).

nicknames for each other?: Mahiru isn’t really the type for nicknames, he just calls Kuro by his name. (That’s simple enough. Besides, he’s the one who gave him that name, might as well use it.) The same goes for Kuro most of the time, but sometimes he calls Mahiru “MahiMahi” as a joke (much to the latter’s embarrassment because nobody calls him that anymore). And, of course, they have a variety of names to call each other while bickering, including “lazybones”, “annoying brat” and other nice things like that.

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Mahiru, for the obvious reason that Kuro doesn’t have any money. Sometimes he complains about it (especially when Kuro eats a lot or something very expensive) and tells his Servamp to get a job, but he doesn’t actually mean it. He’d probably miss Kuro if he left him alone a few hours a week on a regular basis like Hyde does, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

who steals the covers at night?: Kuro starts out this way. He’s always hogging the covers, leaving Mahiru to take one of three options: a) getting his own blanket and hoping that Kuro won’t steal it too; b) kicking the vampire out of bed; or c) snuggling up to Kuro to keep warm, depending on his mood and how tired he is. Kuro eventually notices and feels bad about it because oh no he’s cold because of me what if he gets sick I can’t let that happen. His solution is to cling to Mahiru instead of the blanket, to make sure his Eve is always comfy and warm. This creates some trouble in the morning when Mahiru wants to get up and Kuro won’t let go of him, but that’s another problem.

what would they get each other for gifts?: Mahiru observes and makes mental notes on the things Kuro wants, such as new video games, seasonal clothes, food, you name it. He also makes sure to surprise the vampire with his favorite food - homemade, of course. Kuro’s gifts are always surprisingly heartfelt. He likes to take his Eve to places where they always wanted to go, and he likes making cute tiny good-luck charms that he can’t give to Mahiru without blushing profusely and mumbling something about how it’ll affect his luck if Mahiru’s luck is bad. Mahiru is almost moved to tears by his Servamp’s adorableness.

who remembers things?: Mahiru is responsible for remembering tiny, mundane everyday things, such as meetups, picking up his uncle at the airport, watering the neighbor lady’s plants while she’s on a trip, and so on. Kuro can’t be bothered with exhausting stuff like that, after all. They both remember important dates like birthdays, holidays and anniversaries, however.

who cusses more?: Kuro. He doesn’t do it often - it’s just that unlike Mahiru, he doesn’t care what he’s saying and has no problem using bad words. Lately, though, he’s been doing it less and less because Mahiru always goes into “scolding mother” mode whenever he does, and that’s just exhausting.

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Kuro goes absolutely BERSERK. If you even think of hurting Mahiru, better say your prayers because you’ll get utterly destroyed. Once he’s calmed down a little, he asks Mahiru if he’s okay over and over and takes care of him until he’s fine again, all the while grumbling about how stupid he was to get hurt. Mahiru worries about Kuro’s safety first, asking him if he’s okay, then attacking whoever hurt the vampire and chasing them off, knowing that Kuro is immortal and he’ll be fine again in a couple minutes.

who kissed who first?: Mahiru did. It was the night before Kuro’s birthday, and they had stayed up playing video games and talking about random things. A few seconds before midnight Mahiru told Kuro to close his eyes; the vampire was a little taken aback but did as he was told. Then at midnight, Mahiru leaned in, gently kissed him and whispered, “Happy birthday, Kuro.” Kuro blinked a few times, trying to process what just happened, then he pulled Mahiru in for another kiss.

who made the first move?: Again, Mahiru. Kuro is a complete disaster when it comes to human interaction (or human-vampire interaction), and when he noticed his feelings, he started to withdraw because it seemed impossible to him that Mahiru might like him back and he was horribly afraid of hurting and getting hurt. It took Mahiru a lot of time and patience to get him out of his shell and convince him that no, his feelings aren’t one-sided and yes, he deserves to be loved for who he is.

who started the relationship?: Kuro. Mahiru patiently waited until he was ready and dropped loads and loads of hints - subtle at first, glaringly obvious later on. When Kuro finally, FINALLY got the hint and gathered enough courage to confess to Mahiru, the first thing his Eve said was, “Took you long enough.”

