It was the bitter cold nipping at his ears that caught Jungkook off guard as he made his way through the barren campus to class.

‘Ah, I definitely underdressed,’he quietly chided himself as the chilly winds tousled his hair around–  granted, that’s what he got for not checking the weather when he rolled out of bed a half an hour earlier. A cardigan was definitely not enough. It was surprisingly cold for what was supposed to be a spring morning– a steaming cup of hot coffee was the only thing to provide some sort of solace to his hands as he also forgot to wear gloves. Yet as much as he disliked the cold, he disliked morning classes even more. But alas, it was the only block of time he could fit in his schedule – the woes of being a double major.

And so, it was his rambling thoughts that accompanied him to class that morning. ‘I guess the only good thing about morning classes is how quiet it is, he mused as he opened the doors to the main building, finally reaching his destination. He always appreciated silence, as it was one of the rarer thing to come by these days. There was a strange sense of tranquility that the morning brought, only to be filled with the bustling chatter of college students as gradually filled up the streets to go to class as the day went on.

Upon entering the classroom, he took a preliminary scan of the seats. Much to his chagrin, a good chunk of the seats in the area that he usually sat had already been occupied by his fellow students.

Maybe getting coffee right before class was a mistake– especially considering that he woke up late.

Actually no, that was a silly thought. If he had to be honest to himself he hadn’t, he probably wouldn’t survive the morning without– the caffeinated drink was a necessity these days more than a want. Ah, but it was his own fault for staying up so late the prior night to begin with …

As he bantered back and forth with his conscience, his footsteps made way to the back row with fewer people where his eyes fell upon a young man clad in all black. But what Jungkook noticed was not the attire nor the presence of the other – rather, it was the drink sitting in front of the bespeckled young man.

It was from the very same cafe as the drink he had in his hand– one of his favorite spots. The cafe in question was one of the hidden gems he had found – not that many people knew about it as it was off campus. It was actually next to one of the dance studios he attended, but even that was a bit far from the college grounds. 

“Excuse me,” he addressed the raven haired male with an inquisitive smile, taking a small step forward as if to make his presence known in the least intrusive way possible. There was a brief pause as the eyes behind the pair of glasses met his own, “is this seat taken?” – First Meeting

// College!AU JK based off of @ask-architectyoongi‘s AU!  :D

Attempted some sort of character sheet and wrote a drabble based off of what could have been JK & Suga’s first time meeting????? I got a bit carried away with it sorry LOL/LOOKSAWAY >___>

A Señor Bun Drabble

Jack’s free weekends are rare, so he’d come up to Samwell even though Bitty has a test on Monday. It’s a quiet togetherness, Jack bringing him food and reminding him to take stretch breaks while he studies, but it’s nice. It’s well past Jack’s freakishly early bedtime now though, and a quiet snore pulls Bitty’s attention away from his book.

He looks over his shoulder and has to clap his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing, because there, curled up on his side on the bed, is his giant, NHL-player boyfriend clutching Bitty’s stuffed bunny to his chest.


You are the only exception and I’m on my way to believing.

(one year of DestielDrabblesDaily)

hoshsi  asked:

36 + Hoshi <3 please please I've been craving some hoshi !!!

words: 1,014

pairing: hoshi x reader.

genre: fluff with a twist, implied smut

summary: “I wish I could hate you”

↪ a/n: this is what happens when you binge watch Grey’s Anatomy and remember how great the show used to be.

Originally posted by visual-17

Your apartment was wrecked, your favorite house plant overturned from when your back was pushed up against the wall the night before. The smell of sex and Chinese food filled your senses when you came to, the beer bottles scattered around and your kitchen island covered with various clothing.

“Hosh,” you nipped his neck in order to wake him, his naked body covering yours as if you were preparing to duck in cover, his arm tightly wrapped around your waist as if you were to disappear from his sight.

“Baby please,” he whispered back as he gripped and played with one of your breast, causing you to squeal and causing his eyes to widen with excitement; no matter how many times he touched you he was still amazed at the affect he continued to have on you.

You pulled out of his embrace and grabbed the closest clothing near you, a bath robe, and made your way to find the rest of your clothes.  

“Do I really have to leave?” he responded as he watched you pull up your baby blue thong and a loose pair of sweats, your face covered in a white tank top while he admired your body glistening in the sunlight, he couldn’t help but run his fingers through his midnight black hair ruffled with memories of the night before,he loved where he was, your apartment floor would hurt his back but right now, watching you make your way around fascinated him, he never saw someone as ethereal as you were in this moment.

You chuckled as he whined to convince you to come back to him, his pleas for morning sex was like a little kid begging for a candy bar at the candy store, you couldn’t help but admire your work, his neck attacked with blooming roses, a souvenir from the escapades of love making, a token of your memory latched to his gorgeous tan skin. You didn’t look any better; your thighs sore from the talent of his tongue and tender areas around your chest to your neck filled with nips and tucks, if you thought you had done a great job sucking a hickey on him, he made a masterpiece.

“I told you I had a very important internship to start, believe me I don’t want to leave our sex infested bubble but we need to work Hosh,” you explained as you made your way back to the shirtless man; you smiled when he gripped your hips and pulled you close giving you one last kiss before he saw his way out.

“I’ll see you later!”

