or rather being hugged and holding people's shoulders in return usually

Alarm Bells Ringing / Jeff Atkins

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The moment Jeff saw you making your way down the hall towards him, he knew something was wrong. He noticed straight away that the smile you offered him just before you reached him was not genuine. Though he became more concerned with you when you greeted him with a kiss.

You had been dating for almost six months and never had you once initiated a kiss so publicly-you much preferred to keep your relationship private. You were shy and hated attention, you even tended to shift away from your boyfriend when he tried to hold your hand around others so this abrupt change in behaviour definitely took him off guard. 

He froze as your lips met his.

It only lasted a few seconds and when you pulled away you couldn’t stop the small giggle that left you as you took in his expression. 

“You okay there?” you asked, amusement filling your features. 

Jeff snapped out of his daze and quickly shut his locker before addressing you so you could have his full attention, “Should I be asking you that?” he countered. 

He noticed the slight hesitation that passed over your face, the subtle change in posture. You only shook your head as you leant against the locker beside his, “I’m good,” you insisted, not realising Jeff had caught your lie. “We should head to class,” you suggested, “the bell will be going soon.”

Jeff sighed, not wanting to push you on the matter and deciding to wait until you wanted to open up to him, he agreed. 

He almost jumped in surprise as you slid your hand in his and held him close to your side. As worried as he had become, Jeff had to smile. 

Granted he was concerned, but it was hard for him to not take advantage of the rare occurrence. 

Jeff pressed a kiss against the top of your head as they walked down the corridor, a warm feeling igniting within him as you smiled up at him rather than shield yourself away. 


After school, Jeff met up with Clay as usual but his mind was somewhere else. Something Clay noticed rather quickly. “What’s up?” he questioned, placing his pen on the table.

Jeff ran a hand through his hair, “I don’t even know,” he groaned. “Something’s up with (Y/N) today and she hasn’t spoken to me about it…she’s acting different and I don’t want to bring it up just in case it makes her push me away.”

Clay leant back in his chair, “Look,” he said. “Usually you give me the relationship advice,” he laughed, “and I know I’m kind of useless when it comes to this, but it’s (Y/N),” he stated, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jeff demanded on the defensive. 

Clay smiled to reassure his friend that he meant no offence, “I’m just saying, she’ll come to you when she’s ready. You know better than anyone that sometimes she just needs some time to herself to process things before she can talk about them.”

Jeff slowly nodded, “I guess. But did you see the way she was today?” he asked, in which Clay shook his head in reply. “I just want to help her…” he whispers. “I’m just really worried.”

“Speak of the devil,” Clay said quietly, his focus on something, someone behind Jeff.

He turned around and found you heading their way. Jeff smiled as his girlfriend sat herself in the seat beside him. “Hey Clay,” you greet. 

He raised his hand to wave his hello before picking up the discarded piece of work he was reading over to give you and Jeff a moment. 

You take hold of Jeff’s left hand and move his arm closer to you, hugging it against your chest as you rest your head on your spare arm against the table. Letting out a small yawn, your eyes slowly closed. 

See, Jeff mouthed to Clay who had looked over at them in curiosity. He merely shrugged and went back to reading. 

Jeff shifted in his seat and moved his right arm towards you and began moving the hair out of your face that had fallen down when you had laid down. Your smile made Jeff’s heart quicken. 

He stopped himself from asking what was wrong as his hand stopped moving on the top of her head, resting amongst your hair. 

Movement from across from him caused Jeff to look up at Clay who had stood from his seat, “Where are you going?” he asked, their session no where near done.

“Your somewhere else at the moment and I don’t think you will be able to focus until you know what you want to,” he told him sympathetically. “I’ll see you around, you know where I am if you need something.”

Jeff thanked his friend and watched as he walked away, finally turning back to you as you mumbled a quiet apology.

“It’s not your fault,” he assured her.

You lazily opened your eyes, peering up at him-you took in his expression. “Your a horrible liar,” you informed him. He let out a small laugh at her words but didn’t speak. “You shouldn’t worry about me,” she told him.

“I can’t help it.”

Your smile only grew and Jeff ran his fingers down your cheek. “I know what’s been going through your head all day,” you continued, closing your eyes again as his soft touch relaxed you. “But you really shouldn’t have worried. I’m sorry for not talking to you earlier about it.”

“Don’t apologise,” he insisted.

“You’re too sweet,” you sighed happily, wondering how you were so lucky to have him. “But really, I was just feeling a little down today. Nothing happened, I’m just…not entirely feeling like myself. But I’ll be better when I’ve had a good rest, I think.”

Jeff hesitated before responding, “That doesn’t really explain why you’ve been so…” he trailed off, not sure how to word what he wanted to say.

She chuckled, gripping his hand tighter, “You make me happy,” she said easily. “Being around you just makes everything better.”

That warm feeling inside of him returned and Jeff was beaming, “I do, huh?” he grinned. If Jeff could have seen your eyes, he was certain you would have rolled them. 

“I noticed something today,” she frowned, continuing their conversation. “Something else I should probably apologise for.”

Now Jeff was frowning, “What is it?”

“I realised how little I show you that I love you.” 

Jeff scoffed, moving his arm out of your hold and forcing you to sit up. Your eyes lock on his and there was disbelief in them, “Are you kidding me?” he asked. “You think that just because you don’t hold my hand in school or want to kiss me around these people that I can’t tell that you love me?”

You were confused, not understanding his point.

“(Y/N),” he groaned, gripping your chin between his fingers gently so you were still looking at him. “You show me how much you love me each time you look me in the eyes and each time you smile across the room, the love you express through the little things…that’s what matters. That’s what makes my heart race and my head go cloudy. I don’t need you to kiss me every time you see me or tell me in words you love me every other hour of the day. Okay?”

You nodded slowly, taking in his words.

“I love that our moments-are our moments. And that only I get to see that side of you. Don’t get me wrong, I loved how you were today just like how I love you are every other day. I love you. Every part of you and you shouldn’t be thinking that it’s not enough. Because you’re more than enough.”

Your hands grip his shoulders and you tug him towards you, kissing him like you had never done before in public, suddenly grateful that the library was relatively empty. Jeff’s hands found their way around your waist as yours trailed along his chest and down his sides-the kiss never once breaking. 

Finally pulling apart, you smiled shyly, leaving one hand on his hip as the other made its way to the side of his face. “I love you, too,” you whispered. “And thank you.”

Sugar, Sugar

A/N: It’s so late and so I will make this quick. Thank you to @celestial-writing for literally helping me cultivate every aspect of this fic. I’d be lost without her. Also, @minhosmeanhoe for throughly editing this for me  and for also being my late night partner in crime.

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Word Count: 2876

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‘These University Guys’ (Maknae smut- Lie 1)

Originally posted by mochivkook


A/N: Legit just finished it. Will edit later, lol.

Summary: You meet the devilishly handsome Jungkook while having to deal with your turbulent relationship with Taehyung and the charming Jimin.

Pairings: You x Taehyung, You x Jimin, You x Jungkook (lol)

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff

Word count: 3583

Trigger warnings: Swear words, smut, age difference relationships (not weird though), hint of a death (barely), sad Jimin

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Jungkook- the obliviously popular University guy. The hot, charming, sweet and shy boy with great hair.

The kind, honest Jungkook.

Well, I guess that was the first lie.

The first of 15.

4 months ago

“Come on, guys. Do you realize how pathetic you sound? You’re literally one of tens, maybe hundreds, of people who are falling all over this guy.” You scoff and stuff another spoon of yogurt into your mouth.

“Oh, please, Y/N!” One of your friends, Kylie, the most logical of them all, pipes up. “Like you wouldn’t drop your panties the second his fingers grazed your shoulder.”

