okay i lied this is the last one for now

Okay so heres context: me and my team of a goblin monk, tabaxi rogue and me and drow figher we’re captured by a race of probably undead mushroom people on our quest to find stinky weed with most of us having no weapons or armour we are then taken to see their king

King: why have you come to burn down our forest
Goblin: wh- no we came here for the st-
Me: uh no we didn’t, why would we come awfully equipped to burn down a forest
Goblin: we’re on a quest so we dont die of poison
King: okay… *checks tabaxis blood because they’re just there*
King: no poison
King: now you must fight my champion, KARL!
(A giant mushroom man walks in)
me: well thats just great
(Fighting ensues)
(I attempt to hit the mushroom in the crotch as the tabaxi latches onto his butt)
(He grabbs the goblin and I save him by successfully kicking him in the crotch, then tabaxi hits him in the crotch)
(I am soon cornered and the last one standing and I manage to kill him after booping him on the nose)
King: well by the laws of this land you are innocent, now what do you want
King: oh thats what you wanted? Take it I hate this stuff
Me: oh fuck this I almost died
(We return with three sacks of stinky weed giving a sack to the person who wanted it)
Me: fuck you all

Push and Pull| One

Originally posted by lonastic

[song inspiration: Halsey - Now Or Never]

|Chapter One| |Chapter Two|

pairing: Jimin x oc x Jaebum
genre: smut, a whole lot of angst
word count: 1.3k
a/n: Isolde spent three years with Jimin after meeting him by chance in a dance studio. He was perfect and he loved her, she thought he was the one she’d spend the rest of her life with. That all crumbles when he decides he wants to please his parents and leave her so he can be with someone like him. Isolde is plummeted into turmoil and leaves her job as a choreographer to move back home to the states. A mutual friend named Im Jaebum reaches out to console her, lift her back up from her fragile state. It’s a push and pull tug between what she thought she had and what she could have.

“Fuck, baby, you’re perfect.” Jimin whispered into my ear as he thrust into me roughly. My fingernails dragged down his back, no doubt leaving red trails behind them. Sweat glistened on our bodies as we moved perfectly in sync with one another, heavy breathing filling my otherwise quiet bedroom. 

“Jimin-” I panted, feeling my core tighten with each impact, my orgasm threatening to tear through me. My hands moved to grip his neck as his hips snapped into me, his hands holding my thighs around his waist as his forehead pressed to mine. 

“I love you, Isolde. Always remember that.“ 

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anonymous asked:

have you made a scenario where baby jeon caused trouble/broke something and blame it on someone else when his noona asked and noona believed him and scold the accused but baby jeon couldn't sleep at night bcs he feels terribly guilty so he confessed the truth and apologized? if no, I hope it's not too much to ask for this scenario! 😁

there comes to a point in a baby’s life… where they lie.

this was that point in jeon jungkook’s life.

you’ve been a kid once. you’ve broken things… plenty of things you shouldn’t before. so when jungkook stands by his toy recently given from a friend of yours and he says he has no idea what happened to it, here you are trying to educate him on how he shouldn’t lie.

it starts off simple, only you and him in the living room where you’re able to tell him of the things that get the fullest of his attention until six guys mumbling from the side gets you to excuse yourself with a quick stay here jungkookie. the six year old merely nods out of fear of getting in trouble, seated on the sofa as you make a round towards the wall lining the same sofa jungkook is on to erupt six gasps simultaneously.

“if all of you would pipe the hell down, it would be great,”

“hey, this is our hous-”

the boys immediately grab onto hoseok’s mouth and yank him down, jimin already trying to coax you with smiley eyes and seokjin ushering you away to tend back to jungkook. with a huff, you glare at them one last time before heading back to jungkook.

when you kneel down in front of him, he had already reflect on his actions and words to say: “i’m sorry i lied, noona. i… i won’t do it again,”

“you know why i’m telling you this, right? there’s nothing wrong with breaking things but of course, try not to. be careful and take care of your things but when you break something, don’t lie to me about it,”

jungkook already tries to voice his rebuttal: “but i wasn’t lying!”

“okay then,” you reach for the toy, that was initially in one piece, now in two.

“i asked if this is broken and you said…?”


“but is it broken?”


“was that what you told me?”

“…no, noona…”

sighing, you put the toy away and place both hands on his shoulders, rooting yourself to him.

“look, jungkook. it’s fine to accidentally break things but it is not okay to lie about it. because the next time you lie to me again, i won’t believe you anymore. you wouldn’t like that, would you?”

he shakes his head with a pout.

“then just tell me the truth next time. i didn’t get mad at you because you broke it, did i?”

he intends to nod, as a sign that yes you did but then he processes it and shakes his head again.

“i got mad at you because you lied to me. i wouldn’t be happy that you broke it because you have to take care of your things but i wouldn’t get mad because i trust it wasn’t intentional. okay, jungkookie?”

he tips his chin and up and down slowly, as if he’s testing the waters and when your smiles breaks out with your arms spread, he jumps into your embrace like the waves of an ocean of happiness returning to shore.

“…hyung i swear if you better not-”


take him down!!!”

Annoyance: Young!Sirius Black x Reader

A/N: I was going through a list of prompts for some inspiration as this thing came to mind. Not a request, you can send those in right now if you’d like though. This is coming out a bit later than my stuff normally would but, I was in a writing mood and I really wanted to get this out. :3

This one’s a ton shorter than my last one with Fred, but I really love how it turned out so, it’s okay. 

 Anyhow, Enjoy! ♥

Word Count: 910

Warnings: Little NSFW, implied sex (Gets pretty heated but it’s not the full blown thing soz, we cool)

“Sirius, just leave me alone!”

“C'mon, love. Just five minutes.” He said, his cocky, crooked smirk pulling at the left side of his face.

“I don’t have ‘just five minutes,’ now leave me alone.” I huffed, focusing my full attention back to the pile of textbooks and papers that lied messily all over the wooden floor. “Go hang out with James, he’s always free.”