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Day 07 -- Extra-Super-Grande-Hella Cute [JongKey, PG, 1522w]

Getting this in just before midnight!! >:D

Drabble a Day | Prompt Me!

The university library closes early before holiday weekends, which is kind of not awesome. Jonghyun’s got a stack of midterm papers to write. He also has a bottle of painkillers, twelve encouraging texts from Minho laden with emoji, and two extra-super-grande-whatever sized coffees. He can do this. Maybe.

Anatomy is not his strong suit, even with the handful of practice he’s had on underclassmen this year – though that was mostly in the dark, so it probably doesn’t count, he thinks with a frown. He’s got his shoes off, hair mussed, and he’s seriously considering unbuttoning his jeans. Hell, give it another hour and he’ll be adjusting his unseemly bits. No one’s in his corner of the library anyway. The empty table he’s got to himself is proof enough of that. He can hear the aircon whistle through the shelves and he’s pretty sure he saw a giant crumpled-paper tumbleweed roll through twenty minutes ago.

He’s looking out the huge window behind his chair, watching a duck waddle around the “Pond for Peace” (whatever that means), somewhere in the range of two hours and forty-seven minutes into his cram session. Maybe Jinki wouldn’t mind coming down to help him. Jinki finished his papers early, because he’s a smug honors student and he doesn’t have the amazing commitment Jonghyun does to pizza or 90s television reruns. Anyway, he’s distracting himself pretty well when he hears a throat clear in front of him – behind him? He is looking over his shoulder – followed by a weak half-cough.

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The Girl's A Straight-Up Hustler - Part III

Description: The reader is a hunter and used to working alone (well, with her dog anyway!) She carries through with her decision in the end of part II! The lovely finale!
Words: 2085
Warnings: (Minor?) character death
Author’s Notes: 1) Sorry it took a bit longer than expected. 2) I’m SORRY. 3) I think I need to do some happy Sammy fluff after all this. If anyone has an idea, shoot away!
(Read Part I here Read Part II here)

Two hours later and you were ready. You’d dressed as inconspicuous as possible, jeans, rain coat and walking boots, a typical dog walker but with a few concealed extras of knives and such. You’d also put a silver spiked collar on Buffy so that if anything went for the pooch’s neck they couldn’t hurt her as easily and also would get a natty nasty shock.

“So Y/N, you definitely know the plan?” Sam said as you neared the front door to the bunker, both the Winchesters and Buffy on your heels.

“I will, bait him in then go in for the kill, seriously, you know I’m used to this!” You gave him a playful wink.

“This isn’t just hustling pool.” Dean said from behind Sam, his jaw clenched as he finished.

“I know Dean, I only hustle to make money for the hunting lifestyle, remember? Not that I need to justify it to you, but this will be fine, better this than more girls being killed!” You said as you reached for Buffy’s lead, the motion causing her tail to begin to swish backwards and forward in anticipation.

“You just agreed to this too quickly.” He sighed.

“Stop worrying Dean. You and Sam will be right there, plus I’ve got my little partner in crime here. We have weapons and it’s 4 versus one. It’s fine. Come on, let’s get going before it’s actually pitch black out side!” You gave him a friendly nudge on the shoulder and stepped out of the front door.

Before long you were walking out in the open with Buffy trotting along at your side and the Winchesters hidden out of sight. It was early evening by this point and visibility was beginning to get more difficult, you came to a fork and decided on taking a path to a nearby patch of trees, better if fights broke out for cover.

You let your mind wander a little more than you should have while you were walking and you even threw a stick for Buffy a few times. However, you weren’t far in before Buffy stopped still in a small clearing and her ears perked up. The big dog padded back to your side to give you her signal of a lick and nudge. One thing you could hand to supernatural creatures is they were usually lovely and predictable. Dark forests were a cliché they did seem to go for.

“Shhh, Buffy, it’s alright sweetie.” You patted her side, earning a tail wag and carried on walking forward quite aware of the lack of any other sounds around you. Not even birds in the trees were making a sound. You hazarded a brief look over your shoulder for signs of Sam and Dean but they were clearly well hidden.

