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Try everything that seems interesting to you.  Don’t worry too much, and when you do worry, at least make it fun while you do it. Surround yourself with as much love as you can, and try to put some good into the world while you’re here because life is short.
—  Misha Collins

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i’m going to be the deadliest piece on the board.

| Encounter | Legolas GreenLeaf

[permanent + legolas tag]: @avistella 

“Stay by my side, I will acquiesce the talk. If it comes down to it and we must trade blows, keep hidden in the trees.”

Talk?? They’re orcs, Legolas! They don’t talk. They maim.” You whispered the words harshly in his ear as the two of you peered down at the path from the trees. 

Legolas merely faced you with a raise of a slender eyebrow. His piercing blue eyes seemed to glow in the concealed shade of the leaves, wisps of silvery blonde hair dusting across his jaw.


And with that he disappeared from sight to the ground below, as lithe and graceful as ever. You didn’t even hear his feet touch the floor, when of course they did. 

“Show off…” You muttered, though you knew it to be false. Legolas was just too…

A kind, patient smile and strong hands squeezing your shoulder.


You had tried your best to rile him up, force him to let you go with him and fight, but he never got angry no matter the calculated jabs you threw his way. It was like he had the patience of the revered Queen Galadriel herself, and eventually his complacent tilt of lips got you irritated beyond belief.


You watched Legolas attempt to converse with the disgusting filth below you, the orcs you’d passed by on your trip. You had no idea why he felt it would be necessary to attempt peaceful negotiations; you could merely continue your journey through the trees.

You smiled snidely in mirth at the orcs’ reaction at seeing him. You could never understand the feeling, but you had heard of what the mortals said about the Elven kind. Like silent, deathly angels you were called. You absentmindedly brushed a strand of hair behind a pointed ear. Once you’d encountered a human on your trip to Rohan and they had quite literally fainted at the sight of you.

Again, you didn’t understand it, but you didn’t understand most of man’s idiocies.

Your attention was drawn again when one of the orcs stealthily approached Legolas from behind. You tilted your head in curiousity as to what they planned to do, and wasn’t surprised in the least when they all tried to ambush your partner.


“I did tell him,” you muttered and slowly got to your feet, stretching languidly as Legolas dispatched the enemy around him. 

Your hands instinctively curled around to your back like they had done tens of thousands of times before, the coarse wood beneath your fingertips a familiar sensation. You slipped an arrow out from the pack and notched it in your bow in less than a second, pulling it back taught and brimming with tension.

Wind rustled your hair as your arrow split through the air and pierced straight through an orc’s head, exiting their eyeball with a satisfying squelch.

“Disgusting,” you murmured before jumping down to join Legolas, whirling delicately around the creatures attempting to bring the both of you down.

Hmph. They might have had a chance if it were more of them. Even fifteen to two, this fight was practically already over.

“What are you doing?” Legolas asked you as you rolled under a leaping body besides him.

“Helping. What does it look like?” You drawled. The two of you paused your speaking to interrupt another wave of fighters.

It was a dance, Legolas at your back when you were exposed, your blocks at his side when he looked away, both working like a well oiled machine. 

“I told you to dutifully linger in-” A stab of another arrow. “the tree!”

Was that a hint of anger you heard in his voice?

“And you are not my designated potentate or father, Legolas.”

Distracted as you were, you failed to see a pair of sharp claws headed your way and were surprised when you were roughly shoved to the side, Legolas coming to your rescue. He drew the blade he used ever so rarely, swiftly ending the life of the miscreant who had dared try injure yours.

Within the next couple seconds the battle was over (if it could even be called a battle) and the air of the forest was silent once more. Your ear twitched. The animals had been frightened but were beginning to come back out again, and you calmed when you heard the woods coming back to life.

Well, until Legolas turned to you with fire in his smoldering eyes.


You stayed locked in your position as a gesture of defiance, uncaring when he pushed you up against a tree.

“I specifically entrusted you with the simple instruction to stay put,” His teeth were gritted. 

This was interesting.

“And I decided not to open my ears to your silly command,” You narrowed your eyes. 

Legolas’ hand gripped your chin firmly. “You are hurt.”

You very nearly rolled your eyes, a rude and discriminatory attitude unworthy of your elven status.

“It is a scratch, Legolas. I am no fragile piece of crystal glass.” And yet you both knew what that meant. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you’d been injured in a fight other than a spar with another elf. Legolas himself did not look the slightest bit ruffled though he had been in a fight only mere minutes ago. His attire was immaculate, and not a lock of hair was out of place. The tiny nick on your cheek was enough proof that you were losing your edge.

The sting of the cut was odd, but intriguing.

“You are insufferable beyond name, Y/N!” Your eyebrows rose at his display of annoyance. You had never heard the prince exclaim a mere insult, yet he looked achingly close to burning you alive.

“Why I would assume you are a child, but it seems you do not even have the wit to take on that title!” He had definitely lost it, nostrils flaring, his face flushing. “Even a child knows when to duck and hide!”

“I am no child!” You felt your patience ripped from you. “And would you rather me give up my honour for a simple case as this? If I hadn’t seen your reprehensible face for the last few hundred years I would assume you do not even know me!”

You are making me wish I never did!”

I could care less about your notions!”

His fist slammed beside your head on the tree bark. You sneered at him for a half of a second before he was suddenly too close and his mouth was on yours.

You roughly pulled his hair to bring him even closer. He hissed and smoothed a hand over your hip to force no space between your bodies, parting your lips and bringing up your head so that he had full access to send you spiraling into an abyss of pleasure. 

Another moment of passion, another tug and pull and clash of your mouths and then he was gone, and with him left any anger or resentment.

“Well then,” You sighed, pressing your forehead to his. “I concede I must rile your nerves to a considerable amount more often if this is the result.”  

He chuckled, and he wasn’t even out of breath, the bastard.

“Although I would like the end product, I suppose I would not enjoy the process,” He mused, brushing a silk thumb against the nape of your neck. “Ánin apsenë, melda heri.”

You scoffed even as your cheeks flushed at the smooth syllables rolling off his tongue and into your every pore. Though you preferred to speak in the common language of the lands, there was no comparison to the language of your own kind.

“I suppose,” You answered. “Though do not expect any sympathy at a later date, my prince.”

You watched under lidded eyes as he lifted your hand to press a lingering hot kiss to your palm, then to the inside of your wrist.

“If it is so, may you be my princess?”

“Don’t push it,” you said even as you leaned forward into his touch.

“You have my utmost word.”


leahlisabeth  asked:

“i’ve been travelling a lot and somehow you’re in every single city i go to seriously what the fuck who even are you how are you doing this” au

Kay, so I know you were thinking Andreil and them meeting under different names - or at least with Neil having different names. Don’t ask me why that lead me to think “spy au” when it really should have been a soulmate au. (Also don’t ask me about this spy au I have no idea what I was doing, I don’t even know if they’re actually spies or it’s just a mobster thing, I don’t *k n o w*)


There was something off about the whiskey in this city.

It didn’t seem to matter which pub he stepped into – any local brew here in Bornholm had a certain… something in the taste of it. Perhaps something to do with the cask the brew had been aged in… but he couldn’t be sure…

“What do you know of Danish whiskey?” Andrew asked, to seemingly no one. The bartender, bored of cleaning glasses, tossed him a curious glance and then scanned the room, seeing only distant guests chatting quietly by the windows. She might have answered him if he had spoken in Danish. But his question had been voiced in Russian and it was intended for the man looming behind him in the shadows.

The bartender startled when the man sat down beside him. Clearly, she hadn’t known he was there. Typical, Andrew thought, for one of Riko’s Kingsmen.

“Very little, I’m afraid,” the man answered, somehow not making any creaks or squeaks in the aged wooden bar stools. “I never grew the taste nor the interest.” A small wave of his hand dismissed the bartender, who had come over in anticipation of an order to break the monotony of her day. Disappointed, she let them be.

“Not going to run?” The man asked, curious but not thrown off-balance by the abrupt difference in their regular routine of international cat and mouse. Such grace was probably expected when running in Riko’s inner circles.

“You always seem to find me,” Andrew mused, swirling his off-tasting whiskey in its tumbler. “How is that, exactly?”

“You are stupid enough to think Riko cannot find you.”

Andrew chuckled to himself. “Riko cannot find anything I don’t want him to find.” He took a sip of his drink, then turned to his companion and looked him up and down. Grey, non-descript clothes and a wool trench coat, revealing nothing about his build, style, wealth, or loyalties (national or otherwise). He was as inconspicuous as ever. “I meant why is it you who always comes? You’ve hardly been effective at bringing me in.”

The man said nothing, did nothing, and Andrew almost laughed. “Who is it who’s found me this time? Alex, Alfons, Sven? I’ve lost track the number of aliases you’ve given to me to burn.”

“Call me Joseph.” Andrew scowled, pretending that barb didn’t dig under his skin. It was a stinging reminder that he knew next to nothing of the man Riko kept sending to pursue him – whereas Andrew’s life story was parceled somewhere in a neat little file folder and Joseph had read it. Probably more than once. “He won’t play this game much longer, you know. You’ll have to fight back eventually.”

“Will I?”

“You’re running out of cities to hide in and Riko knows it.”

