pure tone

Some “Class 1-A family dorm life” headcanons!

  • Kirishima is the designated spider killer, except he doesn’t kill them, he takes them outside. If someone freaks out they might bite him, he just hardens his hands and grins reassuringly.
  • If someone screams “KAMINARI” in a tone of pure panic, everyone else knows that the person’s laptop or phone is about to die and they haven’t saved their work. Kaminari will vault couches to get to them. It’s probably the most heroic he gets to be on a semi daily basis.
  • Bakugou and Satou are teeth cleaning fiends. They always scold or remind their classmates to brush.
  • It’s second nature for everyone to remove drinks or breakable objects from around Iida when he gets into talking. They don’t even notice anymore.
  • If Shouji isn’t around, Ochako is the second person they go to for getting things down from tall places because she can just float to it.
  • One time Ochako, Iida, Izuku and Todoroki were all out shopping, and Ochako found a great deal (like, great deal) on some kind of frozen food. But it was so warm out that she was worried it would thaw before they got back. Cue a puzzled (but totally fine with it) Todoroki keeping it cold on their way back to the dorms.
  • Bakugou has a little spot in the kitchen reserved for his hot sauces. Someone (read: everyone) keeps adding new kinds to it when he’s not looking. He’s secretly pleased even if he’s pissed he can’t seem to catch anyone in the act.
  • Momo makes fidget toys for everyone around exam times. She carefully personalizes them to stand up to everyone’s Quirks.
  • The boys love to go to Jirou for playlists to work out to. She makes the best ones.

I love how I can be in a different area of my apartment but can tell which Sanders Side is talking purely by the tone of their voice. I love how even though they are all characters Thomas has created, and therefore look and sound like him, there are enough subtle differences in their voices that you can tell who’s speaking even without any context.

I think that just goes to show how incredible talented of an actor/singer Thomas actually is.

“Seventeen Days” (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Fantasy/College AU)

Summary: An angel from heaven is sent back to Earth to prevent college senior Bucky Barnes from ending his life. But here’s the catch - she only has seventeen days to do it.

A/N: i’ve decided to do a special tagging list for this story! please let me know if you’re interested in joining me in the potential mess that is this story. and i know this pace is oddly slow, but bear with me, friends! there’s a reason for it! -j. x

“Seventeen Days” (Masterlist)

Your feet land on a cushy rug, and an audible sigh leaves you. Contrary to popular assumption, the journey from heaven has been a bumpy one. No offense to the technicians of heaven, but there has to be a smoother way to cross the barrier between mortality and the divine.

Clutching your stomach, you lean against the wall for a breather. “Whew, that was horrible,” you let out as your stomach calms down.

“Aren’t you the one who set fire to David Bowie’s cape?”

You snap your head in the direction of the safehouse’s living room. Lounging on a couch is a young blonde sporting glasses and a cap. He studies you with piercing scrutiny, his blue eyes battling with your equally relentless gaze. As this is a safehouse for non-humans, you deduce he’s either a celestial being or a mythical creature in disguise as a human.

“I’ve heard stories, and… Yes, it’s definitely you,” he chuckles, crossing his legs with leisure. “You’re definitely the one who burned Bowie’s cape.”

Crossing your arms against your chest, you frown at the blonde. “I literally just got here. Is that really an appropriate way to greet someone who just made the journey from heaven to Earth?” you cluck.

“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry the ride to Earth wasn’t all rainbows and glitter with the Hallelujah chorus playing in the background?”

You curiously peer at the blonde, giving him the once-over as a pregnant pause blankets the room. A smile slowly invades your lips as you place your hands on your hips. “You’re a sassy grump. We’re either going to get along wonderfully or kill each other,” you confidently conclude.

The blonde snorts out a laugh and stands to his full height, forcing you to tilt your head upwards to meet his eyes. He holds out his hand with a cordial smile. “I’m Steve, Grim Reaper and your official mentor during your stay,” he introduces.

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ah i have such a massive musical crush on salvador. his voice is so fucking pure and timeless and he’s such a darling i just want to give him a cuddle and i could listen to him sing for hours and hours. swoon*

Special Instructions (2/?)

Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website. (AO3)
Rating: M (lots of unnecessary cursing, sexy times in later chapters)
Word Count: ~3300
Chapters: One

i’m shocked by the feedback on this ridiculous fic haha, thanks all. for the fans of hot mess emma, ch3 is the chapter for you lol

reader requested tags: @lenfaz @ilovemesomekillianjones  (and @stubble-sandwich because lbr you pretty much are the reason i didn’t abandon this idea when i was playing around a couple months ago)

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Special instructions: would u buy us more beer? like a lot. i will pay u

“Oh my god, Ems, I think Robin and Regina are getting it on in your room.”

She jumped at the sound of Ruby’s voice yelling in her ear over the sound of the music, then let out a whiny groan.

“Gross, on my bed?” she asked, disgusted at the thought of having to wash her linens before sleeping in them. She was buzzed enough to enjoy the atmosphere but not enough to let her friends fuck in her apartment. “Ugh, let me go stop them before I have to light my mattress on fire.”

Her movements were stilted and she stumbled a little as she walked down her hall. Sure enough, her door was shut and a sock hung from the knob. Her fist banged on the wood.

“Don’t you guys fucking dare! Go to your own apartments for this shit or I’m never inviting you over again. This isn’t college,” she shouted. A muffled grunt that sounded sort of like an apology came from the other side and she figured she’d leave and at least give them a few minutes to collect themselves.