You just didn’t realize how soon you would see the man you were so sure that you knew.

You nearly dropped your coffee cup when you saw him talking to your boss, why was he here? You wanted to scream, this wasn’t at all what you meant when you shuffled him out of your apartment with a peck and watching his ass as he walked away and out the complex.

Dr. Kwon Soonyoung was officially trying to get you fired from your internship, he was an award winning brain surgeon in his field but when it came to life outside the operating room his brain doesn’t seem to function properly.

It really wasn’t your fault though, really.

It wasn’t like he intentionally walked into the same bar you were drowning your stress in and talked to you or led you back to the bar rest room and fucked you in the stall, he never told you what his job was and you never asked; all you knew is that he came back to escape some family drama and you were starting an internship at a local hospital.

That meeting at the bar turned into a full on friendship, dates were turned into study sessions and study sessions turned into anatomy lessons in many different places, moans and whines and whimpers becoming background noise to every single thing the two of you did.

You didn’t expect him to be your superior, you also didn’t expect him to be married, to the pediatric doctor you aspired to be, most of all? You were surprised how much you still loved him, despite the living hell you were currently in.

“Hoshi’s married?!” your best friend and fellow intern, Hansol exclaimed a look of disgust now covered his face, his eyebrows raised as if he were plotting his superiors demise.

“His wife is also working here, she’s hideous and from New York and when I say hideous I mean she’s the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my life” you mumbled as you slipped on your scrubs, the 48 hour internship still ongoing and you were preparing yourself for the night shift.

“Can I speak with you?” you felt goosebumps graze your skin when his lips made contact with your ear, you were doing your very best to avoid him at all costs, Dr. Kim was furious when he discovered his employees were bringing outside life into his hospital and you wanted to keep your job, you loved this job, this was all you knew.

“There’s nothing to talk about Soonyoung,” he winced at his name being used when he was being given the cold, deserving shoulder for he was used to you nearly in tears of ecstasy and moaning out in an airy voice when he continued to fuck you. You were addressing him like he was one of your charges, your tone scolding the grown man for his infidelity, your voice telling him to leave you the fuck alone, your voice completely showing him your defeat.  

“You happen to be married and you never mentioned anything about that and I feel like a fool and I really wish I could hate you”

You grabbed the medicine you were told to receive and made your way out of the supply room, leaving behind a man with so much baggage, one you didn’t think you couldn’t not love.

If only you stayed just a little bit longer to hear him mumble how he was separated from her and that he discovered her fucking his best friend, another surgeon, Seokmin, someone he considered family.

Pitch Drabble No. 1

Big meaty paws, was how Ginny sometimes thought of Mike’s hands. This usually came as a fleeting grumble in the too early morning when she lay trapped in his embrace - one paw nearly spanning her waist or chest; heavy, hot, and unyielding to her struggle to slip away, undetected, to the bathroom.

Most of the time, however, she was by turns reassured, enraptured, or awed by their strength and dexterity, and something else that came close to grace.

Crouched behind home plate, Mike’s hands were sharp and deliberate. His long right fingers giving silent voice to the connection that thrummed between them across more than 60 feet of grass and dirt.

On her body, those same hands were soft and rough, teasing and insistent; blazing a fire of sweet torture from Ginny’s head to her toes, leaving her limbs slack and her voice raw.

Sitting beside her in a hospital bed, Mike’s hands held their future, and trembled as he reached to lightly trace a tiny bow-shaped mouth he insisted was Ginny’s.

Big meaty paws, she thought, drifting to sleep. Safest place in the world.

Ok but after Krall and Yorktown, and after the Enterprise is finally back in space where she belongs, it’s like someone turned the lights on for Jim.

He hadn’t realised how much he had been hiding from himself until he saw the bursts of colours from the stars and nebulae they passed, until he was surrounded by his crew’s happy, excited faces, until the gold of his shirt finally looked like gold again, instead of just another shirt for another day.

But it wasn’t just those things Jim took a second glance at, it was Bones.

And God, he didn’t realise just how blind he’d been until he finally saw Bones.

He probably shouldn’t have been staring, no, he definitely shouldn’t have been staring; a crewman was bleeding out on the table after an away mission gone wrong, but he was safe in Bones’ medbay now so Jim isn’t feeling too guilty about stopping like a slack-jawed idiot.

Bones was tired, shouting, and covered in bodily fluids that Jim didn’t want to even try to identify, but fuck. He was the most beautiful thing Jim’s ever seen.

“What are you looking at? Don’t you go have to be obnoxious on the bridge like a good captain?” Bones snapped at him when he finally realised Jim was still there, but Jim didn’t take it too personally, if you wanted the best treatment, you saw Bones. If you wanted decent bedside manner, you saw literally anyone other than Bones.

“You’re beautiful.” It just slipped out of his mouth, rather loudly by the looks he got from the nurses, but Jim didn’t care.

“What? Oh for the love of– Jim we had the damn discussion about telling me when you hit your head.” Bones hands the crewman off to the nurse waiting at his side, who spares Jim a quick nod and a smile before turning to her patient, and the next thing in his vision is Bones’ angry face. “What did you do? Bang your head off a low cave roof again? For such a smart guy you can be pretty dumb. Concussions are dangerous, Jim. Even for Starfleet Captains.”

