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The Moon Must be Full - mandaree1 - Steven Universe (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: The Moon Must be Full

Status: Oneshot

Summary: Stevonnie likes visiting Kiki on the job.

Rating: K

Pairing: Kivonnie (Kiki x Stevonnie) squish

I’ve seen screenshots of the newest comic, and the message it conveys sounds epic. Also- these two are adorable.

The background to this is Kiki is gray-aro and Stevonnie is aro-ace. They’re in a very comfortable squish together. They’re very happy!

Everyone is of age in this story.

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Rings and Cake and Forever

FMAB, Post-Promised Day

She so valiantly fought off silly thoughts of wedding dresses,
and rings and cakes and forever. It was going well enough until- 
“Have you ever loved someone, Miss Riza?”

Pairing  Royai

Rating K

a/n the lil drabble you write when you get stuck on your lil fic when you’re stuck on your other lil fic when you’re stuck on your enormous multi-chapter fic. in the world of my fics about EdWin’s wedding, Very Well and Three and the one I’m stuck on.  

 Enjoy <3 

ff
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Winry’s bachelorette party came to a close 
in the most innocent of ways:
a slumber party.

The girls all piled up in the den, a castle of pillows
and blankets and stuffed animals.
It was warm and fuzzy, and much of it pink.

The whole lot of them, stomachs stuffed with sugar,
light and bubbling with champagne,
snuggled into the hard wood
like it was a large, fluffy summertime cloud.  

Each one of them slept with a soft smile,
no doubt dreaming of white dresses,
and rings, and cake,
and forever.

Each one of them slept,
aside from Riza. 

She sat propped up against the couch,
holding her novel close
utilizing as much of the porch light as she could.

Riza brought it with her knowing she wouldn’t be able to sleep.
It was the wedding, she was sure. Weddings always seemed
to throw everyone for a loop. 

In result, Riza hadn’t gotten much rest.
It wasn’t a crisis, just an inconvenience.

So, she brought her novel and kept herself distracted,
most valiantly fighting the silly thoughts of white dresses,
and rings, and cake,
and forever.

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Is This Some Kind Of Magic - MikeWritesThings - 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Edogawa Ranpo/Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo & Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo & Fukuzawa Yukichi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo & Edgar Allan Poe & Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), (implied) Ozaki Kouyou/Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs)
Characters: Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Sakaguchi Ango (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nearly Headless Nick, The Fat Friar, Fukuzawa Yukichi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Minerva McGonagall
Additional Tags: Ghosts/Free Day, Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting, Harry Potter AU, Ranpo Tests Out Some Gay Things On Poe, For Science!, Poe Is A Bit In Denial, Nick Attempts To Be The Best Ghostly Wingman, Dad Fukuzawa, lowkey, Akiko Is Best Friend ™, tfw when this entire one shot is longer than all the others combined, Magic Duels, References to Canon, bsd rarepair week
Series: Part 7 of BSD Rarepair Week
Summary:

Ranpo Edogawa–fifth year, and a person of interest to Edgar Allan Poe.

I’m not posting the submission in the post today due to it being over 8,000 words long and accidentally assaulting mobile users with it.

'Tis The Season.[Newt Scamander Drabble Series].

I freaking live for Holiday fics. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t listening to Ms. Believer By Twenty One Pilots on repeat when writing this, so if you wanna listen to it while reading, go ahead! It’s under a read more bc it’s really long so lol.

Originally posted by newdscamander

Title: ‘Tis The Season.
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader.
Words: 3891. (5 Total Drabbles.)
Rating: K.


No.1

“Don’t you know what mistletoe is?” You asked from across the table as Newt rose his eyebrows to the sound of your voice. Jacob was beside you, concentrating a bit too heavily on Queenie as she stood with her back to him. She was talking to Tina about something you couldn’t quite hear. You weren’t even sure how the conversation swayed this way, but it may have been when Jacob began talking about No-Maj holiday traditions. Queenie and Tina seemed familiar enough with a mistletoe, but Newt seemed slightly puzzled.

“I do.” Newt said softly, “But, what if the case of… Not wanting to kiss rises? Are the people under it given the choice of a handshake rather than a kiss?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Jacob finally inquired. “It doesn’t have to be on the lips, one on the cheek is just fine, right?”

“No!” Queenie gasped and turned around, “It’s romantic, ain’t it? It’s gotta be on the lips.” Tina laughed at Queenie’s sudden defense against such a No-Maj Holiday tradition. “You can’t tell me you wouldn’t kiss (Name) under a mistletoe, Mr. Scamander.”