“Emma! Where’s the beer?”

The question came from her brother who was currently losing (horrendously) at beer pong to Elsa, who had surprising accuracy for someone who was drunker than most people in the room.

“Uh, we’re out. I was about to go walk to the convenience store around the corner to get some more.”

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Castiel Imagine

Imagine: Castiel coming when you call for him during a bad dream, and the angel helping you fall back to sleep.

(not my GIF)

Castiel’s anxiously glinting blue eyes observed your tense sweat-sheened drowsing figure bathed in the faint glow of the bedside clock. White knuckles lessening their grip on the cool metal of the angel blade, his worry creased brow gradually softened at the realization you were no longer in distress.

Only seconds ago you wrestled with an all too common disquieting dream. Terrified to the core, you punched through the wall of unconsciousness, calling out to the angel in your sleep, both in the feeble utterance of his name beyond your lips, and in the deafening screams of your soul. As often happened, you calmed the instant he arrived – his very presence in the room having a soothing effect and reinforcing your tenuous hold on slumber. Restless now from the physical discomforts shadowing a vivid nightmare, you fitfully stirred, fabric tangled limbs struggling to shove off cotton sheets drenched in sweat, vacillating at the fine line between awareness and insentience.

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10 Things I Hate About You [b.b au] [1/10]

Master Post

Series Title: 10 Things I Hate About You (AU)
Fandom: MCU
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Stratford!reader, Clint Barton x Stratford!Natasha, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Sharon Carter, mentions of Steve Rogers, mentions of Tony Stark
Warnings: Alternate Universe, mild swearing
Word Count: 1,797
Requested: No
Description: Y/N and Natasha Straford’s house rules say that Nat can’t date until Y/N has a boyfriend, so strings are pulled to set the dour damsel up for a romance. Soon Y/N crosses paths with handsome Bucky Barnes. Will Y/N let her guard down enough to fall for the effortlessly charming Bucky?

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name


Growing up in an upper-middle-class home in California was something that Y/N Stratford had always been thankful for. Being subjected to those assholes that people at her school called boys, however, was not something that she appreciated very much. None of the boys at Y/N’s high school were worth any of her time, in her opinion, and some of the girls there were pretty awful too. Y/N’s sister, on the other hand, totally disagreed. After their mother passed away, Y/N and Nat had started falling out more than ever, and they barely even spoke to one another anymore.

Natasha Statford was the incarnation of all the things that people at Stark High School wanted to be: pretty and popular. That was the extent of it. And not only was Nat shallow and a little bit of an airhead, but she was awful to her older sister, Y/N, and had taken advantage of their dad’s love for his daughters when their mother passed away. Nat wanted to do what everyone else her age did: date a cute boy with a high social rank at their school. Perhaps that was what made Nat the favoured Statford sister. Y/N was just as beautiful as Nat, and even more smart. But she had an antisocial, often abrasive attitude and wanted nothing to do with the losers at their school.

Nat’s best friend, Sharon Carter, was smart enough to befriend Nat in order to climb her way through the social system of their high school, not that Nat would ever realise, and had always had her eye on Steve Rogers; a self-absorbed high school senior and aspiring model. Steve’s affluent best friend Tony was the grandson of the man who founded the high school they all attended, and it only made the two of them even more unbearable. 

At least Y/N had one friend that was worth having: Wanda Maximoff. Wanda was considered to be even more odd than Y/N at Stark, and that was saying something. She wore dark clothing and loved Shakespeare more than anything. People gave her nicknames such as witch, but Wanda only ignored them. One more year of school and Wanda and Y/N would be gone from that hell hole anyway. 

In the morning, Nat and Y/N got to school separately. Nat rode the bus with Sharon in the mornings and Y/N took her old car that she had bought with the money she saved from all of her part-time jobs. Y/N – unlike Natasha – wanted to be responsible for herself and was sure that she would only use her inheritance for paying for college and nothing else. Natasha was already coaxing her father into buying her Prada backpacks and who knows what else. So once Y/N and Nat were out the door, it was almost like they didn’t even know each other.

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Whelp here’s my contribution to the SM Fluff Wars!:D

So glad I kept this until later. This is a colored version of one of my earlier sketches. I don’t draw much potionless so decided to cure that a bit!:)

Steel and Flame III

Part One

Part Two

Here’s the third part of the Steel and Flame series. I got a little carried away, and wrote so much that there’s going to be a fourth part!! I am so happy about the positive feedback btw, thanks guys:)

III. Deprehensio

She brushed her hair with more force than necessary. She secured the hair into a high ponytail, as tight as she could. She put on her fighting gear with meticulous precision. And then, because she couldn’t help herself, she pinched her cheeks, once, twice, to give her pale skin some color- and regretted it an instant later. She had no business making herself look pretty. She had no one to impress.

One last check- everything was in order. She was ready for the day. So Nesta sat down on her bed, folded her hands in her lap, and waited.

Because it was the middle of the night.

She hadn’t slept a single second. Not after crying her eyes out like some ridiculous girl in a romance novel. Nesta, as a matter of fact, didn’t cry; that was more Elain’s thing, pretty, scattered teardrops on her cheeks, trembling lips. Feyre cried too; but with her, it was all weeping for hours and dying despair.

Nesta only cried when she was angry, not because…of other reasons. Such as a boy.

Too many thoughts were whirling in her head, too many questions and feelings, and Nesta could not deal with so many things at once. She had to sort through everything. One thought at a time. First up: Elain.

