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Ace Dex combating the casual aphobia that we all deal with at some point.  

“Dude, you’ve never done the nasty?”

Dex rolled his eyes, hard. Whiskey’s tone was just this side of shocked, and it made Dex was to take back the fact that he had said anything at all. It wasn’t exactly that he expected the team to be more understanding than other people, but he hoped that was the case, anyway.

On top of that, Whiskey managed to catch the attention of Ransom and Holster, who were walking past, heads close together.

“Wait, what’s this about someone never smuggling the ol’ bone?”

Ransom gave Holster a critical look, then grinned in that way that only someone on the wrong side of tipsy can. “Playing hide the sausage.”

Holster countered quickly with, “Making the beast with two backs.”

“Assault with a friendly weapon.”

“Entangling the lower beards.”

“Joint sessions of Congress.”

Holster held out a fist. “Bro, pound it out for that one.”

With a solemn nod, Ransom offered tapped his fist to Holster’s. Dex hoped that their (truly awful) back and forth would distract them from what was going on, but instead they plopped onto the couch to join in the conversation. Well, they pushed their way onto the couch, which was already too full, Ransom on one end and Holster in the middle of Nursey and Dex.

Whiskey pointed in Dex’s general direction, and told the captains, “Apparently, Dex has never had sex.”

Holster threw a big arm around Dex’s shoulder and turned toward him. Dex could smell tub juice wafting off of him. “Dex! My dude. My man. Bro. We gotta resolve this.”

“It’s not a problem. There’s nothing to resolve.”

On the other side of Holster, Dex could see his boyfriend’s concerned face. Nursey knew that Dex’s sexuality (well, his asexuality) was still a touchy subject. On the best of days, it was hard for him to have a conversation about. On the days after a game loss and with a group of drunken and less than subtle frat boys, well…. Chances were that it wasn’t going to go well.

“No, but Dex. Dexy. Dex. Sex is so good. Tell ‘im, Rans, tell him about… Shit, what’s a good one for Dex? Crab fishing in the dead sea.”

Dex scrunched up his face. “Dude, that’s fucking gross. And no, whatever fucking euphemism you use, the answer is no.”

On the other side of Holster, Nursey stood up and held a hand out to Dex, and yeah, that sounded like a better idea than having a discussion about life choices with a very drunk Holster. Dex pushed off the couch with a solid fist to Holster’s thigh, maybe a little harder than strictly necessary. He followed Nursey under the caution tape and up the stairs to Chowder’s room.

They spent the rest of the not-kegster (because apparently it could only be a kegster if they won the game) hiding out, watching Brooklyn-99. Dex could feel Nursey sending him concerned looks, but he ignored them. They fell asleep together, cuddling on the thin mattress.

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Enchoi Your Fridays: Ikea with the Choi Boys

Happy Friday! Here’s some shenanigans~

  • You want some new furniture since the ones in Rika’s apartment is getting old
  • So you ask if Saeran and Saeyoung can help, and of course, they agree
  • You enter and some helpers give you those maps…well, they didn’t give on to Saeran
  • He was mildly offended
  • You guys aren’t even past the first section and you lose it
  • Saeran is so confused, “How did both of you lose a map? You had two!”
  • But you all shrug and think you can just follow the signs…it can’t be that hard, right?
  • The next section is cups and utensils
  • Saeran is the one who suggests that he look for new plates while Saeyoung and you go look at the dressers you wanted
  • You agree…secretly wanting the time alone
  • You find yourselves going into those little built display rooms
  • You two inevitably start talking about your future together
  • What your kitchen would be like…your living room…what coffee table you guys would like
  • You wander into the kid’s section, but with you both talking about the future, seeing all the kids stuff made you both really embarrassed
  • You zoom through…but not without jumping on a kids’ bed at least once
  • You two head towards the drawers, but you two kind of get distracted by the large sign with the meatballs
  • So you two find yourselves in the cafe ordering food
  • Despite the atmosphere of disgruntled children and tired shoppers, Saeyoung still tries to be “romantic” and feed you the meatballs
  • Half way through your little impromptu date, he gets a call from Saeran
  • “Where are you guys? I’m lost in the couch section.”
  • “Oh…try to find a map.”
  • “…Are you eating something?”
  • With a meatball halfway to his mouth, Saeyoung pretends the phone is getting cut off and hangs up quickly
  • Slip back to Saeran sitting on some random couch, hungry and lost in Ikea
  • A little girl joined him a few minutes later… “I lost my parents,” she explained
  • “Me too,” he replies before he realizes what he said
  • The girl tries to have a conversation with him
  • “Oh…I heard they have good meatballs here.”
  • Saeran perks up, “Do you know where?”
  • “No…I’m lost.”
  • Saeran decides just to look for you and Saeyoung since he’s not getting anywhere…but he doesn’t want to leave the child alone
  • So he holds out his hand to her and she takes it
  • He leads her to the front desk and says she’s lost, and makes sure she’s taken care of before he tries to find his own family
  • Meanwhile, you and Saeyoung have finally finished with your meatballs and go to actually look for dressers and shelves
  • But you two start talking and wandering around in circles and keep forgetting about actual furniture
  • But you do pick something out
  • You’re by the cash register by the time Saeran finally finds you 
  • He’s midway yelling at the both of you when you notice he doesn’t have the plates
  • “Look…I got lost, and then there was this girl–”
  • Saeyoung perks up and elbows his brother, “Girl? Oh, was she cute?”
  • “She was five.”
  • “Saeran, I don’t think you’re the person to be rating anybody on attractiveness.” 
  • Saeran stares Saeyoung dead in the eyes, “We’re twins…”
  • You guys are walking out when the little girl waves to Saeran from across the way
  • You gape, “That’s the five?”
  • Saeyoung gasps, “You should have at least given her a nine! She’s so cute.”
  • Saeran grabs Saeyoung by the hoodie and makes him buy him some meatballs
  • After the trauma of Ikea, you all sit in Saeyoung’s car for fifteen minutes eating meatballs in peace
  • Neither you or Saeyoung deem it wise to tell Saeran about your first serving though…