A few more minutes and you heard a twig snap behind you smoothly unsheathed a knife under your jacket but kept walking ahead. Another snap. You whipped around and pulled out the knife, aiming it in the direction of the sound. You couldn’t see anything other than a few leaves stirring in the light breeze. Damn it. You weren’t usually this jumpy, but then you weren’t used to having to think about other hunters with you.

Exhaling slowly, you turned back around only to be faced with the broad chest of a tall man. Your knife was ripped from your hand and before you could make a move you were on the floor.

“DEAN. SAM.” You yelled at the top of your voice for the Winchesters lying in wait.

You heard the undergrowth being trampled as the boys sprinted towards you, apparently they’d fallen behind a little more than planned. You looked up from the sodden ground to see the demon as he grabbed your throat.

“NO. Leave!” You shouted too late, you watched in slow motion as Buffy ran to protect you and bit his leg. He kicked her off to the right as if she were a fly and she let out a strangled yelp as she hit the ground.

“Bitch.” The demon snickered to himself.

“Buffy!” You cried out, your voice breaking before the demon snapped your attention back with a punch to your gut.

“No no no, boys, you stay there.” He pointed to the Winchesters who were a few metres away. Sam stepped forward and in response the demon lifted you onto the tip of your toes, you let out an unintended choking noise, which made Sam stop in his tracks. “You truly made it too easy to find you two, you know, disappearances by your base perfectly matching the girl you, Dean, make scenes with in bars so often. I’m disappointed. I’d hoped it’d be more of a challenge.”

Even from your position, you saw Dean’s face physically drop.

“Let her go.” Dean punctuated each word menacingly. He drew his shoulders back to bring himself to his full height.

“Oh Dean, I would have thought since Lisa you would be more guarded about letting yourself relax around women. A little birdy told me how much you liked Y/N here. I’d met Lisa when I took her for a little holiday away from home, thought it’d only be right to meet this little one.” He said with a sickly smirk.

You used the advantage of the distraction to quietly unzip the pocket of your jacket containing holy water.

“Listen here you son of a bitch.” Dean saw what you were doing and started stalling. “What does it matter to you, hm? So what if I find a woman who makes me smile? Do you really have to kill everyone I come into contact with? Just because she’s-”

Your lungs screaming for air by this point, you acted. You flipped the top open and splashed some of the contents straight into the demon’s face. He screamed and he threw you away from him, your back hitting a rock as you fell. It sent blinding pain across the entirety of your back and you gasped partly in need for air and partly in shock but you didn’t have time to think about it. Sam began to recite the exorcism whilst Dean doused the demon in more holy water which just served to make it angrier. It lashed out and sent them both flying. Dean jumped up practically straight away to carry on where Sam left off, but was thrown back to the floor almost as quickly.

You carefully and quietly got to your feet, you looked in the direction of Buffy who was still lying still where she fell. Swallowing on a lump, you reached into your boot for another concealed knife, it wouldn’t kill the demon but it might at least slow him enough to let the boys finish the Latin phrases. You ran as fast as your injury would allow and drove the small knife straight through the demon’s upper arm. At least in going for the arm, blood loss wouldn’t be too great that it would kill the human host if he was even still alive. It wasn’t pretty, but it did the job, you made eye contact with Sam who used the opening to carry on with the exorcism. The demon used his free arm to lash out at your face but you were determined to keep him distracted. Your back seared with pain but after a few more long seconds the demon’s mouth shot open and masses of black smoke flew out of it’s mouth and into the evening air. Both you and the host dropped to the floor in a bloody mess.

“Y/N! Y/N are you okay? Jesus Christ.” Dean limped over to you as you pulled yourself into a sitting position.

“Where’s Buffy?” You looked around until your eyes caught the heap of fur by the nearby boulder. “NO.” You screeched, ignoring everything else as you clambered over to her. You couldn’t stop the tears as they flowed down your face and into her fur. She was still just about breathing but her eyes were closed and the breathing was laboured. “No, come on puppy, not now, pup, it’s alright girl.” You cradled the dog’s head as you buried you had in her thick fur.