Her dear sister, who was in Velaris with the Court of Dreams, who dreamt of her mate with longing in her heart. Even when she had not even talked to him once. The two of them had just taken one look at each other and known. Elain had not questioned it- had simply accepted the mating bond, accepted the fact that she had to wait until she saw Lucien again. Even when he was their enemy. Even when he helped keeping their sister, Feyre, captive. Even when his High Lord had conspired with the King of Hybern. Elain did not question it.

So did that mean the mating bond made you blind? Was it not all some illusion, some…trick?

Yet Nesta knew, deep inside her bones, in her core, that Cassian was hers. That he was her mate and she was his. And it made so much sense- they way she seemed to know what he was thinking, the way she liked his company, loved being around him…the way he made her feel. It was the same feeling she had for Elain, and Feyre, but still a different kind…brighter, and more urgent, and more vulnerable.

Nesta had thought that after Thomas, after her father, after all the wrecking and pestering men in her life, she’d never be interested in anyone. But Cassian had made her feel all sort of things when he’d visited her in her house on the other side of the wall, back when she’d still been a human. They hadn’t even kissed; his presence alone had…awakened something in her.

Nesta stood up. Sitting still was impossible. She thought of Feyre- who had also found her mate. Nesta knew that Feyre had been clueless about the mating bond until some creature had told her. And she had directly accepted it as well- because it had been written in the stars even before Feyre’s birth that she’d be with Rhys.

Was it coincidence, that all three of them should find their mates- supposedly a rare, precious, special thing- at the same time? Could Nesta trust that?

And even if it was all true- Feyre and her Rhys had been like magnets, circling closer and closer to each other until they finally collided. Feyre had drawn those stars on the drawer, had spent her days close to the wall; some part of her had maybe always known. And it had taken one look for Elain and Lucien to find out they were mates.

But what about her and Cassian? They had spent months in each other’s presence, and half of that time she’d resented him with every fiber of her being. He’d called her a bitch, a beast, a stupid little girl. No mating bond between them. Why now?

Maybe it was because she had finally let her walls down. Because she had allowed herself to feel again. Because she did not hide from Cassian anymore. There had been that moment yesterday, when he’d put his arm around her and she’d thought that this was exactly what she wanted for the rest of her life.

Nesta buried her face in her hands. What was she going to do now? Should she tell him? Did he know? But he would have said something…maybe he didn’t want the mating bond. Should she pretend nothing had happened? She’d keep it to herself for now. Learn if Cassian knew or not. Talk to Elain.

Her heart beat faster with every minute the sunrise crept closer. And it was not sleepless unrest, but a thrill of anticipation that had her pacing her room until the morning came.

Breakfast was a loud and messy affair. Most Illyrians had been raised in the War Camps where eating manners were not exactly on top of priorities. Nesta had grown used to bottles flying through the air, wings sweeping plates to the floor and fights breaking out every now and then.

But after breakfast, those warriors proved why they were so feared throughout Prythian- why they were so important in the war against Hybern.

That was when Cassian inspected his troops.

The whole regiment stood as one on a field outside the camp- all in their fighting leathers, wings spread wide, they waited for their commander to address them.

Nesta knew that she was not required to attend. She was not Illyrian. She was not Part of Rhys’ and Feyre’s army. But there was something about watching Cassian step in front of all these brutish warriors, power radiating from him…walking up and down the lines of Illyrians and tell them about the newest developments, what was going right and wrong in their preparations for war…it was fascinating to watch him transform into this male full of authority. The pure command in his tone made her shiver sometimes.

Today was different, though. Today Nesta knew that Cassian was her mate. She was not only watching him- she could feel him through their bond. He was upset about something, she sensed that. Upset about something he’d planned for quite some time now but hadn’t managed to do. And he was tired and a little bit worn out.

There was a very unsettling realization Nesta had about this bond between them: it had not appeared just now. It had been there the whole time. She just hadn’t recognized it as such before. She had scolded herself for being so invested into what Cassian was thinking…when really, she could not have changed that. It had been the bond, the whole time.

Cassian dismissed his troops. And turned around to Nesta.

Looking at him was different, too. He still wore that mask of a brutal, heartless commander- but she saw what was right underneath that, her loving, gentle, wonderful Cassian. The bond between them buzzed at that. And the thought was in her mind before she could help it- loving Cassian could be very, very easy.

Loving Cassian was very, very easy-

And wanting him, too. Nesta had been attracted to him before, but now…this sudden need to touch him, to be with him surged through her whole body. It took everything in her to stop herself from storming over to him, grabbing him by the collar and crashing her lips against his.

Nothing on Cassian’s face showed that he might knew what she was thinking, not even when he walked over to her. No sign that he knew they were mates, no sign that he felt the bond between them as well.  

“Nesta”, he said by way of greeting. “I take that you’re better again?”

Better? Right- she’d slammed the door in his face yesterday evening. She’d forgotten about that. Finding out about the mating bond had overshadowed everything else.

“Yes”, she said, but her voice was husky and it sounded more like a crow’s caw. She cleared her throat. “Yes”, she repeated, louder this time.

Cassian stared at her.

“What?”

“Are you all right?”

“Yes?”

“Something’s different with you.” He narrowed his eyes. “I felt your stare on me all morning. And yesterday you ran away from me. Did I do something? If I did, you have to tell me, because we”-

“You did absolutely nothing”, Nesta breathed. “Really. I’m fine now.”

Cassian did not look convinced. “You better be. We’re needed at the House of Wind today. Rhys has to go over the plans one last time- the plans to get to Feyre.”