“I didn’t hurt my head, Bones. You’re just- You’re beautiful.” Jim knows he’s got a stupid smile on his face, and from the way Bones’ is scanning his head it’s obvious he does sound like someone that banged their head in a cave, but he doesn’t mind so much. He can finally see. “I didn’t notice before, but I do now, and you’re the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

Bones stops trying to scan him, instead just squinting his eyes at Jim with a peculiar expression on his face.

It takes a good few minutes before Bones seems to come to a conclusion, and that conclusion appears to be dragging a hand across his face and sighing loudly.

“You’re the best Captain Starfleet has to offer, and it’s taken you nearly a decade to realise you like me. We’re doomed.”

“Wait you knew?” Jim is confused, and from the way Bones sighs, it’s apparent he’s the only one. “How could you know if I didn’t?”

“Because I like you too, you damn space cowboy. Now get out my medbay, you’re an embarrassment and I don’t want to be seen with you.”

And just like that, he’s being spun around and shoved into the corridor, where Nyota is waiting for him.

“Captain, you’re needed on the bridge. What’s with your face?”

Jim was pretty sure the crew was meant to actually respect their Captain, but that was an argument for another day. “Did you know I liked Bones?”

Nyota sighs, scarily not unlike Bones, and turns to head to the turbolift. “He finally told you? Thank God. Now can we go to the bridge?”

“Nyota, I am very, very confused.”

“You have date nights every Thursday, Captain. I don’t know how you didn’t know, but you and McCoy are a thing. You have been for a while.”

So they stand there quietly in the turbolift for a few seconds, before the grin creeps back onto his face. Bones likes him. The man more beautiful than all the planets and stars Jim’s ever seen likes him.


Get Off My Lawn

Hey! I know it’s been a long time since I wrote and posted USUK, and I’m sorry to come up out of the blue like this, but I heard it was @emeraldscetch  ‘s birthday today so I figured I’d write a little something to give as a present! 

I wrote this yesterday based on a cliché thought that came to me, and had scribbled this out without the intention of posting. When I came to know it was Em’s birthday, I was determined to flesh this out with the help of @empressvegah (thank you thank you thank you so much) and post this to appreciate the friendship she’s given me! Happy birthday Em! You’re a great artist (both makeup and fanart) and an amazing person! I hope you get everything you wanted and then some. (And I hope you like this little gift)

“Old man, huh?”

“Yeah, he just moved in.” The kid nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. Ethan was his name, a tiny alpha that took after his father. No doubt he’d grow up to be only the supremest of alphas and suppress every emotion that wasn’t rough aggressive lust, but as of now, Ethan looked scared, and the innocence put a small smile on Alfred’s lips. “Nobody goes there. Once the ball’s on that lawn, we ain’t gettin’ it back.”

Alfred let his hand ruffle the little alpha’s sweat-damp hair as he glanced over at the place in question, a house pale in comparison to the ones around it. Bland walls, primly-cut grass, and not one flag adorning the porch- It was an astonishment, really. Especially in a neighborhood like theirs where patriotism upon lawns was something of an unspoken competition.

The pruned, almost plastic-perfect rose bushes framing the front yard were the only signs of a human inhabitant.

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valentine’s day fluffy drabble - part of my ‘zayn as a beauty vlogger’ ‘verse. featuring gender fluid zayn/veronica and harry the adorable boyfriend. note: this is not intended to portray the only way for a person to be nonbinary or genderfluid- this is simply one interpretation. this drabble is told from veronica’s perspective.

BEFORE ANYONE ASKS: i don’t know, okay? this just… happened today.

It’s almost perfect but there’s something still wrong with the lighting. Since moving to her new flat in Norwalk, Veronica’s never been able to completely figure out the complicated overhead ceiling lights. She’s lucked into getting the perfect levels before but tonight, her luck seems to have run out.

It’s no big deal- there wasn’t really a video planned for tonight so her viewers aren’t going to be as critical as if it were one of her makeup tutorials. A quick update has more room for error.

“Hey, everyone,” she says into the camera, shifting so her shadow doesn’t block her features. Her hair tonight is long and curly like a Disney princess and her makeup is still mostly flawless even after a long evening. She catches sight of a bit of color outside of her lip lines and she wipes it away with another quick look to the viewer to check. “Just wanted to post a quick update.”

“I know it’s usually annoying when people come on YouTube and gush about their S.O.’s around Valentine’s Day- how many posts do we have to see, really?- but I think I’m becoming one of those people.”

Veronica ducks her head for a second, catching herself speaking too quickly to be understood. Her Northern accent is a bit hard for people to follow, especially when she doesn’t enunciate, so she forces a breath and calms down. She casts a glance at the camera again, knowing her lashes are perfectly done up tonight and that it will translate to the camera well enough.

Can’t take the beauty blogger out of the girl.

“You guys have heard me talk about Harry,” she says carefully. “He’s… he’s really, really great. He had this grand idea of a Valentine’s Day date but it kind of went terribly?” she laughs. “I don’t know how he managed to do it, but he failed harder than I’ve ever heard of and it was pretty perfect because of that.”