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happy late birthday to @prosciuttoe​; sorry this isn’t furry enough for you 🌚

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rated m | read on ao3

As with most things, Raven is partially to blame.

(“I don’t understand why you’re also blaming me ,” mutters Miller mulishly, “ She’s the one who made the bet with him. I had nothing to do with their bullshit ideas.”

“You spurred them on,” says Clarke, and he rolls his eyes, but doesn’t deny it.)

It starts when Miller returns from vacationing with his dad up in the mountains sporting a full beard.

His beard isn’t really anything new to them- normally he just errs on the side of scruffy, but has been known to grow it out once in a while, especially back when they were in college- so there’s just the general ribbing and maybe one or two pointed comments dropped by Monty before they ignore it.

And then Bellamy gets drunk.

Bellamy doesn’t usually get drunk when they go out; in fact he’s usually the one still annoyingly sober while they do stupid shit like climbing up on the tables or trying to rewire the jukebox. But it is the start of summer break and all his AP students passed their exams so if there was an occasion for overdoing the celebratory drinking, this would be it.

Drunken Bellamy is even sort of cute, far more tactile and vocal about his affection. Which is why it’s no surprise that as the night wears on, they find him gently stroking Miller’s cheek murmuring all sorts of nonsense while Miller looks three seconds away from throttling him. Clarke sneaks a picture. She’s totally going to use this in a mood board when his birthday comes around.

“I’m so jealous of your beard,” he slurs, just a little, and Miller slaps his fingers away. “I’ve always wanted a beard.”

“I don’t know if you’ve realised this,” says Raven, dropping in from seemingly out of nowhere, “But you’ve got all the components you need to grow a beard, Blake.”

Miller snorts at the exact same moment Bellamy’s face falls. “Yeah, no. Theoretically he might have them but trust me on this. Blake is as bare faced as they come.”

Raven’s eyes practically light up at that and her head snaps back to look at him. “You can’t grow a beard?” she asks delightedly.

“Of course I can grow a beard,” he grumbles.

“Then how come we’ve never seen you with one?”

“Because it’s uncomfortable .”

“Uh huh, sure. That’s why.” She lifts an eyebrow. “I bet you can’t grow a full beard like Miller’s before the month’s up.”

“Easiest fucking bet you’ve ever made, Reyes,” says Miller, and Bellamy elbows him in the ribs.

“I can totally grow a beard in the next three weeks,” he protests. “I don’t need to prove that to you.”

“Methinks the man doth protests too much,” she says in a sing-song voice, and his scowl deepens.

“I’m not protesting. And that’s not the quote.”

“Come on,” she wheedles, “Fifty bucks says you can’t.”

He glowers at her for one last moment before finally caving. “Fine,” he sighs, sticking his hand out for her to shake. She does so rather enthusiastically and Clarke already knows that this is going to be a disaster. “I’ll take your stupid bet.”

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House Rivalry - SociallyAwkwardFox (Maze_Runner_Fae) - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

RatingTeen And Up Audiences
Archive WarningNo Archive Warnings Apply
FandomYuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
RelationshipsOtabek Altin/Yuri PlisetskyMila Babicheva/Sara CrispinoKatsuki Yuuri/Victor NikiforovPhichit Chulanont/Lee Seung GilChristophe Giacometti/Christophe Giacometti’s BoyfriendJean-Jacques Leroy/Isabella Yang
CharactersYuri PlisetskyMila BabichevaOtabek AltinVictor NikiforovKatsuki YuuriPhichit ChulanontChristophe Giacometti
Additional TagsAlternate Universe - Harry Potter SettingGryffindor vs. Slytherin RivalrySiblingsCrushesAngerFrustrationconcerned siblingsRomance
Series← Previous Work Part 6 of the Otayuri Week 2017 series

Summary: There’s always been a rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin. That’s all the strong feelings Yuri has for Otabek are. It’s just a house rivalry. That’s it.
* Here’s some info you might find helpful before you start reading (House and Year):

  • Gryffindor: Otabek (4), Mila (4), Mickey (4), JJ (6)
  • Slytherin: Yuri (2), Seung-gil (5), Isabella (5)
  • Ravenclaw: Sara (4), Yuuri (5), Phichit (5)
  • Hufflepuff: Victor (6), Chris (6)

Yuri stabbed his sausage brutally and glared at the Gryffindor captain with as much malice as he could manage so early in the morning. “He’s insufferable.”

“Let me guess. You’re complaining about Otabek. Again.”

“He’s annoying.”

“Sure, that’s why you always stare at him.”