“Does he think he’s running me into a corner?” Andrew finished off his whiskey, letting the burn of alcohol remind him to hold his tongue as much as possible. For Aaron’s sake. “You know the fun thing about traps? When they go off, it doesn’t make a difference who fell into them.”

“…You mean to turn Riko’s own plans against him?”

“I plan to let Riko orchestrate his own downfall and laugh from Hell when he joins me there.”

Joseph fell silent, a hand brought to his chin as he contemplated this new information. Andrew’s eye caught on the tattooed ‘4’ on his cheek and he almost reached to itch at the ‘5’ mirrored on his own face. Instead, he motioned for another drink, trying not to worry that he had revealed too much. Let Joseph scurry back to the Raven King with this warning. Let Riko be on his guard, let Riko grow suspicious and paranoid – whatever it took to keep Moriyama eyes following the wrong twin.

Even if it made his skin crawl to be made prey again, made his hair stand on end every time he felt eyes follow his movements behind his back.

Hell would be an eternal rest compared to this hunt.

Joseph’s ice blue eyes flickered back towards Andrew when the bartender brought over his second drink. Smoothly, Joseph plucked the drink from Andrew’s hand and took a quick sip of it himself. Setting it back he merely said, “Tastes like wine.”

Andrew peered in the glass, as though he would be able to see what Joseph meant by merely staring hard enough. Wine in whiskey…? After his own sip, he began to debate whether he was curious enough to google about Danish whiskey later on. He decided he wasn’t.

Joseph stood, again in such a way that no sound was made, even though the chair was pushed back against the floor. “When he sends Drake,” Andrew ignored the impulse to flinch, “you’ll know he’s done preparing.”

“Drake, huh?” Andrew drawled, remembering that the name would mean nothing to Aaron. “Will that be another alias of yours?”

Joseph violently gripped the back of his chair. Andrew had the crazy idea that Joseph would have preferred to seize Andrew’s own hair. Or maybe his neck. “Drake will know you when he sees you.” Carefully, Joseph leaned in close to Andrew’s ear and whispered, “Like I did, Andrew.”

Now that was surprising.

Andrew took a minute to stare Joseph down, scrutinized his every feature for recognition that must be there. Black hair, he thought, eyeing auburn waves. Merryhill Elementary. Sacramento, he remembered, memories of keeping his distance from all the other students and watching one other boy do the same.

“Abram…” He didn’t say it so much as the name simply escaped his mouth, running along his exhale the same way Abram had run all those years ago, in the middle of October. Everyone had called him William back then, but Andrew had noticed he never responded to it and had bullied him into telling his real name. Andrew had never told anyone else and he had never actually spoken the name aloud before now.

Not even six years after Merryhill, when he had spotted a boy bearing a striking resemblance to Abram that he almost called out. They were in Phoenix then, his foster family roaming some mall or other on the only vacation Andrew had ever seen as a child. He might have said hello, just to investigate, but the boy’s mother was yanking him away, scolding him for reckless behaviour and calling him Casper.

His eyes were brown then, Andrew thought, wary of the pale blue that barred Abram’s soul from him.

“You need the Queensguard,” Abram insisted, unshaken by Andrew’s remembrance. “Let Kevin help you.”

Andrew scoffed, unconvinced. If Andrew had heard the rumours of the Queensguard, an inner group rebellious to Riko’s Kingsmen, then Riko already knew about it. “Kevin is the one who needs help.”

“Why do you think he kept sending me to find you?” Abram finally relaxed his grip on the chair, seeming to relax now that their games and deceptions were done with. How long had he been waiting for Andrew to realize? Did he think he already had? “I told Kevin after the first mission that you weren’t Aaron and it only made him want you worse.”

“Should I be flattered?”

“You are of invaluable worth to Kevin, much more so than your brother is to Riko. Aaron is Riko’s grudge and his betrayer but you? You could be Kevin’s answer.”

Andrew glared and pressed a knife to Abram’s thigh in one quick move. “I am nobody’s answer.”

Abram pushed on, “Kevin’s Queensguard has all the pieces but he’s no match for Riko as a mastermind. You? You’ve already outsmarted Riko a dozen times over, toying with him on this wild goose chase. But Riko’s gonna tire of playing the game by your rules and when he sends Drake for you and discovers the truth, there will be nothing you can do to protect your brother.”

The knife dug two inches into flesh. Andrew wondered if he expected Abram to react with more than a blink of surprise. As one of Riko’s Kingsmen, Abram was probably used to knives, used to torture.

Aaron had been.

“You need bigger toys,” Abram insisted, backing away and off of Andrew’s now-bloody knife. Abram, to his credit, only shifted his weight and pulled his coat tighter, ensuring no bloodstain could be seen. “Come to Paris eight days from now. Meet Kevin yourself and see if you can do better on your own.”

And then, before Andrew said anything else, Abram laid some Euros on the bar and left, no limp apparent to any eye less discerning than Andrew’s. He wondered if he ought to demand more specific details on where exactly in Paris he was supposed to meet Kevin but he decided not to worry.

If he was in the city when the time came, Abram would be sure to find him.

“Can Confirm” [Daveed x Reader]

Prompt: If you’re still taking request can I ask for a daveed x reader? Where Daveed loses his voice after a show and the reader had to take care of him? Thank you, I appreciate it.

A/N: so it’s been like 20 years since I posted an imagine? I’m sorry my loves, I hope you all forgive me and enjoy this!! xoxox

T/W: having a cold?

A/U: modern

Words: 2539


You pulled your coat closer around your body as you stepped outside into the winter snow, rushing to hail a taxi to take you to your workplace. You had been off of work and on holiday for a week, and were excited to get back to your job. 

You were a dresser for a few of the cast members in the musical Hamilton, a job that doesn’t sound all that amazing but filled you with immense happiness. Being that close to the buzzing energy of an acclaimed theatre show made you tingle with excitement every night – and it didn’t hurt that virtually every cast member was incredibly amazing to both hang out with and to look at. You never understood how they could sustain enough energy for a two-hour show, let alone doing it eight times a week. Nonetheless, every member made you feel apart of the Hamilton family. 

You jumped out of the taxi as it pulled up to the Richard Rogers theatre, thanking the driver and giving him some cash before hurrying into the heated venue. You looked up as you heard someone laugh at you shaking small bits of snow out of your hair. 

“Good afternoon, Y/N. Snowing outside?”

“Very observant of you, Lin,” you smiled back, giving him a hug hello and answering all his questions about your holiday, before making your way to the boys’ dressing room to help them get ready for the first show of a two-show day. 

You said a few more hellos on your way down the hall, slowing down as you neared Oak, Anthony, and Daveed’s communal dressing room to catch the end of their conversation.

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credit: wicdrop

pairing— kim taehyung x reader x kim seokjin  
genre/warnings— smuuut, language, threesome, exhibitionist themes, three-way kissing, fingering, oral sex, breath play, cum play, dom themes, dirty talk, pet names, incubus! Taehyung, human! Seokjin + reader
words— 10,248

:: summary— your life was lacklustre before Taehyung. The demon who came into your life and turned it upside down, making you question everything you knew about this world. Now, he has yet another idea up his sleeve and it involves a certain stranger you meet at a bar – Seokjin…

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BTS Reaction: He Falls in Love With You at a Fanmeet

@t0kistar asked:

Hellow!⭐I rarely send request pff to shy or panic after sending it. But I have this idea and would love to see if you bring it up to life. Reactions, the boys fall in love with their s/o at a fanmeeting, talking another language having a hard time to understand each other (sorry for the strange english… I have a headache that don’t want to leave xD)

Aww, no need to be shy, sweety. This was such a cute request and was so fun to write! 💕 Don’t worry about your English. I understood it fine.


You’re at the stove, cooking breakfast while wearing one of his very oversized shirts, when he wakes up. He leans against the doorway and smiles to himself, remembering how you two met.

He was at a Fanmeet in a foreign country and was having the hardest time conversing with his fans. He was taken aback when you appeared in front of him. You were so beautiful, you literally took his breath away. It took him a minute to realize he was staring, only to fumble through a greeting. You took his hand in yours and smiled warmly at him, struggling in your broken Korean to express how much you admire him for taking care of the boys, and how beautiful you thought his voice was.

He was so touched by your kind words, he skribbled his number along with his signature on your poster. He expressed his thanks and had to force his eyes onto the next fan as you moved on.

“Jin? What are you thinking about?” you ask as you walk up to where he’s still leaning against the doorway, smiling like a fool.

“You,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you softly.

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You’ve gotten very good at writing lyrics, so Yoongi asks you for help. As you sit in the extra computer chair he brought into his studio, and lean over the notebook to read what he wrote, he stares at your profile, fiddling with a wisp of hair that escaped the messy bun on your head.

You had met at a fanmeet and struggled to communicate, neither of you speaking the others language well. You stumbled over your words, but he got the sense of them. You expressed your admiration for his lyrics and how you hoped to be a songwriter one day.

He smiled his sweet smile at you and grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together. He discreetly wrote his number on the inside of your wrist and waved you on.

Now, as you sit there and cross something out on the pad, he suddenly grabs your wrist.

“What?” you ask, jumping in surprise.