You laugh again and shake your head at the group of girls sitting around the lawn outside the school. Seriously, of all these high school girls, you thought you had befriended the few that weren’t in love with Jungkook.

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// saeran on a date would be such an awkward lil bean like he’s so cute but he’s never been on a date before save him



- All Saeran wants is to have a nice time– Why does his brother have to tag along? And also insist it’s a ‘date’? It’s not, it’s just some movie MC would like to see. He’s curious as well; nothing more. But yet his brother won’t stop screaming that his “ lil marshmallow ” is finding love. It’s enough to make him gag.

- But he can’t deny what he feels.. It’s like he wants to make MC have a good time. He cares for them a lot.. But he doesn’t know if it’s romantic or not. How would he? It’s new, a bit scary.

- He wears something simple, a black cotton sweater and some dark grey jeans. His brother wears a pink hoodie with white jeans. Side by side; They’re like day and night.

- The whole ride there Saeyoung is lecturing him on the proper way to treat someone on a date– it’s not a date Saeyoung..

But he ignores his twin and continues babbling on. Hold doors open, compliments, pulling out chairs.. It’s a movie theatre for crying out loud. Not a five star venue. But he does secretly take those tips to heart. He’s nervous.. It’s not that big of a deal but his brothers making his anxiety sky rocket. What if MC doesn’t have fun with him? What if he messes something up?

- Saeyoung seems to notice his brothers demeanor and sort of calms down with the overload of information. Changing to topic to go on about how he and Mary Vanderwood went on a date once. And how romantic it was apparently. Saeran just rolls his eyes at his brothers antics.

- He wanted to pick MC up from the apartment– But they insisted they’d meet the two at the theatre. He didn’t mind, but Saeyoung said it was rude at first.. They offered to drive themselves. Not rude at all.

- Once they get there, Saeran can’t wait to get out of that car and away from his brothers bullshit stories about all his dates. There’s no way Saeyoung’s attention span would even allow him to sit down and talk with someone for hours, he’d get bored too fast. Especially on a date with Vanderwood. A board of wood paired with a clown. Guess whose who.

- MC is waiting inside, they’re nervous since the twins were running a bit late. But relieved when the two show up.
Saeran compliments them, earning a wink and eyebrow wiggle from his brother. He just pushes him off, asking about the movie you all were seeing tonight. It was horror, MC picked it. Saerans a bit surprised but happy that they don’t like sappy stuff. He cant stand watching two hours of people gushing over each other on screen. Would rather see blood gushing in some chainsaw massacre. Much more entertaining, even if it’s not real.

- MC is squished between the two boys in the chairs, Saeran didn’t like Saeyoung sitting so close to them but his brother seems to constantly reminds him ’ it’s not a date right? ’ Much to his displeasure. Still.. He felt jealous.

- The movie is cheesy, he dislikes it right away. Has to hold back from screaming at the screen for the people to.. Oh, I don’t know; maybe not go into that dark alleyway? Pick the car? Drive away to safety? MC seems scared whenever something like this happens.. They hug themselves and squint their eyes. Really? It was all silly and fake; Just a movie.. But he felt bad for them. He wanted to protect them from feeling scared. He cant help but blush when they grip his shirt and squish their face against his chest when a man with a chainsaw shows up.

- He doesn’t really know how to react, so Saeyoung from across the chairs grabs his brothers arm and quickly places it over MC’s back– Much to Saerans surprise. He looks over to his twin with confusion, only getting a wink in return. He doesn’t really know how to comfort someone.. So he just rubs his thumb in place while his arm is wrapped around their back. Their breath is hot through his shirt, it feels like there’s butterflies in his stomach. Does he think they’re cute like this? Yes.. He usually finds this annoying when Saeyoung does it, but with MC he likes to feel so protective over them.

- This happens often; every time there’s a ‘scary’ scene. eventually when the movies over MC has to pry themselves away from Saeran. Their neck hurt from cuddling into him for so long, but it was worth it.

- Seven loudly groans and stretches as he stands up, his figure in front of the screen as the credits roll. Saeran stretches a little less obviously, helping MC up out of their chair as well.

- He didn’t think the movie was all that great, but he listens as his brother and MC chat back and forth about different scenes. He still felt weird.. Like his stomach was all messed up. He didn’t like it at all, it felt like anxiety but.. a little warmer.

- Saeyoung excuses himself to the bathroom, clicking his tongue and shooting finger guns towards his brother as he walks backwards towards the restrooms. Saeran had no idea why or how he puts up with this sometimes, but it leaves him and MC alone for a bit. He doesn’t really know what to say.. He feels shy all of a sudden while shuffling his feet.

“ Did you like the movie Saeran? ”
They smile at him excitedly with bright eyes; he smiles softly back to them with a slight nod.
“ It was alright.. ”
He shrugs– biting his lip as he shoves his hands into his pockets. He felt like he should do something but.. He didn’t know what.

“ You’d be amazing in a horror movie Saeran! I bet you’d know exactly what to do. Way better than those people. ”
They motion with their thumb to the theatre, implying him better as the characters on screen.
“ Sure as hell wouldn’t choose an alley over a car, that’s for sure. ”
MC laughs softly, causing Saeran to smile. He liked seeing them light up like that. It was nice..
“ Thanks for being here with me.. I— ah, appreciate it. ”
They barely blush, shuffling their feet as well when Saeran replies with a nod. Both of them felt like they should do something but.. Everything was sort of frozen.

“ I’ll text you tonight, Yeah? ”
MC says and starts to fumble with their car keys, looking up towards Saeran who looked flushed from the cold, His white hair covering bits of his forehead.
“ Yeah; Of course. ”
He nods slightly, this was awkward.. shit.. He felt like a little kid. He wanted to do.. Something– But he felt too embarrassed.
It’s like MC read his mind, because in an instant they lean onto their toes– Placing a second long kiss onto his lips, it was soft and quick but it took Saeran by surprise. Was that okay? Did they mean to do that?
“ Night Saeran.. ”
MC smiles as they move their hand to shoot him a soft wave– Climbing into their car that was parked outside the theatre.
“ Night.. ”
Saeran says basically to himself in shock as he watches them drive away, that was new. He didn’t even have much time to think about it before Saeyoung practically runs out of the theatre, hooking his arm around his brothers shoulder and laughing wildly. Saeran tried to push him off, But he wouldn’t budge.
“ Should I get ordained anytime soon? ”
He wiggles his eyebrows as he shakes Saerans shoulders, “ Shit man– You’re so awkward, I thought you were toast! But MC saved the date! They swooped in– You should have seen your face! ”

Saeran rolls his eyes with a flushed red complexion, muttering ’ stop it, shut up ’ as he breaks out of his brothers grasp and quickly walks towards the car in a huff– Saeyoung following closely behind, still laughing to himself. Why was he just watching? What a creep.

anonymous asked:

Could you please do headcanons for platonic friendships with Starish? :3

Sure thing! Please let me know if it’s alright because I feel I have gotten a little rusty here ;;

Otoya

Originally posted by alittledreamcatcher-v

  • He’s that boy who’d be willing to try ANYTHING as long as its with you! So if you’re planning on hitting that all-you-can-eat ramen contest, you know who to take along!
  • Otoya would stand up for you even if he’s the only one who will support you. He’s fiercely loyal and would not tolerate someone saying shit about his bestie
  • If you love sports, Otoya would happily take you to watch soccer, baseball or even swimming!
  • Otoya would often come to you with his problems (even crush problems ehehe ;3) and would urge you to do the same because of the bestie pact :3
  • He’d take a while opening up but eventually, his best friend would be able to tell when his smile is genuine and when its not
  • This sweet pea even wrote you a song. “This is dedicated to 〇〇〇-chan, the bestest bestest friend in the universe!!!”
  • He’d definitely get you a friendship bracelet, saying he got one for all his besties and dang, you’re pretty special to him if he does gift you one.