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At Last (part 6)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word count: 1200

Summary: Reader is captured by HYDRA until the Avengers rescue her

Part 5

Buckys POV

As I dry off and don my thankfully dry pants, I can’t help but think about what she must have been through. How long has it been since she has had any kindness shown toward her? Since she felt safe? Comfortable?  These thoughts almost make me physically ill.  I grip the counter and take some deep cleansing breaths.  I hear the water shut off; I spare a glance toward the curtain to see her peek around looking for a towel. Handing her one, “I’m going to head up for dinner, are you going to come up?” Casting her eyes to the ground, I see her shoulders shrug.  "That’s ok.  I’ll bring you a plate if not" I offer, shooting her what I hope is a comforting grin. Her mouth ticks up and she nods. Exiting her room, I make a quick stop at my room to get a new shirt, and then make my way toward the elevator.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Could you write something about McCree, Symmetra, and DVa coming home after a long day and surprised by their s/o who cooked up a huge meal for dinner? (note: the s/o is not the best cook but is trying really hard)


Jesse sighed as he entered the worn apartment and hung his signature cowboy hat on the coat rack - same with his serape. He was so tired from the day, he barely even recognized the smell of home-made cooking that entered his nose. When he did come to his senses enough to notice, he raised a curious brow.

“[Name]?” he called into the kitchen, leaning on the doorframe. There was no answer, only a noise of dishes clattering. He leaned down to remove his boots before entering the room. “[Name]?” he repeated, softer now.

He was surprised to find his s/o standing by a set table, an apron over their clothes as they greeted Jesse with a smile. A remnant of soap from washing dishes was attached to their cheek, but they didn’t seem to notice.

“Welcome home,” they said happily as they pulled back a chair, signing for Jesse to sit down.

It took a moment for Jesse to take it all in. His s/o had cooked dinner for them both while he was away, clearly. The strange part was that his s/o didn’t actually know how to cook. As he looked at the table, though, it was clear they had put in a lot of effort.

It was only when Jesse noticed the silence seemed to be getting to his s/o that he spoke.

“Well darlin’, if I woulda known what kind'ov'a treat was waitin’ for me here, I woulda come home sooner,” he stated with his mouth drawn into a smirk as he approached the chair. He stopped before he would sit down, and smoothly brushed the speck of soap off from his s/o’s cheek with his thumb. “I didn’t know you cooked.”

As Jesse sank into his chair, his s/o tried not to blush madly at the cowboy’s antics as they circled to the other side of the table. Their thoughts were a mess now, and it showed as they tried to speak.

“Ahh, erm, I don’t… That is, I don’t usually,” they started, trying to gather themself mid-explanation, “but I thought I should start, since you’re the one who always has to cook.” They fumbled with their fork for a moment, and Jesse watched, endeared.

“Ya don’t hav'ta, darlin’, but you should know it’s appreciated,” he beamed as he grabbed his own fork and knife, looking down at the well cooked steak his partner had made. Jesse was starving, and it smelled really good.

“The food’s not just a decoration, you know,” his s/o reminded with a smile. Jesse didn’t need to be told twice, and he started cutting down the meat. Though he didn’t really think about it, there seemed to be a tad of nervousness on his lover’s features.

As he bit into it, chewed, then swallowed, it quickly became clear why his s/o had been nervous. There really wasn’t as much of a taste to the food as one would wish – it was apparent they’d been overly careful with any spices. Yet, Jesse lifted his gaze to meet theirs, grinning widely.

“Well, if I’d known that you’d learn to cook when we were goin’ out the first time, I woulda married ya on the spot, Sugar~” he teased, earning a crimson blush from his lover as soon as that was said. They stuttered something that couldn’t be made out, eyes firmly on the table, before coming up with a coherent response.

“…It, err, it’s not too plain, is it?” they said, wishing to redirect the conversation. Damn this man and his Southern charm.

“Honey, I’d eat anything you cooked me,” came the eased response in between bites. His s/o sighed and looked up, remnants of a blush still there.

“So it is.”

“Still eatin’ it, though,” the man grinned. He was never the one to turn up his nose to a dinner made for him. Especially one made by someone as adorable as his s/o.

“I’ll make it spicier next time,” they soon responded, some of Jesse’s smile catching onto them, too.


She knew something was going on when her s/o texted her during work.

Don’t stay overtime, I have a surprise for you!

Satya disliked surprises, so she was naturally worried upon receiving the text. Luckily she could make an educated guess on what the surprise was about. Her s/o had done the same thing several times now.

As she returned to their apartment, she left het coat and shoes in the closet, making sure there was no dirt on the floor with a quick glance. Then she proceeded farther, nearly running into her s/o as they met in the hallway.

“Welcome home – your surprise is in the kitchen!” her s/o greeted, stepping aside and waiting for Satya to pass them. She did, with a slight smile and a roll of her eyes.

“Don’t tell me, you’ve been cooking again,” she guessed easily, and her s/o let out a short chuckle.

“You’ll see in the kitchen, won’t you?” they reminded, following their lover until they reached the room.

Satya immediately noticed the dimmed lights and the candles all around the room, some of them giving off a fresh scent. They were all neatly positioned on the table and any other counter available, illuminating the dishes of food her s/o had made.

“Surprise!” they exclaimed happily.

“It’s not much of a surprise if I know to expect it,” Satya mused in response, then placed a kiss to the corner of her s/o’s mouth. “Let me go wash my hands first.”

A couple minutes later both of them were seated at the table, and Satya was staring at her plate. Her s/o was slightly impatient, glancing between their lover and their own food.