Newt got quiet in front of you and stared down at the table with his sparkling green eyes. He smiled, or at least tried to. His mouth quirked to the side momentarily. Queenie had surely read his mind, catching just enough to know what the real deal was. “Please, don’t.”

“He would, honey.” Queenie turned her attention to you and gave a warm smile, “He wouldn’t give you a handshake.”

“Well, that’s good to know, right?” Jacob laughed and looked at you as a blush hit your cheeks.

“Good to know.” You repeated and looked at Newt, who was equally smothered in such a thought.

“I got a mistletoe right here.” Queenie raised her right hand and released it. It hovered in the air. “Wouldn’t you want to kiss (Name), Mr. Scamander?”

The answer was a ‘yes’, Queenie was certainly aware of this. But, it was all fun and games right now. A sort of festive feeling rose into your chest as you looked at Newt, who had yet to answer plainly. “You know the answer to that, Queenie.” He finally spoke, tilting his seated body to the side. 

“Yeah, but (Name) doesn’t.” With a wave of her wand, Queenie placed the mistletoe between the two of you and bit her bottom lip. She looked at Jacob and gave a rather flirtatious grin before saying, “Aren’t cha gonna kiss her, Mr. Scamander? It’s a holiday tradition, kiss her.” Queenie almost whined but managed to contain herself long enough to watch with bright blue eyes as Newt picked up your hand.

He kissed your knuckles, giving a knowing smile to you before dropping it once again. “I prefer to kiss her without so many watchful eyes.” Newt finally said and sat back in his seat. He didn’t quite let his eyes leave yours as he spoke a bit deeper, “that’s all you’re getting.”

“I’m quite satisfied with that.” You teased and laughed quietly.

Queenie popped her mouth open, “But…” She swallowed and pouted, “A kiss…”


No.2.

Snow was spilling from the bright night sky outside. It would catch into the ledge of your windows, some of it melting from the heat of the inside and some of it staying cold. Some condensation was apparent, but not too much. In the right corner of your living room sat a leather suitcase that you knew all to well. A jacket was placed very delicately over it, along with a scarf. Across from those items, you stood.

You stared at the bare tree in front of you and tilted your head in thought. It was bare in the sense that nothing was on it other than the string of lights that were placed before. They were turned on, giving your face a sort of angelic glow, or at least Newt thought. It was in a good spot, sitting in the corner of your living room, far away from the fireplace that it didn’t spark any potential danger for setting your apartment on fire. Biting your bottom lip, you heard Newt shuffling through the decorations you had placed very carefully inside of a box. There were so many things left unsaid, things that didn’t actually need words as he began gently taking the ornaments out of their packages.

This was something he hadn’t done in what felt like his entire life, though there may have been a memory here and there of decorating a tree with his parents when he was still a wee child. Tracing a simply gold, glass ornament in his hands, he sat up and stepped a few carefully placed paces to stand beside you. You looked over at him, holding your hand out for the ornament.

His green eyes shone in the light of the fireplace as he handed it to you, your fingertips grazing against his palms as you took it. Raising your hands, you clasped it onto the tree. “Thank you.” You whispered quietly as he bent down and grabbed another ornament. This one was blue, reflecting the Christmas lights on the tree as Newt leaned forward and put it on this time.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had spent quality time around someone during the Holiday’s. During the past ten or so years, it had been a constant move with him. He hadn’t been in one place too long. He didn’t have time to celebrate. That didn’t mean Newt didn’t grasp onto the last standing memories he had of spending them with his family.

“It’s beautiful.” Newt said, swallowing after he did. He was trying to contain the swirl of emotions hitting his chest like a big wave. “Really.”

“We’ve only got two ornaments on it.” You laughed, wrapping an arm around his body. He smiled at you, kissing your forehead before shutting his eyes tightly.

“That doesn’t make it any less beautiful.” Reaching up, he brushed his fingertips against your cheek before tucking back some of your hair. He had opened his eyes and gazed down at you. “ In some cases, less is more… And more is less… You…” Newt kissed your nose once again, “Have helped me realize that recently, thank you.”

You peppered your lips against his fingertips, giving a rather brilliant smile before saying, “Let’s make it more is less then, give me a… Green ornament.”

“Anything for you.” He stated, bending down to dig into the box for a green one. “I mean that. Anything.”