Sirius huffed out a sigh and lazily walked over to the old green chair that sat beside me, dramatically throwing himself in it and turning his head in my direction. “Then I’ll just wait here.” He propped up his elbows on the edge of the chair, proceeding to rest his chin on his palms as he watched me.

The room was completely silent, the only sound being the occasional page flip from one of the many textbooks sprawled out in front of me. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have to worry about wasting a whole day away to catch up on work. Why must my boyfriend be such a needy, annoying dog?

“Talking to yourself now, love?” Sirius’ mocking  voice cut off my thoughts as I slowly turned my head behind me to look at him. “You were grumbling to yourself, I wonder sometimes what goes on in that pretty little head of yours.” A smirk forming at the left corner of this mouth after the last statement.

“I-I’m not grumbling to myself,” I said hesitantly. Was I grumbling to myself?

His smirk grew wider as he picked himself up from the chair and walked over beside me. “You were, something about how I annoy you? Or maybe being a needy dog?”

A chill went up my spine when he said that last few words as I turned back to face my work again. “Nope, I didn’t say anything.” My voice squeaked out as he sat behind me, pulling me into his lap.

“Well in that case…” he whispered in my ear, “you wouldn’t mind if I sat here, would you?” I could basically hear the smirk in his voice as his voice dropped a few octaves.

Not getting an answer right away, he proceeded to blow cold air into my ear.

“No, no, no. It’s fine, y-you really don’t need to.” My mouth stuttered a rushed answer as my body tensing up against him.

“No, baby, it’s fine. Since I don’t annoy you, you should be able to continue your work like normal. I’ll do me, you do you.” The sensation went from cold to warm within seconds as he started to gently suck and nibble on my left earlobe. “That sound alright, love?” He whispered, his husky voice muffled in my neck.

“U-uh, y-yeah.” I could barely speak, he was attacking my ear and neck and acting completely normal about it, and somewhere along the line, I agreed to it.

Trying to ignore him, I stretched out my hand out to grab my pencil that had fallen earlier. Even my hands are shaking, why must he do this now? I thought as I firmly gripped the pencil in my right hand, glancing at the textbook to my left. I tried everything I could to focus on the book, but with the attack that was happening in the background, even the words looked foreign to me. Deciding to pull the book closer, I moved my body away from his to reach for the book, only to be forcefully pulled back as Sirius’ lips started to suck down my neck, just above my collar bone.

Squeezing my eyes shut, my body instinctively leaned back into him as I let out a quiet moan. My pencil, once again, falling from my hand.  

Getting the hint, Sirius’ arms tightened around me and pulled me closer to him, allowing him more access. My thoughts screamed to push him away, to make him stop with the ‘distraction’, but my body had a mind of it’s own.

Deciding that I could no longer focus, I reached behind me and tangled my left hand in his silky shoulder length black locks, arching my neck to give him more room. Growling into my neck his teeth suddenly sank into the pale flesh, causing my hand to pull hard on this hair. I could feel his chest shaking lightly from my reaction, clearly pleased.

With one last nibble at my neck, Sirius’ mouth stopped it’s attack with a quiet pop. “Do I still annoy you, babe?” He whispered hotly into my ear, dragging his tongue on the outer edge.

I cleared my throat, not wanting him to hear just how desperate I actually was. “Yes.” I whispered quietly, I could feel the heat growing in my face shortly after I said it.

“Do I…?” He quietly snickered in my ear. “I don’t think I do anymore, but if you really think so…” His right hand caressed my inner thigh, lightly squeezing it, causing my body to still once more in his arms.

“You can still change your answer, though it’s your last chance.” His whispers in my ear becoming impatient as he cupped my sensitive spot between my thighs. “Now…do I still annoy you?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, lightly nodding in reply to his question.

“Alright, I guess it’s been decided.” He smirked against my neck before biting down on the flesh once again, his right hand lightly tracing circles on my inner thigh. “Remember, this was your decision, love.”

It’s safe to say that I didn’t get back to studying that night.

BTS | Their s/o Is Physically Attacked By ARMYs

Anonymous said:

Can I request a BTS reaction to their S/O being physically attacked by ARMYs

When your relationship was outed it was taken 50/50 with the fans; some were okay with it and accepted the fact that Jin was dated especially if the relationship made him happy…others, not so much. So when you joined him at a fan meet, helping out the staff things were going well until a couple of ‘fans’ decided that they didn’t like the fact that you were even near Jin.

When you went over to take some of the fan gifts from him and move them over to his growing pile one of the fans reached around the table and grabbed your hair pulling you forward, he’d immediately intervene pulling the fan off of you and getting you out of there before turning to the fan.

“I would’ve hoped you’d be happy that I was happy, and I am so disappointed that one of my fans would go so far as to put their hands on someone I love.”

Originally posted by syubbie

For the most part your relationship with Yoongi had been accepted and any bashing about you had been few and far between. So when Yoongi had a day off and wanted to take out out to lunch, you both weren’t particularly worried about going out and being seen together. 

“I’ll be right back,” he said, heading to the counter to pay for your lunch, leaving you alone by the door.

As soon as he left you alone, three girls approached you looking like they smelled something rotten. “So you’re Y/N….” one of them said, scowling at you. Not really sure if you should answer because of the look on her face, you stayed silent, which only caused them to become irritated. “Listen,” she said, pushing you back hard causing you to hit the wall behind you, “You’re not good enough for Yoongi and-.”

“Aren’t I the one who should decide who’s good enough for me,” Yoongi said coming up behind the girls, startling them, “I suggest you three leave.” The look on his face showing that he was trying to hold back what he really wanted to say to them. After they took off he would pull you into a hug asking if you were okay.

Originally posted by imonaworldtour

Your relationship had been well received; at least that’s that you had thought. On social media or even at fanmeets there had been no bashing or mentions on how you “weren’t good enough” for him. However it seemed that some fans had been holding out on expressing their feeling on the topic of you and Hoseok dating.

“I don’t see what he possibly saw in someone like you,” a fan said to you when they saw you making your way through the crowd of a fanmeet. You tried not to let it bother you, the only thing that mattered to you was what Hoseok thought.