Right. Feyre. Rhys. The war. There were things more important- more urgent than their mating bond. She should really keep this hidden for now- betray nothing of her new knowledge. After the war was over, she’d talk to Cassian about it. When everything had settled down. When Feyre was back safely. Until then…she’d stay close to Cassian. She’d make sure that no one hurt him. And she’d find out whether or not…he felt something for her. If he knew about them being mates.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”, Cassian asked again. “Because you’re staring at me.”

Nesta blinked. “Oh.”

A half grin. “I mean, I know I’m irresistible…”

Some other time, Nesta would have scoffed at that arrogant statement and snapped something nasty back. Now, she couldn’t think of anything- because he was irresistible. The need to be close to him grew stronger and stronger by the second. She swallowed. Her hand was trembling. Her mate was standing in front of her, and her body demanded that she did something about that.

The teasing look in Cassian’s eyes was replaced by something else when he noticed her behavior- when his gaze dropped, for the smallest second, down to her lips. Something raw and very honest. Was she swaying toward him? Was he stepping closer to her?

“Rhys expects us in one hour”, he rasped. Forced himself to speak. “We should go. I’ll fly us there”-

Her body sang at the prospect of spending an hour in his arms. One hour, so close to her mate…

He scanned her outfit. Her body sang as that as well. “Are you ready to leave right now? I don’t want to waste any time.”

“Yes”, she said. Touch me, touch me, touch me.

“Hey.” He hooked one finger under her chin and made her look at him. “I was worried about you yesterday. If you’re not okay- please say something. Maybe I pushed you too far- I shouldn’t have made you continue training when you wanted to leave.”

Nesta closed both her hands over his wrist. “Cassian”, she said softly. “I promise. Everything is completely fine. I’m fine- there’s nothing you did wrong.”

Relief, unending relief, and a small spark of confusion washed through the bond. But nothing on his face betrayed he felt the same attraction, the same need to be close to her when he gathered her gently in his arms and surged high into the air. 

“That is out of question!”, Nesta yelled. “Elain is not going to be a bait, she is not going to put herself in danger”-

“She has agreed to it!”, Cassian answered, his voice raised. “And we need her. This is the plan.”

“I want to see her”, Nets demanded. “This is not going to happen. I want to talk to her.”

“She’ll be back in a few hours.” Mor, who was lounging in a giant arm chair, gestured to the mountain range behind them. “She’s out with Amren.”

“Right”, Nesta snorted. “Out with Amren. Always out with Amren. Is that when you make her compliant to your schemes? When you make her willing to sacrifice herself?”

Cassian looked like he wanted to grab and shake her. “She is not going to sacrifice herself, you stupid girl!”

Stupid?”

“Don’t you understand? They are mates. Lucien and Elain. When she goes into Spring Court territory, he’ll know and he’ll find her. She can talk to Feyre, gather as much information as much as possible, and then return to us!”

Nesta slapped a hand on the table on which war maps, wine glasses and letters were spread out. “That’s where you are wrong!”

Cassian crossed his arms. “Am I?”

“You usually are”, she flared. “Feyre is being held like a prisoner by that- Tamlin. Why should Lucien not do the same? You said yourself that he will want to find her- to keep her.”

“Because”, Cassian breathed, “they are mates, by the cauldron. Mates can not hurt each other. They know what the other is thinking. Lucien would never want to harm Elain. If she says she wants to leave, he’ll let her go.”

“What if Tamlin doesn’t want to let her go?” Nesta was breathing hard. “What if he decides that the Night Court is to dangerous, that Elain should stay?”

Cassian looked unimpressed. “I trust Lucien. He’ll try and do what Elain wants.”

“You’re trusting our enemy? You don’t even know him!”

“Fine!”, Cassian hissed, and suddenly he was close to her, towering above her, his mouth so near to hers. “I don’t trust Lucien, but I trust that damned mating bond. It’s the strongest thing there is. You can’t fight against it. You don’t want to.”

What madness made Nesta speak the next words, she didn’t know. “And how would you know so much about the mating bond?”

“Because I rutting know what it”-

Cassian stopped short, a sudden look of terror in his eyes. As if he had said too much. And turned around, so quickly he almost hit Nesta in the face with his wings.

Mor shot out of her seat. She was looking at Cassian, then back at Nesta. And again at Cassian. Something like understanding dawned on her face- a realization. “We should talk about this later, when Rhys is here”, she said, a little louder than necessary. “And I forgot that I needed to discuss something with Azriel. Cassian, if you want, you can come- it’s about the Hewn City, some murder”-

Cassian stormed out of the room without looking back at Nesta.

Mor let out a long sigh. “It’s very stressful for all of us”, she said. “Things are changing- our High Lady is captive in another court- Rhys is not himself. Don’t be mad at Cassian for trying to fix things.”

Nesta nodded, face set in stone- but her mind was elsewhere.

Because I rutting know what it- feels like?

Was that what Cassian had wanted to say? Because I rutting know what the mating bond feels like? The terrified look on his face, the way he had stopped short in his sentence…

“He’s always tried to fix things”, Mor continued. “Between us and our enemies- between Azriel and me. But he does it because he is so loyal and because he thinks it’s best. He wouldn’t send Elain to the Spring Court if he thought it was dangerous. He would long have stopped playing the buffer between Azriel and me if he didn’t…care about the two of us.”

Nesta nodded absentmindedly.

“He’s stopped, now”, Mor said. “Playing the buffer. He’s stopped ever since he met you.”