“It took me a while to make,” they said, filling the empty air. Satya gave a soft hum in response. The food looked suspiciously attractive – it was constructed beautifully, unlike anything her s/o had done before.

She took a bite of it, only to find out what she’d feared. Her s/o had completely sacrificed the taste for a beautiful appearance. She swallowed slowly, seeing that her lover was staring.

“You’ve gotten better?” she offered kindly. Her s/o sighed and showed a brief smirk.

“I ordered something from your favorite restaurant just incase,” they said as they got up to take something out of the fridge. “It appears I still need a lot of practise.”

“Hmm, I can help you, as long as you promise not to make a mess,” Satya chuckled, not arguing about having something else.


There was a note on the door of her bedroom. It was a pink post-it note, and someone had written on it with a blue marker:

Come to the backyard!

It was strange to find such a note, and Hana couldn’t exactly recognize the handwriting. However, she complied, dropping her bag into her room before following the note’s directions.

When she reached their backyard, she instantly saw that her s/o was sitting near the pool. There was a cloth under them, separating them from the grass, and all kinds of food laid all around it. Hana’s lips twisted into a wide grin, and she waved to her s/o.

“[Name]! A surprise picnic? No way!” she exclaimed excitedly as she made her way to the blanket, seating herself down onto the empty spot. Her s/o’s smile matched hers.

“I knew you’d be back from training at this time, so I thought I’d surprise you,” they immediately explained, surprised when Hana leaned in for a brief kiss and almost cut them off.

“You are the best,” she stated before grabbing a sandwich and instantly taking a bite. This was exactly what she needed after a long day. But as she kept eating it, she noticed there seemed to be something wrong with it. “Umm, [Name]? How much mayo is in this?”

“Ahh, crap! Did I put in too much?” they cursed, rubbing the back of their head regretfully. “I’m still new to this cooking thing.”

It wasn’t hard to guess everything else on the blanket was of the same quality, and Hana paused to look at it all, thoughtful. She looked back up at her s/o, seeing that this was getting them down. That wasn’t acceptable, of course.

“You know what? One sandwich is not enough!” she said as she picked up another, finishing her current one as quickly as she could. Her s/o was surprised yet again.

“Hana, stop, don’t eat it…!” they chuckled, trying to steal the yet-to-be-eaten sandwich from her hands, only to have her dodge. “If it’s bad, we can just get pizza,” they reasoned.

“No! I want to eat absolutely everything you’ve cooked, all the way from the sandwiches to that cake! And I bet I’ll enjoy it all,” she stated firmly, a coy smile on her lips as she bit into the bread.

After a moment of disbelief, her s/o released a sigh. They were still smiling, just like her.

“Alright, you win. But if you get food poisoning or something, it’ll be your own fault,” they argued weakly, only causing Hana to eat in a more rapid pace.

“I know you wouldn’t poison me~” she sang, winking as she picked up a cupcake into her free hand.

–Mod Evie

Too Cute (Minho x Reader)

Character: Minho

Fandom: Maze Runner

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Shy!Reader, Fluff

Title: Too Cute

Requested by the-perils-of-being-inlove:

Hey! Could you please write a MinhoXy/n imagine where y/n’s the new greenie and is really innocent and kind and really likes Minho who has a soft spot for her and always flirts with her/makes her nervous. So the glazers try and set them up but y/n is clueless bc she’s so innocent and it Minho makes her really shy by asking to kiss her and he thinks she’s just kind of adorable? Really fluffy ☺️ tysm 😌

Requested by anon:

Hii! I love your blog, could you do a Minho and reader imagine where the reader is British and quite short (like 5"1/5") and Minho finds her really cute and always teases her. So like Gally gets so mad and yells at her because she accidentally messed something up. she gets scared and tries to leave but Minho gets seriously over protective of her and like gets super worked up, then comforts the reader and confesses he likes her and it’s all really cute 😊

I squealed as I felt two arms wrapped my frame from the behind and attract me towards whoever was hugging me.

“Hi, Y/N” A charming voice whispered in my ear, making me blush really hard.

It was Minho again. That shank was always trying to make me feel shy because it amused him for whatever the reason.

“Stop…” I pleaded with a childish voice, wriggling in his grip to get away from his arms.

Minho cheerfully chuckled and took my hand to spin me around so I would face him.

“Do you come here often, gorgeous?” Minho smirked gallantly and made me laugh a little.

Still, I looked away from him as he made me blush harder.

“Every day” I joked, nervously looking anywhere but him.

I noticed Newt and Thomas talking not too far from us. The both of them were looking in our direction, with amused grins that let me know that they were enjoying watching the scene.

“Want to come with me to have something to eat, Greenie?” Minho offered me, squeezing my hand as I noticed he hadn’t let go of it.


We started to walk, so I let my glance wander around the Glade as Minho placed an arm over my shoulders.

As we approached Frypan’s kitchen, I briefly looked at Minho.

“Why are you always like this with me?” I asked him shyly, making a great effort in holding his glare when he looked at me. “I bet you weren’t like this with the other Greenies”

I hadn’t thought about the fact that I was the only girl in the Glade until he opened his mouth to reply.

“Of course I was, stupid” Minho laughed and attracted me towards his torso. “I was always flirting with the boys and hugging them. Ask Newt, he knows”

I softly pushed myself away from him and chuckled at his joke.

“Here’s the lovely couple!” Frypan cheerfully yelled as we sat down in a table.

