should probably work on papers now

Ardent Love (M)

Summary: It is that time of the year when your husband disappears behind his office doors, stacks of papers piled high on his desk, and fails to return home until the wee hours of the morning-if he returns at all. As the days pass by and his side of the bed grows colder, you decide that if he is too busy to come home, you’ll just have to go to him. 
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Smut, romance || Husband/CEO! Yoongi
Word Count: 3,900+
Warnings: office (desk) sex, riding, oral, etc.
For Prompt #2: “Shh, let’s just see how quiet you can be” which was requested by @baepsaewhalien and an anon|| This was meant to just be a drabble…
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Originally posted by my-eccentric-mind

The door falls shut with a gentle clink, the noise resounding in the small office space and you blink back the nerves and excitement as Yoongi peers up at you from where he is seated behind his large, oak desk, glasses falling gradually down the bridge of his nose. He says nothing at your presence, simply cocks a brow in muted amusement and motions for you to take a seat on the leather couch that is nestled in the small corner of his work space. You follow his instructions silently, heels clicking along the tiled floor as you move over to take a spot on the plush cushions, hands coming to rest on your lap. There is a familiar itch that comes with these meetings, a pleasant buzz of eagerness that lingers just below the surface of your limbs.

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What a Tease.

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John Shelby x Reader

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 

Prompt: You are hired by the Shelby’s after impressing them. 

A/N: I will be releasing a part 2 that involves more reader and John stuff than this one. This is more of an introduction than anything with slight hints at John taking a liking to you. Hope you enjoy!

Smoke swirled about the room, topped with laughter and the strong scent of alcohol. The further into the night, the looser the lips in the room became. Louder and louder as more people packed in the later in the day it became. The front doors smacked against the wall as they entered and the room became slightly quieter, still loud with whispers. As the three entered the side room the bar crescendoed back into speaking and laughter. 

You wasted no time and walked behind the bar reaching for the top shelf placing three glasses and whiskey on a tray. You passed the men crowding around the bar stools towards the Shelby’s side room. The tray weighed down on your hand as you knocked with ease on the small door. A creak came from the door that was now opened slightly, inviting you in. Only one of them looked up at you as he took a large puff on the cigar in his hand. The other two continued talking not paying attention to you pouring the whiskey into the glasses. Silently listening to the conversation acting as if you were hearing nothing about their newest business plan, your eyes drift upwards from the drink making unwavering eye contact with the lighter haired Blinder. Usually you avoided doing this with guys, knowing it usually only leads to trouble. Maybe it was because you were yelled at by the boss today or that you had been groped by twice as many guys today but you didn’t break as you continued to pour drinks.

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Moving to university is a huge thing and it teaches you a lot. It’s been over a year since I first moved to university and I know a lot of you will be doing this within the next few months so I thought why not share my advice, tips and what I learnt about moving into university and out of home.

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Hogwarts! S. Coups

anon requested: “Omfg, i LOVE your writtings! Can you do a Seungcheol hogwarts!au? I’m dying for one” and “can you do the hogwarts au for scoups?” and “Hello!! can you do a Hogwarts Scoups????? Thank you so much and your blog is wonderful💕”

  • Fifth year gryffindor

  • Also a prefect and the quidditch team captain

  • Seungcheol is liked by all the teachers too

  • He just naturally has that “I’m a leader” vibe

  • Which makes sense since he literally shouts sometimes on the quidditch field


  • Honestly a dork and a sweetheart though

  • Even all the girls swoon when he walks by

  • He doesn’t really notice how his uhhh

  • Lip bites and winking and beautiful smile

  • Just gets all the girls to have heart eyes

  • the most reliable prefect ever

  • he’s known to give quite a few detentions out for those who are out past curfew

  • and likes teasing Joshua about just letting people go

  • and likes joking around with Jeonghan about prefect powers

  • he doesn’t mess around that one lol

  • There was a rumor

  • That he once broke up an underground duel between the houses

  • Some stupid sixth years and some younger kids were hexing each other or something

  • And he stopped them by challenging the kids there to duel him

  • even though he was younger than a few

  • And they were like pssssshhhh we can take this old man prefect

  • Oh boy was that stupid and wrong

  • They all ended up sore from being hexed like crazy

  • some of them had to go to the infirmary

  • And with detention

  • Cleaning up the bathrooms no magic

  • and taking care of the magical creatures

  • especially their ahem excrement

  • And even the teachers couldn’t stop laughing and didn’t punish Cheol for the usage of his prefect powers

  • But that’s just a rumor

  • Probably

  • you don’t mess with Seungcheol

  • Obviously his best class is charms and defense against the dark arts

  • He wants to be an auror when he graduates from hogwarts

  • And he probably will be too

  • everyone can see it

  • since he protects younger students from being bullied

  • and he’s really good at hexing people

  • He’s also sort of the unofficial dad / leader of his friend group

  • you know the one everyone knows

  • Which is really entertaining

  • bc have you seen Cheol trying to keep those 12 boys in check?

  • It’s hilarious tbh

  • all the kids screaming and joking and messing around

  • and Seungcheol just shaking his head and trying to calm all of them down at one time

  • But he does a pretty decent job

  • When food isn’t flying through the air and stuff isn’t exploding 

  • Can be heard yelling across the dining room by all four houses

  • “If you throw the shepard’s pie one more time Seungkwan….”

  • “Soonyoung! Stop! Hexing! The! Peas! To! Dance!”

  • “Minghao stop pulling on Jun’s robes, NO ONE NEEDS THIS AT 7AM IN THE MORNING”

  • Joshua and Jeonghan just casually sipping their pumpkin juice

  • Like yea we’re prefects too and should probably help

  • But Seungcheol’s got this

  • But no haha

  • Those three fifth years baby their friends so much

  • always nagging to do their hw and eat and take care of themselves

  • It’s hella endearing

  • because you’d think they were actually all brothers or a family

  • The way they talk together, you’d really think those three are actually parenting ten children together

  • “I just helped Chan finish his potions paper, I’m exhausted what a day.”

  • “Don’t you mean Chan helped you with your potions paper Jeonghan?”

  • “SHHHHH Shua!!!”

  • “I just put Vernon back in his dormitory for like the fifth time, he and Seungkwan were planning something”

  • “Seungcheol, Seungkwan is back in his bed in the hufflepuff dormitory now too don’t worry”

  • “Last thing we need is another exploding pumpkins accident”

  • “Jeonghan, we said we’d never talk about that incident ever again.”

  • Seungcheol is always scheming game plans for quidditch in some empty classroom

  • drawing diagrams of the field on chalkboards and discussing stuff with the others

  • Or doing hw in the library with Jeonghan napping next to him and Joshua sitting on his other side discussing classwork or the upcoming quidditch game