“Y/N, I’m so…. I’m sorry.” Sam said softly behind you. You felt a hand on your shoulder but you didn’t react to it.

“She’ll be okay, she’ll be just fine, won’t you girl?” You just smoothed back Buffy’s ears over and over as you realised she’d stopped breathing. “No.” You whined. “No.”

“Y/N? I think we should go…” Dean said almost looking as if he had tears in his eyes.

You mumbled incoherently as he helped you up, your back throbbing painfully now.

You barely remembered the short walk back to the bunker. Dean had practically carried you the whole way. Sam stayed behind to deal with the body of the host that didn’t make it and also carried Buffy back. You numbly let Dean with your injuries before you went to sleep on the sofa.


It was a little over a week later, after you’d given Buffy a hunter’s funeral that you came out of your shell again. You were curled up in the library losing yourself in a research paper on “subtle vampire victim warning signs”. You were gutted about your canine companion but you’d had a lot of good times, you were focussing on those now. You sighed to yourself when you heard Dean clear his throat behind you.

“Hey Y/N, I made you a cup of tea.” He said, awkwardly placing it down by your side. “Look, I feel horrible saying this but-”

“I know, I should probably leave you guys to it soon. You don’t need me moping around the place, it’s alright Dean, if I’m good for one more night, I might hit the road tomorrow. I think a case popped up a few towns over. Nothing too dangerous but… What?” You stopped as you looked into Dean’s face, confusion evident.

“I was going to say about Buffy…” He started but stopped himself half way through.

“Look, you don’t need to apologise again Dean, you didn’t know it was a trap, it was just an accident…” Your voice was quieter now, but you hoped you maintained some sort of strength in it.

“No, Y/N, that want what I was saying, this is normally Sammy’s field. Sorry.” He ran a hand over his face, took a deep breath and moved over to sit at the side of you as he began to speak. “Look, Buffy was your partner, you can’t go back to hunting alone now, you’re a target because of me. I know that’s my fault and I’m sorry. Sammy and I were wondering if you’d like to, well, maybe work with us for a while?” His eyes flitted back to yours for your reaction.

You looked into his eyes dreading the expected look of sympathy, instead, he just seemed to be concerned, you could have even convinced yourself it was slightly pleading.

“Dean, it’s not your fault. I should probably have kept walking the second I found out your last name.” You said with a grim smile and a wink. “But, um, yeah, I’d love that.”

“Really?” He said, his features lifting partly. “If you have other hunter friends or want to think about it-”

“Definitely!” You said quicker than you meant to. “I mean, you need me, man, how else are you boys going to hustle enough money so that you don’t starve?” You said innocently raising your eyebrows and shrugging.

Dean let out a short laugh. “Of course and on that note, the only food in the house is Sammy’s rabbit food so if you’d like to grab a burger or something at a bar with me, that could be an idea? We could play pool for fun too?”

“That sounds great, are you going to pretend to be my boyfriend for old times sake?” You said with your trademark wink.

“Duh. It’s what we do. Come on, you!” Dean wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Wait. Dean?” You said stopping still.


“Did you mean what you said a last week, when you were talking to the demon?” You said with a furrowed brow.

“Every word.” He looked you with a wicked smirk on his face, before helping you up. The pair of you left the room with matching smiles, your tea on the table now long forgotten.

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Orphan's New Year

Thank you so so much to everyone who read and liked and reblogged Orphan’s Christmas. I am continually astounded at the positive feedback you guys give me. I am thrilled that you liked it and wanted more, and I may yet write an addition to it, but for now, here’s the sequel. Thanks for asking for a sequel! Here’s hoping your New Years is just as wonderful as Finn and Rae’s. :)

Also, be warned, this gets smutty at the end. I’m still very unsure of writing sex scenes, so let me know what you think. 

Orphan’s New Year

Finn stops for a second to straighten his perfectly loosened tie and run his fingers through his fringe to perfect its careful dishevelment. He squares his shoulders, too, and tugs at his blazer, just for good measure. It’s stupid, really. She’s seen him in all sorts of forms and conditions, and still seems to like him for some reason. But still. He wants to look nice tonight. Not just for her. In general.