“We’re… we’re not a couple…” I reminded him coyly.

“Isn’t she the cutest?” Minho playfully pinched my cheek.

“Yes, and you make a great pair” Frypan then put two plates on the table and stared at us for a moment.

I cautiously looked up to Fry and saw him smiling widely.

“Dude, stop it” Minho pushed him away so he would leave me alone. “I saw her first”

I grinned a little and began eating.

All the boys in the Glade mentioned from time to time how good we looked together. Like Minho had asked them to play along him and embarrass me further.

Newt, Thomas and Alby had a blast in doing so, especially.

The thing was that it made me really nervous, because I genuinely liked Minho. But something told me all his flirting was just friendly.


The next day, I was helping the Builders because Newt and Alby hadn’t quite decided yet what my job in the Glade would be.

I had tried all the jobs but they said I was good for them all except for Runner and Slicer. Probably Minho had something to do with me not being a Runner seeing as he was so fond and protective of me.

So that day I was helping the Builders. Just like the previous day I had been helping the Med-Jacks and the Track-Hoes the day before that.

“Hurry it up, Greenie!” Gally, the Keeper of the Builders, yelled at me.

“Coming!” I replied, gathering the wood he needed to build a very needed wall in the Kitchen.

“Oi, Greenie” That was Newt, the only other British person in the Glade besides myself. I turned my head to see him slowly making his way towards me. “Minho was looking for you”

My first thought was ‘when is that lovable shank not looking for me?’ but I replied with something different.

“Did he need something from me?” Unlike Newt, I didn’t swear that much, I barely said ‘bloody’ or ‘bugging’ or anything like that. But my accent was quite strong.

“Probably not” Newt chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest calmly. “That lug just can’t keep away from you, love”

“I don’t understand why…” I coyly said, carrying the wood and looking down in embarrassment.

Newt grinned and fondly patted my head.

“That shank is right” He mumbled, amusedly. “You’re too bloody cute”

I smiled a little, loving the idea that Minho thought I was that adorable.

“Greenie!” Gally screamt angrily.

“I’m coming!”

“Good luck with Gally, love” Newt placed a friendly hand on my arm and then walked away.

“Thanks…” I mumbled as I made my way towards Gally.

I wanted to go look for Minho, but that’d have to wait.

The wood was heavy and I didn’t want to drop it because I knew that Gally was waiting for me to make the tiniest mistake to tell me off. He had done so when I tried out for the Builders the first time and would definitely do it again.

So I took my time to get to where Gally was. I’d rather him telling me off because I was slow than to have him shouting at me because I messed up somehow.

“Y/N!” Someone pinched my sides to tickle me, and I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.

Still, Minho scared me big time because I didn’t hear him arrive. So I squeaked and jolted up in surprise. The wood I was carrying fell to the floor.

“Oh, no…” I mumbled, turning around and looking at Minho worriedly as I heard footsteps approaching. Very angry footsteps.


“Oh, no…. Minho…” I stared at him, figuring he had arrived from his run judging by his tired and sweaty looks. Still, he might have enough energies to protect me from Gally.

“You idiot!” Gally was really close, so I started to run away.

Still, Minho held me by the arm and stopped me from leaving.

“I’ll handle this” For once, when Minho spoke to me, his voice didn’t sound cheerful or playful.

“You useless slinthead, if you drop the wood like that-“ Gally was already going crazy and yelling at me even if I was still facing my back to him.

“Hey, Captain Gally” Minho’s voice sounded mad and stern. “Slim it”

For a moment the both of them remained silent, observing each other with the hatred of two people that had been rivals for a long time.

Minho took that time to place a strong arm over my shoulders and shove me into his broad chest to comfort me.

Since I was shorter than him, I hid my face in his chest, not wanting to face Gally.

“Don’t defend her, she’s ruining the wood” Gally yelled, still very mad.

“And your ugly face is ruining my mood, so?” Minho defied him.

I would have laughed if I wasn’t scared about Gally’s anger.

Still, I knew a few Gladers were listening to the argument because I heard people laughing and cheering what Minho just said.

Gally probably knew Minho could be intimidating at times, because he dropped the subject.

“That girl won’t ever make it as a Builder” Was all Gally said, sounding a lot calmer and docile.

“Ugh” Minho sassily groaned. “I don’t think she can survive without seeing you every day and working with you, shuck face”

I smiled, feeling safer as I felt Minho’s steady heartbeat, and wrapped my arms around him.

“Slinthead…” I heard Gally walk away, mumbling things under his breath.

“It’s safe now, cutiepie” Minho rubbed my back fondly, so I looked up at him.

“Thanks, Min” I rarely called him like that, but apparently he loved it so much that I couldn’t help myself.

Indeed, he grinned when he heard me calling him that.

“It’s alright, girly, he’s a stupid shuck face”

Since I was still hugging him from the side, I stepped aside and shyly smiled at him.

“Thanks…” I told him again, starting to walk away.

“Where are you going, stupid?” Minho held me by the hand and kept me from leaving again.

“Bloody hell, Minho…” I heard Newt tell him in exasperation.

“Minho, you shank, just do it!” Thomas encouraged him.

I looked at him, wondering what they were talking about as I was confused.

“Slintheads…” I heard him muttering to himself, but then he cleared his throat and he stared at me. “You wouldn’t mind it if I kissed you, would you?”

I opened my eyes wide and looked down, inhibited.