  • And although Josh is on an opposing team
  • Tbh they have so much fun playing around and challenging each other
  • even when they play against each other
  • they’ve been seen to high five each other when the opposite team scores
  • and throw combined victory parties
  • just because they’re those kind of friends
  • supportive to the end
  • it’s not all about winning but having fun playing the game
  • though winner gets bragging rights and then it’s a full-on roast session between their teams lol
  • These three friends man
  • So surprised when they were all selected to be prefects
  • Like who’s genius idea was it to put all of us together
  • But tbh they work really well together
  • Because they’re caring parents lololol
  • using their prefect powers to keep all the younger kids in check
  • it’s tiring but worth it in their opinion
  • Seungcheol doesn’t really get that much sleep sometimes
  • Always trying to keep up with schoolwork and quidditch practice and prefect business
  • But he works his hardest
  • And Josh offers to help him too
  • Even though Joshua has even more crap to do than Seungcheol
  • The 95 line are always seen staying up pretty late to do stuff together in the library
  • And while the younger kids in their frien group go out and about on weekends
  • The three of them study
  • When Jeonghan isn’t napping that is
  • and Josh isn’t off doing frog chorus or tutoring other kids with the help of a time-turner
  • And tbh Seungcheol should get more sleep
  • or at least
  • that was your initial thought when he caught you out past curfew one night
  • “Y/n?”
  • You were a fifth year gryffindor too
  • And you had all your classes with him
  • But imagine your surprise when you found out he knew your name
  • Crazy really
  • Again everyone in school knows the 13 boys in that friend group
  • And honestly who wouldn’t notice 13 guys who happened to be the best of friends and also really good-looking
  • But them knowing your name? Surprise indeed
  • But you had fallen asleep doing your transfiguration paper in an empty classroom
  • you had been planning on going back before curfew but
  • It really hadn’t been your evening
  • You had dropped your charms paper in the toilet
  • And you had fallen asleep in countless classes
  • Much to the annoyance of your friends when you asked them for notes
  • And you had skipped dinner to study for the history of magic exam
  • and Seungcheol was known as one of the prefects that doled out detention bc he was supposed to
  • bc he didn’t want to break the rules
  • and you knew this
  • yet
  • As crappy as you felt
  • One look at Seungcheol and you could see the dark circles under his eyes
  • He was probably just as exhausted as you were
  • And you felt kinda bad because you relate to the struggle
  • But at the same time you don’t want detention
  • “Seungcheol! Heeeeeyyyy uhhhh! So I know I’m out past curfew, but I was doing my transfiguration paper and I didn’t understand anything and I was ready to have a mental breakdown and sooooo…”
  • You closed your eyes slightly anticipating the huge detention Seungcheol was about to serve up when
  • “If you need help, I’ll see if I can help you.”
  • And you opened your eyes to see a smiley Seungcheol
  • And honestly it was as if the moonlight hit the spot where he was standing just right bc damn was he cute //COUGH COUGH// I MEANT HURRAY FOR SAVING YOUR TRANSFIGURATION GRADE
  • you thought it’d be detention for sure, and you didn’t have the time for detention
  • but he sat on the desk next to you and proofread your paper
  • “It sounds right except you could elaborate more on the proper wand techniques for this spell which will help you reach the page length requirement
  • And at some point he pulled out a paper he still had to finish for history of magic
  • and you both kind of just naturally fell into doing your work together
  • And you both started quizzing each other
  • passing notes and books back and forth easily
  • And the scratching of quills on paper sounded throughout the classroom
  • It was productive and a lot of trying to get everything done but peaceful
  • The both of you just getting work done
  • “You’re really going to let me off without detention?” you asked him again pushing it a bit
  • “I’ll let you go this one time.” he chuckled not looking up from his paper
  • “That’s a relief, I’ll work in the common room from now on promise.”
  • “I’ll hold you to it y/n.”
  • And you both could have returned to the common room then
  • and you probably would have
  • but the two of you were just so tired
  • and had not been sleeping well because of upcoming exams
  • of course you should have returned to the dormitory when Seungcheol found you
  • But uhhh
  • No
  • That’s not exactly what happened
  • You fell asleep
  • The both of you did
  • Next to each other
  • Heads on the desk
  • really close, inches apart really
  • Arms grazing each others and the shuffling of the papers as your heads laid on top of the books
  • And when you woke up……
  • Seungcheol was still sleeping next to you
  • You might or might not have jumped fifty feet in the air while biting your lips to stop screaming
  • As you gathered your stuff and looked at the time
  • Breakfast
  • you couldn’t be late!!!! and neither could a prefect
  • but you felt weird
  • do you wake him up?!?!?!
  • “Seungcheol!!! Get up classes start soon!!!!!”
  • And the rest of that day was hella awkward
  • With Seungcheol and you catching each other’s eyes every three minutes or so
  • And blushing
  • And looking away immediately
  • him sort of having his eyes widen in a really cute way
  • With Jeonghan and Joshua eyeing the two of you suspiciously
  • and you just turning away and talking to a friend
  • or inserting yourself into a convo to avoid staring at Seungcheol
  • and banging your head on the table when his sleeping face came up in your thoughts
  • get a grip you yell at yourself
  • And from that little
  • Ahem “study session”
  • Fate made it really easy for yours and Seungcheol’s paths to cross
  • You’d be sitting with a friend from ravenclaw and Wonwoo shows up out of nowhere with Seungcheol and Jun behind him
  • And before you know what you’re doing, you’re running down the hall and out the door to avoid him
  • And it’s not like he cared right?
  • or you’d be sitting outside doing hw
  • and he’d walk past with a couple of his friends
  • and you’d hide your face behind a book to avoid staring at him
  • and then you wouldn’t see the little smile he had on his face as he looked back at you hiding
  • and the small chuckle he’d have
  • “What’s funny hyung?”
  • “Nothing just,,, thought I saw someone”
  • or he’d sit by you in the library
  • and you’d have to control the urge to get up and just run away
  • and he’d just smile and stare dead ahead not meeting your eyes
  • and the both of you would wave to each other and then continue studying
  • Well anyway
  • You go up to the astronomy tower one evening
  • Because you needed a break from the cramped common room where everyone was studying for end of december exams
  • and low key trying to avoid Seungcheol too
  • it was weird
  • you couldn’t help staring at him
  • the way his hair would lightly brush across his forehead
  • and the way he’d smile at you
  • And you sat at the edge of the balcony and just laid your forehead against the cold railing
  • And took a deep breath
  • Exams were coming up
  • And you weren’t ready
  • But for now you wanted to forget the stress and just stare out at the sky
  • the sky was beautiful
  • the glow of the sunlight slowly giving way to the stars’ glowing
  • And as you were slowly drifting into sleep
  • You hear a quiet voice
  • Someone was singing
  • And you peeped open an eye right in time
  • to see Seungcheol walking up the stairs
  • So naturally you do the one thing that all your years of being socially competent has taught you
  • And hid behind a telescope
  • Because reasons
  • And Seungcehol walked past you still quietly singing and sat down with a book and his paper
  • He looked tired
  • But he worked on his homework
  • And you sat admiring his voice
  • it was so nice and soothing
  • But uhhh you can’t just sit there forever right?
  • So you quietly clear your throat
  • Which makes Seungcheol jump like five feet in the air and instinctively yell
  • When he notices it’s just you and he sighs in relief
  • “Hey y/n”
  • And you awkwardly stand there like what
  • But he looks really tired
  • Like this is not ok
  • And you watch as he sort of falls
  • And you catch his head right as he falls asleep in your arms
  • You sort of half drag him down the tower to the infirmary
  • And the nurse just stares at you like fam I don’t endorse killing people
  • But she helps Serungcheol into a bed and tells you he’s just tired and needs sleep
  • But you’re hella worried and you find Joshua and Jeonghan
  • And drag them to the infirmary
  • And you kind of just motion like WHAT DO I DO
  • And they just shake their heads
  • “He does this once every year around exam time, he’s just tired, he’ll be ok”
  • Them trying to reassure you even though of course they’re worried too
  • but they also have been plotting things
  • But you stay by his bed with Joshua and Jeonghan just staring at you before leaving to get Seungcheol’s pajamas and stuff for him to stay overnight in the infirmary
  • And you fall asleep again
  • Next to Seungcheol
  • And you don’t wake up until you hear him say
  • “Here we are sleeping together again”
  • And you look up to see him smiling and looking well-rested and HEYO NO DARK CIRCLES
  • ligtly smacking his arm bc he worried you
  • But you smile bc gosh darn it he’s ok!!!!
  • And as you’re about to scold him again
  • He hugs you
  • Without any warning
  • And you freeze up blushing
  • Until you just sort of hug him back
  • and it’s just you in his arms for a few seconds
  • “Thanks for taking me to the infirmary.” he laughs
  • “UH yea no problem, you would have done the same for me, bud.”
  • Did you just call Seungcheol bud
  • What
  • Was
  • Wrong
  • With
  • You
  • He laughed and let go
  • “You’re cute y/n.”
  • You looked up in surprise at his comment
  • “Hmmm?”
  • Seungcheol blushed and scratched the back of his head
  • “I dunno you just are.”
  • “Super specific thanks, Cheol.” you giggle
  • “Heh, idk just you sleeping in classes and still trying to work your butt off for exams, it’s cute.” he smiled at you
  • Your heart raced a bit faster
  • “You’re cute too.”
  • But Seungcheol just gave you a wide grin
  • “Do you wanna get a butterbeer or something?” he laughed blushing
  • “We don’t have time… but I’d love to get a pumpkin juice or something and study for that charms exam if you want to hang out…” you said blushing right back
  • “Sounds perfect.”
  • And you both talked together more and hung out a lot more too
  • And as you got to know him more
  • And as he got to know you more
  • The both of you started liking each other more
  • It was really cute and innocent and just everything
  • A lot of light flirting
  • A wink or blowing kisses lol
  • But even Joshua was low key impatient
  • “Just ask her to be your gf if you guys are a thing”
  • “Shua what the heck”
  • Jeonghan butting in
  • And so they pushed him to get you flowers
  • And then it was official official
  • No more of this flirty and playful nonsense
  • Instead it was full on holding hands
  • And sometimes he’d give you a piggy-back ride across the school grounds
  • Just cuz
  • everyone is like finally our dad has someone
  • even if you aren’t ready to mom twelve other kids LOL
  • Jeonghan low key trying to sit between you and Seungcheol just so he can tease him
  • and Joshua just dying at the cuteness of you two
  • and the two of you always are studying together
  • or eating meals together
  • or sitting together during classes
  • those prefect powers sometimes has perks
  • all the kids begging you to convince Seungcheol to turn the other way and not give them detention
  • but he doesn’t budge an inch
  • “I could still give you detention for being out past curfew that night a long time ago, are you really asking me to lift the punishment of others?”
  • “AHh that’s not fair!”
  • “It’s not fair they’re tring to use my girlfriend against me.”
  • “Got me there, Cheol”
  • and just everyone thinks the two of you act like an old married couple
  • bickering together
  • but also eating the same meals
  • And when the two of you would fall asleep on the couch together in the common room after a late night study
  • No one could ever say anything
  • Bc too cute
  • Plus it wouldn’t be the first time the two of you fell asleep together

Originally posted by withjunhui


I meant to post this on april fool’s day because my writing is a joke :) But I’m late, so here’s a joke posted on the wrong day.

Summary: Keith, who just happens to be coming down with a cold, is forced to wait out a thunderstorm with Lance.

“You’re still coming to pick me up, right?”

Lance’s voice is questioning, insecure, as if he doesn’t already know the answer. Keith sighs into the phone, before sniffling once, absently rubbing his nose on the back of his hand. “I thought we already went over this.”

“I know, but I called you and you weren’t picking up–”

“I was in class,” Keith retorts, pressing the phone to his ear with one hand as he slings his backpack over his shoulders with the other. He twists away briefly to cough into his shoulder. “The lecturer ended a little later than usual, that’s all.”

He can hear Lance’s hum of assent on the other end. “So, you are coming, then?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.” Keith pauses outside of the university building, scanning the parking lot for his motorbike, before he spots it parked in the far left corner. “Have you been waiting for a long time?”

“The meeting ended ten minutes ago,” Lance responds, “so, not really.”

“That’s good,” Keith unfastens his helmet from where it’s been clipped around the handlebars, then fits it over his head, brushing loose strands of hair from his eyes. “….I’m heading off. I‘m going to have to hang up now, okay?”

“Okay,” Lance pauses. “I’ll see you in twenty minutes?”

“Fifteen.” Keith fishes a keychain out of his pocket, pausing to find the right key before inserting it into the ignition. “See you there.”

The engine starts up, a low rumble of sound and motion, and Keith presses the end call button before sliding the phone back into his pocket. He sniffles, before straightening slightly, navigating the bike carefully out of the parking lot.

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anonymous asked:

oh god, decisions.... uuuuh hmmMMMNN, haha uuh.... how about the angst/salt/denial combo? That sounds like some sweet drama I'd be 100 per-cent down for, ha :^D

Sorry for replying late, kind of dozed off, haha oops *dies* *finger guns* Can do, friend! We have similar tastes, it would seem. XD (This is still kinda rough, it may or may not be edited in the final product, but here you go)


Taking a quiet breath, he gave the door a few knocks.


Out of habit, the scientist nervously poked his head inside before actually entering. “M-Mr. Black Hat….?”

The demon was at his desk, nose (or lack of one) stuck in some probably work-related papers as usual. His gaze flicked uncertainly to the door at the sound of Flug’s voice. “…..What can I do for you, doctor?”

Flug’s frown deepened. The more interaction he got out of his boss lately, the more he could tell something was off. Everything about him, his tone, his posture, even just the way he looked at Flug, something was very off. But what?

…..For now, the doctor should focus on the matter at hand… Stepping inside, he slowly pulled the small slip of paper out of his coat pocket. “I-It’s about my p-paycheck, sir-”

“Is it not enough?” The eldritch stood up, voice suddenly struck with something Flug couldn’t quite place. It didn’t feel right to say anxiety. Maybe… like… solicitousness…? “I’m sure we can work something out- I can give you more–”

“Wh-?! No!” Flug piped up, cutting him off. “You already pay me plenty! That’s what I came to see you about!” With a confused frown, he continued, “I-I never put in a request for a raise, sir. T-There must have been some mistake…?”

…. Okay. Not a mistake. That much Flug could tell by the awkward yet somehow still stoic silent stare he was getting.

“….. Sir, this isn’t….” Flug’s frown deepened. “This isn’t about what Ethereal Maw said at that party, is it?”  

“That–! Of course not!” Black Hat sputtered in defense, crossing his arms. “I just- I– Business has been going exceptionally well lately, that’s all! So what if I put a little extra into your earnings!?”

It was a weak defense. There’s been nothing special about the number of sales lately, they’ve been pretty average. Flug knows that, he’s in charge of keeping everything stocked, after all.

The scientist walked over to Black Hat’s desk, placing the paycheck down. His concerned gaze did not once fall from the demon, even as his boss avoided eye contact to frustratedly stare at the paper. “I’m perfectly happy with my normal pay, Black Hat.” He said softly. “If you have the extra funds, sir, then put them towards something else. Lab equipment, building supplies, I don’t know, just…. something else. It wouldn’t look good if you started playing favorites financially among employees.”

Black Hat said nothing. He just stared in frustration at the check laid out in front of him.

Why wouldn’t he just take it? He has to.