But what really caught you off guard was when you tried to walk away from the fan and they grabbed your wrist tightly, yanking you back harshly. “Hey! I was talking to you!”

“Hey!” an unmistakable voice said. You looked over, Hoseok running over breaking security protocol to get to you and pull you away from the fan. “There is absolutely no reason for any of that. You should be ashamed of the way your acting, it makes me sad to see a fan of BTS and mine act like this towards someone I love.”

Originally posted by hoseokwhy

Rap Monster/Namjoon:
You had tried to hide what happened from him, but he started to get suspicious that something had happened when you had showed up at the dorm like you said you were going to, but you were slightly upset and had scraps on your hands and arms.

“Oh, I tripped on the curb on my way over here…that’s all,” you lied, not wanting to cause trouble.

But the problem is we live in the age of technology. So you “tripping on the curb” was actually caught on camera by someone and posted on the internet. “I was right…Y/N was attacked by someone.”


He knew there might be some issues after he confirmed your relationship, but nothing like this. He was disappointed with his fans and at the next concert he made sure to make an announcement. “I would like to address a video that recently surfaced on the internet…someone physically attacked Y/N who as you know I recently confirmed we are dating. To the person who did that, I would’ve hoped that you accepted the fact that I’m happy. Attacking someone I love is like you attacked me and I hope you think about your actions and what you did.”

I know it’s hard to ignore that adorable face, but just ignore Jimin

Originally posted by jeongguk

The last thing he every expected was that you would be attacked by “fans”. He was happy when he was finally able to confirm your relationship so that you two weren’t having to hide so much when you tried to go on dates. 

“You wanna go find the seats while I go get the food?” Jimin questioned. You had decided that instead of your usual dinner date, you would go out for a movie instead.

“Sure,” you said, before you both went your separate ways. You were halfway down the hallway when some girls stopped right in front of you. “Oh, excuse me…”

“I don’t see what’s so special about you that would make Jimin want to choose you,” one of them said.

“Huh?” you questioned.

“You’re so plain it’s almost sad,” she said.

“Maybe this will help,” another said, before throwing her soda at you. The smell of cherry filling your nose.

“Y/N!” you heard Jimin yell before pulling you away, “I hope you aren’t fans of mine because real fans wouldn’t do that to someone I love.” His emotions getting the better of him. “Real fans would let me love who I want and be happy for me…”

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

You hated to see Tae upset, so the last thing that you wanted to do was tell him that you had been cornered by a couple of his fans after work and they had pushed you around a bit. You knew if he found out you were hiding that from him he would be upset about that too, so it was really a lose lose situation.

“Ouch,” you said when Tae came up behind you and back hugged you when he saw you in the dorm kitchen cooking.

“I didn’t hug you that hard, jagi…are you okay?” he questioned, quickly letting go of you.

“Oh yeah, I just lifted a box wrong at work and now my back is a bit sore,” you lied. That lie however didn’t last long when you bent down and your shirt rode up revealing a bruise from when you got knocked you the ground.

“Y/N…tell me what really happened,” he said. You knew that you weren’t going to be able to lie your way out of this one so you just told him the truth. He didn’t say anything to you after you told him what happened; he immediately went and did his weekly V Log and among everything else that he talked about he talked about how disappointed he was in those who called themselves his fans and pleaded for everyone not to bother you at your job.

Originally posted by cmtae

There’s no instruction manual on how fans are going to react when an idol announces the fact that they’re dating or confirms any rumors. The fans will either accept the fact that an idol is dating, they won’t, or it will be 50/50.

For you and Jungkook it was 50/50. He had done a lot to keep your dating life private until he announced that he was dating so the fans didn’t really know anything about you until after the announcement.

‘As long as he’s happy’

‘Did you see the pictures on Instagram from their date, they’re so cute together #Kookie&Y/N’

‘Are you all serious, he’s the golden maknae and she’s some Plain Jane, she’s got no business with him’

‘How can she even possibly think she’s good enough for him????’

Jungkook knew that after a while the social media bashing would settle down. What he wasn’t expecting was when you were at your job for you to be harassed and attacked.

“You work at a grocery store and you think you’re good enough for Kookie?” one of the girls now standing on the other side of the cash register said.

“That will be 34550.37 ($30.55 I used google, correct me if I’m wrong),” you said trying to ignore their comments and get them out of your line as soon as you could.

“I asked you how you thought you were good enough for Kookie!” she said reaching over and grabbing your arm, seemingly trying to pull you over the counter.

“HEY! LET Y/N GO!” You looked over to see Jungkook with an angry look on his face, causing the girl to let you go, “Just pay for your stuff and go.” The girl ran out without even taking any of her items with her and Jungkook walked over to you. “Are you okay?” 

“I’ll be fine…thanks Kookie.”

That one was a little long

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


Why Her? (Part 16)

Prompt: You’re in love with Chris Evans…but your best friend is dating him

Warning: language, adult content-ish? Jealousy, drama-rama

Word count: 1098

Note: This is for one of my bestest friends. I hope she enjoys it! @amarvelouswritings This will feature Sebastian Stan and OFC Lexi. This is a drabble/short chapter series. Beta’d by the perfect @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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It was the weekend, Friday night, and you’d been invited to dinner.

Chris and you had spent all week sort of getting reacquainted. He didn’t bring up your mistakes and neither did you. It was as if it didn’t happen, in a way. Of course, there was still a small bit of tension in the room with you two, that undercurrent of the issue that needed to be addressed still there. But you two seemed to nonverbally agree to not talk of it, at least for now.

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Summer Rain [Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader]

Summary: what else are you supposed to do but run in the rain after finding out you’ve been in love with your best friend?

Word count: 2,334 (the longest one yet!)

Warnings: cursing, alcohol… 

A/N: The fluffiest of fluffs for Oak, because he deserves it. Thanks to the hamwriters groupchat, I finally had inspiration to write for Oak and I’m pretty happy with the result. I hope y’all like it!

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You could give a million excuses to why you showed up on his doorstep like this, at that time. You could say the storm caught you by surprise, or maybe you were around and your umbrella broke and you remembered he lived close by.