He doesn’t say anything to you, just takes the pen out of your hand, and writes on your wrist. When he releases you, you see the words ‘I love you’. You gaze at him in wander, but he just shrugs, playing it cool.

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He’s trying to find the inspiration to write a new song, but his thoughts are preoccupied by you.

He’s great at English, but when you showed up at a fanmeet, he somehow forgot it all. He stumbled over his words as he felt your soft, warm hand in his. He couldn’t do anything but stare at you as you smiled in bewilderment at his odd behavior.

When you told him how his songs helped you through a difficult time in your life, he was able to overcome his nerves and express his graditude. He smiled warmly at you and asked you to stay afterwards so you could talk more.

In his studio, Namjoon scoffs at his idiocy. He’s already found his inspiration, he knows what his song will be about: you.

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He’s in the practice room, practicing the new choreography, with you as his audience. You sit cross-legged on the floor, staring in awe as you watch.

He was joking with Jimin, and didn’t notice you step in front of him, next in line. When he finally turned to you, he was dumbstruck. You were crouched in front of him, a shy smile on your face, a bucket hat on your head. You looked so beautiful and cute at the same time, he couldn’t form a single sentence.

Despite your shyness, you decided to be the first to speak. You told him he was your favorite. That you loved his style and thought he was an amazing dancer. He finally broke his silence to thank you, smiling that winning smile of his.

“I’m sorry. You’re so beautiful, I forgot how to speak.”

He meets your eyes in the mirror and stumbles over his feet, the look on your face making him lose his natural grace.

“Jagi, if you keep looking at me like that, I’ll never get this choreography down.”

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You’re so angry at him, and no matter what he says, he can’t get you to calm down. Then he remembers…

When you met at a fanmeet he became really bashful seeing you. You were so cute and sweet, even though you two could barely understand eachother.

In his nervousness, he ran his fingers through his hair, and you paused in your blabbering, just staring at him, your eyes wide.

He grinned at that, a little more confident in seeing how flustered you got. He held your smaller hand in his as he scribbled down his number.

Now, as you continue to yell at him, he waits for your eyes to turn back to him. He runs his fingers through his hair and you pause.

“Don’t do that,” you whine at him, forgetting why you’re angry. “That’s not fare.”

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You two are wrestling, him tickling you to make you squeal and squirm, and he giggles. He’s always been playful, even when you first met.

He watched as you made your way down the line, impatiently waiting to meet you. He had notices you in the crowd and couldn’t keeo his eyes from constantly wandering to you.

When it was finally his turn his eyes widened in shock. You were even more gorgeous upclose. He cupped your face in his hands, squishing your cheeks and grinning widely.

“Wah! Beautiful!” He exclaimed, causing a blush to travel up your neck and into your cheeks, still squished in his hands.

He suddenly goes still. He’s on top of your and staring at you wide eyed. You’re out of breath, face flushed from exertion. His face slowly lowers to your as he gently cups your cheeks.

“Beautiful,” he whispers just before his lips meet yours.

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He wakes up next to you for the first time. You’re still sleeping and he just stares at you in awe. You’re so beautiful, your hair fanned out over your pillow, your bare face, relaxed in sleep, your soft skin in the morning sunlight. And he remembers how you met…

He had noticed you down the line at the fanmeet, struggling to talk to the others; the closer you got, the more nervous he became. When you got to him, he couldn’t help but stutter a greeting. You were even more gorgeous up close, and he could barely get his words out.

You grinned at his obvious nerves and but didn’t make him feel awkward. You asked if he would take a selca on your phone. He obliged, quickly programming his number in it afterward. He tried to be nonchalant about it, but when you took your phone back and noticed, your dazzling smile made him blush and stutter even more.

You roll into his arms, hugging his waist, and open your eyes, giving him that same smile. His melts into a puddle of mush in your arms and hides his face in your neck, making you giggle and hug him tighter.

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hi reminder that i love and appreciate johnny seo so so much and i hope he’s having an amazing day and life and is happy

anonymous asked:

Please some pre-cursed Adam headcons. I love your writing! U are amazing!!

i told myself that i didnt need them i tried but then you sent this request and i was like ‘ITS FATE.’

  • Not exceedingly fond of people laying their hands on him. I know, it sounds arrogant, but Prince Adam values his own space and will let people touch him when he feels like.
    • Has this irrational fear that any sort of attention on his body is going to leave him feeling sick with himself, much like he felt when his father gave him any sort of attention.
      • He can almost feels his father’s hand on his back, pushing him into the life of being heartless, and deep down, Prince Adam absolutely despises it. He sometimes wonders what life would be life if his father hadn’t been so loveless and if his mother was still alive. 
        • He’ll let you know if you’re okay to touch him. It’s very rare, and either he’ll vocalize and tell you or he’ll touch you first. (Grabbing your hand, kissing the back of your hand, letting his fingers graze on yours while dancing).
          • Contrary to this, he does let Lumiere, Cogsworth, some of the others in the castle into his personal space.
    • Probably one of the reasons why he preens himself constantly. With the lack of affection from his father, he finds it easy to give it to himself. Straightening his jacket, brushing hair back from his face, letting his finger linger near his face while he expresses himself, glancing in the mirror before crossing his arms in front of his chest as if he’s hugging himself. He is. He can’t look at himself sometimes when he realizes just how alone his life is. 
  • One of the (few) reasons why he insists on wearing such over the top clothes, and getting all decked out for the parties he holds is because he refuses to let anyone recognize what’s underneath. A pitiful, sad excuse for a human. At least, that’s what he feels like sometimes. If you put on a mask, no one can truly see what you’re feeling. Isn’t that right? He asks himself. That’s right. Your father taught you that valuable lesson.
    • He soaks in the aesthetic of the parties he holds, but doesn’t enjoy them as much as he may seem. Prince Adam hires people to be there, basically hiring friends to keep him company. He taxes people until they feel “obligated” to come to his party. And even then, it’s only the most beautiful of women. 
      • (The next few are NSFW) Picks and chooses from the women there when he feels like it. He rarely ever engages one on one with them because he’s afraid of cracking his facade. The rare occasions he does pick a woman to stay at the Castle for the night with him, he acts and lashes out.
        • If they assume they were chosen for sex, he tends to get offended, often asking, “Do you think I’m that easy? Asking you here had nothing to do with that, I’m disgusted!” and if that happens, more often than not, he’ll have them leave before the night has even really started.
          • If they don’t assume that, then it’s usually just him staring at them from across the table. An intense stare as if he searching for answers somewhere inside of their bodies. He appears like he’s going to ask a question here or there but stops himself from going any further He tilts his head, licking his bottom lip before requesting that Lumiere get a bedroom set for them. 
            • Prince Adam does this because It isn’t a matter of being loved anymore, it’s just a matter of not being alone for an entire evening and actually have some sort of human interaction even if it’s just staring. He doesn’t want to be loved, but it’s still nice to not be alone.
          • I’m not saying that he hasn’t had sex with any of the women who’ve stayed the night there. It probably happens here and there, but only when he’s absolutely starved for affection and needs it. Tends to be a picky battle. He refuses to let them touch him other than when deems okay, probably yells here or there if they do something he doesn’t like. Still insists on consent, regardless. If they don’t want it, he’s not that much of an asshole and he won’t force it. 
          • Seriously uses women most of the time. After personally seeing them once, he usually never sees them again and they’re never invited back. If he keeps his distance, no one can get to his true self.
            • Refuses to let them stay in his room afterwards. He can’t let someone sleep in the same bed as him. It would expose to much and it’s much too personal.
  • Prince Adam absolutely buries all of the feelings above. He tries to feel nothing but what his father said was okay to feel. It leaves him a hallow shell on occasions. A man of good looks with an ugly personality. 
    • After his mother died, he tried to express himself to his father about his grief, but wasn’t allowed, and even then, the staff in the castle were told not to let Prince Adam even acknowledge his feelings. They made him weak, were his fathers words.
      • Years upon years of burying his emotions leads to more and more violent outbreaks. Most of them are attacks on himself, and he’ll beat himself up for letting emotions creep to the surface. 
        • Created a facade of narcissism and arrogance. Because of this, Prince Adam convinces himself that that is all he is and it only elevates as he gets older. He starts lashing out in more extravagant ways. Parties, taxing the villagers, buying himself lavish things(Clothes, materials, objects for the Castle) to perhaps fill the void in his heart.
  • The only thing that seems to keep him grounded is being left alone with a book. Contrary to what he may tell others, he does enjoy Romances while they last. Perhaps because he never saw such a thing with his parents and dreamed of encountering it or because he wanted it just as much. 
    • But, he tells himself that it doesn’t exists. Such a magical thing must only be expressed with words in some silly story. He slams the book shut and sets it on the table, standing up and walking out of the library. He’s never finished a Romance other than Romeo and Juliet. He hates it. He hates the cliche of dying for someone you love. Where is the practicality in that? There is none, he snarls while making his way down the hall, There is none. It’s foolish. 
  • During his childhood, his father convinced him that his mother died because of Prince Adam and his childlike tendencies. If Prince Adam acted like an adult, and like a Prince, then his mother wouldn’t have gotten so weak and gotten so sick. 
    • This leaves him bitter and cold for most of his teenage years until he turns the bitterness and chill into arrogance and hatred, no longer inflicting it on himself but on others as well.
  • When he was a child, the one place he would go to get away from it all was the Garden. His father wasn’t one for tracking him down outside of the Castle walls so a young Prince Adam would curl up in the Garden and read a book there when he was younger.
    • Over time, he starts to secretly take care of the rose bush that’s opposite of where he reads. They were his mother’s roses after all, and seeing them dead and wilted make him feel guilty. And over even more time, he becomes exceedingly protective of it. The pure white petals, the sharp thrones, the green vine and leaves.
  • Prince Adam kept a journal up until the Curse was placed on the Castle. Wrote in it every night before he went to bed, and keeps them locked away so no one can read them. They’re just documents about his day, things he had done, things he had thought, and felt but didn’t express given the chance. One of the ways he can be so stoned face and heartless is because he spills all of himself on paper and truly feels nothing outside of writing.
    • Sometimes, during the Curse,  he re-reads what he wrote and can pinpoint pivotal moments where things turned bad. He constantly tells himself, “You’re not a Beast now, you were a Beast then.”