Masato

Originally posted by akagi--mako

  • Well he has his normal stoic face but you’re one of the few to catch glimpses of his true and joyous smiles
  • “Careful.”
    “Don’t go there unsupervised.”
    “Take care of yourself.”
    “Did you eat? Do you want me to make you something?”
    “How was your day?”
  • He’s so gentle and caring, you can’t help but be like “Man, what did I do to deserve him?”
  • He KNOWS when something’s wrong for you so the best course of action is to spit it out because Masato is worried af and wants to listen and help
  • His advice to you is usually in the form of proverbs. If you tell him to not put it that way, he’d tell you in plain words
  • Ahh those handmade bentos that only his friends and lover get to taste~ oh and those judges at a cooking show
  • Masato wouldn’t exactly come to you first when he has a problem but hey, the psychic bond where you just KNOW something’s wrong applies here. Eventually, when confronted, he pours out his heart
  • You’re on his list of favourite people when you become his friend. He is extremely loyal to you and although he never says it, he expects the same from you. He takes your bond with him as a friend very seriously because he treasures you and it’s special to him

Natsuki

Originally posted by yahoohanjizoe

  • You know that you’re friends with Natsuki when he offers to cook for you. ALERT: DO NOT ACCEPT THE FOOD!
  • The sweetheart here would do anything to see his best friend smile, even if that means dressing Syo in a pink tutu
  • When he doesn’t hang out with his lover, he’s usually pleading (read, dragging) you to visit any sort of zoo, animal shelter or café so you have some fun XD)
  • Hugs! Hugs! Hugs! More hugs!
  • Natsuki would tell you little stories. Like for example, how he used to be with Syo as kids, his lover, his childhood, thoughts and dreams. In return, he expects the same from you too!
  • He would insist that you get matching piyo chan accessories just for the heck of it XD
  • He likes carrying you around for some reason. You, Syo, his lover and Nagi are his main carry victims

Tokiya

Originally posted by shizukku

  • He’s that guy who would roll his eyes at you and warn you when you threaten to chug a bottle of tequila but he would hold back your hair when you throw up because “What will you do without me, huh? sighs
  • He can be a little playful and teasing when he wants to be.
  • He never lies to you. So if you’re thinking that flamboyant neon pink dress looks stunning on you, he’d be the one who’d say it looks stunningly awful.
  • He would happily take you to the library and book store if you adore books like him. Psst, that restricted section is where you have your deep friendship talks.
  • He always cares for you, although it may sound rude at times. He just wants the best for you
  • Tokiya’s shoulder is always available when you need to cry and vent. He will listen and comfort, being so gentle despite how icy he looks outside
  • He’d often chastise you if your eating habits aren’t too healthy. He even offers to cook for you because he’s kinda your momfriend XD

Ren

Originally posted by fairylaw92

  • If your this guy’s best friend, you’re pretty important to him alright? You happen to be able to handle his quicksilver mood and see his feels beyond that confident smirk
  • Somehow everyone thinks you and Ren are going out but you’re just best friends XD
  • He speaks his mind to you, although he’s hesitant at first. Besides you, it’s usually his lover or Masato who hear his thoughts
  • You’d often meet for lunch and drinks. Ren’s a good conversationalist so it’s never boring when you two talk
  • You and Ren have insider jokes and nicknames for people you two are acquainted with. Example- “Sourpuss (aka boss) says I have to work overtime rennnn”
    “Run from work then~”
  • You have found yourself a bestie who’s a therapist, beautician, fashion expert and adventurer all in one
  • He’d jokingly flirt with you but he would never cross that line unless the two of you start feeling the hots for each other haha

Syo

Originally posted by poisonedfortunecookie

  • Gym buddies yo.
  • He prefers to talk about issues when you two are working out together. Syocchi may not look like it but he gives great A++ advice when you need it
  • He’s that boy who will beat up your bullies for you because his best friend is special and important to him
  • He’s gonna drag you into Prince of Fighting hell with him. He needs someone to gush over the series with haha
  • Syo would ask you how he looks when he has this appointment coming up. In a way, you two are each other’s fashion police. He even visits the boutique often with you
  • If he doesn’t have a lover, he always saves you a ticket when he goes for any sort of special event because hey, friends are almost family.
  • Damn all those emoji filled conversations which only you and Syo seem to understand and laugh over

Cecil

Originally posted by r0ymustang

  • He’s kinda a bit possessive over his best friend too. “Hsssttt…my bestie..shoo shoo.” He only means good though! XD
  • He has really deep emo talks with you from time to time. God knows why but he usually ends up sobbing by the end of it and you need to comfort him
  • Cecil appreciates someone who listens and tries his best to listen when they approach him with their problems
  • He’s rather easygoing and would like it if his bestie tagged along when he wanted to explore places and try out food. Example- waffles
  • Calls with him usually range from 4 seconds because he accidentally hung up to 2 hours because he has a lot to say
  • He once took you to Agnapalace and thou were bestowed the honour of “Prince Cecil’s treasured friend”
  • You’re one of the few people whose words he takes seriously. Also you happen to be one of those people who kick him into the bath along with Camus
Sick Days

Wowie. I finally finished this :)

Pairing: Lin x reader 

Warnings: none

Requested: Yes, anon requested #1 (Please don’t leave me) and #29 (You said my name in your sleep) with a Lin x sick!reader Requests are always open and welcome!

Word Count: 1282

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You woke up with the worst of headaches, and for once, it wasn’t because you were hung over from partying with your best friend, Lin.

You groaned and tried to stand up out of bed. Nausea racked your body. You sat for a moment, holding your head, before venturing into the kitchen to check your temperature.

“100.9” you read aloud. “Looks like I’m going to do the show sick tonight.” Lin, being the best bestfriend ever, had gotten you a job as the stage manager for his show, Hamilton. You had yet to take a sick day, and you weren’t about to start now.

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Rafael Barba / Peace Of Mind

Written for a friend I adore who certainly deserves some Rafi-Love, <3.

Originally posted by all-things-raul-esparza


Rafael was already surprised to come home to an empty condo. It wasn’t at all uncommon for him to be arriving home so late- to the contrary, it was much more odd that you had yet to make an appearance. Absently, he flipped on the lights, and discarded his briefcase atop the table in the entryway. Apparently he’d need to wait for you, which really wasn’t a bother in and of itself. A quick check to his cell phone confirmed- you must have been too busy to send him a text warning him of your lateness. That’s fine, though, as long as you came home at the end of the day was all that truly mattered to him.

However, it was another hour or two before you sauntered in, eyes still red from exhaustion and the tears you had wiped away in the Taxi. 

“Mi amor?” He didn’t move, appeared frozen in shock, and instead took time to drink in the sight of you. You were as lovely as ever, of course; but the way your shoulders slouched, the flush in your face- it was painfully obvious something was bothering you. Considering your occupation and the fact that you dealt with sick people led him to believe your woes may extend beyond a typical ‘rough’ work day. “You’re late, is everything alright?”

Well, that was a relatively simple question- but one without a quite so simple answer. Where should you begin; you debated while hanging up your jacket in the closet, while discarding your keys in the dish by his briefcase, while taking off your shoes and leaving them on the mat by the front door. Even as you tried to decide- your bottom lip trembled, causing him to bite onto his own.