Blatant lies to cover a moment of courage with no limitations.

It was 1 a.m. when you woke up that night, the storm making the New York you knew your whole life just a gray scenario outside your window. Your forehead covered in sweat, but a smile across your face.

You were in love with your best friend and the dream you had just proved everything you suspected for weeks.

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Ong Seongwoo Scenario


  • Angst/fluff
  • You and Ong are dating when problems arise…

You threw on your hood as you sat down on the steps that lead to your apartment. It was a cold January night but your face felt like 1000 degrees as tears seemed to endlessly fall down your face. You wiped your face with your sleeves before leaning against the rail. ‘Things used to be perfect…’ you thought to yourself.

“Ong!” You screamed as he chased you around the pool with a water gun. “I told you I didn’t want to get my hair wet!”

After a few more minutes of him chasing you around, you caught Ong off guard as he swatted a fly away from his face and pushed him into the pool, only for Ong to quickly grab your arm so you would fall in too.

Under the water and midst all of the bubbles you saw Ong smiling widely and you couldn’t help but smile back. He grabbed your hands and pulled you to the top of the water. 

“Ong you know I’m bad at swimming.” You laughed as you tried to doggy paddle and keep your head bobbing above the water. 

“Psh I can’t believe you don’t know how to swim.” Ong teased you before letting you get on his back. Ong’s breath hitched as you put your arms around his shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist. You could swear that you felt his heart beating faster and him the same.

Once he brought you over to the shallow end of the water you both got out of the pool and let your feet dangle in the water as you sat at the edge.

“Hey y/n?” Ong said in a sort of serious tone which surprised you.

“Yeah? What is it?” You looked up at him.

Ong’s ears turned red as he mustered up the courage to say, “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?” 

“Wh-What?” You were so caught off guard that you accidentally fell forward and into the pool. Ong quickly jumped in after you and you both ended up laughing, your cheeks burning from embarrassment. “So is that a yes?”

You couldn’t help smiling as you noticed how nervous Ong looked and how he was trying to act like he wasn’t at all. “Yea you dummy.”

You put your face in your hands, trying not to think of all of the memories you had with Ong. After a few minutes you finally stopped crying and was just sniffling but you made the mistake of recalling the events that had unfolded earlier that day.

- Active 2 minutes ago -

you: Ong? Are you running late or did you actually forget we were supposed to meet for dinner tonight?

Ong: Sorry y/n my dance teacher is forcing us to stay for another hour and a half I don’t think I can go tonight

- read 6:32 pm -

You tossed your phone on the couch next to you. Ong was seriously blowing you off again? Ever since he became an idol trainee you two had begun to drift apart as he prioritized his training more than you. Angry and sad you went to the bathroom to wipe off all your makeup and change out of the new dress you’d been saving for this occasion.

After eating left overs and watching Korean dramas on your couch you found yourself dozing off until you heard your front door open. 

“Y/N? You awake?” You heard Ong’s voice and you got up, rubbing your eyes.

“I was just about to sleep.” You muttered as he sat down next to you.

“I’m sorry. Go to sleep. We can just catch up tomorrow.” Ong started to get up when you sighed.

“Yeah and then tomorrow you’ll say the same thing.” You muttered under your breath.


“I said tomorrow you’ll say the same thing. And the same thing the day after that, and the day after that, until we’re both old and wrinkly and it’ll have been years since we’d last talked.” You said in a bitter tone.

“Is this about today? I mean how was I supposed to control what my dance teacher did and didn’t decide for me?” Ong crossed his arms. “I can’t believe you’re trying to blame me for this.”

“Oh okay.” you scoffed. “I think all of that pride you have is clouding your judgement right now.”

“Pride?” Ong narrowed his eyes. “Or maybe this is how life works. Unexpected things can come up that I can’t control and you should just grow up and learn to deal with it.”

“Maybe I don’t want to deal with it anymore.” You raised you voice and stood up so the couch was the only barrier in between you and Ong. “No girlfriend should have to deal with always being blown off last minute and guess what Seongwoo? In a relationship people are supposed to actually talk. When was the last time we talked, huh? Last week?” Ong was taken back when you used his first name since you only called him that when you were really angry or upset, but he quickly brushed it off.

“Last week? We talked this morning!” Ong laughed in disbelief. “Now you’re just making up lies.”

“I’m not talking about saying good morning and hi, I’m talking about having real conversations. Meaningful ones where you tell me every detail about your life–”

“Well I just don’t have time for that kind of stuff, okay?”

There was a long pause before you broke the silence. “You don’t have time for me and I’m unwilling to deal with it.”

“Is this… Is this how it’s going to end?” Ong said quietly.

“I guess so.” You said coldly but inside you were fighting your tears.

“Fine.” Ong grabbed his keys before slamming the door shut. 

You sobbed into your hands, trying to fight all of the emotions that were stirring up in your head. Ong was your best friend, no, he was your soulmate. You had never met someone you had gotten along with so well and you two fit together like puzzle pieces. He was jelly and you were peanut butter. He was milk and you were cookies…

But in the midst of all of your hiccups and sniffles you hadn’t noticed that someone had walked up to your apartment.

After Ong had left earlier that day he had gone to his car and started quietly crying. He hadn’t realized how hurt you had been because of him. It was his fault and he had only just realized it… but his pride hadn’t allowed him to have the option of trying to fix or improve things. But after talking to his best friend Daniel about it over a few drinks he knew that he had to talk to you again.

Ong walked up to your apartment and immediately felt a pang in his heart as he saw you crying by yourself outside in the cold. You heard the footsteps and looked up to see Ong standing in front of you. “Ong? What are you doing here?”

“Here.” Ong handed you a tub of ice cream. “It’s your favorite.”

“Ong…” you sighed as he sat next to you. “I don’t think this is what’s supposed to happen after a breakup.”

“Then let’s just pretend like ours never happened.” He gave you a timid smile. “I’m sorry y/n.”

You gave him a light shove. “Yeah me too. Let’s go inside, it’s cold.” As you two got up Ong pulled you into a giant bear hug, snuggling his head inside of your shoulder.