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My Chair (M)

Originally posted by daenso

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2000


You frantically dug through your purse in an attempt to find your keys, eager to get inside, have a shower and relax in the brand new lounge you bought for the apartment. It was probably the comfiest single-seater couch you’ve ever sat on and you had no hesitation in buying it. You just had to hope your roommate wasn’t home to ruin it for you.

Your roommate, Chanyeol, would never pass up an opportunity to annoy you with his antics. You had only moved in 3 months ago and there was not a day that went past without him cracking a terrible joke or teasing you playfully. But 3 months was enough time for you to realise that he was really a cheerful and bubbly person who always had a smile on his face, and you appreciated that as he could cheer you up on the worst of days.

You finally found your keys and unlocked the door before stepping through and letting it shut behind you. All the lights were off and you assumed that Chanyeol wasn’t back home yet. You threw your purse onto the chair by the doorway and headed straight for the bathroom.

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Step Out.[Newt Scamander Drabble].

I told myself i’d make getting out of a suitcase pretty.
Based off my
previous imagine.

Title: Step Out.
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader.
Words: 715.
Rating: K. (Fluffy).


“Getting out is much easier than getting in the first time.” Newt told you with a small grin, “I should have told you there were steps to get down, I hadn’t meant for you to fall in the way you did.” His voice was sincere and gentle to your ears as he walked into the small cottage like abode and picked up his peacock colored jacket. Even in the dim light of the room, it was still a rather vibrant color and really popped in front of your eyes. “I hope you didn’t get hurt falling.”

You shook your head no, watching as Newt slid the jacket over his slender shoulders and straightened it. He then began bouncing around, picking things up that he figured he’d need while out.  “I didn’t, I just kind of… tumbled.” You gestured with your hands, moving them up and then down as your motion for ‘tumbling’.

He laughed quietly, giving you a rather toothy grin as he offered to you, “I can help you get out, if you’d feel better. I’d hate for you to lose your footing and ‘tumble’ back in.” Heat hit your cheeks as he said this, slightly embarrassed now. It was obvious that you weren’t going to live that down, least for the moment. But, that’s okay. Newt had a soft way of teasing, and it made you laugh. “It’s sort of difficult to get out if you’re not used to it. I suppose… It’s much like going up stairs though.”

“I’d appreciate your help regardless of how easy it is.” You finally managed to murmur, playing with your fingers as he stopped in front of you and graze his hand against your cheek.

“Off we go then.” Newt stepped to the side, towards the exit. “I’ll climb out and help you from up there, alright?”

“Just don’t let me fall.” You said with a cheeky grin.

“The only falling I intend to let you do is fall completely and madly in love.” Newt retorted and began climbing out. Rolling your eyes at his wonderfully executed response, you began watching him rather intently. You could only imagine how his back muscles looked while he hiked his body up the slight ladder until he was completely out of the case. “Alright then, come on up.” Newt informed you, crouching down in front of the case. He peered in with curious green eyes and caught  

You gazed up and nodded, your hand landing on the wood before lifting yourself up a few steps. It felt sort of unsteady, as you weren’t used to climbing and your additional, minor fear of falling may have scooted its way back into your mind. “It’s alright,” Newt muttered, reaching in and grabbing your hands. The security of his grip helped. “I’ve got you. Just move up.” And so you did. One foot in front of the other, and before you knew it, you were stepping over the seam of the suitcase in front of Newt who was all smiles. “Was that so bad?” He inquired in a cute voice.

“I could have done it by myself.” You chuckled and bit your bottom lip, looking at him. “I just wanted to see if you’d actually help me or not.”

Raising a hand, he tucked back some of your hair and let his fingers linger there for a moment. “I’d help you with anything, if you asked.” He was fast to move, bending down to lock his case before picking it up, “I’d help even if you didn’t ask simply because I love you and I didn’t want you to slip.”

“You’re too good for me.” You smiled lovingly, reaching forward and straightening Newt’s waistcoat. “You do know that, right?”

“I certainly do not.” Newt looked down at your fingers now resting on the buttons of his vest, “Being too good would be me offering my services to help you back into the case when the time comes.” He grasped your fingers and held them softly, “So you, my love, don’t fall back in again.”

“Are you going to?” You questioned breathlessly and grinned.

“Of course.” Lifting your hand, he gave a delicate kiss to your fingertips and finished with, “I can’t let you fall for something that isn’t going to catch you.”


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Tangled Knots

@marimamon

A fic in which Maui gets too caught up in the moment and forgets to take care of his hair, so he turns to Moana for some help with it.