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As Bright As Lightning

Request: Can you do a Thor x Reader request where she was hit by lightning when he was showing her a trick and it kickstarts powers that were dormant which helps her as an avenger but Thor still feels bad and is really careful around her afterwards.. sorry if I already sent you a request but I’m an idiot and can’t remember 😂❤️ - @cornflax01

Word Count: 1700+

Triggers: lightning

A/N: GUESS WHO’S BACK BITCHES!!! I’m coming off hiatus and exams are nearly over, I only have 3 left and I’ll be all done by Friday evening. I’m so sorry this has taken so long, I actually had most of it done ages ago but I couldn’t get the last bit right.

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Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

There was always a party when Thor came back to earth. It was mainly because Steve finally had a store of the only thing that could get him drunk. And, man, would he get drunk. But he wasn’t the only person who was more unsteady then usual. Thor.

You were relatively new to the team so you had never met the blond before. But tonight was a time for one of these parties. According to, we’ll, everyone Thor was a sight to be seen so you made sure you were too.

Your hair was done to perfection, sharp enough cat eye to kill a man and your Cupid’s bow invited anyone to steal a kiss from your lips. Twirling in the mirror, you admired your ensemble when you heard a knock at the door.

‘Y/N’ Wanda’s head popped around the door. ‘Are you decent?’

‘Well it wouldn’t matter now, would it?’ You laugh.

‘I’ve seen you naked before’ she shrugged. ‘I meant for the party, they’ve landed’ stepping into the room, she closed the door and sat on the closest object to her 

‘Oh, good- Wait!? When did you see me naked?!’

‘I’m curious about the human body’ she mentioned casually. ‘Come on

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heavy, dirty soul (Jungkook x Reader) - Chapter 1: The Meeting

Genre: Angst, smut, fluff, there will be all
Word count: 3,727
A\N - I would like to mention that there are all the usual warnings for a Mafia!AU so if you are uncomfortable with the whole blood, murder, rape, torture pack you shouldn’t read this.

I want to mention that this was originally written as a gift to one of my friends, but I decided to post it on Tumblr since I liked it very much. Angela, the OC is a partial reflection of myself, and so are a few other original characters I put in. There are also appereances from other groups and people from the Kpop industry. In this chapter it’s a brief mentioning of FTISLAND and History, also EXO and GOT7) If you enjoyed my story, have a theory about it, or simply wanna talk, hit me up in the inbox, or come chat privately!

I would very much appreciate feedback! Enjoy!

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There were only two times in Daryl’s life that his brother hugged him. Really hugged him—not just an arm around his shoulders, meant to bend and control, but a real, genuine hug. The first time was when he nearly died and the second was when he accidentally came out.

When he was ten, he was ATV-ing in the back woods when he hit a stump and fell down a ravine, the vehicle landing on top of him. He managed to crawl out of the wreck with only a few scrapes, bruised from neck to knee, and sobbing so hard he was practically hyperventilating. A 21-year-old Merle was down over the hill in seconds, tearing the knees out of his jeans as he skidded down, and once he finished yelling his lungs out at Daryl for being such a god-damn clumsy screw-up, he pulled his little brother into a hug. Daryl trembled and sobbed for a good ten minutes, and Merle held him, crouched in the dirt with Daryl crying into his neck. He put a big hand around the back of his head and pressed Daryl firmly against his shoulder, ignoring the tears and drool soaking his shirt.

For a long time after that, physical touch was limited to the occasional pat on the shoulder or reckless shove. For Merle, a thinker rather than a feeler, touch was not a necessity; it was a gimmick, another way to lead people along, to control. But Daryl craved it, absorbed it like a sponge on the rare occasions he received it.

When Daryl was 24, Merle found out the secret he’d been keeping. It was probably the way he kept looking at the gorgeous stranger in the bar who had the radiant smile and the long hair draped over his ears that gave it away. Or it coulda been the dog-eared men’s fitness magazine Daryl had shoved under his mattress in his room. It was such a tiny clue, but it was really all it took with Merle’s hypervigilance in their dangerously homogenous community. Then, all it took was just asking him, and Daryl was open like a book. He couldn’t hide a thing, not from the man who knew him best.

Of course, Merle yelled at him. Screamed and called him names because that’s all he knew how to do, that’s all the men who raised him had ever taught him to do.

“You keep your goddamn head down, you hear me? Dumb sonofabitch,” Merle gritted out, eyes wide with rage. He rammed a finger hard into Daryl’s chest, pushed him back with a shove to his shoulder. “You don’t tell no one about this. Don’t look at no one funny, don’t say nothin’—you listenin’ to me, boy?!”

Daryl tried to maintain his usual stoicism, the one that had carried him through all of puberty and surrounded him like a shell. “I’m listenin’,” he puffed, lip wobbling, fists trembling at his sides, and soon, he was crying again, just like he had when he was ten.

Merle cooled, slowly and then all at once, expression turning from horrified to something a little more vague. Carefully, like dusting off muscles he hadn’t used in a long time, ones he wasn’t allowed to use or even let see the light of day, he reached out and pulled Daryl into his arms.

Daryl curled into him immediately, dropping his head against his brother’s sturdy frame. In the decade that had passed, he’d reached his big brother’s height, but he ducked into the embrace, making himself small.

A meek little sound bubbled from his shoulder and Merle cocked an eyebrow, as Daryl mumbled, “’m sorry.”

“’M sorry,” Daryl whispered, unable to resist the tears that rolled down his nose, “’m sorry.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Merle answered in a low voice, slipping a hand around Daryl’s head, cradling him gently. “No sense cryin’ ’bout somethin’ you can’t fix.”

Despite nodding along to the advice, Daryl continued to cry for a long while, the occasional hitch in breath coming out of him. Merle stood still, hands firm and heavy on Daryl’s back. He finally separated himself from Daryl when the sobs subsided and he could hold him by the shoulders and look him in the eye.

“Listen to me—you don’t tell no one about this, ’specially not our pa,” a shudder ran through him as he said the moniker. “This ain’t happenin’, you got it?” At the time, Merle probably thought it was just a phase or a fad Daryl would outgrow, just like he outgrew his socks and playin’ Cowboys and Indians. Or at least, that’s what he desperately hoped. It would just make things a lot easier for Daryl, and, by extension Merle as well, because everything that was Daryl’s was his brother’s, both the good and the bad.

It seemed a shame now that the last time his brother hugged him was under such dramatic circumstances, things that didn’t seem nearly as important now, in the Next World, that didn’t care about things like that, and where he was, curled up on the couch with the man he loved. Jesus let Daryl run his fingers through his hair and in return he stroked the back of Daryl’s hand. Part of Daryl wondered what his brother would think of him now, and if he would hug him again if he knew how far he’d come.

A Gift for Adrien- A Miraculous One-Shot

Synopsis: Chat Noir has noticed something. Lately, whenever they finish patrol, his lady happens to pull out some yarn from the bag she’s taken to carrying. Oddly enough, his classmate Marinette is working on the same gift. There’s no way they could be…? Could it?

Author’s Note: I’m still trucking along and this time, with a fluffy Adrinette/ Ladynoir reveal fic requested by Soggy on AO3! Enjoy!

Chat Noir scaled the side of the Eiffel Tower with ease, landing on a steel beam, his eyes glowing in the evening gloom. His ears twitched and his nose caught the whiff of something rather lovely. He lifted it in the air. Licking his lips, he strolled across the beam until he joined Ladybug where she sat on the edge, swinging her legs back and forth as she hummed lightly to herself. She leaned her head just enough to acknowledge his approach. Her bluebell eyes didn’t turn to face him as she was completely engrossed with something in her hands. He smiled. Sitting next to her, he stared at the movements of her hands.

“How’d it go,” she asked, still hooking and wrapping the yarn in a technique he’d remembered as crocheting. He shrugged.