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Harry was seated at yours and his booth at the local diner. It was a tradition that the two of you met here everyday after school to have a milkshake. It was a dangerous tradition but, boy was it a tasty one. He was reading the latest book his english teacher assigned to the class when you sat down on the seat across from him. You let out a sigh as you placed your hand on your cheek. Harry quickly dog tagged the page he was reading before he looked up at you.

Before he had the chance to ask what was on your mind, you mumbled, “Daniel asked Tanya to the dance.”

Harry’s lips pursed into a straight line. Daniel was the talk of the school. He played almost every sport the school had to offer, he was on the student council, and he drove a motorcycle to school (According to you, that was the hottest thing any guy could do). Whenever he was around, you could literally see every girls, and even guys’, pupils turn to little hearts. Harry was never a fan of Daniel. Daniel was nice, sure, but there was something about Daniel that bugged the absolute shit out of Harry.

Daniel managed to steal your heart.

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The introduction for the Hanamaru movie says that after Yasusada leaves, Kiyomitsu starts thinking about him and finds a diary he left behind in their room. ;_; 

A year’s worth of Yasusada’s memories being read by Kiyomitsu. ;_; 

Kiss Me Not -Part 15-

Find Part One Here!

tags: drarry, hogwarts eighth year, soulmates au

Harry had been afraid he’d be too distracted by Draco to get much done on his assignment but he was sorely wrong. Draco was used to tutoring the notoriously thick Crabbe and Goyle, he didn’t tolerate idle chit-chat, distractions or daydreams. No matter how much Draco sighed and complained he always made sure Harry was on the right track and would explain anything he wasn’t certain about in the most succinct way humanly possible, the polar opposite to how Hermione went about helping. For all that, once dinner got close, Harry couldn’t have focused a second longer.

“What are you working on?” He asked Draco.

“There’s still ten minutes left,” Draco said, not looking up from his writing.

Harry glanced at the massive potions book and flipped it closed, “I’m halfway done.”

“Not the point.”

Harry rolled his eyes and leaned in a little closer, “The point is that I’m done as I’m going to be. Are you working on the Defense assignment?”

I’m working right now, if you don’t mind,” Draco said coolly.

Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Draco continued to ‘work’, although Harry was fairly certain he was not 'working’ in the slightest. Harry waited. When Draco went to dip his quill in the ink well, Harry snatched the parchment away.

“Hey-!” Draco grasped after it.

Harry leaned away as far as he could in his chair, reading- Dear Mother, I am speaking with Potter now as you so surmised, but it is nothing of any import. I am not entirely certain of his- and the letter ended there.

“You write mum a lot, don’t you?” Harry said, putting the letter down in front of himself.

“Return it please,” Draco said stiffly, his mouth pursed in a thin line.

Harry took his quill, dipping it fastidiously in the ink, “Ron hardly writes at all and Hermione only writes once a week. Do you write every day?”

“Not every day!” Draco blurted, looking embarrassed and pretending not to be embarrassed in the slightest, “She worries. After everything that happened-” he hesitated, “-She worries is all.”

Harry held the parchment flat and wrote at the bottom in his neatest handwriting, which meant he had to write quite slowly- Mrs Malfoy, this is Harry Potter, I’m doing well. Thanks-

“What are you doing!?” Draco sputtered, grabbing for the paper again.

Harry smacked his hand away, “Saying hi to your mum, since you won’t do it.”

-for asking after me and for everything really. I’ve been getting to know Draco, although he’s being very difficult about it. I hope you are doing well. HP-

“There.” Harry smiled at his handy work, grabbing his wand to seal and protect his message before handing it back to Draco.

“I could just tear it off,” Draco muttered, squinting as he read what Harry wrote, “Start the whole letter over again-” he frowned, “-Merlin, your handwriting is atrocious.”

“It’s legible!” Harry said defensively.

Draco snorted and rolled his eyes, placed the parchment on the neat pile of his other paper and stacked his books atop that.

Harry cast a tempus and saw that dinner had already started, shoving his things haphazardly into his bag.

“Do you always make such a mess?” Draco asked. He held his bag open and with a quick charm, his neat stack of paper and books, filed themselves into his bag just as neatly.

Harry sighed, “Hermione tried to teach me that charm once, never could get the hang of it.”

“Shocking,” Draco muttered sarcastically.

Harry began absentmindedly fussing with the chaotic mess of his bag, not wanting to leave first.

Draco stood, looping his bag over his shoulder. He half turned away, his hand still resting on his chair, “I’m not going to go out tonight, much as I am loath to disrupt your stalking.”

Harry grinned, “Terribly inconvenient, I’ll have to rearrange my schedule entirely.”

Draco paused, his fingers toying absently with the swirls carved into the wood on the back of his chair, “I was- Tomorrow night I might go to the pitch.”

“Might? When?” Harry asked.

“You’re the stalker, you figure it out,” Draco said as he quickly walked past Harry and out of the library.

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 ~ Part 8 ~ Part 9 ~ Part 10 ~ Part 11~ Part 12 ~ Part 13 ~ Part 14 ~ Part 15 (you are here!) ~ Part 16  ~

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Dave raps under his breath a lot without really thinking about it, and while on the meteor everybody else just kind of gets used to it and filters it out like you would with a ticking clock or a humming refrigerator. Karkat has a harder time ignoring it, but he doesn’t really mind it all that much since it’s obvious Dave doesn’t even know he’s doing it. After he and Dave grow closer as bros, he even starts to like it and takes time out whenever there’s a quiet moment to just listen to whatever Dave’s mumbling.
This goes on for awhile until one day while they’re working in Can Town, Karkat starts laughing for some reason, and Dave can’t figure out why. At first, Karkat won’t tell him why he’s laughing, but eventually he admits that it’s because of something Dave said.
That’s fine and all, but the thing is, Dave doesn’t even know what he said. In fact, at least half of what he says is lost the moment it leaves his mouth. Karkat thinks that’s a total shame, because some (just some) of what he says is pure gold.
After some internal debate on his part, Karkat decides that the best course of action is to write down everything Dave says in case he wants to actually use it in a rap later. It becomes clear pretty quickly that Dave gets distracted too easily by Karkat’s presence and his scribbling whenever Dave so much as opens his mouth. Karkat gets nothing usable for that day and gives up.
A few days later, he gets a new plan. It’s the same as before, only this time he’s going to keep hidden and follow Dave around. It works out pretty well, Karkat’s pretty sneaky when he wants to be, and his hand can barely keep up with how fast Dave’s talking. He fills up almost the whole notebook with Dave’s junky speech. He’s really proud of himself until he actually reads what he wrote down.
The next day, Karkat has Dave sit down with him and shows him his notebook. At first Dave doesn’t get it, it’s a notebook filled with Karkat’s messy all caps scrawl, what’s so special about it? But then he flips through it and he recognizes the words written in it. Karkat takes the notebook back and asks if Dave wouldn’t mind him reading some of his favorite passages out loud. Dave gives him the okay, and Karkat flips through it until he finds the spot he wants.
At first, it’s just normal stuff about dicks and references and memes and whatever. Totally normal, average stuff he would have said to anyone at anytime. Dave doesn’t mind, it’s actually pretty cool to hear his stuff coming out of Karkat’s mouth. But then Karkat flips the page again, gives Dave a meaningful look, and starts reading.
They both start to go a little red in the face as the subject of the next few pages becomes obvious.
They’re all about Karkat. It ranges from stuff like “sizzlin sassafrass, look at that hot ass” to how soft his hair is.
Karkat pauses, and for a second Dave thinks that’s the end of it, but then Karkat takes a deep breath and starts reading again. The subject’s still Karkat, but this time it’s different. This time it’s about how much Dave likes it when Karkat smiles and how his laugh is really really nice. Or how funny and clever and he just wants to talk to him all the time and how his day is just freaking MADE whenever he spends any time with his awesome best boyfriend wait he meant bro-
And then Karkat stops reading, and Dave can’t even look at him because his face is on fire and Karkat wasn’t supposed to KNOW. Not at all, not like this. This is terrible, the worst, how is he going to explain this? How?
Karkat takes Dave’s hand and grabs his attention long enough to hand him a folded up piece of paper. Dave takes it, but isn’t sure about opening it. Karkat’s face is as red as Dave’s. He opens it.
It’s a really shitty drawing of both of them holding hands, surrounded by little scribbled hearts.
Dave folds the paper back up and holds out his hand. His face is as bright red as his god tier pajamas, but he’s sure of what he’s doing. Karkat takes Dave’s hand and holds it tightly.
They sit on the couch and hold hands for a half an hour before the Mayor finds them to go work on Can Town some more.
It’s a good first date.