Word Count: 2,899 

Rating: K

(please don’t tag as a ship)

He’s battled hundreds of monsters before. You name one, and he’s got three different stories about how he took it down. Te Kā? He took her out in under an hour. Tamatoa? He beat him in a fight not once, but twice. Giant Eels? He’s happy to remind you he was the one who killed them each time he sees you drink from a coconut.

But this? Now this is something Maui can’t admit he’s tackled before, since it seems to Moana that this is something he’s never had to deal with before.  

He hadn’t even noticed it right away. He and Moana had taken a fishing boat out for a quick circle around the island, and he was eager to get out in the water again. It wasn’t until he leaned over the boat to look for fish did he catch his own reflection and notice something was wrong.

“It’s a disgrace! It’s unbelievable!” Maui shouts, pacing back and forth on the small canoe. “It’s downright disrespectful!” He says, and plops down on the boat’s floor, causing it to rock under his heavy weight for a moment.

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Afterglow (M+)

Monster AU Masterlist |

Genre: Smut/Supernatural

Word Count: 5356

Warnings: Rough sex, mild explosions


“She got me gone crazy, why is my heart racing?” [🎵 ]


Baekhyun arrived with his two brothers to the house where the party was held and he could immediately tell that he belonged in this type of environment. Loud music, new people to meet and coloured lights illuminating the room. This was his type of gathering. Even though it was his first proper party, Baekhyun had no trouble indulging in the experience after finally being let outside for once. In a way, the thick atmosphere relaxed him. For once, he felt like a normal human being.

By late evening, Baekhyun had lost track of his brothers. He saw Chanyeol heading out onto the balcony with a girl he recognised, and Chen had completely disappeared. He wasn’t bothered to look for them though, instead, he decided to enjoy the solitude. Living with the same eight people sometimes got a bit boring. He got himself busy by socializing with others, having the time of his life.

A boisterous laugh sounded from across the room, echoing over the noise of the music, making you turn your head. You found the source of the laugh and saw a devilishly handsome stranger standing in the corner, making conversation with a group of people. He wore a blue leather jacket with black jeans which were ripped at the knees. He had black hair, his eyes were lined with kohl and multiple piercings decorated his ears. The particular earring that caught your eye was the diamond stud attached to a chain, which hooked back onto his cartilage. He seemed different from everyone else and you couldn’t help but stare.

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and the world is born anew.

A/N: So basically I was writing a whole thing about this headcanon (started it shortly before i even posted the headcanon) but then @sasusake also had to grow inspired and write her own little thing about it and it was so PERFECT that I couldn’t write that part over. I wanted to just write my own little thing to relate to her own. AND HERE WE ARE. So the first scene is entirely me, but that second one is entirely @sasusake. :’) HAPPY HOLIDAYs GUYS.

Rated K.

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It wasn’t something he ever thought he would care about.

New Years. The time of cheer and celebration, of well-wishes and new starts, where families long grown apart came together to love and cherish one another in the spirit of a new beginning.

A time that did not belong to a teenage, orphaned boy brimming with rage, consumed by the darkness of his past and set out on the path of revenge.

Sasuke had never cared about the holidays. Even when Team Seven had made themselves a second family, for the brief moment he’d allowed them to be, the time of New Years had never quite brought him any meaning. They’d only reminded him of a past he could never have again, one that always had his throat tightening up: his mother’s gentle smile flashing through Sakura’s soft, sun-bright grin as she handed him his end-of-year present, Itachi’s kind chuckle resonating within Naruto’s bright laughter as he stuck their homemade shimekazari to the entrance of their sensei’s household, the touch of his father’s hand fused with Kakashi’s as he ruffled his hair while they watched the first sunrise of a new period.

This was the first year since the massacre of his clan where the season had ever brought him a sense of peace.

Oof,” Sakura exclaimed, as she moved to sit at his side. Her hand cupped the positively gorgeous swell of her belly, and she smiled, rubbing softly. “She sure is getting heavier to carry these days,” she said, throwing him a teasing glance.

The sight of those crinkling eyes almost had him smiling, too. The pregnancy really made her glow, today, he couldn’t help but to think. His wife was so beautiful like this.

“You all right?” he asked, shifting his lone hand over her own to cradle the weight of their child. He felt his eyes soften as his wife giggled and leaned against his bad shoulder, the prettiest grin to her lips.

“Oh, I’m perfect. Everything’s absolutely perfect.”

His mouth tugged at the corner a little, thumb caressing the skin of her hand. Chest warm, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to her hair. “Hm. Good,” he murmured, contented with himself.