“I love you y/n.”

“I love you too.”

Return To Me.

Can be found on AO3 and FF.net, also this chapter under the cut….

Summary: What would you do if you woke up tomorrow with the last 5 years of your memories gone? After an unfortunate accident, Oliver Queen must figure out his place in a life he has no memory of whilst his wife, Felicity, does everything she can to support him. With emotions, secrets and relationships pushed to the limits; will love and friendship be enough to turn back the hands of time?

Authors Note: Firstly thank you as always for the continued support! It honestly does mean more than I can ever say. Secondly this chapter is a short one! I would like to say in all fairness chapter 11 and 12 were one but I decided to separate them which you will see after you’ve read both. Thirdly I apologise for this… *hugs*

Chapter 11: Thinking.

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distraught mino trying to guess what jei was eating

Q&A with Gray
  • You and Gray have been together for nearly 3 years and today you decide to do a short Q&A video with him. You enlisted Hep to help you with the video. You asked Gray to send out a tweet so that fans can send in the questions.
  • Hep: Okay, you guys ready? I'll ask the questions and you two just answer them. Don't hold back anything haha. Also, can you two make a quick introduction or something?
  • You & Gray: Okay.
  • You: Gray, you do it.
  • Gray: Fine. Ok. Hi everyone, I'm Gray from AOMG and today I'm here with my girlfriend, [Y/N].
  • Gray looks at you because he isn't sure what to say next.
  • You: Hi everyone. So yeah, today Gray and I will be answering a few questions for you guys.
  • Hep: First question. Where did you two go on your first date?
  • Gray looks at you and you can tell he wants you to answer this one
  • You: Well um Gray took me this fancy Italian restaurant. He didn't tell me we were going to a fancy restaurant so I wore jeans, sneakers and a leather jacket. I was so under dressed. It was embarrassing. I thought we were going to have a picnic under the stars or something so that's why I dressed like that.
  • Gray: It was suppose to be a surprise. It wouldn't be if I told you where we were going. And what made you think we were going on a picnic?
  • You: I-I don't know, I thought you liked picnics. Or you could have said, 'hey babe, I'm not going to tell you where we are going but it'll be some place fancy".
  • Gray: I do like picnics. Ok, the next date will be a picnic so you can't blame if you're not dressed for the occasion.
  • Hep: What are your thoughts the first time meeting each other?
  • Gray: Uh we met at a night market. She walked into me and nearly knocked her plate of food all over me.
  • You: Keyword: nearly.
  • Gray: You say that every time. So yeah, my first thoughts was I wouldn't be angry or mad if she had spilled her food on me because then I have the excuse of asking her out to dinner. You know, to make up for ruining my shirt.
  • Gray looked at you and it was your turn.
  • You: My first thought was who the hell is not walking with their eyes open. I had to wait in line for such a long time for the food and I nearly dropped it because of him. But you know, I'm glad he asked me out even though I didn't spill any food on him.
  • Hep: You guys are too cute. Ok next question, what is the most romantic thing your partner has done?
  • You: The most romantic thing..Hm well for our last anniversary Gray was on tour and he actually ordered flowers to be delivered to our apartment. We were Facetiming when the door bell rang and the delivery guy was holding this huge bouquet of flowers. Also, he told me to look in his drawers and there was this USB and on the USB there were 2 songs. Both written, produced and sang by him. It was so cute.
  • Hep: Are we going to release those songs, Gray?
  • Gray: Probably not. Those songs are for our ears only sorry.
  • Hep: Well that sucks. Your fans will be so disappointed.
  • Gray: I love how [Y/N] sends me random texts during the day. It could be jokes, memes, photos of things she wants to buy and wants my opinion. But no matter what I say she still buys it.
  • Hep: What are each other’s worst or annoying habits?
  • You: His selfies!! He ALWAYS has to take a selfie that shows his left side profile. He would always tell me to switch sides with him when we are taking photos together. Like babe, you look fine either side.
  • Gray: Whatever. I don't complain about your habit of just throwing your shoes at the doorway. She never put them on the shoe stand so I'm always tripping over her shoes and heels when I'm at the door. I bought the shoe stand for a reason, [Y/N].
  • Hep: What is your ideal date night?
  • Gray: Our ideal date night is dressing up all nice and going to a nice restaurant.
  • You: After dinner we would probably go to the movies or just stroll around the streets.
  • Hep: Nice. Okay, so we are now up to the last two questions and these are kinda R rated.
  • Gray: Omg, are you serious. Can we just stop here. Cut! Cut! Cut!
  • You: Yeah, how R rated are these questions?
  • Hep: Nothing too over board. Ok are there any weird fantasies/kinks that you have or into?
  • Gray: [Y/N] can take this one. I don't want to answer it.
  • You: Oh what?! That's not fair. Umm to be honest, we both don't have any fantasies or kinks.
  • Hep: LIES!
  • You: You caught me! Gray likes to be a character from a certain movie. If you know what I mean.
  • Gray: Wth. Stop lying, [Y/N].
  • Hep: Omg. 50 shades of Gray haha
  • You: I'm just kidding guys. He hates that reference. Sorry Gray.
  • Hep: Alright. Last question. Do you two have any funny, embarrassing sex stories?
  • You: Wanna take this one, Gray? Since I answered the last question.
  • Gray: Umm heh. Well. You know...Umm.
  • Hep: C'mon Gray. Spill.
  • Gray: Well there was the one time when we were both in Taiwan, I think. We came back from clubbing and we were in the elevator. Um you know, things got hot then the next thing you know the elevator doors open. Outside stood this elderly couple. It was so embarrassing.
  • You: I was more embarrassed than you. Your hands were all the way up my dress so my leg was freaking exposed.
  • Hep: Omg, what did you two do after?
  • You: We got out even though it wasn't our level and ran.
  • Hep: Well that concludes the Q&A. Last words?
  • You: Thanks for sending us questions and we had a very fun time answering them.
  • Gray: Yeah it was fun. Except for that one fantasy question. I don't have a Christian Grey kink. Just wanted to clarify that. But yeah, thank you for sending the questions. Peace!
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First Down Pt 1

Season 2 Masterlist

Michael Scofield x Reader

Word Count: 1,405

Warning: Language, Car Crash

   The fields looked like they could be wheat, corn maybe. You thought about who harvested it all and why they’d want such a strenuous job. Although, compared to this non-stop running from everyone, it did have a certain appeal. You spent the time thinking about random, pointless things like that so you wouldn’t have to think about Sara and how she’s involved with Michael. Nika and Michael talked, and you kept your mouth firmly clamped shut.  