Alec is again caught in one of those annoying and boring meetings at the Institute. Worry not, Magnus decides to be a good boyfriend and keeps Alec entertained with sending him little text and pictures of himself in various kinds of interesting positions.

Tags: Sexting, Dirty talk, Public, Smut

Alec was turned on, by the Angel, he swore that he was going to kill Magnus when he’d get the chance to see him. Alec was right in the middle of a meeting at the Institute when Magnus decided that he was bored and he started sending him dirty texts. He gritted his teeth and he let out a small groan of annoyance when he felt his phone buzzing again. The annoyance on his face didn’t seem to bother anyone around the table, so he just sighed and tried to pay attention to whatever was going on. But, even though he was annoyed that he wasn’t paying attention to the meeting, he found the texts quite a turn on.

Throughout the entire meeting, Magnus continued playing with him with sending him dirty texts, telling him how wonderful it would be if they would be together at the moment. Because Alec didn’t want to be unprofessional, he didn’t respond to any of those texts, but he still read every one each of them and that was something that Magnus was quite aware of. Alec had an innocent appearance, but deep inside was hiding a perverted man, just like Magnus, so the warlock knew that Alec must’ve been having quite a time at the meeting. Besides, in his opinion, he was doing his boyfriend a favour; he knew how boring those long meetings could get and he was just being a good boyfriend with keeping Alexander entertained.

Soon, the texts weren’t enough, apparently, because Alec almost dropped his phone when a picture came attached to the text message and he just sunk down into his chair and tried to keep a straight face. The entire thing was kind of turning him on, but he knew that he needed to end that; he needed to tell Magnus straight that what he was doing wasn’t professional. It might’ve been fun for him, but it wasn’t for Alec. To him, it was torture. Yet, in the end, he still opened up the picture and almost moaned when he saw it. Magnus was lying on the bed, his T-shirt only lifted a little bit, revealing some of his sun-kissed skin on his abdomen and subconsciously Alec dragged his tongue over his lower lip, but didn’t dare to reply. If he was caught texting, he would ruin his family’s reputation, so he just looked up and put on his usual poker face, nodding when someone proposed of a way how to get better connections with the Downworlders. However, he was distracted again when his phone buzzed again, his cock twitching at the thought that Magnus sent him another picture.

And he did. Now, Magnus was lying on the bed stripped down, wearing only his boxers and Alec’s mouth literally watered when he saw how hard Magnus was. His boxers were already stained with precum at the front and he barely restrained moaned when he saw the outline of Magnus’ hard member in his boxers. Magnus’ thumb was teasingly hooked under the hem of his boxers, pulling them down enough for him to be revealing just a bit of his pubic hair and Alec squirmed his legs when another picture came. On that one, Magnus had his legs spread open, his swollen and heavy cock resting on his stomach, while he was playing with one of his nipples and Alec swore under his breath when he felt his body heating up and he didn’t care about the meeting. Fuck, that man was the definition of the devil himself.

Magnus had to know what he was doing to Alec and to the Shadowhunter that was extremely sadistic, yet so fucking satisfying. After receiving a few more pictures, on which Magnus was stroking his cock and fingering himself was when Alec almost came right at that spot, with the entire room filled with other people. He could only thank the angels that his parents and his other siblings weren’t present there, because the fact that he wasn’t listening to the meeting wasn’t a secret anymore and when he looked across the table, where a woman was sitting, he could see that she was curiously looking at him and his face heated up when she giggled, leaned closer to a man that was sitting close to her ear and whispered something into his ear, which only caused the other one to chuckle as well.

Then, another picture came; Magnus’ cock was leaking with precum even more and Alec wondered if Magnus was close. He tried not to think about it too much, but in the end he sent a short text, asking Magnus if he was close and the question seemed to please Magnus, because he got a quick ‘yes’ as a reply, followed by a selfie, on which Magnus was wearing his usual seductive smirk, his face flushed into much deeper shades of red and his hair was stuck onto his forehead from perspiration. Alec cursed again, because he knew exactly why Magnus sent him that; the faces that Magnus made when they were making love turned him on so much, so that was just another way of Magnus torturing him at the moment.

Alec lowered himself in his seat and pressed his legs together; he was rock hard, his cock itching to be touched. It was beyond uncomfortable to be sitting there with an erection like that and he allowed himself to press a palm between his legs for less than a second and that was when he received another picture; Magnus was stroking his cock again, leaking, showing just how close he was and Alec just closed his eyes tightly, trying to ignore the next text that came, but in the end he read the text anyway and his eyes widened when he saw what Magnus wrote.

‘Alexander, darling, I’m close. Tell me, where do you want me to come?’


Alec’s fingers were shaking and a part of him was yelling at him not to reply, but that was kind of impossible to do at that the moment. Magnus was probably holding himself back from coming, just for him. The thought of Magnus squeezing the base of his cock and moaning out his name got the best of him and even though he wasn’t a fan of sending dirty texts, he wanted to be the one to order Magnus when he could come and not. And from his point of view, making Magnus come so early in the game would be too easy. He needed to be punished and a devious smile came upon Alec’s face as he straightened himself up a little bit and wrote Magnus back a reply, saying,

‘Who said that you could come already?’


Alec then cleared his throat and looked up, pretending to listen as he waited for a reply to come. Before he could actually get what the others were talking about, he was distracted by the buzzing of his phone and he didn’t hesitate that time to read the reply, smirking as he was reading it.


‘What is that, I hear, angel? You’re up for a bit more fun, huh? Is the meeting over?’


‘Far from it. And yes, that’s your punishment.’


‘A punishment? For what, I don’t remember doing anything bad at all. I’ve been a good boy all day, darling.’


When Alec received that text, his cheeks warmed up and he bit into his lower lip. Then, he remembered that he shouldn’t get all soft on Magnus yet, determined to give him the punishment that he received, so he quickly wrote back a text saying,


‘M-hm, of course you were. Now tell me, what are you doing?’


‘Imagining how wonderful it would be to have those lips of yours wrapped around my cock.’


Even though Alec’s cheeks were burning with embarrassment, he managed to smirk and he let out an amused gasp. Having Magnus’ hot cock in his mouth at that moment would be lovely. He’d wrap his lips around it, swallow it all the way until he’d feel it hit the back of his throat and he’d squeeze him nice and tight, making sure to make Magnus come really hard. Alec’s head was speeding with the images of that flashing in front of his eyes and he moved again in his chair, his self-control paper thin by then. Alec felt his member twitching again and he crossed his ankles, holding his breath and he opened up his legs again. His phone buzzed again and he frantically hit the open button and read the text, which said,

‘What’s the matter, angel? You suddenly got all silent on me, not fair. Are you still in the meeting?’


Alec almost laughed at that and he just gritted his teeth, hitting the reply button and he wrote back a reply,

‘Yeah, I’m still in the middle of the meeting. You’re making things really hard for me, Magnus.’


Wanting to make himself look present, Alec grabbed the pen on the table and held onto it tight, his knuckles going white from how much he was gripping onto it. His skin felt hot, his toes curling when the fabric of his boxers grazed the head of his cock and he bit hard down onto his lower lip when a moan almost escaped past his lips. He was sweating, his breathing rapid and awfully uneven, his heart beating hard against his ribcage as his cock was pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans.


‘Hard, huh? Interesting choice of words, darling. Am I making things hard on you by making you hard?’


Alec almost laughed at how absurd that sounded. Of course he was hard, just what in the world Magnus expected him to be after all of that teasing?! He straightened himself up just a little bit and he cleared his throat as he hit back the reply button.

‘Are you fucking kidding me? Of course I’m hard, I almost came before just by seeing the pictures you’ve sent me.’


‘Is that so? I want to make you come just like that, without touching yourself, in front of everyone. It’s kind of turning you on, right? The thought of someone catching how hard you are for me right now?’


Alec cursed again, Magnus’ words stirring up his cock again and he pressed a palm against his lips, trying to look natural. But, no one was paying attention to him; they were too busy with getting into an argument about something that Alec couldn’t care less. His mind was completely focused on his boyfriend and he dropped his pen down onto the table, digging his nails into his palms. He grew even harder, if that was even possible; his erection felt sticky, hot, itching for relief and he was a mess. Despite his embarrassment, he needed more of Magnus’ dirty words; never in his life had he been so turned on and he wanted more.

‘God, yes. If I was there next to you, what would you do to me?’


When the reply came, he grabbed the phone back, way too quickly. Luckily, others were still arguing, so he just read Magnus’ reply, which said,


‘Kiss you, caress you. I’d start my way on top of your chest and then kissed my way lower. I would wrap my fingers around your cock and stroke it for you. Then I’d swallow you whole. Would you like that?’