(this was the life he never imagined he could have, filled with so much bliss and hope and love—something that seemed so unattainable, once.)

Thin fingers reached to intertwine with his own, still pressing lovingly to her rounded stomach, and he sighed, long and quiet. His eyes slipped closed with the serenity of the moment.

“It’s almost midnight,” Sakura murmured, then, her smile transparent in her voice. He let his eyes flutter open once more just to see it. “The fireworks will start soon, won’t they? Maybe we should start heading out there.”

Humming, Sasuke merely nodded, before letting his gaze fall to her ankles, observing how puffy they were. “Can you walk there by yourself?” he asked, honest in his query. After all, they had walked quite the distance today.

His wife, however, seemed quite surprised instead, brows shooting up high. Then, as she noticed where his eyes were set, she burst into laughter. “I’m fine, I swear! Anata, if you worry about me now, I wonder how intolerable you’ll be when we’ll be trying to last for the first sunrise.”

Sasuke made a small huff in response, lips quirking lightly again, before moving his hand swiftly to tap two fingers to her forehead. “Just trying to make sure my wife is comfortable, that’s all,” he said, his tone bordering on playful.

Sakura only smiled wider at that, green eyes gleaming so devotedly at him. It made his heart skip a beat, sometimes, when he saw how deeply this woman really loved him.

(—and how happy he made her.)

“Come on,” he mumbled, letting his fingers fall away softly. Pushing himself to his feet, he turned to face her once more, and extended a hand. “Let’s get going.”

Shaking her head at him, his wife simply grinned and accepted his offered help, allowing him pull her safely to her feet as she cupped the swell of her stomach and patted it gently, breathing out another soft exclamation at the weight. Sasuke found himself smiling faintly at the sight, reaching for the thick blanket he’d kept near the makeshift bench for precisely this moment, throwing it over his bad shoulder as he touched his hand to Sakura’s back and started their trek towards the sloped hill overlooking the small village.

“Hey, Sasuke-kun,” his wife called as they finally settled on the grass, wrapped in a wholesome warmth and watching the town scintillating with life.

“Hm?”

“When the fireworks are done,” she started, smiling softly—but never looking away from the gleaming lights, “we’ll be heading out to that temple we saw coming in, right? To offer our prayers and wishes for the new year?”

His features softened. He moved to press his lips to her hair lingeringly. “If you’re not too tired…” he murmured.

She turned at him then, and smiled near blindingly, her green, green eyes a thousand times more lovely than the twinkling view below them.

(gods, he hoped their child would end up with eyes as beautiful as hers.)

“Of course I’m not too tired. We took a nap this afternoon just to keep up with the tradition like everyone else, remember?”

“Right,” he said, smiling faintly once more. “We’ll head there after the fireworks, then.”

As if on cue, the sound of one taking off tore through the air, capturing their attentions; with wonderment, their gazes shifted towards the dark sky, catching the path of a shimmering trail, before it disappeared for a split moment and exploded in glittery embers, making Sakura gasp. She leaned against him in her delight, one hand drifting lovingly over her pregnant belly, while the other sought out his own. Sasuke couldn’t help but to sigh at this, lacing their fingers together as the show of colorful sparkling bursts continued, commemorating the start of something new.

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The sunrise slowly greets them, in beautiful shades of orange and pink that spill across the sky, awakening the world to a new year. What residual warmth it lends to the chilly air reminds Sasuke that, in just a few months, he’ll get to feel the breath of his child for the first time. This year, his clan will begin anew. He wonders, fondly, if the child’s hair will be as pink as its mother’s; as pink as the light that breaks through the scattered white clouds; as pink as the lips smiling sweetly at him.

“What are you thinking about, Sasuke-kun?”

He looks down at her belly, visible just beneath her cloak, and imagines their child to be warm and safe – and happy? He hopes so. Sakura makes him feel happy, and warm, and safe.

(She keeps him safe from his demons. Safe from himself.)

“I’m grateful,” he says. He rests his hand on her belly and watches her eyes wrinkle with joy and her cheeks blossom. She glows – more than the rising sun, more than the bursting sky, she glows with life – and he counts his blessings one by one; the image forever branded into his memory.

“Hmm… You’re taking a picture.” Sakura holds one hand up to his face, runs it across his chin. Her thumb traces the edge of his lips just as he leans in for a kiss, two smiles becoming one. Their child flutters against his palm; flutters inside his chest, inside his very soul, this product of their love and ode to his salvation.

He promises, before the sun and the mountains and the temples, before the sky and the trees and the clouds; he promises he’ll always protect them, and cherish the feelings connected in their hearts.