He makes a face at himself in the mirror. He’s an idiot, mooning over his appearance when she’s outside in the cold. Well, the hall. The hall is chilly this time of year. So, he strides over to the door, intending to swing it open immediately. Instead, he pulls his shoulders back again and takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for just a second. Then he finally opens the door.

It feels a bit like someone has punched him, honestly. He feels winded and choked and flushed, like he should take a step back just to take some of the pressure off. She looks stunning. She’s got her hair half up, all poufy and curled at the ends. Her eyes look massive and alluring, rimmed in black and sparkling as they take him in. She’s got her coat unbuttoned, and he can see the curve of her breasts covered in some kind of sparkly black fabric. And her legs, God her legs. They’re soft and smooth and bare and look a mile long with the short hem of the dress and the pointy black high heels she’s got on. He wants to stand there all night, just looking at her, drinking her in.

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Giving Up on Miracles (3/5)

Pairing: Jongtae

Rating: R

Word Count 9K

(Part 1) (Part 2)

*idk what the cut off is for moblie but chances are you won’t get the full thing if you try reading it there*

But Jonghyun was so warm and cuddly and he could hardly focus on the elder’s Korean paper when he was sitting so close, smelling so nice, and being generally attractive. It had been maybe an hour before he realized that they really should have this talk today. He just didn’t know how to bring it up. Jonghyun left the living room to get them some drinks and Taemin stretched out on the couch and thought about how he should open. “Hey, Jjong, how do you feel about us doing the sex thing?” wasn’t very smooth. Neither was “I think I want to do butt stuff with you some time in the near future. Thoughts?”

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Make it Alright

Okay, so I got the inspiration for this from the tiny dragon being sick.  Regardless, while he’s sleeping I couldn’t help but scribble this up.  It was just such a cute idea and I just ran with it.  I hope you guys enjoy!  There are only two days of Haunted Septiween left (wow, that makes me kind of sad) so enjoy the part while it lasts and I’ll be pretty absent during November because I’ll be writing fics for the Holiday party!  If you guys have any prompts or suggestions let me know! (but I’ll make a post on that later) I love you guys!

Last time: Moonlight

Jack was heartbroken.  He had been so very excited to go to the Halloween party this week, but apparently, fate had other ideas. 

He was so sick that he could hardly move.  He was literally confined to bed as Mark worked around the clock to try and keep him happy and comfortable.  He was determined that Jack would be fine despite him coughing up a lung or two.  
Jack was scrolling through twitter and sulking when Mark came in with a bowl of soup and a bottle of water. 

“I think I feel better, do you think we can still go to the party?“ 

As he was placing the food on the bedside table, Mark gave Jack a disbelieving look.  "You did not heal that fast.”  He placed a hand on Jack’s forehead only to glare at his boyfriend and tell him to pipe the fuck down and eat his soup.  

“But Mark, Halloween is my favorite holiday and I want to enjoy it!" 

Mark softened a bit and cupped Jack’s face in his hands, "I know, baby.  I know.  But you need to get better for me.  I can’t have you passing out in the middle of a party or giving the plague to the kids on the streets.  I’m sorry, my love, but we’ll be missing Halloween this year." 

Jack’s shoulders slumped and he lowered his gaze to the sheets he was wrapped in.  He used his finger to draw little pumpkins and bats into the fabric.


Mark hated seeing Jack like that.  Like he had lost a little bit of the sparkle that he was known for.  

"Hey,” Mark spoke softly, using his grip on Jack’s face to make him look at him, “we can still do Halloween things.  We can go downstairs and carve a pumpkin in the kitchen and watch spooky movies and eat candy.  It’s going to be alright, love.  I’m going to make it alright." 

Jack smiled and leaned against Mark’s hands, rubbing against them and finding comfort in the warmth.  

"How about I set everything up to murder some pumpkins while you eat your soup?" 

Jack nodded and grabbed the bowl beside the bed while Mark pulled away and made his way downstairs to set things up. 

Jack’s body was weak, but he and Mark carved a pretty decent pumpkin each and Mark even let him go outside long enough to put them in the front where everyone could see them.  