How the hell else is Black Hat supposed to make him stay without actually making him stay?

Isn’t money how you do that? Bribery? Playing off of people’s greed? Something? Why won’t he just–!?


The demon snapped out of his thoughts when he had been addressed, flicking his gaze up to Flug again. He was definitely looking worried now.

“Y-You’ve been acting really strangely these past few weeks….” The scientist commented quietly, eyebrows furrowed with concern. “W-What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wron-”

“Stop lying to me.”

There was a sudden forcefulness to Flug’s tone that actually gave Black Hat pause. The scientist’s face fell with some sort of sad annoyance, and he leaned forward just very slightly. “There’s obviously something b-bothering you. What is it?”

Shit, well okay. Starting to feel a little called out, here. The eldritch bared his fangs, probably about to keep insisting that nothing was wrong, but he immediately dropped whatever sentence he was about to hiss as Flug circled around the desk, stepping closer to him.

Not only did he shut up, he stepped back in response. Why did he do that? This is just Flug we’re talking about! Yet for some ungodly reason, he found himself backing up against the wall as the smaller man approached him, maroon curtains pressed against his back as he had nowhere left to back away.

“Black Hat, talk to me.” Flug demanded, crossing his arms as he now stood mere inches away from his boss, staring directly into his eyes with an unrelenting persistence. “Please.

He could produce no words. He only stared blankly at the scientist before him until his fangs were again bared in a frustrated snarl. “You’re… You’re testing my patience, Flug.” He finally managed to growl. Even so, however, there was an unmistakable lack of the usual fire one could hear in his voice when his anger grew.

That didn’t go unnoticed. “…. As you are mine.” Flug said quietly, keeping a level gaze on the demon’s face. “But lucky for us, I’ve got enough for the both of us.” Expression softening, his voice only went lower. “Please, Black Hat. You’re really starting to worry me.”

Fuck. He’s really going to have to talk about this, isn’t he. Fuck.

“Eughhh…” Black Hat’s eyes wandered impatiently around the room as he tried to conjure up some sort of excuse, any excuse–

“Hey B.H., this a bad time?”

Oh praise Satan, Black Hat never thought he would be so relieved to hear Demencia’s voice come through on the intercom. “Demencia! Not a bad time at all!” Before Flug could even react, the demon slipped by him in a puff of Black smoke, reappearing next to his desk and sliding the red skull aside to better access the speaker system beneath. “What is it?”

“Well, there’s this guy here saying he had an appointment scheduled for t'day, and he was in the neighbourhood, so he dropped by early. Should I kick him out and tell ‘im to come back at the proper time, or–”

No!” He exclaimed immediately, but he was quick to adopt a more professional tone. “Ah, I mean… If he’s already here, might as well get it over and done with, no? Tell him I’ll be right down.” Black Hat settled the skull back into its place and immediately headed for the door.

“Black Hat–”

“Sorry, doctor. Duty calls. You understand, I’m sure.” Black Hat cut Flug off before he could even make a protest, stopping only for a moment to flash him a shaky, forced grin. “We’ll talk later, perhaps.”

Just like that, he was gone. Fucking… unbelievable. Flug almost wanted to punch Demencia next time he saw her–

…… Okay….. No problem. Deep breaths. You can talk to him later. Don’t let this get to you.

With a heavy sigh, Flug reluctantly accepted this momentary defeat. For now, back to the lab he went.

Pack Pawrents 1🐕🐶❤

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Plot: Y/N is kind of part of the pack. She takes care of Liam (her little puppy ^-^) and meets this mysterious guy in the hospital :)

Parts: Masterlist

Originally posted by allmyworry

“We need help. Please come here…fast.” I hear Stiles scared voice. I end the call and grab my purse. Then I get into my car and drive to Scotts house. I ring and wait for them to open the door. “What did you guys do now?” I sigh when they hug me. “He hurt me!” Stiles clings onto me. “Who?!” they lead me to the bathroom where I see a poor boy tied up with tape. “Who is this?!” I yell at them. “Liam…he goes to our school. We think he’s a werewolf…” I sigh again. This time more frustrated. “Get out!” I yell at them and they run down the stairs. “Hello Liam. I am so sorry for everything they did to you. I’ll get that tape off of you, okay?” he nods and I carefully remove the tape. “I’m gonna kick their asses for doing this to you.” I brush his hair away and he hugs me. “Thank you.” he whispers. “You’re welcome pup. Let’s get you home now, shall we?” he shakes his head. He’s afraid. “I can’t go home. Please don’t make me go home.” he hugs my tighter. I sigh. “Okay you can sleep on my sofa. But you need to behave. No wolfing out. Alright?” he nods and we go to my car. Stiles and Scott are nowhere to be seen.

“Here you go pup.” I give him a pillow and a blanket. “Thank you.” he smiles at me. “I’m Y/N.” I smile at him. “Good night Y/N.” he hugs me. “Good night pup.” I kiss his forehead and go to sleep myself. The next day I drive Liam to school. “Behave. I will get you after school.” I want to go when I see Stiles and Scott. “Hey you two!” I yell and they both look scared in my direction. I walk to them. “Be nice to Liam. Do you understand?” I cross my arms in front of my chest. “Y-yes Y/N.” “Good.” I kiss Liams forehead. “Have fun.” I wink and go to my car. Let’s get to work now. I drive to the hospital and grab my uniform. I go to the changing room and put it on. “Hey Melissa.” I walk up to her. The black haired guy she talks to looks at me. He has beautiful green eyes. He quickly leaves when I approach them. “Hey Y/N. Ready to get to work?” I nod. She looks really tired. “You should go home and sleep. I’ll take care of everything.” I smile. “What would I do without you?” she smiles and hands me the papers. “We would probably close the hospital.” I chuckle and go to the first patient. The strangers eyes still haunting me.

Originally posted by dalphahale


Hey guys :) I want this to be a little story and I actually have a part 2. So if you would like to read it please tell me :)

You’re Distracting Part 1

Title: Your Distracting Part 1

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Rating: Teen (changes through chapters)

Summary: Y/N has had a crush on her friend Jefferson for as long as she had known him. What happens when she goes looking for a distraction? More importantly , what does Thomas think of your new company?

Authors note: I will try and update this every week. If you are interested in proof reading I am looking for someone to help me out. This is my first fic so criticism is appreciated and please send some requests for me to post in between.

Word Count: 804

*Reader POV*

Madison was grinning like a mad man as I shifted under his gaze. I felt sick to my stomach, terrified of what he was going to say. I wanted to run from my humiliation in this moment. “I can’t believe you.” Madison said looking as if he were about to burst into laughter.

“T-then don’t push me to talk about stuff if you d-don’t want to know.” I spat back, granted a little upset.

“I just can’t believe you agreed to go on a date with Hamilton. You know he has a thing for the Schuyler sisters. Not to mention Jefferson hates him. I know you. You hate upsetting Thomas.” He spoke laughing at first but got softer towards the end like a parent trying to talk sense into a toddler.

I had just recently agreed to go on a date with the Alexander Hamilton. I didn’t expect it. We talked in our government class, and by we talked, I mean he talked to me. I was quiet and Hamilton never seemed to shut up. It didn’t bother me, it just helped fill the silence. I had gotten comfortable with him much to the disdain of my friend Jefferson. When Alexander came up to me at the café where I was working on my thesis paper the last thing I had expected him to do was invite me on a movie date with him. I knew that I should probably have said no but it was so out of the blue my mouth reacted faster than my mind. I had said yes and now I have two problems.

Jefferson has been my best friend since orientation my freshman year of college. We differed on a lot of political points but he was fun to be around. He exuded confidence. I think that’s what drew me to him in the first place. He had enough confidence for both of us. I always tried to please him. I chose my friends and activities based on who and what he liked and disliked. I only realized a month into our friendship that I had a crush on him. It had gotten out of hand and I knew it. Which brings me to my first dilemma. He hated Hamilton. He constantly bickered and fought about him ‘Hamilton did this …’ and ‘You would not believe what Hamilton said!’ I struggled to play along even though I didn’t particularly hate Hamilton or his friends.

My second problems has to do with Alexander. Everyone knew for a fact that he had a thing for two of the Schuyler sisters on campus. I wasn’t friends with the sisters but I knew that they both had a thing for him to. I knew when I accepted his invitation that it wouldn’t end in much.

So I have officially accepted date that I know will lead nowhere and upset my best friend/crush. I had immediately gone to Madison, one of my only other friends, and practically laid out the situation. I was curled up with my feet underneath me and stared at him expectedly for real advice.

He sighed and pulled him hand down him face with an exasperated look. “I don’t know what to say Y/N. I don’t know how to fix this for you. All I can say is to go on the date end it there and hope Jefferson never finds out about it.” He chuckled.

“That could work.” I said picked at the fuzz on the blanket in my lap. I stared out the window distractedly.

The date with Alexander went extremely well. Something that I hadn’t really expected. It was like hanging out with a great friend. We laughed until out sides hurt and played scrabble (which he of course won). By the end of the movie we had on we were cuddled up to each other on the coach. After which he walked me back to my dorm, claiming it was no time of night for a lady to be walking by herself.

This is why I made the decision I did. I had to get over Jefferson. There were at least 20 other pretty girls flaunting over him all the time. All of them a lot prettier than me. So when Hamilton asked me on a second date and then a third and fourth I continued to accept.

With my new secret relationship I found it hard to spend a lot of time with Madison and Thomas. I felt awful but it was just happening. I used to talk to them every day but other the last month I had seen them maybe a total of 5 times outside of class. I could tell Madison was upset and suspicious based on his messages while Thomas didn’t comment on it and remained quiet.

Weakness - Part 2

Summary: You’re an old acquaintance of Barry Allen and The Flash’s enemy, but when you’re together you’re way more than that. You’re struggling with your evilness and Barry wants to help. Will you let him?

Requested by some-will-give-you-hell: For Weakness part 2, I kind of want to see a softer side of the reader like if she overhears a little girl talking about how she lost everything because of reader and she hears the little girl feel like no one cares about her and the reader is reminded on how that’s how she feels about herself because of her past and that’s why she does what she does. She feels very conflicted and she sends a nondestructive signal to the Flash because she wants to talk to him since she can’t talk to anyone else.

Requested by Anonymous: Maybe for part 2 you could write a little more about the reader, tell us a bit of her backstory.