That ripped Nesta out of her thoughts. “What?”

But Mor had already turned away. “Elain will be back in a few hours”, she said. “You can talk to her then.”

And she left Nesta, alone, confused, mad at Cassian- and at the same time, her stupid heart beat so fast because of what he had said.

I know. I know what the mating bond feels like.

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Night fell. Waiting for Elain, Nesta wandered through the endless halls of the House of Wind. Everything was pretty here: the white marble floors, the ceilings, the art. But she found herself missing the winds of the Illyrian steppes- the wild mountains under an endless sky. Nesta had always been unhappy with her ordered, restrained life. There, she felt free. From everything.

She had known for a while now where her feet were taking her- because the bond was tugging and pushing, directing her towards her mate.

Cassian.

He was on a small balcony when she found him, opened towards Velaris. The city gleamed against the night, a thousand small fires brightening the dark. He sat on a bench, his left wing tilted forwards. It looked like he was stroking his wing- applying something to it, rather. She stepped closer.

“It’ll take months before they stop hurting”, Cassian said. He didn’t even turn around. “Months before I am- myself again.”

“You’re already yourself.” Nesta walked to over to him. “You managed to fly us both here.”

There was a smile in his voice. “Because I wanted to impress the lady in my arms.”

She stepped around the bench to face him. He was applying some sort of yellowish glibber to the part where a bruise, swollen and red, drew a long line over his wing.

“You can’t reach it”, Nesta said. “Let me.”

“No.”  

“I allowed you to take care of my arm yesterday, remember?”

“And then you ran away and refused to talk to me.”

“And who, pray tell, ran away earlier?”

“Cauldron, woman.” Cassian stopped applying the salve to look at her. “I suppose I’ll never get the last word with you.”

Nesta only raised a brow and stretched her hand out. “Give it here.”

“I’m signing my own death sentence”, Cassian grumbled and handed her the salve. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Oh, hush.” She dropped a finger in the salve, handed it back to him and stepped close to his left wing. Cassian hissed when she smeared the cool glibber onto the scar.

“Does it hurt?”, she asked.

He laughed, a little desperate. “Among other things.”

“About Elain and Lucien.” Nesta couldn’t help herself. “Them being mates. They both knew…at the exact same time, didn’t they?”

Cassian went still under her hands. “Yes”, he said, softly. “It appears so.”

Some mad force inside Nesta pushed her to keep talking. “So…is it always like that? You know someone’s your mate when you look at them?”

Cassian took a deep breath. “Well, from what I’ve heard, it’s different for every…mated couple. Some take one look at each other and know. Some are so broken that they don’t recognize their mate. For some, it’s like a dawning realization- they suspect, and fall in love, and the mating bond is there one day. But at the same time, it’s always been there.”

“Hmm.” Do you know, do you know, do you know? “And…would the bond always lock in place for both simultaneously?” She wiped her finger clean on her shirt.  

Cassian laughed, a little unsure. “I suppose not- when people are broken or isolated- when they build walls around themselves- it can happen that one of them- maybe- realizes it later than the other.”

Nesta drew one finger over his wing, a soft part that had been spared from the damage. “And do you have a mate?”

Madness, that was the reason. Madness was driving her to ask this question. Had she not sworn herself that she would wait before dealing with this mess?

Cassian closed his hand over her wrist. “Why.”

She freed herself from his grasp, took a step back. “Curiosity.” She kept all emotions out of her voice, all evidence of the truth out of her features…because you’re my mate, and I am dying for you to know.

Cassian shook his head. “Liar.” He scanned her face. “Why do you want to know that, Nesta?”

“Why do you care?”, she asked.

He let out a small breath. “I’ve been asking myself that question ever since I met you.”  

“And do you have an answer?” Do you have a mate?

He stood up. He wings flared out to both sides behind him. “Why did you ask that question?”

“Answer it first, then I might tell you!”

He stepped closer and raised one hand to brush a lock of hair out of her face. His hand lingered on her cheek. “Nesta”, he breathed. “Please. Don’t toy with me. I don’t think I can survive that.”

Oh. Oh.

There.

There it was. The answer. He knew. She could hear it through the bond, bright and clear- he knew. She could feel his affection for her, his love.

He knew they were mates.

Cassian brought his left hand to her other cheek. Just looked at her. Waiting.  

To hell with it. To hell with keeping quiet. Her mate was in front of her. She wanted to shout it into the world. “Yesterday”, Nesta started, her voice breaking a little. “Something happened. When I sat next to you.”

Cassian looked so afraid while she was talking- as if she held his whole heart, his whole life in her hands and could break it just like that. She wasn’t even sure he was breathing anymore.

She swallowed. “I just relaxed. I didn’t- I didn’t think, for once. And then it happened. It was like someone had hit me in the guts- and suddenly- suddenly”- Nesta threw her hands in the air. “Cauldron, Cassian, you know what I’m going to say!”

He smiled like a gods- damned idiot. “Maybe I do, sweetheart. Maybe I want to hear you say it.”

Nesta laughed, his grin was so contagious. “You stupid Illyrian.” She put her hands over his. One inch closer, and she would kiss him.

“Say it”, Cassian laughed. They were so close to each other his nose bumped against hers and Nesta swayed forward and then they were kissing.

It was a funny thing. They had taunted and teased each other- she had driven him mad, he had made her lose her mind- they had danced around each other for so long, Nesta would have thought their first kiss was going to be dramatic, passionate, wild and urgent. The result of an argument they had been having for a long time.