Then, they curled together on the couch to watch movies just as they do every Halloween.  Jack was comfortably settled in-between Mark legs and resting his back against Mark’s chest.  

Halfway through the first movie, Jack, tired from the exertion of trying to fake good health, fell into an almost comatose state of sleep. 

He woke up in his bed, his vision still a bit blurry and his fever lower but still undoubtedly high. 

He shut his eyes again and reached out to the other side of the bed where Mark’s body should be, but found the sheets cold.  

Patting around and still not finding a warm body, he opened his eyes to a bedroom almost shrouded in darkness but an orange glow and flickering yellow danced around the room, lighting it enough for Jack to see. 

Shaking his head to focus, he pushed himself weakly into a sitting position.  He intended to call for Mark, but as he glanced around, the name died in his throat.  

Bats and twinkling orange lights hung from the ceiling, tombstones and skeletons were scattered across the floor, spider webs crept in the corners, a few zombie posters were slapped to the walls and even pumpkins-the pumpkins that he and Mark carved-were placed on their respective sides of the bed. 

He watched the candle in his pumpkin flicker for a few moments before tears sprung to his eyes.  He may have been over emotional because of his high fever, but it was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever done for him. 

Mark’s words bounced around inside his head: I’m going to make it alright.  

As the tears were spilling onto his cheeks, the man himself came through the bedroom door in a Charmander onesie.  

He smiled at seeing Jack awake, but it was wiped off his face and replaced with a worried frown at the sight of Jack’s tears.  

"Oh, my God.  Jack are you alright?”  He rushed to his side, the tail of his onesie smacking an unsuspecting skeleton in his rush. “Show me where it hurts.  I can take you to the hospital.  I knew you were sick, but I thought you were getting better." 

Jack, completely disregarding Mark’s frantic worrying, curled his fists into the front of his clothes and used all of his strength to haul Mark into a kiss.  

When Mark pulled away, he smiled but gave Jack a curious and slightly concerned look. 

"You big idiot.  You know how much work you’re going to have to do to take all of this down? All for me?  You have to be the dumbest person ever oh my God, but this is the sweetest thing that’s ever happened to me how dare you be so kind, Fischbach.  Now stop with the mother henning and get your fine fiery ass over here and kiss me.”

Mark burst into laughter before placing another quick kiss on Jack’s lips.  "I told you I would make it alright.“

anonymous asked:

I am really into your BD-verse on twitter - and definitely starting to wonder if I'm the only one who'd want to know all the other characters better XD I LOVE Belle and Robin's friendship (by the way - will Aurora and Mulan appear in the BD stories as they are mentionned in the tweets?). Anyway it's a amazing way to keep in touch with your characters while waiting for an update. Any other sneak peek for next chapter we could have?

Thank you! It is a lot of fun to get a chance to spend time with and explore the more “minor” characters in the story, huh? I doubt we will see Mulan and Aurora, or Ariel, in BD unfortunately.

As for a sneak peek…I did say I’d do another this weekend, didn’t i? So here ya go — pardon the lack of cut, I’m on mobile. (cut now added in, since I’m home)



The holidays are in full swing at Forbidden Fruit, fake snow sprayed into the corners of the bakery case and front window amongst paper snowflakes and snowmen, bells painted in red and green, blue and silver. A lengthy playlist of holiday songs have taken up residence in the sound system and the special of the day is a chocolate cream pie with crushed peppermint and a mint cookie crust. Pumpkin cookies have been replaced by ginger snaps, and there are thick, frosted sugar cookies shaped like snowmen nestled alongside the usual fare.

Ruby is particularly festive, her usual preference for red lending well to the season, and as if that wasn’t enough, today she’s sporting reindeer antlers that light up.

Regina, on the other hand, isn’t quite feeling the holiday cheer. She’s still recovering from her bout with the flu, still sluggish and sleepy by the time the lunch rush rolls around on Monday. At least she’s not feverish, she tells herself. At least the baking sheets don’t feel ten pounds heavier than they really are.

Still, she’s yawning into her elbow, watching as the mixer paddle spins around and around, increasingly hypnotic.

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