Oh, Alec wouldn’t just like it, he’d love that. His imagination was running wild with things he wanted to do to Magnus. For example, he’d love to try out the 69-position with him; it was something new and so arousing. There were more things he wanted to do, but his fingers shook a bit, because he didn’t know how to put it into words. He rarely used dirty talk in the bedroom, so he was kind of awkward with that. Yet, he still managed to write back a reply saying,


‘Yeah. I want to blow you as well. I would turn around and we could do it in 69?’


His face heated up, but he didn’t care. Alec looked around the room and then almost jumped when a new text came, reading it almost immediately.


‘That’s it angel, I would love that. You could prepare me in this position as well. Lick me spread open, or would you use your fingers?’


Without even thinking, Alec let out a soft moan and he didn’t even know when he placed his free hand on top of his hard cock. No one seemed to notice, so he quickly removed the hand, but his hips moved on their own, wanting more of that friction. He placed a hand on top of his thigh and dug his fingers into the flesh; even that spot was sensitive. Without even touching himself properly, he could feel that he was slowly coming close and he gritted his teeth, writing back a reply.


‘I’d use my tongue and my fingers, together. What are you doing right now?’


‘That’s it, Alexander. I just slid a finger inside me.’


“Oh god,” said Alec under his breath. By the Angel, he wanted to see that. Magnus had sent him a picture like that before, but he wanted to see it again. Especially now; Magnus was probably a mess by then. And he, himself, wasn’t any better as well. His boxers felt damp with his precum, but he didn’t mind it. He wanted it to be sticky and messy.


‘Show me.’ was the reply that he wrote back. The picture that came after a minute or so didn’t disappoint at all; Magnus’s legs were spread open again, two fingers inside of him that time. Magnus’ chest and abdomen were wet with sweat and Alec swallowed hard, his throat really dry. His reply came a bit slower, because he was still holding back his breath. But he wanted Magnus to know how good he was for him.


‘That’s so hot, Magnus. You’re amazing.’


‘I wish I’d have something bigger in me, though.’


Alec wished for that as well, he wanted to bury himself inside of Magnus. He could already feel himself sliding through the first ring of muscles and even though he wasn’t touching himself, he could feel a tightness around his cock. God, he’d give it to Magnus so hard, it’s not like he’d be able to hold himself back anyway. He was too worked up. Alec’s head was feeling dizzy, but he still managed to write back a reply.


‘I bet you would, I’d give it to you. Hard, rough and deep, just like the way you like it.’


Magnus’ reply came slower than usual, just making Alec wonder what Magnus was doing then? Was he too far gone into the pleasure to write back? Alec pressed his lips together and his stomach made a flop when his phone buzzed, reading the text and almost came from reading it.


‘That’s it, fuck me. How would you want me? On my knees? Or with my legs up? Or should I just split myself open on top of your cock and ride you?’


Oh god, all of those positions seemed so appealing to Alec. He’d love to lift Magnus’ legs up and fuck him senseless. Or maybe do him from behind, grab him by his hair, yank his head back and kiss him? Then again, he’d love to have Magnus on top of him, riding him.


‘Ride me.’


When Alec’s phone buzzed again, his cock twitched again and he cursed; he didn’t know how long he could hold on for anymore and the meeting was still going. Was it really? Who cared, because when he read Magnus’ next text, a soft moaned escaped past his lips and he just pressed a hand between his legs as he read the text.


‘Oh god… Alec, I’m so close. Can I come?’


Knowing that Magnus was close, brought Alec closer to the edge as well.  With shaky fingers, he hit the reply button and wrote the reply.


‘Yeah, come for me. Let it all out.’


‘Here I come.’


Magnus’ last text came with a picture attached, on which Magnus was resting on top of the bed, wearing a devious and exhausted smile and Alec’s breath shook when he looked lower. Magnus’ stomach was covered with his load and Alec cursed. God, he came so much. Seeing that was what brought Alec over his edge as well and he grabbed the edge of the table, holding his head down his eyes tightly shut and he forced himself not to moan when the pleasure became too overwhelming, coming right at spot, without even touching himself. The pleasure was hitting him in waves, taking him quite a while to calm down and when he finally did calm down, he was mortified with what he had just done.

Alec’s heart fell to the pit of his stomach when he felt a hand on top shoulder and he literally jumped up when he saw a fellow Shadowhunter next to him, not even wanting to know what he was going to say to him. What if he got caught? Shit, shit, shit… his entire career would be over and-

“Everything okay there? The meeting’s over, so you can leave,” said a man, who looked the same age as Robert and Alec flinched, but he was kind of relieved. Not only because the meeting was finally over, but because apparently he didn’t get caught.

“Yeah, um, everything’s okay,” said Alec, surprised with how low his voice was.

“You sure you feel okay? You’re kind of flushed and you haven’t been paying much attention during the meeting.”

Alec froze as he tried to come up with an excuse. “Um, stomach ache,” he blurted out.

“Ah, I see. The stress is getting to you. I think I’d be the same if I were in your shoes,” said the Shadowhunter and laughed. “You have to watch your health while you’re still young, so don’t overwork yourself. Go get some rest.”

“Ah, yes, thank you,” said Alec awkwardly and quickly made his way to his bedroom, locked himself in and called Magnus.

“Magnus,” stammered Alec.

“Oh hi,” said the voice from the other side of the call and shivers ran up Alec’s spine when he heard how low Magnus’ voice was. He sounded really tired as well. “Everything okay? I was kind of disappointed that you didn’t write back.”

“The meeting was over,” said Alec, as if that would actually explain things.

“Ah,” said Magnus and even though Alec couldn’t see him, he could tell that the other was grinning. “Calling to scold me then?”

“No, I, um-”

“Did you like it?”

“Magnus… shit, of course I did,” said Alec and burst into laughter, his voice still breathless and he made a short pause. “You don’t understand, you made me come in the middle of the meeting. Well, technically, it was over, but-”

“Holy shit,” said Magnus and his deep, attractive laughter filled Alec’s eardrums. “Hands-free and in front of everyone?”

“Yeah,” said Alec and his face heated up again.

“That’s amazing,” muttered Magnus. “You just keep surprising me, in a good way, of course,” teased the warlock and Alec let out a quiet laughter. “So, now that the meeting is over, any more plans on the horizon?” asked Magnus.

“Can I come over?” asked Alec quickly, way too quickly.

“So that we can put what we talked about earlier into practice?” asked Magnus. “I’d love that.”

“Yeah. I’ll be on my way, okay?” asked Alec and couldn’t wait to be finally with Magnus.

“Hurry up, I’ll be waiting for you,” said Magnus and Alec didn’t need to be told twice as he was already on his way the minute later.

Baby Andrews // Archie Andrews

requested- nope, my friends recently got assigned this in school and i thought it’d be cute for a story

summary- reader and archie get assigned as mom and dad for home ec class

pairing- archie x reader

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You can speak Korean well but when it comes to writing there’s a lot of mistakes (BTS)

Rap Monster: -you two would be working on it. He would pick up your paper and then look at you- “you’re getting closer. But this is still off”

Originally posted by yoongichii

Jin: -he would feel awkward as he read what you wrote down before he would look at you- “um I know you are trying but this isn’t very close to what you said”

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Suga: -he would ask the boys for help as he didn’t understand what you had been writing down. It was supposed to be a cute note but he didn’t know what it says- “guys help me. Her writing doesn’t make sense to me”

Originally posted by syubto

J-Hope: -he would hear you say it but the moment you wrote it down it didn’t make sense anymore- “what are you exactly trying to write?”

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Jimin: -he would see your efforts and decide to help you out a bit with it- “how about you and I work on writing?”

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V: -he would be out with the boys when he got a text from you. You had been working hard to write properly and for the most part he understood but since he didn’t he decided to call you- “I’ll be back. I don’t know what Y/N is talking about”

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Jungkook: -he would look at your text and see what you were trying so he would pull you along with him- “lets go get something to eat”

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Little Ham Man (Small?Hamilsquad x Reader) 9

A/N: enjoy my friends!

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You walked home with the, you sighed, six men. You hoped that no more founding fathers would appear because this situation was getting out of hand. The boys were roughhousing behind you, Hercules holding Alexander in a headlock and Lafayette and John laughing at their antics. You scowled them, but they ignored you, continuing their behavior.

You had no clue what you would do if another showed up.

You opened the door for them, all of them running in. This time, your neighbor didn’t dare to come out of his room, since the last incident. You locked your door behind you and looked at all of them. Thomas and James sat on the counter, James leaning on a cup and closing his eyes, while Thomas walked around with that stupid cane of his.

You heard their stomachs growling when you walked there, and with the limited amount of money your job gave you and your bills that you had to pay, you didn’t have much to spare.