“Not bad. Managed to catch some guy harassing a couple of ladies on their way home but for the most part, it was quiet.”

She nodded. “Yeah. It was pretty quiet on my end too.” A smirk appeared on her lips and she paused in her work long enough to reach to the other side of her seat and toss him an all too familiar bag. With the emblem “TS” on the front, Chat licked his lips as the goodies landed in his lap. He opened the bag quickly. Inside was an assortment of cookies and croissants which he greedily searched through until he found one with chocolate, his favorite. He sat the bag back between them.

“Thanks LB.” She muttered in response. They sat in silence for sometime until curiosity finally got the best of him. “So what are you making? You’ve been working on it pretty hard for the last week or so.” She hesitated, her fingers slowing around the yarn. She didn’t stop though. Absently, she replied, “It’s a birthday gift for one of my classmates.” He smirked.

“Really? That’s awesome. You know, my birthday is coming up soon too.” She blinked. A soft smile crossed her face.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a pirate au where the crew of the enterprise are pirates but like, really bad at it because they only do good deeds, but insist on calling themselves pirates anyways? (Mckirk would be appreciated!)

  • It’s been years since Leonard last saw Jim. Years since he left that sea-life and instead became a respected doctor at a quiet coastal settlement. Tried marriage, too, but that’s just not his thing. Or perhaps she just wasn’t his thing. Either way, Leonard is alone. But it’s fine, it’s quiet, and at least it’s not in a rocking ship risking his damn life every day in the vast open waters.
  • “Hey, babe,” Jim’s voice rings when Bones comes home from the medical practice. "Jim?“ Bones asks, dropping his bag on the floor next to the front door. Jim is just sitting at his dining table, casually, like he owned the place. “How did you get in here? The door was locked.” “Oh, you know what they say. Pirates don’t exactly follow the law of breaking and entering,” Jim replies, getting up from his chair, “did you miss me?” “What are you doing here?” Leonard asks as Jim walks in closer, and it’s rapidly getting harder to think straight when the other cups his cheeks and says a quick; “I missed you”, before he leans in and kisses him.
  • Leonard’s fingers trace the scar on Jim’s chest. Right over his heart. The stab wound should have killed him, but thankfully (and miraculously), Jim survived that. There’s scars on his back, too, from a violent childhood Jim doesn’t talk about. Pre-pirate stuff. Leonard doesn’t have to see them to know they’re there, he still remembers every inch of Jim’s body like it was just yesterday he saw the man’s body naked regularly. “Why are you really here?” Leonard asks. Jim grunts in response, half asleep, barely covered by the thin sheets on Leonard’s bed. “James,” Leonard presses, and Jim sighs. “I want you back on the Enterprise,” Jim replies, and Leonard frowns. “No.” “Bones-” “It’s Leonard now, Jim, and the answer’s no. I settled here.” “But what if you don’t have to settle?” Jim suggests, sitting up straight, “you’re a pirate, Bones. You don’t settle. Home is at sea. With the crew. With me.” “No, Jim,” Leonard says, “I can’t risk being a target in every place we dock. We’re better men than pirates. We could be.” “Pirate’s just the name they give us, you know that. Come with us.” Leonard grunts and turns around, back towards the other man. “No,” he says. Jim is silent for so long, Leonard’s sure Jim’s fallen asleep. But then, just when Leonard’s relaxing a little, Jim speaks again. “Joanna’s alive. I know where they keep her.”  
  • “Doctor,” Spock says the moment Bones steps aboard, “it’s good to have you back.” “We’ll see about that,” Leonard replies, but he smiles at Spock nonetheless. Uhura pulls him into a tight hug. “I’m glad you’re back,” she says, and Leonard nods. “You can drop the formalities. I’m only back until we get Joanna,” he says, and Uhura smiles lightly. “I’m still happy to see you.” Leonard returns her smile with one of his own, and adds: “me too.” She pats his shoulder, before going back to work, adding a quick: “Welcome home, doctor” before walking away.
  • Leonard’s forgotten how much being home sucks, because the moment they hit the deep ocean and the waves get rougher, Leonard is dying. He’s pretty sure Chekov’s laughing at him when Leonard throws up leaning over the railing of the ship. He meets up with Sulu at the ship’s wheel, and Sulu nods at him. “How are you holding up?” he asks. “Sea sucks as much as ever,” Leonard replies, and Sulu laughs. “You’ll get used to it,” he replies, and Leonard nods. “I’d hope so. Have you heard anything from Demora?” “No,” Sulu says, and he tenses up visibly. Leonard reaches out, resting his hand briefly on Sulu’s shoulder, “we’ll find her. Demora and Joanna, they’re strong.” “We’re following the lead of some stranger Jim talked to once,” Sulu says, “I’m grateful we have a lead, but there’s nothing suggesting we’re even chasing an actual lead.” “It’s the first thing we’ve heard in years,” Leonard says, “it’s something, at least.” Sulu nods slowly. “Either way, it’s good to have a doctor back on board,” he says, and Leonard smiles lightly. “I’ve missed all of you, too.”
  • If there’s one thing Leonard remembers from sailing under Jim’s flag, it’s that they generally suck at being real pirates. Sure, they break a lot of laws, sailing independently over British-ruled seas. They don’t usually kill people, but casualties happen in sea battles, even if Jim is a rather forgiving Captain and prone to taking prisoners, releasing them the first time they dock, and in worst case scenarios; drops them off on an island.
  • Word reaches them usually very quickly the first time they dock at a tropical coastal town, mostly ruled by pirates and outlaws. Jim continues to suck at being the pirate his own legend calls him. He helps people where their government doesn’t. Transports them from port A to Port B, despite Sulu and Leonard loudly going against that idea, since their daughters’ lives are at stake.
  • Jim and Leonard get incredibly drunk on the last night before departure again, and Leonard remembers just how much he loves being around these people. The drinks, the music, the atmosphere. Sure, they’re robbed thrice before the end of the night, but that’s pirates for you. They don’t even make it to the ship, and instead both of them wake up in the hay of some old barn, clothes stolen as much as their money, and so they make it back to the ship in makeshift outfits that have the crew laugh at their misfortune. “It’s like you never left, doctor,” Chekov says. “Indeed it is,” Spock agrees, while both quietly slip into Jim’s quarters for a change of clothes.
  • “What are you going to do when we find Joanna?” Jim asks one morning. The Enterprise is rocking gently in the wind, and Bones has been staring out the stained windows next to Jim’s bed. Nothing but crystal blue water, with an occasional island in the far distance. Right there, right then, it feels like home more than his actual home on land does. “I want a safe place for Joanna to live,” Leonard replies. “The Enterprise is safe,” Jim replies, and Leonard turns to look at him. “The Enterprise is under fire regularly.” “You know Jo was on dry land when she was kidnapped, right?” Jim counters, and Leonard replies in a disapproving grunt. “Can’t blame Jocelyn and her new husband for the pirates who took her,” Leonard says. “Jo being taken was no one’s fault but-” “It was mine. For not saving that captain’s life when he got ill.” “He was a bad man, Bones. His crew even worse. We’ve located them now, and we’ll get them. And if you… if you really want to leave the ship afterwards, then I’ll drop you and Jo off whenever you want,” Jim says, sliding an arm around Bones’ stomach and pulling him closer. “Hmm, but imagine staying with me? Doing a bit of good and a bit of bad. Getting tons of treasure.” He continues, and Leonard laughs, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Jim’s lips. “With you here, I got all the treasure I need.”
Meatballs

PART 2

a/n: This is a quick idea I had and needed to get out of my system, there will be a second part so dont worry too much

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Warnings: Just Boomer getting a little too handsy, basically he goes to a dinner party and flirts with Luce, a girl he probably shouldn’t be flirting with…

Digger “Captain Boomerang” Harkness X OFC // Suicide Squad

word count: 2,163

1. The Party

“Finally,” Anita sighed as Luce pushed through the screen door, her arms full with a bag of groceries.