   Michael hadn’t said no when Nika asked if he was meeting up with Sara. What had that meant? He ‘didn’t know’ if he had plans to meet with Sara. Did that mean he wanted to?

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Okay, let me just clarify some things about my thoughts!! I REALLY want to see nalu get married and have kids- some people think they don’t have a romantic part of their relationship, I have to disagree. What I’m saying is, if they are to do the whole family thing, I think they’ll be the last ones to do it. Just because I love their dynamic now doesn’t mean I want them to change just for my hopes for them. But here’s the difference, even if they did get married and have kids, their relationship wouldn’t really change… aside from their physical relationship. Do you think that just because they got married there won’t be teasing and going on jobs? Or if they have kids they automatically become 100% “mature” and can never have fun with each other again? There’s no way that would happen… and the fact that some people are asking me “if you don’t want nalu’s relationship to change, then I think Natsu should have a family as na//li”.


1) Again, their relationship really will not change. I mean, I know for a fact when my boyfriend and I get married or even when we started dating, it didn’t change our dynamic. Just a physical relationship. It would be nalu but with more touching lol. Maybe more hugs, more times Natsu had his arm around Lucy.
2) I never have supported na//li and I would absolutely be pissed if Natsu ended up having kids with her. Again, nothing at ALL against Lisanna, but I mean really? It would be coming out of no where as well since they literally have absolutely no relationship at all. That would not appease my nalu heart. I want Natsu and Lucy to keep their dynamic, but that doesn’t mean they can’t still have it just bc of marriage and kids lol.

Will you share your life with me...? Part 4

Will you share your life with me for the next ten lifetimes?

The next months felt like heaven to Sanji, even more if he compared them to his journey in hell when the crew fell apart for the first time. Sure, he missed his crewmates (and if you asked him about Zoro, he might even change his normal expression), but he couldn’t imagine other person to live this improvised retirement with. He would wake up every day and make breakfast while he heard Nami humming happily in the morning as she watered her beloved tangerine trees. Then they both would have breakfast and talk about the smallest things, still in their pijamas. Sometimes Nojiko would appear out of nowhere and scare them both, and when that happened, Nami used to grab her sister by the shoulder and take her with her. Sometimes he heard them yell at each other, sometimes all he could hear was laughter. He didn’t understand their weird relationship, but Nami always came out fully-dressed and with a brilliant smile, looking as beautiful as always.

But sometimes, he preferred her when she was just wearing a messy bun and a large t-shirt, just like every morning. It was a strange feeling, but it felt like she was wearing something more intimate than any bikini she ever wore. Still, he couldn’t complain about those either. It was like every piece of fabric was made to be worn by her, or at least to him it was.

Some days they would go for a walk, and visit Belle-mère’s grave. Nami would tell their adventures to the wind, and he held Nami tighter when tears started to fall on her face. And although it was hard to see her breaking down, he really appreciated those moments where she let her barriers down, and she let him in. Moments like that brought them closer.

They would often visit the Baratie, and Zeff and the rest of the shitty cooks in there would always joke about giving them the table with the most romantic view. To the happy couple, they used to say. At first, Nami was the first one to deny every sign of relationship they could have (and not just to Zeff, but also to her sister, Genzo and practically everyone), but as time passed by, Nami would smile and sometimes even joke about it. He didn’t know what to think about that, either. Was she starting to have feelings for him, or was it the contrary? Could he hold his hope or should he give up already? But a man doesn’t give up, not without having tried at least a hundred times. And he preferred not to count how many times he had failed, so for him, every chance was the first one. And every time she didn’t say “no” was a little spark of hope.

By the end of the fifth month, he started to feel like luck was finally on his side. Or at least, romance was. And what else could he need? Well, if he started to think about it, he would need Genzo’s approval, but he was starting to think that he may tolerate him a bit more than at the beginning. Sure, he liked to remind him of how no man alive could deserve Nami, but he said it softly, and gave him a pat on the shoulder. And he was sure that meant something. There are moments when just a look is enough to know what the other is trying to say, and Sanji knew that this was just the same. However, he never dared to ask what exactly did Genzo mean with that: was it an encouraging gesture? Or a “good luck: you’ll need it” one? Anyway, he wasn’t going to give up. He knew that even if he would want to (which, to be clear, he didn’t), he couldn’t. He was too tangled in her orange locks, too lost in her brown orbs.

And he had Nojiko on his side, of that he was pretty sure. And as the good strategist he was, he knew that a strong ally could mean everything. In war and in love, the battlefield is a cold place, and when things are going down, it’s better to have someone cheering you up than sinking just by yourself.

One day, while he was doing laundry, he overheard one of the secret conversations between the sisters. He didn’t mean to stop and listen, but his curiosity won that battle.

“… C’mon, haven’t you seen how he looks at you?” Nojiko said, but he heard no answer from the redhead. “Yes, that’s exactly the face I’m talking about. And you know those puppy eyes don’t work on me, so you could save them and answer me.”

Sanji heard Nami pant before saying anything “Okay, I may have noticed something. But it’s nothing new, his tongue just hangs out whenever he sees a skirt, I swear.”

Wait, were they talking about him? Did she really think of him that way? And how could Nojiko not fall for Nami’s puppy eyes? Sanji had so many questions.

“Well I haven’t seen him flirting with anyone but you since he came here. And you said it yourself before, he doesn’t even flinch when a hot girl crosses the door of the Baratie. Doesn’t that mean something?”