“So, first off, he told me to be ready at five for our evening but he forgot he had to help a relative with their own VDay surprise until the last second so he calls me at four forty-five to let me know he’s moving it back an hour. He had the most panicked tone, too, like I was going to call it off right then and there. I didn’t mind, of course, because I’m a terrible procrastinator and had only just started getting ready. I got to take it slower and take my time- getting my hair just right, do you guys like it tonight?”

Veronica pauses again, tilting her head so the lights show off the different shades in her hair piece. It’s her most expensive one and her least favorite, if she’s honest, just because of the work associated with it. But she will never deny how pretty it is.

“I like it. Anyway, so we lost our reservation at the restaurant Harry had picked out- he won’t tell me which one it was but I’m sure it was ridiculous and we both would have been uncomfortable anyway. So we ended up going to a Chili’s, instead which- let me tell you a secret: you don’t need a fancy, prissy dinner with waitstaff in tuxes or anything ridiculous like that. Your everyday chain restaurant like Chili’s is going to be perfect- you’re comfortable already in the environment, you already know the food is good and they don’t give those tiny plate things, and it’s got the same Valentine’s Day ambiance and décor. It’s a hundred times better than any fancy place and probably half the price, too.”

Veronica sighs, irritated. “Not that Harry let me pay or even see the check. I tried to swipe my card on the kiosk- I know how much his gigs have been paying him lately- but he wrestled it away from me. Almost knocked our drinks over but he managed to keep his gangly limbs in check long enough.”

“After dinner- I had the Cajun chicken pasta but I skipped the garlic bread because I didn’t want to have bad breath, I knew I’d regret it,” she says, flipping her hair over her shoulder and shifting on her bed. “After dinner, we got back to his car and he gave me flowers and a box of chocolates he’d forgotten about. The flowers are a little wilted-“ she reaches out to pan the camera and show the slightly sad display on her nightstand behind her- “but they’re still lovely. The chocolate, on the other hand…” she laughs, bringing her hand to her mouth to keep the sound quiet. “Chocolate and black cars in LA don’t really mesh. They were almost completely melted and, I went to try one anyway because Harry had his disappointed puppy dog expression on, but I dropped it because it was so soft and it stained my dress.”

“Harry was so mad- at himself, not me obviously- and promised to have it dry cleaned. But I’m hoping you guys will have some suggestions. If not, I’ll search around on Google and figure out a secret. Not paying to have it cleaned when I can do it myself, right?”

“So my dress is- the stain is huge,” she holds up her hands, demonstrating the apple-sized stain now on the thigh of her dress. “And this is a really sexy dress, too. Puts my chicken legs all on display, gives Harry something to look at, the whole nine yards. But now it has a stain that, quite frankly, looks like poo.”

“He had planned on taking me out for drinks and dancing but I didn’t want to go with my dress looking like that and it wouldn’t make sense to come all the way back home here and change when we were already downtown. So we went driving around for a bit- I tried convincing him to just call it a night and chill together at home, but he was determined to have a night out.”

Veronica grins, waving her hands again. “He’s ridiculous. Finally, I told him to find a shop where I could buy something else to wear. We were right by a mall so we ran in- twenty minutes before close. The shop associates probably hated us but I’m pretty lucky because I found a pair of jeans I already know I like and a cardigan. I just dressed in the changing room and paid from the tags, keeping my slip on and putting the sweater over it. I think it looked pretty cute, if not so dressy. Harry got a few pictures of us in the before outfits and then in mine after. I’ll put those on Insta if he hasn’t already.”

“Make sure you guys are following both of us anyway,” she says, pointing to the corner of the screen. She’ll put a “SHAMELESS SELF-PROMO” dialogue box up later with links to their Instagram accounts. It didn’t used to be so easy to put plugs in like that, but a couple years of practice has made it more normal to do and now there’s almost no hesitation to remind viewers to follow the other social media accounts tying back to the uploaded videos. “I’m always popping up in Harry’s photos and half of the pics on my personal one, here,” she says, pointing to the opposite corner, “are of the two of us also. Forgive my boyfriend’s black and white aesthetic,” she smiles at the camera. “He thinks he’s pretty cool. I haven’t had the heart to tell him the truth.”

“Heeeeeyyyyyyyy,” she hears from behind her.

Veronica turns around, smiling over her shoulder at Harry where he’s stood in the doorway in just a towel, drops of water dripping from his long curls to his chest. She winks at him before turning back.

“Harry’s here,” she says with a sly grin. “He took us to the club after all but ended up spilling a whole tray of shots down his shirt. Came to mine to shower.” She pauses, ignoring the flush she feels on her face. “Think I’m going to go now, actually. Just wanted to pop in for a quick update of my day. Hope you all had a great Valentine’s Day like I did, even if you just treated it like a regular Tuesday. Be safe, be sweet and be strong,” she says, blowing a quick kiss at the camera before pulling a silly face and reaching to turn it off.

The mattress bounces as Harry settles in next to her. “You didn’t really mean what you said about me not being cool, right?” he asks, kissing her shoulder where her tank leaves some skin bare. “I’m pretty cool.”

“You’re the coolest,” Veronica assures him, grinning and turning her head to kiss his pouty mouth.

“Come convince me of that,” Harry murmurs against her lips, one hand slipping down her arm and trying to link their fingers together.

“I gotta edit the video, babe,” she protests, pulling away and laughing when Harry whines. “C’mon.”

You c’mon,” he returns. “Edit it in the morning.”