Pairings: Barry Allen x reader

Word count: 2144

A/N: You asked for part 2 and here it is! I’m really glad you guys liked it that much, wow! Thank you for your suggestions and I hope you like this part too! Let me know if I should do another one ;)

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5


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JB Imagine - Studying

A/N - A fun little imagine for you guys! I’m almost at the end of exams now, just one left on Monday so I’ll be a lot more active after that. I’ve got so many plans to write up and I’m super excited to get back into the swing of things. Exams have really tired me out but the English exam today really made me realise how much I love writing (honestly, 2 and half hours of writing essays was just pure bliss). Anyway, hope you enjoy~

heyyy! i would like to request for a jaebum fluff whereby you’re all stressed out because of studies (personally i am because im in a chemical and bio engineering course right now) and then he sees that youre all struggling and tries to help you and comfort you that everything is gonna be fine. more fluffy please ☺️☺️

Another hour had passed and you were still sat in your living room, papers scattered around you. It was right in the middle of exam season and you had been working non stop to make sure you were prepared and ready for each exam you had. Because of all the work you were putting in, the stress was slowly getting to you. So many late nights and early mornings had just made your body feel heavy and tired all the time, no matter how much coffee you had. But you weren’t complaining. Instead, you just powered through, the thought of exams finally being over giving you the strength to just carry on and get through it. Having your boyfriend, Jaebum, send you encouraging texts every so often was helpful too. He had been so supportive of you when your were studying and was constantly telling you how proud he was and that he knew all your hard work would pay off. Just thinking about him brought a smile to your face as you wrote down the last of the equations you had to memorise for an exam in two days time.

As if on cue, your phone screen flashed with a notification from Jaebum.

He somehow always knew exactly when you needed a little lift in your mood and was always there for you when he knew you were stressed or feeling a bit down. After about half an hour of some more studying, you heard the doorbell ring sounding your boyfriend’s arrival. When you opened the door, he smiled brightly at you, happy to see your face again. 
“How’s my little genius doing?”
“Hardly a genius,” you giggled, giving him a tight hug. “But I’m okay. The revision’s been going fairly well today and I haven’t wanted to punch anything yet so that’s always a good sign.”
“How many more exams do you have?”
“Four. One tomorrow, then two on Monday and one a couple of days after that.”
“I’m so glad I don’t have all those exams to stress about anymore. I honestly don’t know how you do it, babe.”
“Neither do I sometimes, Jae. But now that you’re here can we just ignore my responsibilities for a bit and watch some movies?”
“That’s why I’m here, my love,” Jaebum answered, smiling at you again as he lifted the bag holding a bunch of dvds and your favourite snacks.

A couple of hours later and the two of you were still sat cuddled up on the sofa, just watching the tv screen as you silently nibbled on the different snacks. Every now and then you’d see Jaebum’s hand appear in front of your face with some food in hand and he’d feed you the sweet treat. It’d make you giggle every time he gave you some food without even saying a word. After some time of just sitting there, your eyes wandered over to the pile of work you had abandoned when Jaebum arrived. With a sigh, you shifted in your seat and reached out to grab the pile of books and paper. 
“I should probably get back to work,” you said lacking all enthusiasm for the studying ahead of you. 
“I know it’s tough, (Y/N) and as much as I joke about being glad I’m not the one going through all these exams, I do want you to know how proud I am of you. And even if the grades you get aren’t what you were hoping for, I’ll still be forever proud of you.”
“Jae, that means a lot. It’s been hard but you’re definitely helping to ease the stress a bit.”
“If all I can do is help with the stress then I’m happy. Keep on going, (Y/N) because you’re going to ace those exams!” His determined expression set you off into another fit of giggles as you leaned in and kissed him before returning to your books. Jaebum was amazing and you appreciated and cared for him more than words could even describe.

Breaking... Ch.4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: Sorry I’ve been away for a bit everyone! I was in the hospital for a little bit so I couldn’t write ;-; But I’m back now and decided to make an extra long chapter to make up for it! ^-^ I hope you all reall enjoy it, it’s really plot heavy so please give me any feedback that you may have! Have a wonderful day everyone!!!

Word count: 5215

Warnings: A lot of cursing (Like most oit is not needed), allusions of sexual assault, emotions in general, being a bad bitch.

Tags!! @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @renae-writes @deltablue202 @literally-melonkitty

Breaking Bonds

Dear, uh, journal or diary I guess?

I decided that since I can’t talk about my frustrations in real life, I’m writing them down. Alex does it so I suppose I can to? Life has been odd ever since I came here. Honestly what else would you expect when you’re just dropped off in a world you shouldn’t even be in?  It’s been a few months since I arrived at the Hamilton’s. Eliza gave birth to a little boy last week! William is his name but I’ve taken a liking to calling him Willy. The other boys are doing fine; James, John and lil Alex are a trio of tricksters. Just the other day they messed with all of Eliza’s corsets, taking the strings off and using them to play Revolution. They’re charming, just a bit too rambunctious from time to time. Angie and I have grown rather close despite our age gap, I’m about five years older than her so I suppose it isn’t too bad. Philip is, well, he’s different I suppose is the right way to put it. I’m older than him too by about three years but since we’re the closest in age we get along the best. He’s really interesting, we’ve taken up the habit of debating. I’m honestly surprised he doesn’t question my opinions on anything, you’d think that a person in these years would be more close minded about a woman’s stance on the world. He says the first thing we should do after he graduates is go rally for abolishing slavery and promoting women’s rights. I suppose it isn’t too unbelievable, he is Eliza and Alex’s son after all. He’s still the biggest flirt I’ve ever come across in all my life but that’s just his way of being friendly at this point. Ever since I told him off the first time we met he’s learned to act like that only in moderation. Rachel says that she was hoping for Philip and I to start “Courting”, why she’d hope for that I couldn’t tell you. Philip is a flirt yes, but he does not see me that way, nor should he. One day I won’t be here anymore, it would never work out, I really don’t want to bring him down when the inevitable happens. He deserves better than that, he deserves someone who can devote their life to him. That got a bit more depressing than I meant for it to, time to change topics. Alex is doing better; he was able to get a bit of revenge on Adams. I am not at liberty to say if I was not a part of that endeavor. We spent a long time trying to find just the right words to describe him accurately. Those words including fat, arrogant, anti-charismatic and many others. He stays in his study most of the time, I’m not really sure what he’s doing but he barely comes out of there. Now that he is at the house more, I’ve had the pleasure of hearing about the other members of the cabinet. Many tangents have occurred, speaking of going off into an entirely different point. Eliza has called me “Dear” ever since I arrived, it’s become a bit of a nickname and Alex is literally calling me “Titania”. Ever since he made that connection he’s decided that the name suits me, in fact I only hear my real name when he’s trying to get my attention. Eliza is a wonderful mother, she’s kind, strong, intelligent and Alex is a good match for her. They’re treating me as if I were their own child, I’m eternally grateful for their niceties. They tried to get me to change rooms at one point, saying that I might be more comfortable in one of the guest rooms. I declined the offer, they’ve already done enough for me, the least I can do is work for what they’re giving me, so I’m a maid. It actually isn’t that bad, Rachel makes the work really fun! We chat and joke around, she’s really sweet. Although she can be a bit mysterious, sometimes I catch her reading these letters. Whenever I ask her about them she hides them behind her back and pretends to not know what I’m talking about. I wonder what they say, the mystery continues to grow! Now that I’m thinking about it, I should probably go help her clean the floor, until next time journal, diary, paper thing?

P.S. Quills are hard to use.

             You put the quill down and stretched out your arms before getting up and walking out of your room. You’ve gotten used to walking through the embellished halls by yourself. It’s been almost five months since that guy shot me and I still don’t know what’s going on… I can’t be stuck here forever but what exactly am I supposed to do? The possibility of me just being dead keeps growing by the day and I’m running out of other ideas. It’s either that or I somehow got thrown out of time, how does that even happen? People get shot all the time and I don’t hear any stories about traveling back to colonial New York. What the hell is even happening? I’m not getting any answers and that’s just making me frustrated. I should stop thinking about it for a little bit, it isn’t helping me any right now. Let’s just focus on work. You turned the corner into the main room on the ground floor. This room is where you feel the second most comfortable in the whole house, since it has the large front door, which had to receive a thorough cleaning after your blood almost stained it. In the middle of the room you saw Rachel, sitting on her knees with a bucket, a wet rag in hand, scrubbing the floor. You quickly joined her, grabbing the other rag hanging off the side of the bucket. As you began to scrub the floor Rachel spoke up, her voice almost song like.

“Soooooo?” She cooed.

“So, what?” You questioned.

“You said you went to go write something down, was it for anyone special?” The grin on her face grew immensely.

“Why would it be for someone else?” You asked as your face scrunched up. Rachel sighed in frustration.

“You don’t have to hide it from me Y/N! I won’t tell Mrs. Hamilton that you and Philip are writing to each other!” She inched closer to you, almost like she was ready to hear a secret.

“Why would we write to each other? We’re in the same house.” If I want to talk to him I just have to find him, what’s the point in writing him a letter?

“What do you mean, why? It’s obvious why! It’s hard to get any privacy with everyone in the house constantly, you have to write in order to keep your conversations to yourself.” She explained.

“He’s my friend Rachel, we aren’t talking about anything that I wouldn’t mind someone else hearing.” You rolled your eyes. She really needs to stop bringing this up, I feel like I have this discussion every day.

“You can deny it all you like, but I’m not the only one who sees it!” She teased.

“Yeah, yeah.” You continued to clean the floor, an appreciated silence grew between the two of you. You had moved to clean a few feet away from the front door when you suddenly heard the familiar sound of wheels and the trot of a horse. Alex must be back; I didn’t think the trip to town would be that quick. You scooted away from the door slightly to ensure that the door wouldn’t hit you and that Alex would have enough room to walk past but you heard something odd. There were footsteps going up the steps outside, that wouldn’t be strange normally but it sounded like there was more than one person. The door suddenly swung open, revealing three sets of legs, that was all you could really see when looking straight ahead and on the floor. You lifted your gaze upward to get a better look. Three men stood in the doorway. The man in front was carrying some sort of walking stick, his suit a vibrant magenta, the color seemed a bit distracting for you and his hair was made up of tight-knit curls that caused it stick out in several directions. There was a shorter man standing off beside him, he looked calm and collected or in deep thought depending on whom you were asking, his own clothes were much more of a neutral purple and he seemed to be carrying some kind of satchel, he looked pleasant enough. Next to him was an extremely tall gentleman, he towered over both of the others and yet he felt smaller to you somehow, he was holding a handkerchief up to his mouth. You quickly stood up to introduce yourself the way Rachel showed you, swiftly dusting off your skirt before you bowed your head respectfully.

“Hello gentlemen, welcome to the Hamilton residence. Is there anything that I may assist you with?” You asked politely. Why do they all look so familiar to me? The man wearing magenta cleared his throat, after looking you up in down for a moment.

“Yes actually, there is. You could help me with learning your name, I seem to not have had the pleasure of hearing it.” He held out his hand and you gave him yours, trying to ignore his flirty introduction. Did Philip take notes from this guy or something?

“My name is Y/N, and you are?” You questioned as he pressed his lips to your knuckle. Who are there guys? I’ve never seen them visit before…

“Thomas Jefferson, and the other two with me are Aaron Burr and James Madison.” He spoke with a sly grin as he straightened his posture. Wait…Thomas Jefferson? Like THE Thomas Jefferson? Like wrote the Declaration of Independence Thomas Jefferson? And Madison! Like wrote twenty-nine of the Federalist Papers Madison! You tried to blink away the surprise of meeting two of America’s presidents at the same time. You quickly looked back at Rachel and saw her quickly rushing out of the room. What am I supposed to when two major founding fathers come in unexpected? You turned your attention back to the three men.