“N-no… I wouldn’t really…” I fiddled with my hands, so nervous that my heart had gone crazy beating inside my chest.

He held my hands to keep me from nervously playing with them and took them in one of his big hands.

Minho laughed in amusement and placed his knuckles sweetly under my chin, tilting it slightly up so that I was glaring at him.

He bowed his head down while I stood on my tiptoes so I could reach his lips.

The kiss was so sweet and so warm and loving that I melted on the inside. Who knew Minho could be so extremely sweet!

When we broke away I saw his satisfied smirk. He tenderly put my hair behind my ear and playfully wriggled his eyebrows at me.

He kept making me nervous on purpose, so I looked down again.

“Those lads….” I mumbled in embarrassment, trying to get the attention off me.

Minho then suddenly engulfed me in a hug, squeezing me fondly against his strong chest.

“You’re too cute, Y/N, too shucking cute”

“Is that why you’re always flirting with me, because you think I’m cute when I’m shy?” I asked, hugging him too and smiling a bit as I wrapped my arms around him tightly.

“That and because I like you, stupid” Minho squeezed me tighter and was so affectionate in the hug that he raised me from the floor for one moment, making me laugh a little.

“It’s not fair” I complained with that childish voice again.

“Never said it was” Minho chuckled and kissed my head.

I smiled wide as I pressed myself against him.

He liked me. And he thought I was ‘too cute’.

The Family Business

Katniss Everdeen had absolutely stolen his breath and made his heart tumble to his feet the minute he’d laid eyes on her. But despite the fact that he was desperately attracted to her, and that the feeling continued to grow exponentially, he couldn’t make a move. It was wrong. It was inappropriate.

And she already had a boyfriend.


Prompt: A Day in the Life of the Mellark brothers


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anonymous asked:

May I ask for a missing year prompt where Regina is having a rough week, someone says something about her never being a mother. She disappears and Robin sets to find her. Bonus points if Roland makes his appearance in bringing her back. In in need of angsty fluff today :/

You may! I was just thinking that a prompt would be just the thing I need today. I’m staring at my WIP and dragging my heels. I’m going to throw this onto the tail-end of my First Kiss story - hope that’s ok. 

The rain has finally stopped. The dreamy part of Regina wants to believe that it’s Robin’s kiss that has cleared the skies, but the evil queen knows that it’s simply that the clouds have exhausted themselves. She understands that; she too is exhausted. She didn’t sleep last night after Robin left her rooms. After she shoved him out, to be a touch more accurate. A few stolen kisses are one thing, but allowing the thief to spend the night in her chambers…well, that can’t happen. 

She has responsibilities, whether she wants them or not. She can’t let her head be clouded by desire. Love is weakness, after all.

Not that she loves him, she reminds herselfShe likes him. Regina finds him charming, and irritating, and fascinating, but she doesn’t love him. She doesn’t love anyone anymore, except Henry.

She dresses carefully, choosing a dress of deep Lincoln green rather than her usual blacks and reds. It doesn’t mean anything, she reminds herself. It’s at the forefront of her closet, it’s clean, and it’s comfortable. She slips her arms into the velvet sleeves as her maid enters.

“Do you mind?” she asks, gesturing to the laces in the back of the dress, and the maid shakes her head. Several months in the Enchanted Forest, and the girl is still too afraid of Regina to utter a word. She’s insulted by that, but can’t be angry. After all, she has no idea who this girl was in their world, but she probably had a better life than catering to an abandoned queen’s every whim.

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@catxnoir I wrote you a thing because I cannot actually replace your lungs. The working title was “hap birth: sorry your lungs suck” and honestly I’m just keeping it that way

You always say you want more Tikki and well. Hope you like it you nerd

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anonymous asked:

I read this prompt in one of those aus lists and i think is hilarious and it will be more whit onho: You laughed in a restaurant but you have an ugly laugh and I thought you were choking so I spent the last three minutes awkwardly humping you while performing the Heimlich maneuver 

“What the hell happened to you?”

Minho sat on the edge of his bed in a towel, his hair still wet from his shower. His roommate, Taemin was leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed across this chest, looking like he was barely holding back his laughter. Minho, in turned glared at him.

“My date was ruined. And I’m not talking ‘maybe I can call him tomorrow and explain’ ruined or 'you know first dates are always weird’ ruined. I’m talking 'I have no idea why the waiter jumped across four tables like an Olympic gold medal hurdler, knocked you down a flight of stairs and then attempted to give me the Heimlich maneuver, going so far as to rip my shirt off because as he put it 'it was tight and I thought it was constricting your airways!’”

Taemin straightened up, uncrossed his arms and stood alarmingly still, an aura of dumbfoundedness covering him. “Wait. What?”

“Exactly! All I know is that Theo told this awesome joke, it was so funny, or maybe it wasn’t that funny it just that he was sooo cute and I’ve been trying to get him to go out with me for like months so maybe, just maybe I laughed a little too hard and loud.”

Taemin pulled his chin in and looked down at Minho. “Hyung, you do know you sound like a dying hyena when you laugh really loud right?”

Minho blanched. “NO, I DON’T.”

“Denial is a river in Egypt,” Taemin muttered under his breath. “Okay, so terribly abnormal weird experience for a date.  Smooth. But that doesn’t explain why you came home soaking wet.”

“Well, Theo reserved a table by the fountain.”

“Did you decide to take a dip mid date or something?”

