okay wow i need to stop and go to sleep

Over and Over Again

Anonymous Requested: We broke up but no one makes coffee the way you do and I really need a cup so can I come over? 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff 
Word Count: 3,520


It starts with one hazy winter morning and a single phone call.

You’ve always been a relatively light sleeper, a trait of your life you’ve always secretly hated because it’s always stopped you from getting through the night peacefully, but this time it’s a part of yourself you just want to fling off a cliff and curse to the heavens and back. Who on earth would even bother trying to call you at a time like—!

“What the fuck?” You let out in a groan, voice husky from sleep as your hand blindly reaches across to the nightstand, fingers dragging along the surface to try and feel for your phone. Your head is swimming with the abruptness of early morning, the neurons in your brain going at a rapid pace in hasty attempts to right yourself up for the new day. “What time is it…?”

Somehow, your fingers manage to clasp around the rectangular object that is your phone, and you peel an eye open long enough to catch the bright green numbers on your digital clock. The fact that the sun hasn’t even risen over the horizon should be warning bell number 1 that whoever is calling you definitely doesn’t deserve a reply if they’re going to interrupt what little sleep you already get, but you think you would much rather give this person a piece of your mind as—!

You don’t even bother trying to read the fine print of the caller ID before you tug the phone from the charging unit, rolling onto your stomach and—“What?”

“Oh, sorry, is this a bad time?”

The arm that isn’t propped up to keep the phone to your ear straightens like a board, driving you off the bed, the warmth of the covers long forgotten as your heart immediately sets on going into overdrive as it courses through your body. The feelings are almost vague, foreign, nearly forgotten, yet something so nostalgic that your heart already knows the answer before your mind could conjure up a question.


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since the entire fandom agrees that clizzy is in fact canon, i wrote a 4 times but 1 fic in which the shadowhunters think clizzy is canon but its not (but it is)

Of course you’re dating, she’s your girlfriend (on AO3)

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“This is ridiculous.” Snapped Izzy, glaring daggers at the tree in front of her, like its mere existence offended her.

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aessire  asked:

[whispers] Can I request the writer AU for Nalu- //I mean, it's not even an AU, but IT SEEMS CUTE //okay, I'll go-


Prompt: I’m a writer and when it gets close to my deadlines I neglect taking care of myself so you’ll pop in my house every so often to make sure I’m doing okay.

Rating: T 

Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Mirajane Strauss, Happy

Lucy hated to be rushed, she despised the pressure. Which is why the woman liked finishing her work early. She had recently been hired again for Sorcerer Weekly, which she figured would interfere with her usual guild life, but decided not to worry about the issue. Jason had given her a new position; all she had to do was write about the missions with her destructive friends. The people who read her first stories found it greatly amusing and endearing, so it became her exclusive practice. 

Unfortunately for Lucy, Team Natsu’s latest job had taken much longer than she expected. It took them three hours to track down all of last month’s bank robbers, but it took them a full three days to find an elderly woman who had been missing?! They truly were a hopeless bunch. She recently returned from said job only a few minutes ago, and all the blonde wanted to do was sleep. But, looking at the clock, she noticed she had eight hours to write the centerfold story that appeared only once a month. Lucy knew the story had to be flawless, considering she was a perfectionist. Collapsing onto her soft bed, she let out a long sigh, and closed her eyes.

“I can’t write while I’m this tired, but I’m going to have to learn real fast or I’m in deep shit. Think, Lucy.” 

Maybe you can ask for help! … No. My friends are just as tired. I can’t do that. What I really need is some coffee.

 She began to sit up, but immediately regretted the decision when her head collided with another. Quickly opening her eyes while groaning in pain, she wasn’t surprised to see Natsu leaning over her bed.

“Whoops! Sorry, Luce! Maybe you shouldn’t get up so suddenly”, he laughed.

“Why were you leaning over me in the first place?! Weirdo…” Lucy rolled her eyes, pushing him to the side so she could stand.

“I was just wondering if you were feeling okay, you know, it was a long mission. You should sleep, you’ve got those dark circles under your eyes.” He watched as she pulled the coffee grinds from her pantry. 

Lucy let out the best laugh that she could muster. “Nah, I’m fine! I have a lot of work to do though, so would you mind getting out?”

“Wow. Rude.” Natsu sulked as he climbed to the sill of her window. Lucy continued making her coffee, completely used to his strange exits.

He stopped before jumping out. “Lemme know if you need anything, okay?” He yawned, it was obvious the trip had an effect on him as well. 