Her Heart Did Whisper

gift for @prongsno

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! I hope you had a wonderful time, and I hope you enjoy the gift. (Summary: Lily really really really really hates James Potter. It’s too bad she ends up on holiday with him).

Rating: K+/T

Word Count: 8715

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All Lily wants is a moment of bloody peace. It’s been a day– she spilt a (thankfully cooling) cup of tea down the front of her blouse during breakfast, she walked in on Petunia and Vernon doing something as horrifying as it was unspeakable, she got stuck next to a drunk bloke on the Tube who wanted to break down the results of the Manchester United game in loud and excruciating detail for three stops, she accidentally deleted her carefully curated four-year-old aesthetic blog on Tumblr (they really needed to something about that blasted button), she had hit what felt like a bleak and insurmountable bout of writer’s block on her dissertation, and Mary just texted to say she was running half an hour late….so just, please, peace. It doesn’t seem like a tall order, but it must be because the universe has decided to throw a roadblock at her in the slick-haired pale-faced shape of her former best friend. She sees him at the same time he spots her, making hiding futile, though that doesn’t stop her from trying to slink as low in the leather seat as she possibly can, hoping vainly that her laptop obscures her from view.

It doesn’t work because, well, of course it doesn’t. She’s just considering chucking her peppermint hot chocolate into her face so that she gets unrecognisably burned when she hears a soft: “Is this seat taken?”

“What do you want, Sev?”

To his credit, Severus looks like he’s going to try play it casual for all of three seconds before his thin lips curl petulantly. “I want to talk to you, Lils, we never see each other anymore!”

“You can see me now, can’t you?”

“Lils–”

She glowers, cutting him off. “We don’t see each other because I don’t want us to Sev! I’m trying to avoid you.”

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we should just kiss (like real people do), a sterek high school au

by @moonwasours | i_am_girlfriday

an auction fic for @unightfog

with commissioned art by @geeky-sova​!!! give her some love for this beautiful piece!

complete, 9+k, rated t

read at ao3

Stiles is the social zero of the sophomore class. Derek is the much cooler junior who befriends Stiles anyway.

Untouchable (M+)

Monster AU Masterlist |

Request: can u write something based on monster where like ur human but somehow chanyeol loves u & u love him. u get kidnapped by the ppl trying to catch them to lure chanyeol & they send him a video of u getting beat up, which makes him come. then u can come up w/ the rest :)

Genre: Fluff/Drama/Supernatural

Word Count: 4187

Warnings: Violence, Death


“Everyone’s afraid of me, so I’m untouchable man, but in the end you can’t reject me… Accept me for who I am” [🎵 ]


The party was more crowded than expected. Loud music and bright lights disorientated you as you scanned the sea of unfamiliar faces. You saw no one you recognised and you turned to look elsewhere, not before you walked straight into a solid body that was standing behind you. “Sorry!” you said to the stranger before looking up. You were greeted with the beaming face of a giant with red hair and a huge smile.

“Chanyeol!” you exclaimed, immediately recognising the man.

“Hey! Good to see you!” he replied, yelling over the music. He stepped forward and crouched down to match your height before pulling you into a tight hug. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him back. You indulged in the feeling of his warm embrace, smiling to yourself as you did.

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Versace on the Floor (pt. 2)

Jimin x you

After a night of partying and spilled drinks lead to royal heir Park Jimin entering your life, he’s insistent on making it hard for you to get rid of him.

Pt. 2/5, rated K for Kill me, Jimin

Oh, baby, look what you’ve done to me
Look what you’ve done now
I’ll never leave if you keep holding me this way

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FTM!Karma (KarmaGisa AU)

FINALLY JESUS

Rating: K+/T

Nagisa Shiota thought it was an incredible stroke of luck that he ended up sitting next to Karma Akabane in first period, and even more so that they were in all the same classes but one.

The new student was nearly quaking as he sat down next to the larger boy in his Science class, at his teacher’s request. The redhead had an intimidating aura to him, but he greeted his classmate with a sincere smile and asked if he was new.

“You’re not from here, are you? I think I’d remember someone who looked like you.” He had said. Before the bluenette had time to blush at the obvious nod to his hairstyle, Karma added, “Blue hair, that’s so wild. It’s bright without being obnoxious. I’m jealous, I look like a used tampon come alive.” Nagisa covered his mouth to muffle a snort.

“It’s natural, actually…” Nagisa admitted, scratching at the back of his neck.