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Starstruck - Tom Holland au

Originally posted by chacecrawford

I’m back with another shitty au but I love to write those so DEAL WITH IT

I already named some of the characters but nothing stops you from naming them differently

again, sorry about my english. I try

let’s get starteeeeed

  • ok it starts with you living in a small town in England with your family
  • you have a sister older than you (let’s just establish that Tom’s 21, your sister is 20 and you’re 19)
  • Mags, your sis, is obsessed with this actor Tom Holland and watches E V E R Y one of his interviews
  • sometimes you think your eyes will fall from your head from rolling so much
  • Dude, can you stop drooling all over him? You don’t even know him”
    We have a connection, Y/N. You wouldn’t understand”
  • it’s not that you’re a bad person, you just know that people might be different off the cameras
  • what if this Tom is just a prick?
  • One day your parents plan a trip to London to visit your grandmother and your sister flps ‘cause Tom lives there
  • It’s not like you’re going to bump into him”
  • then Mags opens a big pink book that you’ve already seen sometimes but never wanted to know about
  • and gosh
  • each page contains things of his routine
  • where he works, lives, drinks, shops
  • she might even know where he shits for god’s sake
  • while Mags jumping around the house looking for missing piece of clothes to put on her bag you’re just thinking about how much you miss your grandma
  • your parents have been absent for most of the time and she was the one who raised you
  • then she had to move to London ‘cause of her husband’s death and you only got to see her once a year
  • so let’s just say you were very excited
  • the car trip was awful
  • it wasn’t long but your sister made it look like an eternity 
  • I can’t wait to go to the Onyx club and see Tom!”
    I hope I can meet him at the Sunset Park”
    I swear I will jump at him if I see him in Miguel’s Gym”
  • when you got there and saw your grandmother doing gardening you just flipped and hug her
  • you’ve always felt so comfortable in her arms
  • it was good until Mags started to complain that you were taking too long and she needed to follow Tom’s routine
  • your parents said that they would only let her go if you came with her
  • Fuck no”
    Y/N, language!”
  • after watching your sister almost kneeling to beg for you to come you agreed rolling your eyes while doing so
  • don’t worry, Mags, it runs like a Ferrari”
    a super ugly Ferrari, you mean”
  • it was starting to get dark and you just put on a hoodie and your sneakers to go 
  • you went to your sisters room to find her going crazy about something that you couldn’t really understand
  • I found out that Tom Holland is making an appearence at Onyx club tonight and will meet his fans! I can’t believe the Universe is compensating me”
    “Take a breath, Mags. He’s not all that”
  • she almost threw you at the window
  • she asked for your family car but your parents said that they had to use it so your grandma let her use her car
  • PS: it was a VERY pink car
  • like really pink
  • but Mags wanted to see her so called love and hopped right into the front seat
  • when you got there after almost getting deaf from Mags singing skills you told her that you would stay in the car
  • she didn’t care and jumped out, walking across the street in her very high heels
  • I need those heels to be taller than everyone, then Tom can see me in the crowd”
    Dude, what”
  • so you have been in the car alone for what it felt like hours just watching the city lights and the cars in movement and got bored
  • you tried to call her but she never answered
  • you jumped out of the car and crossed the street to see a big ass line of people trying to get into the club
  • frustrated, you turned around trying to find the back exit
  • when you found it you walked to the door 
  • and bam
  • you were knocked off
  • your head was now pounding and you couldn’t see straight for a moment
  • “ouch”
    “oh fuck, did I just hit you?”
    no, the door hit me by itself”
  • your vision was returning to normal and you started to recognize him
  • those brown curls, sharp jaw and chocolate eyes
  • oh no
  • “wait… you’re Tom…”
  • then suddenly his hand was covering your mouth
  • okay, you need to see a doctor”
  • he literally pushed you to his car
  • you started to feel dizzy the moment he helped you to get on your feet
  • the same door that hit you opened again revealing another familiar face
  • the blonde guy was Tom’s best friend as you remembered from that pink book
  • I know you… you’re Harry… Howard?”
    Harrison, gosh. Who is she, Tom?”
    I don’t know… What’s your name?”
  • when you got on the passenger seat on what you supposed that was his car you started to feel worse
  • Harrison was in front of you and started to talk to Tom about something that you couldn’t focus 
  • your stomach felt funny and you just turned your face in the blonde direction and threw up
  • the last thing you remembered was you in a hospital bed and a man examinating you
  • his dark hand opened your eyelids and he just gave you a small smile
  • everything looks good”
  • then Tom opened the curtain in a hurry and gave you both a look
  • so she’s okay?”
    out, Tom, for God’s sake”
    “if I’m okay, why did I thow up?”
    “maybe it was something you ate or it was just your reaction to meet this douchebag”
    “it’s a curtain, Anthony, this means I can hear you”
  • you laughed a little and then asked if they knew each other
  • your doctor told you that he and Tom were old friends
  • when you were free to go, the actor received a call from his mother and told him that she needed him in the house right away
  • and he told you that he would drop you at your grandma’s right after
  • after rolling your eyes and arguing a lot you agreed
  • you’ve got to be kidding me. This house could have a small country living in!”
    yeah yeah, let’s go upstairs”
    why do you have so many pictures of yourself? This is so creepy”
  • he took you to his room and told you to stay 
  • bored again, you went to his balcony and watched the view
  • then you stared down and found Tom holding a paper in front of a big crowd and noticed that his hands were shaking a little bit
  • I know that you all came here to watch my new movie trailer, but I wanted to show you a piece of my poetry work… ”
  • as stubborn as you were, you had to admit that it was incredible 
  • it was hard to impress you but booooy
  • but as you watched everyone cheering him, you saw a couple that didn’t look very happy
  • what you didn’t know was that Tom loved to write poetry and always did but never showed anyone
  • it was a huge step to read it in front of a huge crowd
  • he was never scared to act ‘cause he always read what he was told to, but reading a piece that he wrote was a whole new thing
  • by the time he was finished you had already go downstairs and opened his garage door
  • why does he owns so many cars?
  • and he opened the door too, smiling genually 
  • you told me that you would take me home. When?”
    pick a car and we can go”
    “So how do you wanna get there? Walking?”
    “where do you live?”
    “ok, we can get there. On tuesday”
  • inhaling deeply you agreed with him and watched him opening the silver car’s door
  • but you were too stubborn and hoppend into the blue one
  • what’s the purpose of that?”
  • while he was driving you started to think about the whole night and felt the urge to roll your eyes
  • then he turned the radio on and a song comes playing on right at the end
  • next came an ad about a new movie and you heard the narrator saying Tom’s name
  • and he started to quote his lines and opened a big smile
  • really?”
    what? I thought you liked it”
    ok, you thought I would be dying to be in a car with Tom Holland listening to him quoting the lines of his new movie ‘cause it’s every fan dream, but guess what”
    I’m not your fan”
  • you could see his smile dropping and his face turning into a sad expression
  • god you felt like a monster
  • “you don’t like it?”
  • trying to fix the situation you responded quickly
  • no, I like your movies. I’m just not crazy about you”
  • obviously you added sass to your phrase
  • while Tom was driving he noticed that a black car started to follow them and knew that they were paparazzis 
  • when he parked he saw they getting closer and asked you to crash in your garage
  • you helped to pull his car into the garage and looked for some covers for him to sleep
  • he even asked you if he could find something to use to hide from the paparazzis and you told him to look into the boxes
  • he put on a blue hat and turned to you asking if it was fine
  • your heart stopped for a moment when you realized what hat it was
  • your grandpa’s hat
  • you remember him using it almost every evening when he went fishing by the lake near the house
  • okay… should I take it off?”
    “no, no. You should keep it. Looks good on you”
  • he gave you a weird look and picked up the covers
  • when you were about to leave, he grabbed your arm firmly and gave you a big smile and doe eyes and you felt your heart skip a beat
  • stop doing that”
    doing what?”
    giving me this… this fucking look. I bet you do it all the time, you give the girls this look and expect them to fall for you, but it’s not working for me so get over it”
  • so you fully turned away and closed the door behind you without knowing that he was smiling again
  • the morning after you came to the table to have breakfast with your family and say Mags looking a w f u l
  • she asked for the syrup and your grandma told her that it was in the garage
  • then you panicked
  • you ran after her and started to fight for the garage entrance control
  • and your father came right in and opened it revealing the empty room
  • you were relieved
  • when you two came back to the house, your grandma told Mags that the news were talking about “that boy you like”
  • the reporter was talking about his appearence in the Onyx club for his girlfriend Ella Marie’s birthday and left early
  • with a mysterious girl
  • you were frightened for a moment
  • but then Mags decided that she was going to follow Tom’s schedule again 
  • your mother told you to go with her again and you didn’t even had the energy to argue
  • when you got to the park, Mags started to walk around trying to find her idol
  • I wonder what his eyes looks like up close”
    “brown, like chocolate.”