“Doesn’t make sense to post a Valentine’s night update the next morning,” she reasons. “It’ll take me ten minutes.”

“It’ll take an hour because you’re a perfectionist and by then I won’t be horny at all.”

“That’s a bit of a falsehood.”

“A bit,” Harry allows. He settles back against the pillows behind her for a moment while she opens her editing apps and sets about cutting any parts she thinks are too awkward. “I’m a little hungry still,” Harry says a few minutes later. “I can go whip up something if you’ve got anything in.”

“Just went to the store yesterday,” she says. Harry shifts off of the bed, tugging on a pair of boxer briefs and discarding his towel in the hamper. “Harry,” she calls before he heads out of the room.

“Yeah?” he asks, turning and walking closer to her.

Veronica tilts her head back for a kiss, smiling softly against Harry’s lips. “Tonight was amazing. I’ve never enjoyed anything more.”

“Tonight was a disaster and now your viewers will all know.”

“It was not. Thank you, honestly. You’re good to me.”

Harry brushes her cheek with his palm, cupping her face and tilting her head back for another kiss, which she gives up easily. “You’re good, period.”

“I might be more Zayn when you come back,” she lets him know. “Feeling middle-ish right now.” She doesn’t always know the words to say but Harry always seems to understand- or, he asks the right questions when he doesn’t. Or says the right things.

“I love you always,” Harry assures, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Six months ago, she wouldn’t have believed someone saying that. Not because she didn’t know she deserved it- of course she knew- but just because it was one of those statements that carried a lot of weight with it and sounded cliché if not said with care. But one thing Harry has always shown- whether it’s to Veronica or Zayn or any of their in-between days- is the utmost amount of care.

“I love you,” she says. “So much that I’m going to get this done in ten minutes- I mean it,” she interjects when Harry looks doubtful, “and then I’m going to come help you in the kitchen.”

“I’m timing it.”

Veronica rolls her eyes. “You do that, babe.”

Quill - Jinyoung (Day 25/100)

You can find my post explaining the 100 Day Drabble Challenge here

To read the other drabbles in my drabble challenge, click here

Prompt: Quill
Member: Jinyoung x Reader
AU: War!AU

Word Count: 465

You set your quill down and breathed out a long groan. Your writing was nowhere near as eloquent as Jinyoung’s and you debated tearing up you letter and starting over. There were already ink stain across the letter and it seemed too messy to send.

You stood up, picking up the letter Jinyoung sent you and walking over to the fireplace. You sat down on the velvety red couch and put your feet up, leaning back and sinking deep into the soft armchair. You opened Jinyoung’s letter for what seemed like the hundredth time and sighed happily as you read it.

My love, I hope this letter finds you well. I know that it is not safe to keep correspondence like this, but I cannot help myself. My heart aches at the thought of not having you in my arms, and although it is but letters on a page, I find comfort in knowing that my love may still reach you yet.

We are set to begin the fighting tomorrow. Most of the soldiers are tired and wish to make peace, but the commander insists we go to war with them. I still do not understand why we are being asked to lay down our lives here and now. These people are peaceful and mean us no harm. Why must the cruelty of men be as it is?

I only wish to be back at home with you as I intend to do once this war is at its end. I still remember the way the sunrise sparkled in your eyes the day we parted. I could have sworn you were an angel had I not known of the events that had taken place the night before. And yet somehow, you were more beautiful in that moment than ever before.

My only solace in this is that you are far away and safe from any harm. I will do what I can to protect you and the others at home. Know that my heart is with you, my darling, no matter what may occur here on the battlefield.

It always has been and it always will be.

With all the love in the world, Jinyoung

You felt your heart flutter at his words and your cheeks became pink. How he had managed to craft something so beautiful and elegant in the midst of where he was you would never know.

You walked back over to the desk and sat down. Picking up your quill once more, you began the third draft of your letter. You were convinced that there had to be a way to prove to him through words that you loved him as much as he did.

And you were going to make sure he knew it.

late night studies.

1,912 words | fluff; warnings: language.
roommates au + lee jooheon

a/n: this idea came to me when i was thinking of an old drabble i wrote for haikyuu!! heh, i hope this was ok!

Originally posted by mybabyoppa

There’s only one rule to life: Never piss Yoo Kihyun off.

Let’s repeat that once more. Never piss Yoo Kihyun, the pink-haired bastard -ahem- hamster off. Especially if you want to get one measly thing like the desired roommate.

Rule #2: Always make sure there’s water in the ramen before you ever shove into the microwave.

Because somehow, unbeknownst to you, Jooheon managed to do both things though the former still remains to be the biggest mystery. You try not to ask why, not that it bothers you as much as you figured it would’ve in the first place. It’s been working out, living with him though he has his moments where you’re not sure what to say or even do. Not out of genuine, heart-clenching fear, but the kind of heart-clenching fear that leaves you in not only wonder but restlessness.

Lee Jooheon’s quite attractive, you’ll admit. He looks pretty terrifying when he has a set jaw and an unreadable expression washed over his features, but the majority of the time you’ve seen him donning a shower cap (he made you promise to say nothing of it), a smile curved on his lips, and dammit, his proximity a lot closer than you ever anticipate. You actually kind of miss the time when he avoided you for a day and a half straight after catching him with a loofah and a very familiar tune to “What Makes You Beautiful” playing in the background though (again) you’re sworn to secrecy that this event never makes it out of the apartment ever. Regardless, it’s all too undeniable that you enjoy your time with your newfound roommate, even find yourself awaiting a new day, wondering what sight you’ll see then.