“I am so sorry; you must forgive my rudeness. I did not realize who you were, is there anything I can do for you?” You asked, a bit nervous as to what their visit was about. The shorter man, now identified as Aaron Burr spoke up.

“We are here to see Mr. Hamilton; we have important business to discuss with him.” Just as you were about to answer him you heard a voice coming from the large staircase at the end of the room.

“Ah, Mr. Jefferson, I have not seen you as of late. I am sorry to inform you that Father is not in right now, he went to town but he should be back fairly soon.” It was Philip, he hopped off the last step and made quick strides toward your group congregated at the front door. He soon stood beside you, but his eyes were focused on the three men ahead of you, a strained smile etched on his face. Philly, fake smiles don’t look good on you. Your natural smile fits you better. Jefferson kept his gaze fixed on you.

“Thank you Philip but I do not mind waiting, Miss Y/N has been lovely company thus far. Miss Y/N, may I ask for a place to sit until Mr. Hamilton returns?” Jefferson asked. Philip’s eye seemed to slant a bit, they were cold.

“Of course, um, please follow-“ You were interrupted by another voice, this one coming from the other side of the room.

“Thomas, Burr, Madison! How delightful for you all to visit! My husband may be out but if you would follow me to the study we may wait in there.” Eliza stepped forward, Rachel by her side. So that’s what Rachel ran out of the room for. The three men stepped past you, each of them going up to Eliza and shaking her hand. Eliza is the coolest!

“Eliza! It’s wonderful to see you as always!” Aaron said as he shook her hand. Eliza soon led them all down the hall, toward Alex’s study. Philip stayed silent for a moment before stepping in front of you, his eyes remained cold, was he angry?

“Y/N, I need you to make me a promise.” He said simply.

“What kind of promise?”

“Promise me you’ll be careful around Jefferson, he’s not exactly a man to be trusted.” He retorted. What? What is he trying to say?

“Philly, I can handle myself. I’m a grown woman, besides, what do I need to be careful of?” Anger was laced in your voice. I don’t know what he’s trying to say but I don’t think I like it. I’m not a child, I don’t need him to babysit me or something!

“Please just, ugh, you don’t know what he’s like Y/N! Just please watch yourself, I don’t want him to try anything funny.” Philip said, running his fingers through his curls with exasperation. Rachel stepped over to us.

“Um, Y/N, Lady Betsy would like some tea, will you join me in the kitchen?” She said while tugging on your arm. Thank you Rachel! I really need an out here!

“Of course, I would be happy to help. Philip, I’ll see you later.” You walked out of the room with Rachel. Does he not trust me or something? I’m not his responsibility! But was I being too harsh? The two of you left Philip behind and walked into the kitchen. Rachel immediately crossed her arms across her chest, looking extremely annoyed.

“I cannot believe you, you were not being very ladylike to Philip! Did you have to be so childish?” She lectured.

“First of all, I don’t care about being ladylike. Second of all, I was not acting childish. If anything, it was him who was treating me like a child.” You puffed out your cheeks, making you feel like the child she was insinuating you to be. She sighed and pointed at one of the tall cabinets.

“Never mind, please just get the tea box from the cupboard. I’ll make the tea myself.” She spoke with annoyance. You groaned softly to yourself but did as she asked, grabbing the small box from the cupboard and handing it off to Rachel. She prepared the tea as you gathered the tray, cups, saucers and spoons for everyone. You set everything up, Rachel poured the tea and picked up the tray. She walked away with the tray and you followed close behind, staying silent most of the time. As the two of you passed through the main room once more, Philip was nowhere to be seen. He must’ve gone to his room… Was Rachel right about how I was acting? You suddenly heard a carriage outside.

“Y/N, can you attend to that, I must take this tea to Mrs. Hamilton.” Rachel said as she continued toward the hall. You nodded and watched as she disappeared down the hall on her way to the study. It was not long before the front door was opened and a familiar long-haired man came strolling in.

“Titania! You seem troubled, is something the matter?” Alex asked with slight concern. I won’t bother him with this petty problem, he’s got other things to worry about…

“Thanks Alex but no, nothing’s wrong. Actually you have some visitors, Eliza is keeping them company in the study.” You informed him. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“Oh? Is that right? Well, I’ll be on my way then, don’t want to keep my wife waiting now!” He said while walking past you, a skip in his step. I haven’t seen him this happy in a while, hopefully this continues. You followed close behind him. Eliza or Rachel may need me after the leave. The two of you approached the study door, you passed Alex so that you could knock on the door. Rachel opened the door before you could knock however, the tray now empty in her arms.

“Oh! Mr. Hamilton! Back so soon? Welcome home, Mrs. Hamilton, would you like to finish your tea in the parlor?” Man, Rachel can really move a conversation huh?

“Oh yes, we should leave the boys to their work.” Eliza exited the room and Rachel walked alongside her. You were going to follow them back, you really were, but something caught your interest. Alex finally noticed who was in the room, he walked in and closed the door behind him. Walls are paper thin though, you never considered yourself nosey but you had a bad feeling. No one else is around…

“Mr. Vice President, Mr. Madison, Senator Burr… What is this?” Alex sounded suspicious.

“We have the check stubs from separate accounts.” Jefferson stated. What are they talking about?

“Almost a thousand dollars paid in different amounts.” Madison continued. Why does this sound familiar?

“To a Mr. James Reynolds all the way back from 1791.” Burr finished. Wait a second…

“You are uniquely situated by virtue of your position.” Madison voiced.

“Though ‘virtue’ is not a word I’d apply to this situation.” Jefferson really knows how to finish thoughts doesn’t he?

“To seek financial gain, you have strayed from our sacred nation.” Madison too I guess?

“And the evidence suggests you engaged in speculation.” Speculation?

“An immigrant embezzling our government funds!” Not you too Burr… Aren’t you supposed to be his friend?

“I can almost hear the headlines; your career is done.” Madison said simply.

“I hope saved some money for your daughter and sons.”

“You best want to run back where you from.” Fuck you too Jefferson! You heard Alex chuckle.

“You don’t even know what you’re asking me to confess. You know nothing, I don’t have to tell you anything at all…unless…”

“Unless?” Jefferson questioned.

“If I can prove that I never broke the law, do you promise not to tell a soul who you saw?” Alex asked. You heard someone mumble something, you couldn’t quite make out what it was.

“Is that a yes?” Alex asked once again.

“Um, yes?” Madison seemed to say but it sounded more like a question. You didn’t realize how close you were pressed up to the door at this point. Alex, please don’t… You heard a drawer opening, the sound of feet shuffling and papers being sift through, then it was Burr’s voice, he sounded like he was reciting something.

“Dear Sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health and in a prosperous enough position to put wealth in the pockets of people like me down on their luck. You see, that was my wife you decided to-“ Shit! What are you doing Alex?! You swung open the door, the sound of the door hitting the wall sounding eerily familiar.

“Excuse me!” You called out, making the four men stop what they were doing and look over at you.

“Titania? What are you-“ Alex began to ask, an incredulous look on his face.

“Mr. Hamilton! Eliz- er, I mean Mrs. Hamilton requests for your immediate presence!” What the hell am I doing? What the hell am I saying?!

“Titania?” Jefferson asked in a confused tone.

“Mr. Hamilton? Titania, since when do-“ Alex this is not the time for questions!

“It is very urgent sir! There is no time!” You jogged into the room and up to Alex, locking your arm around his and pulling him along. As you passed Burr you grabbed the letter out of his hand.

“Forgive me, I cannot let you read Mr. Hamilton’s documents while he isn’t present! Now come along sir, Lady Betsy needs you right now!” You practically ran out of the room, dragging Alex behind you and leaving the three men to soak in their own questions. Eliza and Rachel are in the parlor, Philip and the children are upstairs in their rooms, where do I even go? You ended up leading Alex to his and Eliza’s room. It’s the closest place where I can talk to him! You pushed him to the room, ran in and slammed the door behind you and pressing your back against it to make sure no one would try to open it. Alex looked at you, utterly dumbfounded.

“Y/N, what in God’s name are you doing? First of all, it is rude to pull someone out of important meeting like that! Second of all, you had no business to be listening in on said meeting, do not even pretend as through you weren’t! And third of all, a lady should not be locking a married ma-“

“Alex none of that matters right now! What the hell were you thinking? You were just about to tell some of the most influential men in the country that you were having an affair! Don’t you even pretend like you weren’t!” You tried not to raise your voice. I really fucking wish I could quiet yell like Eliza can! Alex suddenly turned pale in the face.

“How…How do you know about that? I,I never spoke of it to anyone until now…” Alex looked at you as if he were questioning the entire world. How do I get myself out of this?

“Alex, I know you and I’m no fool. It isn’t hard to connect the dots…” That won’t be enough.

“You saw the letters, didn’t you?” Alex asked, shame filling his eyes. You were taken aback for a moment; did he really just give you an out here?

“Alex, listen to me. I am your friend, you treat me like a daughter and Eliza does the same. I care for both of you, and because of that I need to give you some crucial advice…” Ok Y/N, time to use that History degree you’re working for! Alex looked at you sullenly as you continued.

“Do not, under any circumstances, give them anymore access to those letters, it will not end well. And please Alex, you need to talk to Eliza. I know you’ve been keeping this from her but she is your wife! I know you love her; I don’t know if I’ve ever seen someone love another person more. She deserves to know the truth.” Alex looked conflicted, half of him was saying that you were right and the other was trying to drag him back into secrecy.

“Titania… I don’t know if I can. You heard what they were saying, they are slandering my name with talks of treason! I cannot allow that. And Betsy… she would never look at me the same…” He trailed off, looking even more defeated than he did before. I don’t know if there’s anything else I can do…

“Alex, I know these decisions are hard but… I’m going to have to trust that you make the right one.” You straightened your posture and stepped up to Alexander, making sure he could see the sincerity in your eyes. You placed your hand on his shoulder reassuringly, he looked like a lost puppy. I’m not used to Alex looking this sad, it wasn’t even this bad when he got fired.

“Thank you…Titania. I’ll try to make this right, but I must ask a favor of you. Do not speak of this to Eliza yet, like you said, it’s best that I tell her myself. Just not yet, I promise I’ll tell her soon, I just need to figure out how to tell her…”

“Of course Alex, just please try not to wait too long. I’m here for you if you need any help ok?” He nodded, looking a little a bit better now. You let your grip on the letter soften and gave it back to Alex. Geez, that paper looks a lot more wrinkled than it did before…oops. You both walked out of the room, trying to be as quiet as possible while making your way back to the study. You could hear people still moving around in the room. Jefferson and the others must still be in there. Alex opened the door and took a step inside.

“Forgive me gentlemen, my wife is a bit unwell as of right now. We just received a child last week so she is still quite frail. I’m going to need to ask you to leave, we can continue this conversation at a later date. Titania, would you show our guests out please?”

“Yes, of course, I’ll see to it right away, sir.” You said softly. It’s weird to call him sir. Alex walked away, going in the direction of the parlor. You looked on at the men in the room.