“I only said it was weird, since he used to that and now he doesn’t!” Nami refuted, and he was sure she was holding her anger.

“Then you’re admitting I’m right, sister” Nojiko laughed, and Sanji could almost hear Nami’s body relaxing “You’re just avoiding the obvious because you are too afraid of getting hurt that you prefer to keep thinking he’s some sort of womanizer.”

“He’s not!” Nami yelled, much to Sanji’s relief. “He’s a gentleman.”

“Then where the hell is the problem? The way I see it, you two have nothing to lose. He clearly likes you, and if you allow me to say it, I think he loves you. And just by looking at your red face right now, I can tell you feel the same.” Nojiko stated.

Sanji waited for Nami’s response. He knew he should leave, but he couldn’t, not without hearing her answer.

“Fine, you win.” Nami admitted, and Sanji swore his heart skipped a beat. “I may have developed feelings for that stupid cook. So what? It’s not like anything is going to change!”

“And why not?” Nojiko asked the same thing Sanji was questioning “It’s a simple equation: him plus you equals a relationship! And me getting a beautiful bridesmaid dress at your wedding, and don’t get me started with kids, because I’m gonna be the best auntie ever!”

Wedding? Kids? Sanji couldn’t process all that information quickly enough, and when he heard the slightliest movement on the room, he ran like hell, with the bad luck of bumping into Genzo.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You almost kill me!” he complained, too loud for Sanji’s own good “What were you doing? Were you spying on Nami? Or worse… were you sneaking out of her room?!”

“No, sir, I’m sorry but I…” Sanji started to apologize, even though it wouldn’t matter, because Genzo only believed what he wanted to believe.

“This is how you pay me for everything I did for you? I let you in my village, I let you in this house, and you can’t show a minimum of decency?!”

“Actually, I was just running to make you three a snack, if that’s okay” Sanji lied, trying to sound convincing. The last thing he needed right now was Genzo doing another one of his solo shows.

“Oh, okay. That’s… That’s really thoughtful of you, young man.” Genzo said, and let him go.

Just as Sanji was walking out on his way to the kitchen (because he now had to prepare three snacks before Genzo suspected a thing), Genzo called his name. He turned back, just to see him smiling.

“Good luck with that, by the way.” He said with a wink, before disappearing.

“What the hell does that mean?” Sanji thought. Was he talking about him and Nami? No, he couldn’t… But what if he had? He didn’t need luck, though. He needed a plan. His eyes were the very image of hope, and he couldn’t believe his luck: Nami, his Nami, his redhead goddess, liked him. And not like she liked Luffy, or Usopp, or the marimo. She like liked him. But there was no time to lose, he needed to act before it was too late. He took his Den-den mushi and called the Baratie.

“Welcome to the Baratie. What can I offer you?” a monotone voice said.

“Shitty old man, you better save me the best table for two you have!” Sanji said happily.

“That lady finally settled for you? I pity her” the voice responded, with a laugh. If Sanji didn’t know Zeff like he did, he may have thought he was insulting him, but he knew that deep down he was smiling. He knew that he was proud.

“I will need you to prepare the most romantic ambiance you can. Don’t skim on it! After all, it’s not every day when your little eggplant gets to declare to the love of his life.”

“Actually, it is! You have been swooning over her the moment she walked in the first place. But don’t worry, we’ve got it all covered here, son. Now, what should we put on the menu?”

“Nami-san’s favorite dishes, of course. I lend you a list the last time, you should have it on the kitchen. Also, I need a fruit salad to be the final dish. It’s a tradition.”

When Sanji told her he had booked up a reservation in the Baratie, and that everything was set up for dinner, Nami felt confused. She didn’t remember having agreed on going to dinner that soon again. However, she didn’t complain. The Baratie meant free exquisite food and a big smile on Sanji’s face, and even if she wouldn’t admit it, she couldn’t say no to that happiness he radiated when he walked in that restaurant. She guessed it would happen the same with her and Cocoyashi, right? And they were here a whole lot more than in there, so it wasn’t fair.

Nami’s concern grew stronger the closer they got to the floating restaurant. They took a little ship, as always, but when Nami grabbed the helm, Sanji didn’t even mutter something about doing it himself, like he usually did. He seemed off. Was something wrong? She couldn’t help but worry, although his expression wasn’t tense at  all. Maybe he had something important to discuss with Zeff? Whatever it was, she didn’t feel like interfering. After all, he never did it when she was talking with her sister, and she appreciated that. That allowed them to have conversations like the last one… Her face turned red while thinking about it. How embarrassing would it have been? She almost admitted she liked him! Nami tugged her dress. Her sister convinced her to wear it just in case it was a date, and she ended up doing what she said. Of course it wasn’t a date, but if it was, she admitted she wouldn’t have said no. And that was enough for her sister to swing around the house like crazy, apparently.

Finally, they arrived to the Baratie. Sanji took her hand and drove her headfirst. He had been practicing his speech in his head during the run, but he couldn’t remember a single word now. He breathed heavily, trying not to panic.

“You can do this” he whispered to himself.

“Do what?” Nami asked him. He always forgot her sensitive hearing, didn’t he? Luckily, Zeff welcomed her and lead her to their table. Sanji had to admit the work was impeccable, and Nami’s smile was so wide he almost felt his heart melting. God, that woman could really bring him down without even muttering a single word.

“What is this?” Nami asked Zeff, her eyes examining every slight change of the restaurant. “It’s not Valentine’s Day, is it?”

She pointed at the table, filled with rose petals.

“Just sit down, miss” Zeff responded with a smile “Your meal will be served in a minute.”

Zeff gave a little tap in the shoulder to Sanji as he headed to the kitchen.  That was it. It was time.

“Sanji-kun…” Nami called his name, before he could say a word “What is going on? Is this because of Usopp?”

Usopp? Why would it be about Usopp? His face had to look like a puzzle, because Nami laughed and explained herself.

“It turns out our friend Usopp got engaged with her childhood crush just a few hours ago. I thought he told you.”