But this was the exact opposite. This was happiness in itself, carelessness, slowness: both of them laughing, breaking away from each other to catch their breath, giggling like small children. Cassian kissed one corner of her mouth, then the other-

“You’re my mate, by the way”, Nesta whispered, breathless. “I meant to tell you.”

“Been waiting for that”, Cassian murmured before he kissed her again and his hand wandered to cup the back of her head. “For a rutting long time.”

Nesta broke away from him, took a deep breath. “You say it, too.”

Cassian grinned, his eyes crinkling. He had never been more beautiful. “My little Nesta.”

“Little”, she hissed, but that could not sweep the smile off her face.

He drew his thumb along her check. “My mate.”

She didn’t kiss him at that; instead, she wrapped her arms around him as tight as she could and buried her face in his chest. His wings wrapped them both up in darkness; and it was there that Nesta- for the first time in her life- felt truly happy.  

Deprehensio- the act of coming upon and catching

Different (Jaebum Smut)


Type: smut
Requested: yes
A/n: I’m not particularly good at dom!reader smuts so please forgive me


You soothed a piece of hair behind your ear as you smirked at jb under you. He was pulling at his restraints the currently kept him from touching you. He didn’t like the idea of not being able to touch you but it was only fair, after all of his teasing recently, that you got your payback. You loved the way he looked in this moment. Sweat covering his toned body, pure need in his facial expressions and noises. “Baby please..” he practically whined. You ran your fingers over the tent in his pants. “Only good boys get what they want.” You hummed. You could feel him bucking his hips upwards in order to make contact with your body but you pushed him down. You lowered yourself and grinded down onto him painfully slow. He looked at you with hooded eyes and licked his lips. The more pressure you put the harder it was for him to remain calm. He threw his head back and clenched his jaw. “What do you need baby?” You soothed as you leaned into him to start kissing his neck. He groaned. “I want to be in you. I w-want you around me- just something please.” He begged. You started to remove the rest of jb’s clothing. His red erection springing free. You could see how bad he needed you. You removed your clothes and crawled back on top of him. You took his member in your hand to relive some of the tension. You adjusted and slid him into you. Jb moaned out as you bit your lip. “Fuck you’re so hot like this..” jb groaned.

Sorry it ended on a weird note. I didn’t know how to finish this. Let me know if you guys want part 2 ;)

2 A.M

A/N: So this is the second installment of my apparently new A.M series that I didn’t even knew I needed on my blog. You can read Luke’s version here

Pairing: Y/N/College!Michael

Rating: PG-All

Request: No

Words: 6.000+

Summary: Y/N’s and Michael’s hate for each other won’t get any better when they’re paired up for a science project. And when a thunderstorm appears and Y/N isn’t safe to walk home she has to stay at Michael’s dorm against her will

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Please Don’t Do This.

I love her. Please don’t do this.

He would beg for her life a thousand times over. He hates that he has to.

(Set during 04x08 because I believe we were robbed of a scene where Murphy and Emori reunite after Clarke injects herself with Luna’s bone marrow.)

When the doors close and Murphy is alone, he lets the tears fall.

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.  

When they first saw Becca’s house, they planned to remain even when the others went home. He wanted free reign of the kitchen. She wanted to learn how to reprogram the drones. He had laced his fingers through hers and kissed her scarred knuckles while she mapped out their future by tracing a finger over the scarred kitchen counter. He had heard her laugh through the halls and swore to never be without it again.

He loves her. And he regrets not telling her.

He slumps against the ladder, cool metal pressed against his warm forehead. He listens hard for any sound, any sign of her survival, and his stomach twists into knots at the silence.

He should have listened to her. He should have taken her fear as a warning. He shouldn’t have been comfortable in his complacency. Guilt eats a hole in his stomach. [Read on Ao3]

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Bad Little Girl - Pt 2 (M)

Hella long.
Smut from start to finish.

Originally posted by flouki

Originally posted by nya-fangirl

Previously; 

As Jun massaged the redden, hand print ridden areas; Nichk finally let up on you. A soft giggle flowed out of him as he traced the area he practically latched onto with his fingertips, “So pretty..” He purred beside your ear, “I can’t wait to bruise you up babygirl.”


His lewd words led your mind to go wild with thoughts of what they’d do to you, a soft whine flowed out of your parted lips the moment you felt the wetness between your legs completely soak through the silky fabric of your panties. 
“Daddy… Please.. “ You whimpered out, your eyes still completely fixated on Jun’s teasing hand. 

“What princess?” He asked, peering up at you through his heavy-lidded eyes; licking those plush lips of his. Pushing up your dress, exposing your heavily drenched panties- a soft groan of approval flowed out of the two of them, “Wow-” Jun chuckled, running his thumb along the outline of his lower lip. “-Looks like our little slut really, really wants us Khunnie..” 

Nichk smoothly sank down to the floor beside Jun to get a better look at your drenched cunt, “Fuck.” He hissed just as he roughly groped your voluptuous thighs, “You’re so fucking wet, little one..” Licking his lips, he turned to the other man as his fingertips scraped along your inner thigh. “What do you think we should do Hyung? Should we do what we talked about?- or should we give our slut what she wants?” 