“I bought all the spaghetti they had at the store,” Luce stated as she set the shopping bag on the table. She reached into the brown paper, pulling out a large can of Guinness and crossed to the living room, handing it off to her uncle who occupied the recliner in the corner, his old hound dog curled up at his feet. He was a bitter old man but the one thing that made him smile without fail, was a cold beer.

“You’re a God send,” he stated, cracking the seal and taking a drink.

“No problem, Manny,” Luce replied with a smile. Though she referred to the man as her uncle they were not technically related. “Guess who I ran into on the way back,” she began, returning to the kitchen to empty the rest of the shopping bag’s contents.

“Big Foot,” Her sister-in-law replied. It was obvious by Anita’s tone that she had no patience for Luce, preoccupied with slicing tomatoes.

“Remember last week, Eddie was talking about meeting that guy from Australia at the bar?” Luce leaned against the counter as she spoke, “I met them on my way home.”

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Please Don’t Say Goodbye (Philip Hamilton x Reader)

Originally posted by youforfeitallrights

Summary: Philip lets you know of the duel he has challenged George Eacker too, and you beg him not to go. However, he still goes and promises you that he will come back. Will your true love return to you, or will you live without him for the rest of your life?

Warnings: Mentions of death and sadness/angst.

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 2075

A/N: So I know there are many stories like this, but I thought I would add my own version to the mix. While it was interesting to write this, it was heartbreaking. However, I hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think of my writing. I love to hear from you guys! Also, thank you so much for all of your support! In the past few days I’ve felt so welcomed on Tumblr, so thank you.

When you had first met Philip Hamilton at the Hamilton’s Winter Ball, you knew your life would change for the better with this man in it. Just as so many people agreed, Phillip resembled his father in a number of ways: he was handsome (and knew it), extremely intelligent, and not to mention he met his true love just like his father.

You had just been standing off to the side of the ballroom, when Philip approached you. He introduced himself, kissed your hand, and asked if you would grant him the honor of allowing him to dance with the most beautiful girl in the room. Blushing, but accepting, you took his arm and allowed him to lead you to the dance floor. Soon, you two found yourself dancing the night away, and growing closer with each passing song.

The time finally came for the night to end, and you were disappointed because you did not want to let go of the wonderful man you had found. Luckily, Philip felt the same connection and asked if he could write to you. For a few weeks after the ball, you and Philip corresponded back and forth, falling in love with the other more and more with every new letter you received.

Your courtship finally began after a month or so of writing letters; both his family and yours thought highly of your relationship. Just as before, each new day brought something new to share with the other, and some new way to fall even more in love than the day before.

Not long after your courtship began with Philip, you realized how much of a passionate and protective person he was, particularly towards you. While it was  romantic at times to see how much he really cared for you, it also caused you to worry for your courter. Philip would get into many fights with a Mr. George Eacker, and you would always worry he would do some idiotic.

Unfortunately, your prediction came true.

The trouble all started one day as you sat waiting in the park for Philip. You had agreed to meet at two o’clock, but he was well over thirty minutes late. Suddenly, an angry looking Philip came storming through the park, headed in your direction. You instantly stood up looking to comfort him, and asked why he was so upset.

“It’s all George Eacker’s fault. He was being more of an ass than usual.” Philip seethed, trying to calm down for your sake.

Laughing gently, you chided him for his remarks and intertwined your hand with his and led him for a calming walk around the park. Philip and George were never on good terms (similar to Alexander and Jefferson, adding to the list of similarities between father and son), but you were never worried. It was all just talk and no show. That was until now.

Philip still seemed to be rather tense as the two of you walked around the park, so you decided to pry even further.

“Philip, please be honest with me. What did George Eacker do this time?”

Sighing and running his hand over his face, Philip started to explain. “I was walking by him when I saw him talking to a group of men, but I was minding my own business and tried to walk away. Then, I heard him disrespecting my father’s name, he was still trying to hold the Reynold’s Pamphlet against him.” Philip described.

You rolled your eyes at Eacker’s actions, but hugged Philip. You knew he was still upset by what his father did, but he still respected him, and would always try to defend his honor.

Before you could try and tell Philip to just ignore Eacker, he continued. “And on top of that, once he saw me, he suggested I was just like my father. That I would do the same thing with the w-whore girl I was courting.” he finished, whispering the last part.

As you reached your hand towards Philip’s face to comfort him, he took ahold of your arms and looked down at you apologetically. Confused, you titled your head to the side, and tried to figure out what Philip had down. He only ever looked at you like that when he did something wrong.

The worst thoughts running through your mind, a look of horror etched itself on your face. “Philip, what did you do to protect your father’s name?” you inquired, nervous for the answer, your voice quivering slightly.

“I challenged him to a duel.” Philip answered honestly, although his voice was barely above a whisper.

Your hand flew to your mouth in shock and you could feel the tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“Why, Philip? Why would you do this?” you pleaded with him, looking up at him with a miserable look on your face.

“I had to! I had to protect my father’s honor, and I had to protect you honor.” he admitted, whispering the last part.

He pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in a strong, protective hug. You buried face into his chest, and he could feel your shoulders shaking up and down as you sobbed.

“Please, please don’t go.” you begged. “We both know that George Eacker is not a man of honor, and he will forfeit all rules of a duel.” you continued, trying to convince Philip to not go through with his plan.

“I must go now, I have already challenged him, and to back out now would give him more to talk about. Tomorrow morning, I will row across the Hudson, shoot my gun in the air like my father advised me to, and come back safe and sound to you.” Philip vowed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You pulled away from him, eyes widened in shock. “Your father knows about the duel and is encouraging it?” you shrieked, now fully stepping away from Philip.

“He is, but please lets not talk about this anymore. Let us spend this afternoon like we originally planned.” Philip said, linking his arm with yours again.

As he tried to pull you away, you stood your ground, still looking angry. “So your saying, there is nothing I can do to convince you to stay away from this duel?” you asked, in a last attempt to protect the man you loved.

“No, but do you want to know what  my motivation is for coming back?” he asked, and when you didn’t answer, he continued. “The moment I came back, alive and well, from that duel, I am going to ask your father for your hand.” he confessed.

A shocked, yet pleased, smile stretched across your face. You stared into his eyes and saw the love he held for you in them. For the afternoon, you decided to forget about the danger Philip would soon be in and enjoy your date.

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Locked In Heaven

Summary: A requested imagine about going to a party with Tyler, an old friend, and being locked in a closet with him

Warnings: None, like they kiss but I might be working on a smut later so don’t worry I’ve got you

Rating:  Safe, nothing extreme like at all

A/N: MOMMAS BACK! Sort of…not really… I finished mocks so I have like a bit of spare time? But I am sorry this is so shit and that I have been away forever

Also I wrote like 1 smut and I think you guys liked it? But I do recommend @trashy-extras and @joshdunslipring go show them some love because they actually know what they are doing.

Tag List: @marrsox  @littlemrsbeliever @b0rky

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anonymous asked:

I saw you did an ask for someone else, so I hope this isn't rude but... I really like your dad!Cullen/Cullen-family stuff you write. I'm an adoribull fan and wondered if you would do a fic or drabble with them babysitting the babies? Only if you want to!

(Thanks for this, Nonny! Love a little Adoribull on my dash!)


“Maaaayhem!”