“If you will please follow me, sirs.” You side stepped to allow the others to exit the room, Jefferson was the last to pass by you. He looked down at you and you could see two things written on his face, questions and resolutions. You picked up the pace so that you were in front of them, leading them toward the front door. You opened it up, Aaron walked out silently. Madison bowed his head to you and thanked you for your services. Jefferson’s voice rang out.

“Give me but a moment friends, I have some questions for Miss Titania here.” You felt the door you were holding open close and your back hitting it. Your eyes were filled with the color magenta; he was very close. Magenta is turning into a really ugly color.

“Alright Y/N or Titania or whatever your real name is. I know what you’re up to.” He whispered into your ear.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You practically spat. If this asshole doesn’t take a step back, we’re going to have some issues.

“You can’t fool me; I know a scandal when I see one. Now listen up, there’s only so many explanations as to what’s going on here.” He stated, you had a very bad feeling about this.

“Oh then please Mr. Jefferson, do enlighten me. What is your explanation?” You were pissed, you were beyond pissed in fact.

“Alexander had an affair, that much is plainly obvious. With Mr. Reynolds wife no less. Eliza was telling me a bit about you, how you showed up out of the blue, how close you and Alexander are…” He trailed off.

“What are you implying?” You gritted your teeth.

“Come on now, a pretty girl like you? Those checks were made out a while ago, no way another affair hasn’t happened in that time frame. You, Miss Y/N, are the second mistress.” Excuse me?! What the fuck?! He kept talking.

“I, myself, have a bit of interest in the working girl as well, so I can’t say that I don’t understand his reasons. Now this can go when one of two ways. Either you say no to my proposition and I ruin Alex’s career with this new found information or you say yes.” He did not just fucking say that to me!

“And what exactly is this ‘proposition’?” You snarled, he heard him give a deep, sinister chuckle. He placed his hand under your chin and pulled your face closer to his.

“As I said, I am quite interested in the working girl, I’m sure it isn’t too hard to figure out. So what do you say?” He asked, a fiendish smile on his face. If this bastard thinks he’s going to manipulate me, he’s got another thing coming!

“No way in he-“ Just as you were pushing his hand away you heard a voice. Why do I keep getting interrupted today?! You heard the voice and footsteps coming from the staircase.

“Mr. Jefferson, I would suggest you step away from Miss Y/N. It would not be good for your reputation to have this get out. Are we clear?” It was Philip, standing in the middle of the room. He looked even angrier than you did. Jefferson gave another chuckle, taking a step back from you.

“Well, it was nice to make your acquaintance, Titania.” He said plainly as he straightened his posture, you stepped out of the way of the door and he was gone in an instant. The door and shut and you were immediately walking up to Philip.

“What the hell was that?” You questioned angrily

“I should be asking you the same thing! Y/N, I told you to be careful around him, that man isn’t someone to be taken lightly!” He was upset, you couldn’t tell if he was upset with you or with something else.

“I was handling it! I could’ve gotten him to leave with-“

“I know you could’ve Y/N! But I’m not sorry! I just don’t want to see you get hurt!” He seemed to shutter at his own words. Philip…

“I, I’m sorry Philly… I didn’t mean to… You were just trying to help and I-“ You were cut off by Philip wrapping his arms around you, gently hugging you.

“Don’t be sorry, just let me say something. We’re friends, you’re my friend and I’m yours. Friends are supposed to rely on each other, so don’t try and handle everything yourself. I know I’d rely on you and I wish you’d do the same for me when it’s helpful. Can you at least promise me that you’ll trust me more?” He asked, pulling away so he could see you. Some friend I’ve been, huh? He just helped you get rid of some annoying asshole and here you are getting mad at him. You heaved a sigh.

“You have a real knack for stopping people in the middle of their sentences… Ok Philly, I promise.” You gave him a small smile and his whole face seemed to light up.

“Thank you! But don’t call me Philly, Angie already does that enough!” You laughed at his comment. He’s always able to calm me down, don’t take Philip’s kindness for granted Y/N…

“Not a chance sunshine boy! I’m going to hold these names over you for the rest of my days!” You laughed, you suddenly felt light headed.

“Whoa, you ok their Y/N? You look pale all of a sudden.” Philip said with concern. What’s going on?

“Yeah, just a lot of commotion happening at once. I think I… I think I need to lay down for a bit…” Your head was throbbing, you’ve felt this pain before, the feeling of being pulled at from different directions. You began to walk off.

“Do you need some help?” Philip asked.

“I’m just going to rest for a bit, can I talk to you later Philip?” He nodded.

“Of course, I’ll be up in my room working if you need me, ok?”

“Thanks Philly…” You made your way down the halls to the living quarters and then into your room. You saw your journal entry still on the small desk and fell down on to your bed. Everything hurt, it was hard to breath, hard to move. I just keep getting more questions to answer don’t I? This was the last thought you had before you drifted off into unconsciousness.

anonymous asked:

Hello friend can I have some Bluepulse (ot3?) fluff? Funerals are super draining and I just want to read something super fluffy and feel good. Thank you! <3

My apologies that this took me so long. Your request hit while things were pretty hectic for me (and my first attempt writing this one out just did not cooperate). I hope things are a little less emotionally tough for you, but if not I hope this helps. Either way, I hope you enjoy this. (And my apologies if this isn’t quite fluffy enough.)

Cuddling with Bart and Khaji Da wasn’t exactly conducive to getting some last minute homework done, but Jaime couldn’t quite bring himself to care. The three of them had gotten home from an exhausting mission not long before, and it hadn’t taken Bart long to sprawl on the couch with his back against the couch arm while motioning Jaime to join him.

“But I’ve got-” he started to protest while weakly motioning in the direction of his laptop.

<Jaime Reyes. Take the laptop and join the Bart Allen.>

“I don’t think I’m going to get my homework done that way.” He sounded almost heartbreakingly exhausted.

Bart rolled his eyes. “Jaime, come on. I promise that the worst you have to worry about from me is having me glommed onto you. Khaji Da can help keep you focused.”

Jaime hesitated, but after a wave of warmth and affection from the scarab he caved. Soon enough he parked himself on the couch in front of Bart and leaned back against him with the speedster’s legs bracketing him. Not long after he settled himself and started booting up his laptop, Bart rested his chin on Jaime’s shoulder and his arms loosely wrapped around Jaime’s waist, swiftly followed by some of the armor lazily creeping forward from Khaji Da along with a few tendrils that gently draped on and coiled around Jaime and Bart.

“What’ve you gotta work on?”

“That paper that made me want to throw my book across the room last week.”

Bart winced in sympathy. “When’s it due?”

“Precisely two days from now,” Khaji Da said.

“How much more do you have to do?”

“Uh… Khaji Da?”

“Three more sources. Three more quotes. Discussion then conclusion.”

“…I’m gonna die.”

Bart gently tightened his hug. “Babe, I think you should put down the homework for now. At least until you get some rest. Because if you don’t then you’re probably going to fall asleep while trying to write and do something like writing in Reach-ified Spanglish again.”

Jaime shook his head. “The more I get done now, the better off I am.”

A tired click emanated from Khaji Da before he chose to speak aloud again. “We were just on a mission. We need rest.”

“And we don’t need to be anything like Batman,” Bart agreed.

“…And we do not need to be like the Batman.”

Jaime sighed. “You two aren’t going to let me get this done, are you?”

Bart hummed thoughtfully. “Hmmm… Compromise?”

“One hour. Then rest,” Khaji Da said, a slight chirring entering his tone in time with the same sound emanating from his carapace.

“One hour,” Jaime agreed. He was oddly relieved for the time limit, though he didn’t care to admit it. Khaji Da and Bart knew him well enough by now that they could tell anyway. Then again, being together for ten years helped.

“And then if we’re not going to pass out, maybe a movie? So we have the excuse to just stay here and cuddle?” Bart asked hopefully.

Jaime gave an amused snort before he and Khaji Da said simultaneously, “Bart, there never needs to be an excuse for cuddling.”

Bart kissed Jaime’s cheek before kissing one of Khaji Da’s tendrils that had been draped over Jaime’s shoulder. “Well my only two, you know me— better to check than assume.”

“Alright. Let me have my hour so I don’t get tempted to sneak homework at 3:00 AM.”

“…Babe…” For once Bart and Khaji Da spoke simultaneously (not something that happened all that frequently).

“It’s past 3:00 AM.”

“It is past 3:00 AM.”

“You know what I mean,” Jaime huffed.

“Okay, okay. Shutting up. I promise not to be a pain for an hour, and I’m sure our Love Bug does too.”


Jaime couldn’t keep the tired smile from his face. He was looking forward to putting his homework aside, but until then enjoying the cuddling from Khaji Da and Bart helped. And if he did fall asleep… Well, there were worse things than falling asleep on Bart with Khaji Da curled around both of them.


Requested by anonymous

Who knew writing an article for the school news paper together could make you and Jughead so close. You saw Jughead around school sure but it wasn’t like you guys were friends. Ever since you started writing together you’ve talked more and learned more about each other. Now here you two were, sitting in a booth at Pop’s, having milkshakes, and acting like you’ve been best buds for forever.

“He’s a great writer” Jughead said “I mean probably the best in a long time”.

“Oh I totally agree” you nodded “have you read his last work, amazing. But there is this one girl you should definitely check out-”.

“Hey Jughead” Archie Andrews suddenly interrupted “ah sorry if I’m interrupting. What are you guys talking about?”.

“Just writing” you grinned shooting Jughead a little wink “don’t worry about it it’s kind of our thing”.


The Latte Boy

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Title: The Latte Boy

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2k

“Good Morning miss y/n!” Taehyung says in a chipper voice as he walks over to your usual spot in his cafe. “The usual today?” he flips open his order book, waiting for you for a response.

Smiling, you nod, “As always Taehyung,” you blush a little as he smiles and walks away.

You always came to this cafe to do your work when you didn’t want to go to the office. It had become a regular thing that now you come here every day.

Luckily the owner didn’t seem to mind you spending hours at a time sitting in the corner working away.

In fact, you and Kim Taehyung had become friends quickly once he noticed you becoming a regular.

He was a chipper boy not much older than you. He agreed to run the shop when his grandfather passed away a year ago. He loved his grandfather very much and wanted to continue his grandfather’s legacy.

“Here you go. First coffee extra dark,” he said as he placed it in front of you before sitting down across from you with a cup of his own. He took a sip before smiling at you. “So how is work? Have that nasty woman been fired yet?”

You chuckled as you took a sip of your own. “Not yet, but the boss becomes wise to her tricks. I don’t think she will last much longer.”

You both laughed before an awkward silence fell between the two of you. Something you had grown used to with Taehyung. He would be so talkative one moment, then quiet and awkward the next.

“Anything interesting happening now Taehyung? I rarely hear about you. You always ask me about my life. Tell me what happens when I am not here.”

He chuckled and shrugged, “Same old same old. Nothing new seems to ever happen to me. That’s why I never talk about it,” he smiled and took a huge sip of coffee.

You wondered what he was avoiding talking to you about. You could see it in his eyes, he wanted to talk but never would. One day you knew you would be able to crack the mystery that is Kim Taehyung.