Usopp, engaged? Sanji couldn’t believe. Him, out of all people, the first one to get married! And there was him, who still couldn’t confess his feelings properly to the woman she loved, even though she was standing right next to him.

“No” he managed to say “I didn’t know about Usopp, and this is definitively not about him. This is all because of you. Listen, I… I don’t even know how to start to tell you how much you mean for me. You’re gorgeous, you’re witty, you’re everything I try to tell you when you roll your eyes; but you tend to ignore me, and don’t get me wrong, because I know I can be a little annoying, but that’s just my way to be perseverant. Because I do know one thing: You don’t give up on the things you love. And I’ve never loved anyone as much I love you.”

Nami opened her mouth to speak, but Sanji kept going.

“And I guess I never thought I actually had a chance with you, so I stuck with our friendship. I thought that would be enough, because it was the only thing I aspired to. But then… And please don’t get to angry at me right now because I know Zeff is probably looking at us and I don’t want him to see it, but I kind of heard a piece of conversation you had with your sister, so I’m sorry for that. But I can’t apologize for what I heard, because it made me feel like the luckiest man alive. I guess what I’m trying to say is… Will you share your life with me for the next ten lifetimes?”

After his speech, Nami was a complete mess. She felt angry because she spied on them, she was also embarrassed for what he heard, but she was… Happy. Like, extremely happy. And relieved. Since he asked her out, now she didn’t have to do it herself.

“I think I can handle that” Nami responded, grabbing him by the tie and pushing him closer to her. She was so close she could feel his heart beating really fast, his heavy breathing right next to hers. She saw excitement in his eyes, and she stepped even closer. So close their lips were almost touching. But she decided that wasn’t close enough, so she kissed him. It was slow but passionate for her, and simply perfect for him.

“So how much is it to share our lifes for not one, but ten lifetimes?” she asked when they distanced.

“Just as much as you want it to be” he said, stepping closer once again.

Ohmygod I can’t believe this series is finally over. Part 4 was longer than I expected, but I hope I didn’t dissapoint you. I’m gonna miss these two like crazy, so I’ll probably start another fic right away.

Thank you for the lovely comments throughout this project, and of course, for reading it! ♥

Home (Part 4) // Stiles Stilinski

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6 (FINAL)

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Stiles x reader
Word Count: 2,880
Warnings: hella angst, cursing
Request from @a-queen-is-better-than-king:  “Hi could you do an imagine where the reader is Deucalion’s daughter and she leaves with him but returns to beacon hills. And she goes to see stile but it’s not really him it’s the nogitsuni. And since he was to feel pain he breaks her heart and tries to make her loose control please and thank you”

A/N: Well, I’m back I guess! It’s almost been a week so that’s good enough haha. Requests will still remain closed because I still have quite a lot to write, but I’ll continue working on them again :) There should be one or two more parts to this series and it will sadly be completed :( Hope you enjoy nonetheless!

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One last thing, I think… Trespasser shouldn’t have been an ending DLC the way it was. I think if the game had ended with the scene on the balcony with the Inquisitor and a potential LI I would have been 100% content to carry on with a new protagonist. Even with the post-credits scene and Solas big reveal - it would have meant “okay, Solas is somewhere else now fucking things up, not my problem anymore”. They could have included the Inquisitor losing their arm in the next game in some way, be it a rumor or by having them appear themselves and say “yeah, that thing was killing me, I had to get rid of it”. Not very elegant, probably, but it would have been an option. They could have also let them show up and tell the new protagonist about Solas, eventually leading them in the direction to go after him, and then get rid of the anchor.

But instead they wrapped it up in the DLC - which was, I have to admit, an amazing experience, with some flaws, sure, but overall it was one of the most emotional parts of the whole series for me. But alright, they could have let it end there, with the scene where you either keep or disband the Inquisition, add an ending slide for the Inquisitor and the companions, and leave it at that.

But no. Teasing and hinting that we’re still not done with this story in yet another additional scene, the (former) leaders of the Inquisition all together where the journey started, getting ready to finish what they started. They can’t drop something like that. It would make, in my eyes, no sense to replace the character who is the driving force behind all their efforts. Let the Inquisitor be an advisor if not the next protag maybe, but that’s going to be difficult if not impossible with a character that could have such a varied personality compared to Hawke (and as I mentioned before, even Hawke with their set background and somewhat set personality, wasn’t done that well to repeat it). 


Okay, rant over, I really need some fluff now xD


I’d absolutely love it if you could write something where Harry finds out his girl faked an orgasm and they have a seriously over-the-top angsty fight about it, then they make up eventually and Harry makes sure she’s plenty satisfied

I’m kind of bad at writing really angsty fights so I toned it down a bit. But the story is still there!


“You faked it?!?”

You sat up quickly and shoved your hand over your friend’s mouth.

“Shhh!! Will you keep it down? The last thing I want is for Harry to find out.”

Your friend nodded and you removed your hand. She leaned in a bit closer and lowered her voice.

“How many times?”

“Just the once,” you shrugged, “I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.”

“I thought you were always bragging about how Harry got you off every single time? Like, more than once? What happened?”

“I don’t know. He was tired – maybe I was a bit tired and preoccupied as well – it was pretty late at night as well. It’s not that he wasn’t turning me on it was just…I dunno…I couldn’t get there.”

“I think you should tell him,” you friend continued, “it’s better than feeling guilty about it until you finally snap and admit it at the worst time you possibly could.”

You sighed, leaning your head on your hand and taking a sip of your drink.

“It’s gonna hurt his ego.”

“Of course it will. He’s a guy and he wasn’t able to satisfy his girlfriend. But I promise, telling him the truth now will be so much better than later. At least then he’ll know that you care enough about him to be honest, even if it wasn’t right away. How long ago was this?”

“Last week.”

“I think you’ll be okay then. It’s not like it was last year.”

You knew she was right in what she was saying, but this was the first time in your relationship with Harry where you were absolutely terrified to tell him the truth. Normally, being honest with him was a given. You never lied to each other and, if one of you do something to bother the other, you were outright about it almost instantly. There was a mutual respect and enough love between you that these things hadn’t been an issue.

Until now.

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