The echoed shouts seemed to bounce from the walls, and Dorian stood at the door to the bathing room, an unimpressed curl of his lip emerging at the sight that greeted him. “Yes, because turning the flooring into one large puddle is such a good idea.”

“Aw, come on, kadan. We were just causing-“

“Mayhem.” Bull’s grin was less than apologetic. “I believe even the guard on the furthest battlement now knows that to be fact.”

“But Uncle Dowian!” Conner lisped, wet curls plastered back against his head, grinning up at him from amongst the towering bubbles that only Bull could have assumed necessary, “what’s baf’time without maaaaayhem!” The young boy thrashed in the water, drenching the front of Dorian’s robe and causing Bull to snort with laughter, the mage raising an eyebrow as he stared the boy down.

“Must you splash so ferociously, Connor?”

“It’s not mayhem if you do it sensitively, now is it?” Bull splashed the boy back, causing peals of laughter and Dorian rolled his eyes as he turned from the bathtub.

Festis bei umo canavarum.” They had agreed to mind the children for a night while the Inquisitor and Commander dealt with a matter outside of Skyhold; Dorian had no qualms in suspecting this suddenly arising issue was simply a night alone minus the small people he was now in custody of. Even he would admit that a night alone with his love in a tent would be considered romantic compared to wrestling two wriggling cherubs into the bath.  “Come, Imogen, that hair of yours will take hours to dry. Join me in sweet, dry sanity.”

The eldest Rutherford glanced over, dressed already in fresh pyjamas, fighting with the wet tangle of blonde that covered her head and followed him wordlessly out into their parents’ private quarters. They found a spot before the fire, and Dorian found himself wondering how on earth one human being could have so much hair as he dried it with the flannel towel. He focused as he worked, enough magic flowing into the thick comb to warm it as he brushed, separating thick blonde curls with care. She nestled into him, humming along with him as he combed, and the warmth of the fireplace filled the room, the glow of the hot embers cloaking it in peace.

He had never considered himself particularly paternal (Maker knows the brats he usually encountered irked him enough to consider investing his efforts into finding a method of reproduction that entirely skipped this phase of life), and he was usually thankful children were most certainly not included on the path he found himself walking. His own experience as a child left a lot to be desired, to say the least. But the little girl currently occupying his lap had been different, as had her brother. Sure, he had gingerly agreed to hold them both as newborns as the Inquisitor had thrust them at him, regardless of the matter that babies were most definitely not his thing. But as time had passed, they had begun to speak through the crystal of their own vocation, to add notes and drawings to the letters their mother had sent north. They were no longer wailing infants needing napkins changed - they were people. Inquisitive, cheerful, entertaining little people, and their charm was compelling. He loved to listen to them play, to marvel at the ingenuity of their endless imagination, and he found himself leaving their company a little lighter in his step. Not to mention threatening to turn them all ‘Tevinter’, and watching Elicia’s amusement and Cullen’s profuse panic, had become his newest hobby.

“Uncle Dorian?”

“Mh?”



“Will you teach me more about magic tomorrow? I want to learn more about the fire.”

He chuckled as he began to plait her hair, fingers working through long tresses. “I fear your father will banish me from Skyhold if I teach you anymore, lest you burn a hole in the curtains. He can be ferocious when he is angry.”

“Daddy?” She laughed, tucking her feet together and shuffling in place. “Daddy isn’t scary. Daddy is…well, Daddy. He’s funny and he tells good stories, and he makes my favourite cocoa and he plays chess with me…” She paused, twiddling her fingers as her face fell. “ He gives good cuddles, especially when I have nightmares. I don’t think I could ever be scared if Daddy is there.”

Dorian supposed many years ago he would have been jealous, even admittedly of this little girl, for something so very natural and normal. For boasting of having a father so involved that he could calm fear with a mere hug, for wanting to spend time with a child he loved. For being the towering, strong, wise, fearless figure of a father he supposed was written into Varic’s best tales. His father had certainly never approached even mediocre, and he wondered how differently his life may have lead had he had a father that too made cocoa and wiped tear-stained cheeks. That, however, was the past and he had no reservations that Cullen was every bit the adoring father to these children out of the same devotion that he suspected the man lived most of his life with, rather than through any desire to see bloodlines preserved or familial honour. And him? Well, he played the adoring uncle, aloof enough to avoid embroiling himself in petty things such as discipline, but involved enough to receive the latest artistic master pieces by raven.

“Well, I am glad he is good at something. He is terrible at chess, and I suppose it runs in the family.”

“Hey, I beat you twice today!” Imogen reached a hand back to prod at him before she sighed, curling a blonde strand around her finger as she straightened up again. “I like having you and Bull here.”

“Well, I suppose I rather like being here too. I have many happy memories at Skyhold.”

“Can’t you stay then? And we could have tea parties each Friday, and you could read me more of the books in the library and…and…it’d be great!

Oh, and the thought was delightful, not only for the company of his de-facto niece and nephew. A library of his own to complete, to study and to research at his leisure. Bull nearby, at his beck and call when at home, with friends aplenty and the splendours of Skyhold to behold each day. But the cruel reality of duty pulled him back from imaging such pleasures - they were not his to dream of. He completed the plait with a tut, tying the end with a simple bow and tucking it over her shoulder before replying.

“As much as I may wish it, I must return to Tevinter. I am rather important, you see. However would the Magisterium cope without me? It would be so dull, so uninspiring, and so very bland.”

Imogen leant back into him, obvious disappointment in the scowl plastering across her face as she raised her eyes, meeting his gaze as she folded her arms. “What’s so good about Tevinter? What’s it like anyway?”

“Simply breathtaking. Wide landscape, dramatic scenery, the high spires of the city…It is rather brilliant.”

“It can’t be that brilliant. I’m not there.”

“No,” he admitted with a chuckle, patting her cheek with a tender smile. “You are not, little one. I suppose Tevinter shall always be missing that.”

“We could come and visit!” The moment was broken by the arrival of Connor, perched precariously on Bull’s horns, beaming broadly from underneath a thatch of golden curls that bounced with each large step.

“Suggest that one to your father and write me with his decision, Master Rutherford.”

Bull snorted once more, lifting the boy from his shoulders and placing him down on the awaiting bedsheets. “I’d pay silver to see Cullen’s face at the idea of a family vacation to Minrathous.”

Dorian managed to hold back the mirthful sneer that threatened, only for fear of having to explain the inner politics of Thedas this side of midnight to two easily excitable youngsters. He chivvied Imogen gently from his lap, straightening the robe he wore as he stood. “I am going to fetch our bedtime refreshments from the kitchen. I will leave you in charge of the story-telling, amatus.”

“Okay, okay. Settle down, c’mon, because this story kicks a…I mean…butt. Alright…once upon a time, there was a dragon. A biiiiiig dragon. And you know what dragons mean?”

The echo of mayhem followed Dorian down the stone stairs, and he could not help but quench the bittersweet taste in his mouth with the most exasperated, yet content, of laughs.

Damn Corset

A/N: Hey y’all I’m back! And with a fic! Happy New Year’s!!!! (ITS ABOUT DAMN TIME I POSTED A FIC) (this is my longest fic so far!)

Request: (anon) 691 with Alexander please?

Prompt: 691:  “You fainted… straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Warnings: Fainting? Historical Inaccuracy? (most likely)

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton X Reader (and brother Thomas Jefferson because I had to)

Word Count:1,673 (HOLY IM SORRY)

AU: Historical 


You stood in your bedroom as the servants stood at your side, helping you to pick an outfit. Today was the day you were going with your brother, Thomas Jefferson, to a cabinet meeting against a man he speaks so poorly of, Alexander Hamilton. All that seemed to flow out of your brothers’ mouth was about that man.