“Well I will leave you to it, your bag is extra big today so I am assuming you have a lot of work. I will check up on you later,” he smiled and got up.

You nodded, “Yes, thank you Taehyung.”

He turned to walk away then stopped, spinning around and walking back to the table. “You can call me Tae. No need for formality y/n,” he smiled and winked before turning around and walking away.

That is one of the things you loved about him. He was not formal at all. He wanted to be relaxed and loose. Which is something you had a hard time doing with your line of work?

You worked on contracts for houses. Making sure everything was correct before the deal was sealed. It was a boring job but it paid very well. Which is why you took it.

What you really wanted to do was run a cafe like Taehyung did. You envied him a little that he could do what he loved. Whereas you were stuck in the most boring job ever.

You looked over at him to see him focusing on some paperwork, his tongue gliding along his lower lip, before biting it as he ruffled his hair. A habit he did whenever he was stressed, but it was the sexiest thing ever.

You stared at him for another moment before he licked his lips again as he looked up, making eye contact with yours. A smirk spread across his lips as he bit his lower lip once again.

You blushed and looked down at your own paperwork, trying not to glance back up at him. Your heart fluttered as you thought about him. You would be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to him.

He was gorgeous, his personality was even more appealing, but when he bit and licked his lips, it made your heart race.

You shook your head trying to focus on your work, groaning as you leaned back staring the paper. You just couldn’t focus now, you kept thinking back to him.

Closing your eyes you leaned your head into your hands, trying to collect your thoughts.

Your eyes snapped open as you looked across to see Taehyung leaning back, his smile bringing your back to reality.  

“Good morning sleepy head, I am sorry to wake you, but you should probably get back to work.”

You blushed and leaned back in your chair “Sorry Taehyung I..”

He shook his head interrupting you, “Tae, y/n,” he smirked, letting you continue.

“Oh uh, yes. Sorry, Tae I am just having a hard time focusing today,” you blushed and looked out the window as pedestrians walked by quickly, most dressed in expensive suits.

“Then take a break, walk with me, we can talk and see if you feel any better when we come back,” he smiled confidently.

You nodded, “Sure, that would be nice,” you smiled at him as his face lit up with excitement, making you chuckle.

“Sorry if I seem surprised, I just wasn’t expecting you to say yes,” he blushed a little and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Why would you think I would say no to you Tae, you are the kindest person I know,” you said smiling, standing up and tucking your paperwork back into your bag.

He stood up and helped you, his cheeks still a light shade of pink. “Thank you, it’s nice to know that someone feels that way me,” he smiled as he took your bag and put it on the counter, before taking off his apron, telling his employees he was going out for a while and giving them tasks to complete.

He finally returned to you, taking your wrist lightly and leading you to the exit, holding the door open for you.

You both started walking, the fresh air felt nice as you walked. It had been a long time since you just went out for a walk to clear your thoughts, you looked up at the clear blue sky then looked over at Taehyung.

Your eyes met his, his gaze was soft, a smile spread across his face before he looked away, putting his hands in his pockets.

You looked at him closer, this is the first time you had seen him outside of his normal work atmosphere. He usually wore a long black apron over his body, so you never got to fully appreciate his body.

He was wearing a simple pair of black slacks and a white button-down shirt, he left a few buttons unbuttoned his collarbone peeking out, the shirt itself fit him tight enough to see his slender figure.

He glanced back over at you, “So, where shall we go to? The park?” he said as he cocked his head to the side.

You jumped a little at his voice, your cheeks tinted in pink as you glanced away from him, realizing you had been caught staring. “Sure, let’s go to the park,” you said quietly.

He smiled as he biting his lip, “It’s a nice day today isn’t it?” he turned the corner with you and started to look at his feet.

You nodded, “Yes it is,” the awkward silence returned as you both walked without a word.

Soon you reached the park and sat down on a bench in front of a pond.

“Taehyung, what was your grandfather like?” you said as you watched a family of ducks swim past, the youngest falling behind the rest before the mother stopped and waited for the youngest to catch up before they swam off together.

He sighed quietly, “He was a good man, he was always kind to everyone. He always told me to have patience and to be kind when I was little, at the time I didn’t understand what he meant until I took over the cafe. I was angry for many reasons, but his words have helped guide me a lot.” He looked down at his hands and frowned “He was more of a father figure to me than my father, I had a really hard time when he passed.”

You put your hand in his squeezing lightly, he bit his lip a little as he closed his eyes a single tear rolling down his cheek.

“I am sorry Taehyung I didn’t mean to make you cry,” you whisper as you frowned.

He shook his head, “Don’t be, I haven’t really talked about it to anyone, everyone sees how happy I am, but I still struggle when I think about my grandfather, there are few things lately that genuinely makes me feel happy, but those moments keep me going,” he looks over at you and smiles slightly.

You never realized he was struggling in silence like this, he always seemed so chipper and happy to you. “Well, what makes you happy Taehyung?”

His eyes went wide and he looks away, letting go of your hand. “I…. don’t think I can say.”

“Why not?” you say as you look at him concerned.

He took a deep breath and turned around, his eyes boring straight into yours as he began to speak, “Because if I told you, you may run away from me and I don’t want to lose you too.”

Your heart fluttered as you looked at him. “What do you mean Tae? It’s okay, I won’t run I promise” you placed your hand back in his.

He glanced his gaze down to your hand intertwining with his before he looked back up and grabbed your chin with his other hand, taking a deep breath as he began to speak.

“You, y/n. You are what makes me truly happy. Every day I see you come into the cafe and it makes me so happy to see your smiling face. It gives me the extra energy I need to get through my hard times. At first, it was like this, but now I can’t stop thinking about you, about your beautiful eyes, your soft hair. All of it has made it hard for me to focus when you are around, and I have been too scared to tell you for fear you don’t feel the same way,” he stopped, reading your face to see your reaction.

You smiled, not knowing what to say as your heartbeat increased. He smiled slightly seeing that you weren’t moving away.

“Let me do something please,” he whispered as he moved his face closer to yours.

You nodded, he smiled as he pressed his soft lips against yours. His lips tasted of vanilla and mint. His hand moved from your chin to cup your face as you kissed him back, causing him to smile in the kiss.

He broke away and looked at you, his eyes full of excitement. “I’m assuming you feel the same way?”

You blushed and looked down chuckling. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

He smiled sweetly back before he rubbed his thumb on your cheek. “Well then, shall we do something about this. Be mine y/n.”

You nodded, “Of course Taehyung,” you lean your face into his hand and squeezed your intertwined hand.

He smiled widely and kissed you sweetly again before he jumped up and picked you up and spun you around.

“I have been waiting so long to tell you, I am an idiot for not doing this sooner!” he smiled as he put you back on the group and cupped your face kissing you once again.

You laughed, “Tae you are so cute,” you say as you kiss him back.

“I try,” he chuckles as he breaks your kiss and kisses your nose.

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Remember (Edited)

By no means is this a part two. Tweaked and added a bit to this previous post. Might delete the original later. Anywho, ‘ere we go!


Based off of Harry’s own “I Love You.”
Performed by Alex and Sierra.


Harry remembers what it was like to hold her. He remembers how her heart would pick up pace when he ran his fingers down her back. Remembers the cold days spent in the confines of their bed, both sprawled on the then shared comfortable mattress, legs intertwined and bodies covered under mountains of covers(at least she was, Harry never quite minded the cold.) Sometimes he would purposely throw all but one of the covers in the washer, and with the warmth Harry radiated, she would gladly use him as a blanket. He remembers the way she would get excited when there was a new episode of whatever telly show she might’ve been really into at the time, and she would wake him up if he was asleep because ‘Harry there’s a new one! Come watch it with me.’ And he knew it was because she loved sharing that bit of her with him, (also she would use him as her personal pillow), which he can honestly say he didn’t mind at all. Harry remembers the good times, and the bad because they always got through them…he remembers being the happiest with her. But now all he’s left with is those memories, memories that all he can do now is remember.

Y/N thinks just about the same. Except sometimes her thoughts have intruders. She sees him everywhere, not that she would expect any less. But she would at least expect her friends not to mention him every chance they get.

It had been a few weeks since she had seen his face, trying her best to occupy herself with art projects or anything that would take up most of her time. She’s sat down at the local café, a cup of coffee in front of her, untouched and probably luke warm now compared to how scolding it might have been when it was first brought to her. She’s so engrossed in the paper in her hand as she taps the pencil between her fingers on the top of the table, praying to get some idea of what sketch she should work on next.

And she doesn’t know why she looks up, regrets it the second she notices the magazine. The girls couldn’t be more than eighteen years of age. They’re gushing and awe'ing at whatever content the magazine holds inside, but all she’s able to see is a familiar face in an unfamiliar setting.

She remembers. She remembers talks with Harry about what he wanted to do when the hiatus began. She remembers the day he barged into their then shared home in hysterics because “babe I landed it! Christopher Nolan casted me! Isn’t this great!” She remembers his face full of pure excitement, and she also remembers the moments of doubting where he didn’t know if he was going to do a good enough of a job. He’d study his lines every waking moment he could, sometimes going to sleep late because he was practicing different approaches to the scenario. She remembers him saying something about a cover shoot, and that he didn’t wanna spoil too much. Would rather surprise her.

The girls sit in the table in front of hers, their backs to her, and she can clearly see the pictures inside. And she can’t help it. Sits her paper and pencil down, pretends to have some sort of interest in the powder blue cup holding the once warm liquid, her index finger mindlessly running over the rim. Her eyes however divert to the magazine.

And again she remembers. As they flip through the pages to look at the photos, she remembers when Harry took her to his old high school. He would tell her stories about his teachers and his classmates. There’s also the cave. And she doesn’t think she would’ve recognized it if it weren’t for the writing on the cave walls, she was there when he carved his name on them. They keep flipping though the pages, and if her heart hadn’t had enough then, it sure did now. The smile, the sweater…the field. She remembers taking trips to that field with Harry often. Remembers laying with him in the very same ground, soft and warm, talking and just staring out into the openness. They were both wise beyond their years. Knew how everything surrounding them was bigger than them in a way, and it always left them in awe, but wherever they were and however big the world seemed, they had each other. Y/N remembers how happy he made her.

And then she remembers the day she had to walk out.

Harry still thinks about her…a lot. It’s been months, but his mind always comes back to her, remembering their talks as the hours slipped away. He loved their talks the most because they both seemed to be in sync. Her thoughts were always more in depth than anyone else he knew, when they were talking serious matters. They both seemed to value and care for the simple things. Her jokes were just as shit as his, but he laughed them because she laughed at his. She didn’t have to, but she did. He smiles at the mention of her name, it comes to him naturally, like it belongs there when she comes into conversation.

But then his heart aches remembering how everything ended. How she left despite his pleads, but deep down he knew she couldn’t take it anymore, and it would have been selfish of him to ask her to stay. And he realizes he always did have shit timing. Wishes it would’ve been different because he still can’t come to terms that’s he’s lost the one real thing he had going for him. She was real, she was good, and she was his.