“And,” Minho pressed on with a roll of his eyes, “when the waiter bum rushed our table like he was a Dallas Cowboys linebacker to try and dislodge an imaginary piece of food from my imaginarily blocked windpipe–you have to understand. He was strong as hell. He lifted me off the ground-twice!-with his bullshit maneuver attempts–he must have not realized how close we were to the fountain because the next thing I knew, we were both tripping over the ledge and into the fountain. To be exact and completely honest,  he suplexed me into the fountain but that was after he awkwardly and I hate to say this, erotically, dry humped me in some freakish Heimlich remix.”

“Huh,” Taemin lips quirked to one side. “That’s…that’s something.” Taemin eyed the white carton on Minho’s nightstand. “Well, what’s that?”  

“This?” Minho reached for the box and opened it. It was a slice of rich chocolate cake with white icing and a note scratched in pen at the top. “It was supposed to be an apology.”

“From the dry humping, suplex, Olympian hudler guy?”

Minho frowned. “Yeah, that guy.”

“What does it say?”

Minho tilted the carton towards the light.


I’m really REALLY sorry I, uh, knocked your date down–to be honest what kind of date lets you choke I mean really! Even if you weren’t…you know..actually choking– and, as you put it, kind of dry humped you for way longer than what’s considered appropriate then suplexed you into the fountain. I didn’t mean to rip your shirt off either. Well yes I did I was trying–incorrectly apparently–to save your life. But I…well…sorry? Take this cake as my sincerest apology and this coupon for Endless Taco Tuesdays! It’s at the other restaurant I work but I promise to stay out of your way! Again. Sorry.  

Really really sorry :(

Lee Jinki.  

“Awww,” Taemin cooed. “He’s really really sorry, hyung. You should forgive him.”

Minho hmphed. “He can take this cake and his apology and his coupon and shove it up his ass.”

Taemin nodded. “Well can I have the cake and coupons beforehand? If you’re still feeling frisky, you can attempt the apology to ass thing with Lee Jinki later, eh? Heard some people like that.”

“Welcome to El Dorado’s! I’ll be your serv–oh hell.”

Minho lowered his sunglasses. Jinki stared at Minho, in shock, and Minho glared back at him, refusing to blink until Jinki did. He ended up blinking first because either Jinki really didn’t have eyeballs or he’d trained for this sort of stare off in a past life.  

Either way, Jinki’s brute eye strength wasn’t going to deter him. Minho didn’t want to call it, this, what he was doing, revenger per say but….no. No, who was he kidding? That’s exactly what it was. Revenge.  

The real question he couldn’t answer was why he was so fixated on paying Lee Jinki back. To be fair the man did try to save his life but there is a level of abject embarrassment that comes with having your shirt ripped off, humped in front of a restaurant full of strangers and reliving your childhood wrestler’s favorite finishing move…especially as the victim.  

Plus, the way the blush colored Lee Jinki’s cheeks rosy when he was embarrassed was motivating enough.

“I’m here for my tacos,” Minho offered as he slapped the coupon onto the table surface. He tapped the coupon twice before he crossed his arms. “I like them endless so keep 'em coming.”  

“Uh, sir. Endless Taco Tuesday doesn’t start until 6pm and…'s–it’s 11 in the morning.”  Lee Jinki sighed and cautiously slid the coupon back towards Minho. “You see, right here on the coupon I gave you?”

Minho narrowed his eyes before he snatched his coupon back. He peered at it, not seeing what Jinki was talking about until he read some chickenshit scribble at the bottom. “Starting at 6pm.”

“I can hold a table for you if you’d like! That way you and your date can come back! Make it real nice. I’ll get the candles out–we only use those for VIP customers. Juan,” he said the name with a hint of sarcasm, “says because they are really expensive but they really aren’t. I always get them from the dollar store. Like a 100 a pack for a few bucks. Great bargain. The lady expects me now, so she has them ready in this really nice looking bag. I hand her the money she hands me the bag.  They don’t even smell like anything and….” Jinki’s words tapered off. “Oh, sorry. I’m so sorry. I ramble when I’m nervous.”

Minho found that hard to believe. “You? Nervous? The same guy who had no problem groping me in public gets nervous?” Minho scoffed.  

Jinki’s hand flew to his shirt, clutching it, scandalized. “I did not!–” he looked around and drew closer to Minho. “I did not grope you, sir. Now I’ve apologized and I gave you cake, cake that personally cost me twelve bucks! And a coupon I planned on using myself next week so no tacos for me AND I offered you candles! I’m not sure what else you want from me!”

Minho contemplated Jinki’s words for a moment and he realized his stubbornness far outweighted Jinki’s remorse. Narrowing his eyes up at the waiter, he leaned back in his chair. “No need to offer me any candles. Because of you I don’t have a date anymore. Thanks. So I’ll just stay until I can get my tacos.”

“Stay,” Jinki deadpanned.


“You can’t just–just sit here until six!” Jinki exclaimed. He matched Minho’s pose and crossed his arms.“You’ll have to order something.”

Minho tilted his head. “Bring me a water then.”

Jinki opened his mouth to say something but deflated. “One water coming right up,” he muttered desoletely.  

“He’s handsome.”  

“He’s the second coming of Satan,” Jinki mumbled as he waited for Minho’s order to finish. Well part of his order.  

“Satan was God’s greatest creation. Of course he’s handsome.”

“YOU go be his waiter then, Kibum. Oh, by the way, he ordered the 32 piece Super Sampler and wants each piece brought out separately and only when he’s finished the previous plate. That’s thirty two plates.”