  • you were lucky that she completly ignored that comment
  • you found a bench with a guy sitting on
  • then you saw the blue hat and smiled, sitting next to him
  • and you thought that it would be fun to mess with him a little and started to talk about the weather and the trees and he got really uncomfortable
  • what gave it away?”
    the hat”
    “it kinda smells like fish”
    “no, I’m pretty sure that’s you”
  • he told you that he never went home because there were 10 paparazzis parked outside his house
  • so he asked for your car and then you made a trade
  • you put his car keys on your sister’s bag and you two went to your grandmas car while hiding from the cameras
  • he gave you his sunglasses to hide even more 
  • when you escaped you started laughing and talking a lot
  • you know, I’m gonna need my sunglasses back”
    I don’t know… I kinda liked them”
    you can have it later”
    for reals? ‘Cause my friends won’t believe that I, Y/N Y/L/N, have actually got Tom Hollands sunglasses from Tom Holland himself! Would you autograph it for me?”
    haha, very funny”
    so how long do we have to stay away?”
    just till the paparazzis leave the park”
  • so Tom suggests for you to do something and takes you to a tour in Londons best places ‘cause you have never went to those
  • he showed you the Big Ben, the Buckingham Palace and even bought a camera to take pictures of you and the guards
  • he wanted to take you to the London Eye but you told him you would throw up all of the toffee pudding you ate
  • then he took you to Madame Tussauds and took lots of pictures of you and his wax figure
  • you even picked at his wax figure nose
  • when you made a stop, you were sitting in Millennium Bridge and he snapped a picture of you 
  • ‘cause you looked so natural and pretty that he couldn’t resist and then he took one of you two together
  • at the end of the tour, you already knew all of his ad lines and were quoting with him earning a lot of laughs
  • you know, I really liked your poem”
    really? I-I… I don’t have much support to write them and-”
    why? That one was awesome and I know the others might be as well”
    my parents doesn’t like them at all”
  • you didn’t know what to say, then you put your hand on his shoulder and caress the spot, reassuring him that it was okay
  • until you spotted the paparazzis following you again
  • Tom drove in another direction while you gave him coordinates
  • when you disregarded them you found yourselves lost in a forest and the car wasn’t moving 
  • then you saw that you were in a big mud puddle sinking the car
  • for your lives, you two jumped into the puddle and swam to the surface and out
  • laying on the grass you inhaled deeply and started to panic ‘cause the car was gone
  • and a anger took over you making you throw everything at Tom
  • calm down Y/N, it wasn’t our fault!”
    yeah, it was mine, because I was so stupid to help you in the first place”
    what are you saying? Why don’t you like me? I thought that after today you would”
    that’s the problem! You think everybody likes you”
    it’s because they do”
    “no, Tom, they just want something from you”
  • you tried to wipe the mud off your arms and clothes and never saw the hurt look on his face
  • you know, your life is not real, Tom. You live in a house that looks like a five-star hotel, have a shitload of cars and money and a girlfriend that you don’t even like”
    “I like her”
    oh yeah? Then why you left her birthday to help a stranger?”
    I… I don’t know!”
    do you even want to be with her?”
  • After a deep exhale you saw the pain in his chocolate eyes 
  • “no. I don’t”
     can you even name two of your employees?”
    are you telling me that you think I don’t give a damn about them?”
    name them!”
    Rose, Darcy, Jude, Carl, Sierra, Marcus and Jeanine. Want more?”
  • you felt like shit after that, but didn’t let your anger go
  • and then,  while you were arguing, he fell into the tall grass and you screamed for him
  • out of nowhere, he came back and grabbed you, falling into a lake
  • the water cleaned all your anger and threw it away while you two were having fun together
  • after a while, you two came out of the water and sat in a wooden stump while admiring the sunset
  • I wish I could stay here forever”
    “’cause here is peaceful. Without paparazzis, parents, girlfriends…”
    and why do you say that?”
    just like you said, they all want something from me”
    “I didn’t mean it like that. I was angry about the car and…”
    “no, you were right, it is like that”
    “it’s just that your life is so different from mine and I don’t understand everything being so public”
    “not everything is so public”
    “like what?”
    “like this”
  • he started to lean in and his flushed lips found yours, sealing a gentle kiss that made it seem like everything else didn’t matter
  • nor Tom’s fame nor Y/N’s ordinary life
  • and you got goosebumps all over your body while his thumb caressed your cheek 
  • when you separated you looked deep into his eyes and noticed that look again
  • you like me”
    you wish”
  • while you two walked back to the park, your fingers were interwined the whole way, never breaking the contact
  • from time to time he kissed your cheek or pecked your lips, receiving smiles from you
  • but when two guys passed you running, he turned into a whole new person, putting your grandpa’s hat to hide from them
  • you feel bad to see that he keeps doing that
  • he doesn’t want to be seen with you and it breaks your little heart
  • back to the real world, this ends here”
    what’s ‘this’?”
    this, us. You can’t tell anybody about what happened today, not even your parents”
    “why? It’s not like they would post it on Twitter or anything”
    but you have to promise me. If anyone knows about this, the media will go crazy”
    why would it go crazy?”
    “’cause I’m Tom Holland and you’re just an ordinary girl”
  • back at it again with the ordinary and celebrity thing
  • you try to go away but he stops you again, saying that he didn’t meant it like that, but you don’t listen
  • you tell him to leave you alone but he stops you again
  • can you give me that camera? I wouldn’t want the pictures to get out”
  • you throw the camera in the grass and he picks it up
  • I don’t want it to end that way”
    how about this, Tom, we both forget about what happened today and live our lifes like before?”
    you don’t understand, Y/N. If the paparazzis sees those pictures they would make up stories and turn everything beautiful into an ugly thing. They ruin everything”
    “they don’t have to, you already did”
  • you get your grandpa’s hat back and turn around, leaving him there with your heart on his hands
  • the rest of the trip you feel empty and sick, not processing any of what happened
  • your parents even took you two to London’s famous spots that happened to be the same that Tom took you and you felt uneasy
  • but you faked it really well
  • while walking you saw the cover of a magazine that reads “Tom Holland and Ella Marie breaks up” and felt a little bit of hope, but it fade away when you remembered about what happened
  • it was so hard for you to forget about the butterflies in your stomach that he gave you when you two kissed
  • when your trip came to an end, you hugged your grandma so tight, never wanting to let go
  • oh darling, I know it hurts right now, but it isn’t as bad as it seems. Life has a way to make everything better”
    you sure, grandma?”
    take a look at me, I’ve been wanting to get rid of that ugly car since your grandpa died”
  • by the time you came home, there were lots of paparazzis in your front yard and you had to pass through them
  • your sister came running to the tv room and put on some channel that was showing Tom doing an interview
  • saying that he didn’t know you
  • I don’t know who this girl is or what she’s saying about me”
  • Gosh, can’t he break your heart a little more?
  • and then he looked at the camera with his look and you felt like crying
  • so you just left the room and ran to your bed
  • for a few days the paparazzis were camping on your frontyard and you got sick of it, coming right at them
  • Y/N, tell us about your weekend with Tom, we only want the truth”
    you don’t want the truth, you want a story. You take a good normal person and turn them into your own reality show. You build them up into a celebrity so you can turn them down in public”
  • you just keep throwing all of your emotions at them and the noise stopped right away, listening and feeling sorry for themselves
  • one more question, who Tom Holland really is?”
  • you wanted to tell the truth, to tell them all your thoughts, but you just couldn’t, so you lied
  • the Tom Holland you want so bad to know about, I never met him. And I never want to”
  • when all of those impostors left your house, you spent the other days reading your books
  • one morning, when you felt like the weather was pure and clear, you grabbed a big book from your shelf and opened the front door to read it on the porch
  • but it wasn’t like the other days
  • ‘cause that day, Tom Holland was in your porch, holding a piece of paper while his fingers were trembling
  • fuck no”
  • you closed the door and heard him calling you again, opening in a fast move
  • Y/N, please, listen to me”
    “why should I?”
    “you shouldn’t, but please, give me this chance”
  • you lick your lips and refuses to look him in the eyes, feeling uncomfortable in his presence
  • I know I messed up, big time, but I’m trying to make things right. I’m trying to be more like a person, just like you told me to”
    good to know, are you done?”
    n-no, actually, I wrote you a poem, and I wanted you to hear it from me, not to read or anything like that. I wanted to read it for you. And please, just listen for it and then I’ll leave you alone, I promise”
  • Again, you inhale for a long time and the exhale, biting your bottom lip, nodding for him to go on
  • “I’m no superman
    I can’t take your hand
    And fly you anywhere
    You want to go
    I can’t read your min
    Like a billboard sign
    And tell you everything
    You want to hear, butI’ll be your hero
    ‘Cause I can be everything you need
    If you’re the one for me
    Like gravity I’ll be unstoppable
    I believe in destiny
    I may be an ordinary guy
    With heart and soul
    But if you’re the one for me
    I’ll be your hero”
  • you almost felt the blood taste in your mouth from how hard you were biting your bottom lip by now
  • you look deep into his eyes and feel that connection again, but now afraid to fall and to be more broken than before
  • Tom, it was nice, but I’m already in pain, so if you could just go…”
    I talked to your grandma, Y/N. She told me to come”
    why does it have to do with any of this?”
    she gave me this”
  • he shows you the hat in his hands and you feel a weird sensation in your stomach again
  • some tears starts to fall from your eyes and burn your cheeks but you don’t mind them
  • I think I like you, Y/N. I’m not supposed to, but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if you’re ordinary or not, to me, you’re special”
  • your heart skipped a beat and he takes off his sunglasses, placing them on top of your head and earning a big smile from your lips
  • hey, Tom?”
    you’re an asshole”
    it’s okay, you are too”
  • then, you smile at him and your lips meet again, in an embrace that you just wanted so much to feel again
  • how about you get in here and have some lunch with us?”
    that would be great”