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emilysnorman  asked:


“Hey Julie” by Fountains of Wayne - “Filling up my mind”

Daryl thinks that he must be coming down with something. The viral disaster at the prison is long past, but that doesn’t mean it can’t resurface. Even the flu or the common cold could be deadly in this world.

But he isn’t so much worried about the prognosis as he is the symptoms. Sweaty palms, hot flashes, a pounding heart beat and a throat so swollen he can’t find it in himself to breathe.

He must have caught it from Beth. It happens sometimes when he thinks of her but when he’s around her it’s worse, so it must be that. Doesn’t matter that she doesn’t seem to be sharing the symptoms. She’s as pleasant as ever—warm, even, especially when he comes to see Judith. She has Judith most of the time so seeing Judith usually means seeing her and she never seems to be suffering like he is.

It isn’t suffering, not really, not compared to all he’s been through, what they’ve all been through—but somehow at the same time it’s worse, because the one person he could blame it on he… can’t. Won’t. Can’t. He doesn’t know. When he tries to get mad at her and ask what the fuck she thinks she’s doing to him she smiles and he forgets to be angry because there go the hot flashes up and down his neck again and his hands get to sweating and it isn’t until he’s back in his cell that he remembers why he was supposed to be angry in the first place.

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PROMPT: Imagine if at 18 you got a tattoo with the name of your soulmate True Love.

Apparently I’m in my soulmate phase, so here. Have an old drabble!

The morning of her eighteenth birthday, Emma locked herself in a dressing room.

Undressing in search of a name that could have formed overnight was so childish of her; she had to be stronger, she had to be a grown-up.

That was something you do with your parents, not alone in a shop after you served eleven months in prison.

What if she found Neal’s name? Or worse, what if she didn’t find any name at all?

“Where’s your tattoo?” she had asked him after their first time.

Neal had waved his hand to dismiss the question. “Never got one.”

She sighed in relief when she read the name Killian written in an elegant and old-fashioned writing. Then she really thought about it: how the hell was she suppose to find someone named Killian?

She stopped complaining ten years after that, when she found David in Storybrooke’s woods, still unconscious, and noticed Snow White was written in his wrist.

It could have been worse.

An old drabble written when Megan & I were talking about a Frat AU 🌟



He blinks his eyes open reluctantly as he wakes, immediately groaning at the obnoxiously loud pounding in his head and the lingering taste of alcohol over his tastebuds, his throat dry.

The light momentarily blinds him as he squints into the morning sunlight fading a soft tangerine into his room and for a second he regrets the amount of alcohol he consumed last night, until he remembers how Liam slept next to him with an arm hanging loosely over his waist. How he giggled at Liam tripping over his own feet as they staggered upstairs, the pout of Liam’s bottom lip that followed and the soft undertones of Liam humming under his breath as they brushed their teeth.

He faintly remembers Liam brushing a gentle kiss to the back of his neck as he’d protectively curled himself around Zayn, fingers tickling over his stomach beneath one of Liam’s hoodies he’d thrown on before he passed out.

Zayn’s content smile fades when he realises that there isn’t a body beside him, the mattress bare and the sheets empty. He sighs, lying onto his back and dragging the duvet above his head; wishing that the thoughts wavering conflicted feelings through his mind would stop.

Reaching for his phone from outside of the safety cocoon he’s wrapped himself into, he lowers the brightness and opens a text from Louis.

‘Li is making you breakfast in bed, when are you 2 getting married???’

He responds with a simple ‘Fuck off’ but can’t help the smile easing over his lips as he pictures Liam fretting around the kitchen, the crease of his brow when he burns the toast and the roll of his eyes when Louis teases him from his seat at the breakfast bar.

He looks through the photos they took last night, mostly a bunch of silly selfies with Liam pouting kisses over his cheek and several of Zayn on Liam’s back that Harry took. He continues to scroll until he sees one he snapped of Liam and some girl that was at the party, his arm tangled around her waist and her body leaning into his.

He feels his stomach press butterflies against his ribcage, something sinking low in his chest as he remembers seeing Liam kiss her. Her tiny body sat in Liam’s lap, Liam’s hand on the small of her back as she grinned over his lips and dragged hands a little too roughly through his hair.

His thoughts are interrupted by Liam pushing into the room, a tray wobbling in his grip as he kicks the door shut behind him.

Zayn seems to forget all about the previous images in his mind because the crinkles smeared around Liam’s eyes replace the blurry memories, the softness of his lips as he smiles at Zayn and pads over to the bed.

“Mornin’, sleepyhead,” he mumbles with a bright smile, sliding the tray onto the mattress before crawling into bed and pulling the sheets up over his waist.

Zayn immediately reaches for the cup of tea brimming steam from the top of the mug, and falls in love with the way Liam knows exactly how he likes it; half a teaspoon of sugar and the precise amount of milk. He tries not to think about how Liam is the only person who knows how to make his tea and focuses on the bags tracing smudges of grey beneath Liam’s eyes.