“Que es un genio,” Jonghyun said in a terribly faulty accent. “Donde es–”

“Oh, god STOP IT. I know you really enjoyed your trip to Cancun but just because you were walking around telling people your name was "Jon” and she told you the translation was “Juan” doesn’t mean you have to try and speak a language you don’t speak!“ Kibum ranted from beside the sink. He turned to Jinki. "He’s obviously flirting with you.”

The orange Jinki was garnishing plopped down on the plate. “Flirting with me?” Jinki looked out of the door window to where Minho was staring at his fourth plate– taquitos. “Sorry but I don’t attract handsome business types who take their dates to expensive five star restaurants. I don’t attract the type who wears shirts specifically made to make other people look. The ones that show off define abs and pectorals that I don’t have. I also don’t attract nutjobs who decide the best way to torture me is to…torture me because I wouldn’t attract someone who decided to torture me!”

“Men are stupid, Jinki. He thinks he’s torturing you, but unless he has absolutely nothing to do on a Saturday and is completely devoid of any kind of human interaction and this is his only chance to hang around one, nobody, I repeat, nobody spends an entire Tuesday in a Mexican restaurant actually torturing a waiter. He may not KNOW he’s flirting but he is.”

Minho’s order came up and Jinki grabbed the plate. “Sure. He’s flirting with me, whatever you say Kibum. Excuse me. I have  to submit myself to more of his special brand of torture.”

“I think I’m flirting with you?”

Jinki almost dropped his plate. “Wha–what?”

Minho was still staring at his plate of toquitas when Jinki approached with his fifth plate–mini enchiladas. Minho looked concerned and that concerned Jinki. Initially because he thought maybe the psychopath was devising yet another way to punish Jinki for the tiny mistake of trying to make sure he didn’t DIE. But the concern on Minho’s face was more confusion than actual concern.

“It’s four in the afternoon. I’ve been here since 11am, that’s five whole entier hours, all on some half assed plan to get revenge on you when c'mon, nobody does that. On a Tuesday? I mean I called out of work for this! And Theo was NOT worth it really. He didn’t even let me explain! And not like it was mutual humping, and I’m sure you didn’t mean to shove him down that flight of steps–”

“To be fair, flight is an obvious hyperbole. It was one step down to the terrace level.”

“Right! And he was acting like I personally shoved him down it! So that got me to thinking.  It’s not like I’m here because I’m that upset because he won’t talk to me and it’s not like I’m here because I’m THAT concerned with making you pay. That only leaves one thing. I’m obviously flirting with you. Easy conclusion. You are cute. And when you stutter my heart stutters a little bit. ” Minho finished his apparently impromptu speech with a smile, his head cradled on top of his palm. “Do you like tacos?”

“Yeah,  I love tacos but–”

“You want to share my endless ones? Although this was highly ridiculous retribution on my part and even though I should be completely ashamed,  I’m not ready to cower myself and leave because watching you is fun. Being around you in fun.”


“Oh,” Minho snapped. “That’s right. You’re actually working.”

“No he’s not!” came a voice from the back that sounded suspiciously like “Juan’s”. Kibum just took over his shift! He’s free!“

"I DID NO SUCH THING!” Kibum yelled back.

“You were the one talking about flirting and torture! Are you going to be selfish and get in the way of Jinki getting laid sometime this century?”

Jinki turned bright red and turned towards the kitchen. “GUYS!”  

“He can get laid on his on time, Juan. Call in Donghae. He can take Jinki’s spot!”



A loud weird dying hyena noise of a laugh interrupted Kibum and Jonghyun’s argument and caused Jinki to whip around. “Ohmygod!” Jinki said alarmed. He shoved his sleeves up his arm and moved closer to Minho. “Are you okay?!”  

Minho immediately stopped laughing. “Does my laugh really sound that bad,” Minho asked, sulking.

“That’s a LAUGH?” Jinki said wide eyed. “Why didn’t you say that the other night?!”

“Can’t say anything while someone is roughly squeezing the shit out of your lungs, really,” Minho deadpanned.  

“Oh,” Jinki said, his voice small. Minho continued to pout so  Jinki touched his arm with soft consideration. “It is ugly but its charming. You’re all perfect with your face and body and arms and hair and stuff but your laugh sounds like an endangered narwhal trying to escape captivity. You’re balanced now! And now that I know you aren’t dying, it’s actually kind of cute!”

Minho frowned. “You don’t have to pretend.”

“I’m not,” Jinki smiled. “Honest.” Jinki pulled Minho’s tab from his apron pocket, set it on the table and turned back towards the kitchen.

“Hey!” Minho called after him. “Tacos or not?”

“Not,” Jinki called over his shoulder. “But I’m very acquainted with your booty and I think your booty deserves something a little better than Endless Tacos tonight.”

Minho’s brow rose. “Like what?”

“Endless PASTA,” Jinki grinned as he threw his apron on a hook. “Let’s go, handsome.”

“Right behind you,” Minho returned with a smile.

“Behind me? That’s a great place to be…as long as you don’t plan on getting me back via Heimlich.”

“It’s too early to make that call, dude,” Minho laughed but quickly clapped his hands over his mouth.

Jinki turned and gently pryed his hand away. “You’re laugh is adorable. I promise I won’t ever try to save your life over it again.”

“Promise?” Minho said with a grin.