She smiled in his direction. “Thanks. But I really am fine.” After a short pause, he leaped out of the window, and proceeded to the guild hall. 

The man’s blue cat greeted him at the entrance to the hall. “What took you so long? I want to go home and sleep~” It was close to one a.m, and the only person in the building was Mira, cleaning up after a surprisingly short night.

“Sorry, Happy. One sec.” Natsu walked over to the S-Class mage.

“Hey Natsu! Is there something I can help you with? Oh, how was the job? You guys were gone for longer than usual.” Mira smiled, always sincerely interested in her guild member’s lives.

“I’d rather not talk about that ridiculous old hag”, Natsu sweat-dropped. “I was wondering. When does that issue of Sorcerer Weekly come out again, the one where Lucy’s story is in it sometimes?”

“Tomorrow I believe. Why so curious?” She asked.

“I don’t think she has anything written yet…And I know how she gets when she writes. Once she starts, she doesn’t stop until it reaches what she calls ‘Celestial Standards’.”

“Oh dear. She really shouldn’t overwork herself, she’s already been working for three days straight!” Mira put away the last glass.

“I’ll keep in check with her. No worries, Mira!” Natsu smiled.

“I’m not worried. She’ll be fine with you around.” She giggled and waved goodbye as she grabbed her coat and left.

Natsu looked around and noticed Happy had decided to go home without him. Come on…Well I guess he was really tired.

Natsu walked back to Lucy’s apartment, and peaked through her window. He saw she was at her desk, already hard at work. A cup of light-colored coffee stayed stationary in her left hand unless brought to her mouth. He heard her mutter under her breath. 

“Stupid fucking job. Why’d I even sign up for this. Why. Whyyyyy Lucy.” She banged her head against her desk, letting out a long wail.

Natsu couldn’t help but laugh, but feel bad for her all the same. She hadn’t taken a break in weeks from jobs and her writing. A frown formed on his face. If she wasn’t happy then why was she doing this?

He turned his eyes back to her, and saw she was already writing a million miles per minute, a fiery look in her eyes. He even saw her smile for a moment.

She loved to write. Writing was her somewhat benign disease for which there was no cure. Natsu settled on the sill of the open window, Lucy oblivious to his abnormally quiet presence. He continued to watch her process for an hour or two more, before Lucy seemed to hit a wall. She threw her pen across the room, an agitated yell soon followed. And then the tears. Natsu couldn’t stand to see her cry, so he made himself known, jumping into her room, and grabbing the tissues by her bed.

Lucy started, but immediately relaxed after seeing him. He held out a tissue, and she took is with a wavering hand. After sniffling, she blew her nose.

He took her hand at sat her down on her bed. “Let me at least help you out. I’m not really that smart, but I can try to help you get past your block!”

She sighed, and knew he wasn’t going away. She was secretly relieved for his company and help offering. She pulled him down to sit next to her. “I’m sure you’re plenty smart, Natsu, and…I could use some help.”

They spent the next few hours bouncing ideas off of each other. For a few minutes they laid in her bed, and laughed about their regretted mission, then she would get up and write some more. By around eight a.m, one hour before she had to turn the piece in, she finished. 

Natsu watched as she put her pen slowly back into the ink. She stared at the words for what seemed like an eternity but was probably only two minutes. She spoke two words. “Celestial Standards.” 

Natsu smiled, and picked up the papers. “Truly incredible, Luce! I’ll take care of turning this in, you get some rest, okay?”

“But you haven’t slept either! I’ll go to turn it in.” She moved to grab the papers from Natsu’s hand. Her movements were lethargic and her voice sounded slurred from lack of sleep. Natsu shook his head, sweeping the papers towards him. 


Lucy tried to stand up, but almost immediately slumped to the floor, her eyes slowly slipping shut. “Damn you, Dragneel…”

Setting the papers down for a moment, he picked the woman up and laid her on the pink bed. “Take a break, jeez.”

Gathering the papers, he noticed an extra paragraph at the end that he didn’t recall Lucy talking about. 

My team means everything to me. If they were to disappear again…I don’t know what I would do. They are my everything. In fact, one of them helped me write this. This is dedicated to him. For always looking out for me, for being by my side. For being my best friend, forever. P.S: But maybe if you hadn’t been screaming “Old hag” instead of her real name, we would have found her more quickly. Just saying.

Natsu laughed out loud, looking back at the sleeping figure. 

“You really do make my life a different kind of interesting, Luce.”