“What’s it looking like downstairs?” Zayn asks, subconsciously shifting closer to Liam as his toes press over Zayn’s ankles.

Liam shrugs, chewing through a slice of toast before feeding Zayn the other half.

“Not too bad, Haz and Niall cleared most of it up last night,” Liam says, brushing crumbs onto his shirt before softly asking, “How’s your head?”

Zayn whines, sipping at his tea before placing it back onto the tray and leaning into Liam’s side.

“Shit,” he pouts, sighing. “I hate you for your ability to drink without getting hangovers.”

A smile brushes over Liam’s lips, eyes fond as he questions “Who would be here to take care of you the best morning?”

Zayn represses the butterflies swarming in his stomach, pushing back the three words rising in his throat.

He hums instead, lips over Liam’s neck.

“I saw you getting a bit cosy with a certain blonde last night,” he mumbles, trying to steady the waver in his voice as he hides his frown in the crook of Liam’s neck.

He briefly looks up at Liam from behind feathery eyelashes, long enough to see the wrinkle of Liam’s nose.

“I was a bit drunk,” he says softly, fingertips stroking over Zayn’s scalp. “Can’t even remember her name if I’m honest.”

It’s a little messed up that Zayn smiles at this, and how he cups Liam’s neck with gentle fingers to replace the grip the girl had on his skin last night.

“What about you, babes?” Liam wonders aloud, and then — “Any lad catch your eye?”

'Only one’ Zayn thinks, internally sighing.

He shakes his head, shrugging in Liam’s hold and blinking away the moisture clinging to his eyelashes from the tea.

anonymous asked:

For Drabbles: Jamie and Claire's first romantic kiss in a modern setting, while they are currently "friends".

Kind of a continuation from this old drabble.

The first time she’d kissed him didn’t count. It had been at another stupid work thing; she’d been drunk and mad at Frank.

She wasn’t drunk now and Jamie had told her how he felt. She wasn’t used to such openness and honesty––Frank wasn’t like that.

She couldn’t remember what she said but the disappointment and hurt on Jamie’s face were unforgettable.  

So when she stumbled on him in the office a short time later, she expected him to walk away.

Instead, he crossed to her and kissed her.

And Claire found herself kissing him back knowing this one counted.

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Old Love - Jinyoung

I never imagined to be in front of him again, but here I am, sitting face to face with our eyes glued to one another. We are in a room full of strangers passing by yet it feels so close and personal. It feels as if we are alone together and it’s dangerous because my mind is beginning to recall all the years that have gone by. I remember the bad ones and the good ones. I can easily and clearly see the disaster we caused one another. I can hear our screams and cries. Although a bit fuzzy, I can also see smiles and hear a bit of laughter.

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imperfectlychaotic/sleeplessmiles fic masterlist

(brotp week edition)

hey pals!!!!

it’s obviously been quite a while since i’ve regularly (or even semi-regularly) written aos fic – especially given that i was really churning it out back in the day – and as some of you old-timers might recall, i’ve always been incredibly into exploring (and inventing!!) platonic relationships in fic. so in honour of this week’s aos brotp week, i thought i’d compile a list of all my old platonic fics – drabbles and all!!!

(disclaimer: i’ve left any wardsimmons ones off the list here, because while they’re all platonic, it’s more of a bitter thing where they hate each other but are forced to work together. so, yeah. that’s a thing. you can find them on ao3/tumblr, but not on this post.)

so without further ado, from most recent to oldest, all of my platonic aos fics!!

maysimmons trainer/olympian au

so far away from safe and sound (i’ve lost control)

bobbifitz labcoat drabble

maysimmons discussing hive

SERIES: wilder mind (jemma befriends an alien wolf on maveth)

platonic fitzsimmorse: sick fs

maysimmons post-jem-getting-tortured

daisy kicking ass to ‘i need a hero’ (daisy + team)

and so say all of us. - bobbifitz celebrate jemma’s birthday when she’s in the space rock.

SERIES: anything for the crown aka heist au (all the ladies. also this is kind of super gay but there’s heaps of platonic too)

keeping empty beds elsewhere - MY PRIDE AND JOY. s2 - s3 hiatus, may + the bus kids take a roadtrip around australia and try to heal. (okay so there’s romantic fs too, but that’s more of an afterthought)

and the seconds just remain unchanged - jemmalance in space jail

SERIES: fast blood aka the inhuman jemma au (may, daisy & jemma)

jemmalance + jem hits him with her car

can you play me a memory? - maysimmons, post 2x17. the two bond over a piano.

jemmasteve + on the run together

maysimmons + angsty 2x16 au

jemmalance + angst, hunter has been injured

SERIES: 2b jemmalance

all aboard - may + fitzsimmons’ first meeting

your heart is a river that flows from your chest - maysimmons. may comforts jemma before she goes to hydra

SERIES: borders and horizon lines (maysimmons)

‘don’t put that thing up your nose’ - maysimmons. jemma gets accidentally high.

fly up to the surface and just start again - maysimmons. may helps jemma deal with her new fear of water.

wait ‘til you’re announced - callie hannigan & anne weaver when the academy falls.

we are the warriors who built this town - at jemma’s insistence, the girls celebrate galentine’s day.

leap. - post 2x10, jem & fitz find out about trip.

sister, don’t let go of us - fitzdaisy & fitzskimmons. honestly??? one of my faves. the three of them share a drink under the stars.

take a stand - skimmons, worst-case scenario aou spec.

shine a light - maysimmons. jemma picks up the berserker staff.