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As The Storm Approaches (J.Jones) Part Two

PAIRING/S: Reader/Jughead, Reader/Veronica, Betty/Jughead
WARNINGS: Mentions of Depression
WORDS: 1895

(A/N This is so much longer than I anticipated omg)

As The Strom Approaches Part One

ROLLING out of bed that morning was in the least to say, quiet annoying. Surprisingly your head still laid in Veronica’s arms and Archie was still fast asleep at your feet. He was curled into the foetal position which didn’t look to appealing and you wouldn’t be surprised if he woke with a kink in his neck. It was almost 7, which meant you should all be up and getting ready for school by now. Your body felt drained of every inch of life from prior nights’ events. The sun was shining brightly through your window, and was just another thing to add to your ever-growing list of annoying things to start your day. Usually hearing the birds chirping from your window, would put a small smile on your face but today there was nothing.

Reluctantly, you shook Veronica’s arm, if it were any other day you would have let her sleep, feeling bad from having to deal with your break down the prior night. But you knew, it would only come back to kick you later if you didn’t wake her with enough time for her to prepare for herself for the day. Starting with her ‘morning routine,’ even though it seemed utterly ridiculous to you, you knew she wouldn’t be the same if she couldn’t get her tasks done. “V,” You shook her again. “Veronica, we have school. You need to wake up.” With a groan, she rolled onto her back, letting you out of her arms. Her eyes sleepily flickered open to briefly stare at the ceiling before turning and giving you a small smile. In which you return, before turning your attention to the sleeping ginger. 

You rolled your eyes and sent foot in the direction to Archie’s chest pushing him off the bed. You hear a loud screech and a thud from Archie’s body hitting the ground, you heard the addition of Veronica’s laughter in the background, “Time to wake up Arch. We have school.”

“What the Fuck, Y/N” Archie said with a groggy voice. “You didn’t have to push me off the bed.” He sat up just enough for to make eye contact with you over the beds edge, staring at you with tight lips, but you knew he was trying not to laugh, keeping up the 'angry’ façade. You sent your brother the puppy dog look, as Veronica’s voice echoed in your ear, her voice came out as a whisper which was intriguing to say the least.

“Hey Y/N?” She said, you turned your head in her direction noting that she was just staring past you. “Um,” You squint your eyes in confusion before turning to look behind you as a figure emerges from your window.

“Jughead?” You question. You must have surprised him, as he tumbled slightly forward from the windowsill. “What are you doing here?” He glanced up and met your eyes, glancing behind you to find Veronica who was indeed sending him a glare and Archie’s face sporting a weary look from the floor.

“Oh,” he said, brushing the curl that hung from his beanie out of his eyes. “I didn’t know you were all going to be here.”

“And where else would we be Jughead?” Veronica’s tone was full of anger, which by the look on Jughead’s face has him even more confused than before.

“V,” You said warningly. “He didn’t kno-”

“No, Y/N.” You look down at your hands, playing with your fingers, you sighed, knowing this wasn’t going to end well.  “You want to know why we’re here Jughead?” Veronica’s eyes widen as she watched Jughead’s blank face stare back, still confused as before. She continued before he could get a word in, “We are here.” She paused to confirm that she still in fact had Jughead’s attention. “Because you weren’t.” Her voice was pure ice, her tone piercing even you with a sense of guilt. Archie let out a sharp breath, almost recoiling at the dark-haired girl’s words. You glanced up to meet Jughead’s eyes, but he was focused on the ground, the look of his face still conveyed confusion, which you were getting sick and tired of seeing. Watching him silently, his eyes widened the tiniest bit before he glances back at you. A wave of sorrow washed across his face as he looked at you, eyes pleading for any form of response.

“Jug.” Archie’s voice entered the atmosphere, gaining both yours and Jughead’s attention. “I think you should leave.” Jughead glanced back at you, looking for any sign at all to stay, in which in response you remained stone faced. With a sigh, he shook his head, and climbed down the window.

The room was still filled with tension after Jughead’s departure, the air felt so thick that you would have trouble cutting through it with a knife. Despite being confused as to why he had chosen now to come see you, you stood from your bed with a sigh and said with a wavering tone, “I’m going to shower; I’ll see you guys at school. Don’t wait up.“ You walked out of the room, not waiting for any response and headed to the bathroom.

Walking into school alone that morning had you filled with dread. You hadn’t seen Jughead since this morning but knowing him (which you rarely did nowadays), he was probably with Betty working on the Blue and Gold.   You had taken the long way to school, as you tried to collect your thoughts about the whole Jughead situation. You had decided that you were going to confront Jughead as of today but of what you were still undecided.

Wandering through the halls of your school, scanning your surroundings for his signature grey beanie as you passed down isles of students leaning against their lockers waiting for the school bell to ring signalling that the day of horror had begun. Sighing, you headed to the room where the blue and gold was written, passing Kevin and Veronica, sending them both a small smile and a nod before arriving at the thin blue door separating you and your future relationship with Jughead Jones, whatever relationship that may be. You took a deep breath and your stomach filled with butterflies as you stepped in front of the door and glanced through the small window.

Placing your hand of the door handle, you scanned the room, from the dusting computer desks in the corner to the ‘murder board.’ Betty and Jughead stood with their backs toward the door, looking as if they were in deep conversation. Jughead turned to look at Betty, standing directly in front of the blonde girl. He took a deep breath and raised his hand cupping Betty’s cheek, with a small smile. Your eyes widened as you watched the scene play out, you bit your bottom lip as you begin to feel it tremble. Words past between the two, before Jughead nodded his head and leant in to kiss Betty.