Akabane just smiled. “That just makes it cooler! Like fate chose you to look awesome.” He gushed, resting his chin on both his hands like a dazed schoolgirl and laughing.

Within two periods, the two boys had become thick as theives. They had found that they were both obsessed with the same movies, they listened to the same bands (Akabane had been to concert for one of them; the bluenette shamelessly milked him for details), and they had pretty much the same opinions on everything (Except for pineapple on pizza, which Nagisa liked. Karma had almost yelled in disgust so loud the teacher heard him). The smaller boy couldn’t belive the other didn’t have any other friends in his first four periods, because he was so cool, it couldn’t be like he was a loner. Unless that was just the kind of kid he was; he just kept himself on purpose, the strong, silent type. A nice thought, but probably not likely, as he’d chosen to open up to Nagisa so quickly. He didn’t notice the wary glances Akabane was getting at all.

It wasn’t until fifth period that he found out.

“What class do we have next?” The bluenette asked, fumbling for his schedule as the bell rang.

A look of dread flashed across the redhead’s face. “Gym, I think. Ew.”

The smaller boy laughed at his friend’s expression. “What, you don’t like P.E.?”

“Ugh, no way.”

“No way, you’re, like, ripped! I can see the muscles through your shirt sleeves, haha. You’re probably at the top of the class. Look at me, I’m a shrimp: You can’t complain.” Nagisa chuckled, guestering to his skinny, petite frame, then to Akabane’s althletic build.

Karma gave a weak laugh. “I’ve seen gymnasts with builds just like yours, Shiota. You don’t look very out of shape, I’m sure you’ll do fine. But…” He paused, then gave a small sigh of resignation. “…It’s not the curriculum I don’t like, it’s just…Nothing. You’ll see, I guess.” He shrugged and looked away.

“What? Is our coach shitty? How much are they gonna make us run?” The bluenette asked anxiously as they entered the gym. From the opposite side of the room, a tall girl with long, straight, blonde hair spotted Karma and waved. He waved back and giggled lightly.

“Who’s that, your girlfriend?” Nagisa asked. He wished he hadn’t said it after it was out of his mouth; something about the thought of the redhead in a relationship sat wrong in his stomach.

Karma roared with laughter. “Oh my god, no! She’d die if she heard that. She’s so gay, and so dedicated to her girlfriend.” The smaller boy let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as the redhead regained himself. “No, no, that’s just my friend. Her name’s Nakamura Rio.”

“Gay, huh?” Nagisa laughed weakly and wondered if now was the best time to out himself as pan. He bit his lip, and looked up at his new friend. It could just be the lighting, but he might’ve seen a bit of pink on the other’s cheeks as they neared the locker rooms.

“Yeah; thank god her girlfriend’s not in our gym class. Okuda’s actually pretty modest, usually, but when she and Nakamura get around each other, it gets a little wild.” He shook his head at the thought of it, chuckling.

“Hah! Guess you’ll have to introduce me sometime.” He hadn’t noticed Karma’s falling footsteps as students filed into the locker rooms. “But let’s deal with that later, okay? We gotta go get dressed.” He turned back to noticed Akabane had stopped in the space between the locker rooms. His face was red and he wore an embarrassed frown. The bluenette shot him a blank look.

“…Karma? You coming?” he asked tentatively, tugging at his own backpack straps. A few students had stopped to watch the two. Nakamura walked up behind Karma and gently put her hand o his shoulder.

“Hey, Karma,” She said lightly, smiling at him.

“Hey,” He mumbled, looking to her, then the ground, then to Nagisa. He looked like he might cry.

“Um…See you after class, I guess.” The redhead said softly to his confused friend. The smaller boy’s eyes widened as he watched Akabane follow his blonde friend into the girls’ locker room with his head down.

Oh…

xXx

Nagisa couldn’t stop the rising heat in his cheeks as he changed into his gym clothes. A boy with cropped raven hair approached him catiously as he pulled his shorts over his hips.

“Hey…It’s Nagisa, right?” The bluentte nodded. “I’m Sugino, from your second period. I saw you out there with Akabane…Did you know?”

“No…Is that why people have been, sort of…avoiding him?” The smaller teen couldn’t help but ask.

“Because he’s trans? No-I mean-That might be part of it, for some people, but that’s not really the whole reason. It’s…he came out last year. Do you wanna know the story?” The taller boy asked as he slipped on his shirt.