SERIES: peggy carter’s legacy (maysimmons, peggyjemma, jemmasteve)

we were nothing like the rest - maydaisy, may + bus kids. everyone helping daisy adjust to her powers.

and the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways - SKYEJEMMALANCE AKA MY BABY PURE OBSCURE PLATONIC SHIP. hunter chaperones their girls night out

you will hear thunder and remember me - fitzskimmons. skye has a panic attack when she newly has her powers, and fs help her through it. just the three kids banding together through their trip grief.

call this a drowning of the past - skyelance (+ skyejemmalance). daisy and lance compare scars.

(fragments of a) SERIES: maysimmons; jemma realises she was brainwashed at hydra.

maysimmons + dying - jemma ‘dies’

but the sun does shine in this place someday - aka THAT TIME I PREDICTED BOBBIFITZ LIKE TWO SEASONS BEFORE WE GOT IT. bobbi befriends fitz.

jemmalance + cat - back when we invented jemmalance before we ever even got a HINT of it. 

maysimmons + breaking the rules

maysimmons + dying - may lays dying.

teeny tiny jemmalance dialogue - only bc it’s one of the first jemmalance things ever????? #bless

fitzsimmons + mother nature

jemmalance share a drink - post 2x08. where the magic began.

haven’t you seen me sleepwalking? - platonic fs. post-2x05. jemma can’t sleep.

avocado’s constant - jem and fitz celebrate mole day, post-2x05.

closing walls and the ticking clocks - MY BABY. maysimmons, maynat. may and nat extract jemma from hydra in the nick of time.

jemmalance that i wrote before lance was even on the show???? all we had was a promo pic lmao those were the days

and i’m thinking i’d prefer not to be rescued - maysimmons. spec fic for jemma’s hydra arc.

oh, can you hear the sea calling? - my very first aos fic!!!! surprise surprise, it was maysimmons. set during the s1-s2 hiatus.

okay i THINK i’ve gotten them all. hope you enjoy reading/rereading, and please come let me know if you do????? i always love getting feedback, even if it’s on something dubious i wrote years and years ago. 

enjoy, and happy brotp/3 week!!!

He Tian x Mo Guan Shan Drabble Part 3

Here’s Part 1

Here’s Part 2

Returning to the booth, the look on his face must’ve been a dead giveaway.

“Yo… What’s wrong? Did you puke outside?”

No. But he probably would in about a minute.
There was no time to waste, though- he needed to leave now.

“Actually… I think I’m gonna head on home,” he said.

“Ah, good! Let me walk you–”

“No, no! No need! Right now I’m…kind of in the mood for…ah…running.”

His friend cocked an eyebrow. “…While drunk?”

“I’m nah drunk,” he said fishing for money to place on the table for his share of the tab. This was the best he could come up with in his condition. He was never a good liar anyway, so while drunk, he might as well been Pinocchio.

“Ah… Guan Shan, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

He knew that tone. He heard it whenever his friend was right about to slowly coax him into doing something, afraid he was too wasted (or stupid) to think on his own.

You know what’s not a good idea?? Staying right here like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
He didn’t have time for this shit.

“I’m fine. I’m leaving.”

That’s all his friend was able to get out as Guan Shan made for the door and hit the pavement running.

Oh yeah, let’s call the ogre that threatened to sew your mouth shut with steel wires!


Let’s just call up that fucker there and tell him what you reeeally think of him!


How could you ever possibly regret it?

Let’s just dial the most evil, sadistic bastard you know at- what- 12?

He glanced at his phone- the screen brightly showed the white numerals: 2:11


Great! He was in trouble with He Tian and his mother!
He began to slow down. His stamina wasn’t terrible, but nothing impressive either. Especially with a belly full of beer. He was probably far enough away from the bar anyway. He had to think… How was he getting home? The subways were closed at this time, so he’d definitely be needing a-

He saw a taxi coming around the corner intersection- his light red and available for a pick up! He shouted and held his arm out, repeatedly curling the fingers downward, only to see the red light immediately go out.


Why can’t these taxis ever remember to turn their damn lights off whenever they’ve got a passenger?! He shoved his hands in his pockets and continued walking towards Yishan Road. The taxi barely drove past him before screeching to a halt.

He paused and looked back. Perhaps, the passenger was getting out? He thought of walking back towards the taxi…until it reversed…and stopped right in front of him. The door opened and familiar figure silently slid out.

Instincts took over and he pivoted so quick he felt nauseous. The sound of sneakers hitting rapidly against the pavement towards the nearest intersection filled his ears. He thought they were his own until a talon-like hand with the fucking grip of God grabbed the back of his shirt– choking him –and threw him down on the sidewalk. It was so sudden that the whiplash jerked his head forward before the back of his skull came down on the pavement.

Pain spread like branches of lightning from the back to the front.
He was groaning and trying to find his bearings when his pants started scraping the concrete as he was dragged by his shirt towards the taxi. Disoriented from a toxic combination of pain and booze, a voice crawled into his ear:

“Missed me?”

And then lights out.