Your eyes began to tear up, and you brought your hand up to cover your mouth. His eyes remained opened and his gaze caught the movement of your hand, he stepped back and watched you from his spot, Betty looking puzzled at the boy and turned to see what he was staring at. With wide eyes the blonde-haired girl, pushed her friend backward and said something that you couldn’t hear. Before you saw him move you stepped back and begin to rush down the corridor, tears threated to leave your eyes as a hand clasped around your wrist stopping you in your spot.

With a sigh, you turned and faced the boy. “I-I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” You let out a short laugh, “Why didn’t you tell me you liked Betty?” You smiled up at him, trying to make light of the situation. Jughead opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Betty stepped out of the door behind him and looked at the two of you, you set her a friendly smile before glancing back at Jughead. “Why’d you come to my room this morning?”

“I-I ah, I wanted to talk to you.” He said.

“Okay I already figured that, why couldn’t that wait until later today?” You looked down, eyes focused on his hand wrapped around your wrist. He sucked in a deep breath.

“Look. Y/N. I love you.”

“And I love you too, we are supposed to be best friends Jug.” You paused, glancing back at him. “So, why didn’t you tell me you liked Betty?”

“No, look. Y/N, I’m in love with you.” You let out a loud laugh, and shook your head.

“You were just about to Kiss, Betty! You can’t tell me; you love me not even five minutes after you almost kiss her! What is that supposed to say to me, if you can just bounce between Betty and me? Huh?”

“Y/N, I” He sucked in a breath and let go of your wrist.

“You what Jughead?  Tell me the truth, spit it out.” You were absolutely fuming by now; all the pent-up emotions were on the verge of spilling out. Your lip had begun to bleed from the amount of pressure from it pressed between your teeth, “You have been ignoring me for weeks, blowing me off to hang out with Betty at the Diner-Yeah I saw you there last night, I thought we were Best Friends Jug, how hard would it have been to just tell me you had feelings for her! I wouldn’t have cared, I would have been happy for yo-“ Your yelling which had now brought in a substantial amount of people was abruptly cut off by a pair of warm lips placed on your own. A rough hand rested on the small of your back and one was rested in the crook of your neck. The scent of the boy was intoxicating; your hand was subconsciously placed on his cheek and your head had been tilted upwards in the slightest for him to be able to capture your lips. You moved your lips in sync for the slightest of seconds before he pulled away, you felt his breathe fan across your cheek. Your eyes remained closed as you heard him speak.

“I was nervous. Y/N, I-I had never kissed anyone before and I asked Betty for help. I, um didn’t want to kiss you, not knowing what I was doing, I didn’t want to make a fool of myself because I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t mean to ignore you, I just, Betty was trying to help me prepare to ask you on a date.” He took in a deep breath; your eyes had opened by now and you glanced up at the boy. You couldn’t recall a time in your life where you had ever seen Jughead Jones nervous. You let out a laugh and brought both of your hands up to his face, you focused on his small moles that loitered his skin before bringing your lips back up to his and placing a soft kiss before pushing his chest, and grabbing his hand.

“I hadn’t even told you that I liked you yet Jones. You don’t go around kissing girls before you even know. “You sent a smile at the boy who had an amused look on his face. “Next time just ask.”

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A/N GUYS! hello, yes. how was this? it was okay I think, it might be a bit rushed? idk, its 1:30AM and I just finished it so I hope its okay! Thanks for reading!! I honestly appreciate it a lot!!

I’ll be creating a Master List when I begin to write more because I think they are cool lmao

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babybrotherdean  asked:

!!! John with small babies pre-fire doing. Baby things. ??? Being cute and soft, maybe. ;-;

Mary left a small basket full of flowers on the table. She’d meant to arrange them, put them in a vase, but now Dean’s gotten to them, and John’s just sitting there, watching him pick them up one by one and squish them together and separate them again. He’s putting them on the table side by side, making small piles of them; the only time John intervenes is when he starts picking petals off the white one, whatever it is.

“Hey, now. Mommy’s not going to be happy if you ruin her flowers.”

“Mm,” Dean says and sits down, watching the flower a little dejectedly.
Then he puts it back down on the table and grabs a bunch of other ones, making a small bouquet in his hand. He offers it towards his father with a smile that makes his round cheeks puff.

John chuckles quietly, lifting baby Sam a little higher up over his arm so that he can accept the bouquet from Dean. The kid on his lap makes a whiny sound and his face crumples up for a moment before he figures that things are still good and nobody’s waking him up abruptly. Dean toddles forwards, leaning to and over John’s leg: he examines his small brother for a moment before making a happy sound and looking at John.

“He’s so tiny,” he says then in that childish tone of pure content happiness that he often wears on him, “And so dumb.”

“Don’t say that about your brother. I bet he’s really, really smart.”

“He’s a dumb baby.”

John laughs.
“You’ll see.”

“Hey, Dad.”

“Yeah, buddy?”

“Can you put a flower behind my ear like - like in the cartoons?”

A small smile lingers on John’s face as he nods.
“Sure I can. Pick the best and I’ll make sure it stays put.”

Dean comes back with the white flower he was about to abuse earlier, and he hands it to John looking somewhat nervously excited. John straightens the flower’s stem and puts it behind Dean’s earlobe, pulls it back a little so that the flower touches the skin and balances itself so that it doesn’t fall off right away.

Further away, the door opens: Mary’s back home. John rests his hand on Dean’s shoulder and looks him in the eye.

“Go say hi to your mom,” he tells him in a secretive voice, “See if she notices anything different.”

Dean nods excitedly and rushes away. His small steps pitter-patter away as John leans back to the couch and closes his eyes.

Yeah, a nap wouldn’t hurt.