“I don’t know, do I?” Nagisa bit his lip as he removed his pigtails and pulled his hair into a high pony. “I mean…I guess, if it’ll help me understand why it’s a big deal.” The coach called them out of the locker room, and they began to stretch themselves out on the gym floor.

“Well, last year, when-when he was a she-I’m just gonna refer to second-year Karma as a she, okay? To avoid confusion.” The bluenette nodded.

“Well, she was called Kiyoko, and she was, like, the best at everything. She was the best player on the girls’ basketball team, and she had top grades, and, y'know-she was just one of…those girls, right?” The smaller boy nodded again. “So there’s this kid named Asano Gakushuu in our grade. He’s the principal’s son, have you heard of him?” Nagisa shook his head. “Well, you will. Soon enough.”

“Anyways, he was super smart and athletic and stuff too-Like I said, he’s the principal’s kid-And he liked Akabane. Or he just wanted her as a sort trophy girlfriend, I don’t even know. Anyways, he hit on her for a really long time, and she finally hooked up with him. Some people thought it might have just been to shut him up, but she seemed to like him-But whatever, that part’s not important.”

“So, they were, like, the ultimate power couple for a few months. But they started having these fights all the time, like in the middle of lunch and stuff-I think it was about home stuff usually, that’s what somebody told me. Which would make since, Akabane’s parents travel for business a lot, so she’s-he’s, sorry-home alone a lot, and Asano’s got issues with his mom and dad, or whatever.

“But it got really bad, and one day Asano hit her and the next day-He came out as a he. Just like that, it was so sudden. He showed up to school the next day with his hair cut and a flat chest-I don’t think he had surgery, though-and wearing the boy’s uniform….And Asano just lost it. He was so mad. Somebody claimed Karma tried to tell him that he still liked him, and that he just wanted him to change the way he treated some of the students who got lower grades, but that doesn’t really matter, because they’re definitely done now, and they definitely hate each other’s guts.”

“…Damn.” Nagisa whispered softly. He felt like it was all he could say. It was so much. “Really?”

“Yeah, man. They’re rivals in eveything now, even though the school won’t let Karma register for anything as a boy.” Sugino frowned. “I feel bad for him. It must suck ass.”

“Yeah…” The bluenette’s voice trailed. “But that doesn’t really explain why everyone avoids him.”

“Nagisa, if Asano’s dad is the king of the school, Asano is the spoiled prince. He has everyone in this school under his finger. After Akabane came out, he did everything he could to wipe out Karma’s good reputation. He basically got rid of all of his friends, except for a few. His lunch table has, like, three people there only. It was a fucked up thing to do, but no one here’s in much of a position to defy Asano, unless you have good grades. Like Nakamura: you saw her, right? Highest English scores in the grade. She and Karma met on the basketball team, I think. They’ve been best friends since elementary. They used to always pull the greatest pranks together. When Asano dumped Akabane, every meal he and his little clique of friends ate had wasabi hidden all in it for the next week, no matte rwht they did. Asano coupdn’t prove it was her, and no one knows how she did it, but everyone knows she did. It was awesome.” Sugino said almost dreamily, staring at the ceiling as he fondly remembered the memory of Nakamura’s vengance and Asano’s suffering.

Nagisa laughed. “She sounds like a good friend to have.”

“Everyone says she’s crazy, but besides that, I’m sure she is. She and Okuda Minami are dating, so I guess she can’t be too bad.” The taller boy shrugged. The coach had moved on to talking about their curriculum for the following year, but nobody was really listening.

“Where did the girls’ class even go?” Nagisa asked, looking around the gym and laying down on the polished wooden floor.

“The other gym. They always split up the gym classes into guys’ and girls’. Probably hell for Akabane.”

“Yeah…Probably.”

xXx

Nagisa ducked into the boys’ changing room as quickly as he could, before Karma and the girls returned. He had seen the girls’ gym clothes, and he was terrified of seeing Karma in it and staring. He quickly changed back into the school uniform and sat outside the girls’s changing room, waiting for his friend. Finally, he watched the redhead and his blonde friend walk out of the door.

The bluenette popped up as soon as he saw his friend, whose eyes widened. He bit his lip and approached the smaller teen. “Sorry…” He murmured.

“For what?” The smaller boy smiled gently. He was tempted to put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, but refrained.

“I didn’t tell you…” The taller boy squeaked his shoe on the ground awkwardly.

“Why would you need to?” Nagisa laughed. “You didn’t need to; what difference does it make?” The bashful smile and glassy, hopeful eyes Karma used on him made his chest light, and he beamed almost giddily. “Come on, let’s go to our next class.”