You still don’t get why you agreed to come to a cabinet meeting. Was it simply out of pity? It seemed so, considering right after you said yes you instantly regretted your descision. 

Scanning the choices of dresses you had scattered before you, your servant, (who is also your best friend) Josephine spoke to you of things your brother has done. This was a conversation the two of you had on a daily basis, assuring that your brother was being the best he could be to the servants and not treating them poorly in any way.

You eventually chose a beautiful magenta dress that you knew would match your brother. He has always been so tacky, although you would never tell him that to his face. 

Josephine picked up the dress carefully and laid it out on your bed as she began to put the other dresses back into the wardrobe. She grabbed a corset out of the wardrobe and placed it atop the dress. You groaned internally at the sight of the dreaded corset. You could barely breath in the damn thing, yet it was the norm. A norm you have always tried to refuse. Josephine always somehow got you to wear the corset without a fight as she was your best friend.

Josephine allowed you to undress and you took the corset and put it around your waist. You called for Josephine to help you tighten it. She walked over and took the strings in the back of the corset, pulling them lightly at first. The next time she pulled much tighter making you tense up and inhale sharply. “Relax. It is not that bad Miss.” Josephine said sweetly in an attempt to calm you down.

“Easy for you to say.” You breathed out as she continued tightening the corset. You squeezed your eyes shut to eliminate some of the pain. After what felt like forever, Josephine was finally finished tightening the corset and began tying it in the back. You were visibly pale and could barely breath, pain in your stomach shooting through your body.

Josephine walked in front of you and saw how pale you were getting. She loosened the corset slightly, helping you to breath. What she did not know was that it didn’t help much.

You walked around the room as Josephine made sure the dress had no visible wrinkles. You could walk in the corset, you just had to try with everything you had.

When finshed tending to the dress, Josephine helped you to pull on the dress over your body. The dress’s silk danced on your skin as it moved up your arms to cover your shoulders. The dress had longer sleeves that reached to your elbows. It was a longer dress, reaching at least your ankles. It was a lighter magenta color than what your brother usually wore, giving the two of you some diversity.

You immediately began to put on the boots Josephine had ready for you. They were smaller boots with a heel, the brown color not very vibrant. As you tied the boots laces, Josephine walked over to the corner and grabbed the small mirror you own. She brought it to you and showed you how beautiful you looked, making you smile.

“You look amazing Miss.” Josephine smiled at you. You stood up and smiled back at her.

“Only because I had help from the very best!” You smiled before turning to the door and taking a deep breath. “Well Josephine. I must take my leave. I assume my brother is in his study?” You asked.

“Yes he is. Have fun Miss!” Josephine smiled sweetly before she walked out of your room, down to the servants quarters. You inhaled sharply, your corset hurting your stomach and squeezing much tighter than you wished.

You walked over to your brother’s study and knocked on the door. It immediately swung open to reveal your slightly disheveled brother. “Hey Y/N.” Thomas smiled. He looked tired. Like he had been working for hours on end.

“Hello Thomas. When will we be taking our leave dear brother?” You smiled back, keeping your breathing as steady and consistent as possible.

Thomas immediately smirked back. “Very soon. Are you excited to see your big brother beat Hamilton’s fat a-” He began before getting cut off by your voice.

“Now now Thomas. Play nice. I may judge Hamilton when I meet the man. I am sure he is not as terrible as you say.” You smirked back, watching his smirk completely disappear from his face.

“True. He is more terrible than I say!” Thomas said, pouting like a child. You giggled before patting his cheek softly.


You and Thomas finally got into the carriage taking you to the cabinet meeting. Thomas was pouring the whole ride, slightly annoyed that you said that Hamilton was not terrible, basically saying that Thomas was wrong. And Thomas hated being wrong.

Arriving at the cabinet meeting location you practically jumped out of the car making your brother laugh.

Standing upright again forced you to remember the demon that was your corset. Your breathing got slightly unsteady but you shook it off, walking inside, arm in arm with your brother.

As you walked inside, your brother was smiling and waving at multiple people before his face turned sour at a certain face. You immediately knew who he was looking at, judging by his expression. Alexander Hamilton.

Your gaze turned to him and you noticed that he was walking over to you and your brother.

He arrived where you were standing and finally spoke up. “Jefferson.” Alexander spoke sourly before turning to face you. He took hold of your hand and kissed the back of your hand causing you to blush. “And who might you be Miss?” Alexander asked.

“Y/N Jefferson. Secretary Jefferson is my brother.” You spoke kindly. Alexander immediately smirked, winking at you before turning back to your brother.

“Ah. Well, Thomas. I see I have caught your sisters eye. And she truly has mine.” Alexander smirked, obviously trying to instigate an argument between the men. You stood to the side of the men, breathing unsteady. Your corset only felt as if it was getting tighter over time.

“Ha! Like my sister would ever have eyes for you, Hamilton!” Thomas said angrily, getting in Alexander’s face.

Your face was pale and your vision was becoming spotty and unclear. Your breathing was ragged and unsteady. The men continued arguing as sweat trickled down your forehead.

Before you knew it you came close to hitting the floor, instead falling into someone’s arms. Everything went black and you had passed out. Shouts could be heard around you as you drifted, slipping out of consciousness.


As you awoke you noticed yourself in your bed. You told yourself that everything that had just happened was a dream, although when Josephine walked in to assure you were alright everything came together. Joesphine immediately let out a sigh of relief that you had woken up.

You noticed that your corset was no longer on, and instead you were wearing….. Alexander Hamilton’s coat? Josephine ran out of the room and went to get your brother. When Alexander Hamilton ran in rather than you brother, you were confused. “You’re okay!” Alexander exclaimed, smiling.

“Yes. I am rather fine.” You smiled back. “If I may ask, what did happen exactly? And why am I wearing your coat.” You asked, playing witht the sleeve of the green coat.

Alexander blushed profusely at your comment before speaking. “You fainted… straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” Alexander smirked. You giggled and blushed softly. “And you’re wearing my coat simply because I didn’t want to see you undressed. Not yet that is.” Alexander smirked even wider, winking, making you blush even redder.

“Mhm. Thank you Mr. Hamilton.” You smiled, sitting up. Alexander walked to your side, taking a seat on your bed beside you. He grabbed hold of your hand like he did at the cabinet meeting and intertwined your fingers.

“Please. It’s simply Alexander.” Alexander smiled. You returned the smile. Eventually you both found yourselves staring at each other. Alexander eventually leaned in and before you knew it the two of you were kissing.

You were interrupted by a loud gasp and clearing of throat. You both jumped away from each toher and Alexander jumped up, standing on his feet. You were both blushing profusely as you turned to a slightly angry Thomas.

“Uhh. Hey Tommy.” You smiled nervously. Thomas’ face lit up and he brought you into a tight hug.

“Thank God you’re alright Y/N!” Thomas said happily before pulling away with a serious expression. “You’re alright but Hamilton won’t be! Why were you kissing my sister, Hamilton?!” Thomas said angrily.

“Thomas! Calm down!” You said, smiling. “I like him. Can I keep him?” You smirked. Alexander walked back over to you and spoke

“And if I have Jefferson’s permission.” Alexander said, rolling his eyes at Thomas. “May I have the honor of courting you Y/N?” Alexander asked. Your face lit up and Thomas sighed.

“Fine. But only because she likes you, Hamilton. But if you hurt her I will kick your fat a-” Thomas began before you cut him off with a death stare. Thomas left the room and left you and Alex alone together.

Thomas always fought with Alexander after that point. He argued with him at Alexander and your wedding. Argued when you gave birth to your first child. And argued in many more years after that but Thomas was happy for you. For once you were thankful for that damn corset.