Now more than ever Y/N feels the nostalgia. Wishes she had stayed home where there was just about a zero possibility of seeing Harry’s face on that magazine. A new look that suits him because it’s more him than his old record label let him be. But she knows she would have eventually seen it, it’s the Harry Styles effect. Can’t avoid it. And to see him in places that were so special to the both of them after she pushed the memories to the back of her mind is what’s more unsettling.

When Harry came about the idea of the shoot, he knew he wanted to make it personal. Wanted to show the world who he really is, setting aside how much of a surprise it could be, he wanted to be himself. Thinks his fans deserve that and more. So the places and settings for the shoot came to him instantly, all of them holding memories he’ll forever hold close to his heart. And yes, some he subconsciously chose, didn’t remember just how much the field meant until he sees the spread.

He’s thinking about her more than usual now. The hurt washing over him. Looking back, everything happened so fast. There were so many emotions the day she left. He felt absolutely shattered, disconnected…alone. And suddenly he’s missing her even more. Wonders if she’s seen them, what she thinks about them, if she remembers.

She does. Tries so hard not to cry sitting right there in the cafe, her phone in her hands now and a picture of Harry towards the upper left corner of the screen, his contact number screaming out at her. And she knows she should have probably deleted his number from her phone, but she just couldn’t bring herself to it. Knows if she ever needed him he’d be just a phone call away, and vice-versa. Besides it’s not like she could forget them anyway, the numbers long embedded into her memory. Her thumb lingers over the digits none the less, breathing ragged, hoping no one has notified her sudden uneasiness. Should she call him to congratulate him? She doesn’t wanna be a bother, but she wants to tell him she’s proud of him…if he even cares still.

But she knows she can’t speak to him, not when she’s this vulnerable and might just break down in tears at the sound of his voice.

Harry wants to ask her if she’s seen them, wants to tell her she was part of the inspiration. But he doesn’t want to intrude, if she still needs her space. Because that’s what she had said just before he watched her walk out. She needed space. And Harry thought she’d come back to him, but she hasn’t so far. Not a call or a text. The most he regrets, and the hardest to acknowledge, is that she left..and he never got to tell her how strongly he felt about her. And he’d be lying if he didn’t think about it often. Would it have convinced her to stay? If Harry had said those three words, would she have retrieved her hand from the handle and not opened the door? Or would she have dismissed the thought and continued on her way. Regardless of what if’s, one thing is clear to him. Harry loves her. More than she thinks he does. Present tense, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to stop.

Her thumbs swipe over the keyboard swiftly.

“Congratulations on the cover shoot, Harry. Hope you’re doing well.”



Have you ever started a drawing, and drawn, like, the best eye you’ve ever drawn in your life? It’s detailed and perfect and you love it, and you sit back–

– And you realize that the eyes are completely crooked and in the wrong place?

Getting things proportioned properly and in the right place can be tricky, but it’s an important early step in any drawing. By getting the proportions sketched out early, you save yourself grief later on and don’t waste time drawing detail on something if it’s in a place where it doesn’t belong. 

For this lesson, we’re going to focus on an exercise in very simple observational proportion.


Materials: you will need a small, complex object, capable of being comfortably lifted in one hand – I recommend child’s toy, such as a toy soldier, action figure, plastic animal, etc. Something reasonably detailed in shape. If you have more than one, even better! You can get a bag of cheap little plastic toys at the dollar store sometimes that work great for this.

Recommended Media: (Optional) Vine charcoal on newsprint works well for this exercise. You’ll also want an eraser (kneaded eraser works really nicely).

Set up your work space with your paper, and your toy within easy reach.

Hold up your toy. Look at it. Set it down next to you.

Me? I’m using my cute little Natasha 

Now, draw your toy’s silhouette

The silhouette should be solid and black. Do not draw any interior detail – JUST the silhouette, completely filled in. If you’re working with vine charcoal, let it take up most of the page.

Set a timer if you can (your phone should work fine) and work for up to 10 minutes.

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Being Together is Enough Part 1 - Zig x MC Fanfic

Being Together is Enough Part 1 - Zig x MC Freshman Fanfiction.

[Tiny Note: A little something I’ve been working on. I’m a big fan of Zig so I suppose it isn’t a surprise that I was writing about him again LOL. Erm, originally it was supposed to be just a one-shot, but then I got carried away and decided to write more  (¬‿¬) as per usual whenever I write about anything. So here’s part 1; more of an introduction for part 2 the really good stuff. Thoughts? Criticisms? Likes and dislikes? All are welcomed here!] 

[Summary: Falling for someone has never been easy and it’s terrifying when it’s a new experience, especially when that person happens to be your local barista. Are Zig and MC finally ready to take their relationship to the next level?] 

She walked as briskly as she could muster across Hartfeld’s massive campus. Disgruntled after a long week of class presentations and studying had left her with the self-satisfaction that only students felt after getting through a particularly coarse week. She was looking forward to taking it easy with the upcoming weekend now in sight.

A list of unwanted chores waited at home. There was laundry she’d forgotten to finish, it was her turn to clean the bathroom, and a paper that she had to look over before handing it in the following week. These were all things that should be at the forefront of her mind. But all that could wait, because right now all she wanted to do was peel off her dress and soak her tired feet into the tub. It wasn’t often that she found herself so worn out, but when she did it took a lot to of effort to keep herself from falling asleep on her feet.

Between classes, working on her novel and spending more time outside of home; she was probably spreading herself thin. Already she could feel her eyes dropping a little and was fortunate enough that her dorm was a short walk away.

She pursed her lips as her thoughts drifted towards him. And if she was being honest with herself, he was probably the biggest reason why she hadn’t much time for anything else. A whole month of sporadic dates, bumping into each other across Hartfeld and catching quick drinks before his shift started were all factors that she considered. No matter the time, if he proposed a night out or early morning breakfast – she accepted in a heartbeat.

Maybe she was in way over her head. Maybe they should slow it down. Or maybe this was what she’d always been missing. She’d dated guys before but never anything like this. Never anyone that she thought of so much, and ended up wondering if he thought about her as much in return.

She wanted to blame him, curse him for being so irresistible but there was more to it than that. Whenever they were in the same space, whenever they were alone – she couldn’t explain it. The closest thing that came to mind was magic. Time didn’t seem to exist anymore and hours had always felt like minutes. Their easy-going conversations and companionable moments of silence made her feel as if they were the only two people in the world.

Just thinking about him caused her mouth to twitch before stretching into a smile and sent her heart racing a little faster. She touched her cheeks briefly, feeling quiet surprise at the heat she felt there. She couldn’t think about him without being reminded of all the times they’ve slept together. Sweaty bodies tangled within sheets or her back pressed up against some wall whenever they didn’t have the patience for privacy, their desperate hands seeking to sink into each other in an attempt to find a quick release of all the tension between them.

She bit her bottom lip, suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to see him. This was how it usually started; with one of them wanting to see the other until someone eventually cave in. It was like a little game of cat and mouse to see who could hold out the longest before surrounding entirely at the whim of the other person. Prior to the last time they spent the night together, she vowed that she wouldn’t be the first time to cave in this time. In fact, she was secretly keeping scores; two for two and wanting to break their tie meant keeping away from him since Wednesday.

Trying to push those thoughts aside, she entered the dorm with a small smile to greet her suitemates.

Abbie and Tyler were on the couch, binge watching The Sword and the Flame. She remembered being dimly reminded that they called dibs on their space all week in preparation for the third season premiere. Sitting cross-legged beside them was Zack, his eyes fixated on his phone. There were two box of pizzas on the coffee table.

The other half of her roommates were nowhere in sight.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” She tried to keep the exhaustion out of her tone. She wanted to keep this short and friendly, considering she hadn’t seen much of them lately. “How far are you into season two?” She asked, jerking her chin towards the television set.

Abbie dragged her eyes away from it first. Something remarkable must have been happening on screen because it captivated Tyler’s focus. He didn’t acknowledge her greeting. “Kenna’s gathering her army at Stormholt – last minute preparations, and talking with everyone before the big season finale.”

Few seconds later, Tyler finally managed to divert his attention long enough to nod, enthusiasm evident as his eyes beamed at her with apparent excitement. “It’s leading up to one of the greatest scenes in fantasy history.” He proclaimed.

“You know for people that have already seen this whole show – you’re both acting as if it’s your first time.” She was amused by how much they adored it. She was a fan herself of the show herself, but never could re-watch an entire series.

“What can I say? We’re hardcore fans.” Tyler replied, shrugging.

“Besides, we’re trying not to ruin Zack’s experience.” Abbie said sneaking a glance at him. She reached for the remote and paused the show.

At the sound of his name, Zack glanced up from his phone. He blinked at the rest of his friends in dismay. “Hmm? Did I miss something?”

Abbie rolled her eyes, “Only most of the episode.” Abbie grumbled. Her suitemates knew she wasn’t one to hold back on her thoughts when it came to her friends.

Tyler elbowed her in an attempt to reprimand her short fuse. This happened a lot when they binge watched with Abbie.

“You’d miss less if you were paying attention.” Abbie insisted, folding her arms.

“Oh no, don’t you dare try to make me feel guilty!” Zack wagged his eyebrows at her. “You’re using me as an excuse to re-watch the show.” He tried to appear wounded but she could hear the unmistakable teasing in his tone.

Tyler grimaced, feeling the heavy burden that guilt carried while Abbie quickly tried to deflect. “True, we’d have probably watched it anyway,” Abbie gestured in between them, “But we wouldn’t have as much fun.” A gleeful expression crossed her face, “– seeing your reactions to all the best moments on the show – like Dom training his fire magic with Sei, or Kenna’s time with the monks during the first season.”

“Or the episode when Kenna charmed those mercenaries and spared Severin’s life.” Tyler added.

“Not to mention all the heartwarming moments between Kenna and Gabriel.” She muttered from beside them. Those were some of her favorite moments.

Abbie nodded in agreement. “We wanted to watch it with you so that you could experience everything firsthand. Plus, your reactions so far have been pretty hilarious.”

Zack flushed, “That was only one time! I thought Dom was gonna to die while he was in the spirit world.”

“We didn’t. We never lose faith in him.” Tyler said before exchanging high-fives with his girlfriend.

“What was it that Chris said? A couple that ships together stays together?” She teased, shaking her head ruefully and watching them laugh at the reminder.

“Anyway, it’s basically one of the greatest shows in TV history – especially when Kenna’s in her element kicking ass.” She thumped her fist.

“Or the moments when Dom uses his awesome fire magic.” Tyler interrupted, not wanting them to forget just how cool his powers were.

“Or the moments when Val’s unintentionally hilarious.” She added, earning her a look from Abbie. She hadn’t meant to interrupt Abbie’s rant but she knew she had to stick up for her favorite characters. “Basically, there’s a lot of good reasons why – plus you’re almost at the end!”

Zack rubbed his chin. “Well when you put it that way…” He trailed off.

Abbie’s expression softened when her eyes drifted towards Zack. “And you looked a little down lately; we figured this would be a fun pick-me-up.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” Zack said with a light smile, sounding sincere. “I’m glad you guys are always so supportive.” He glanced at his phone again as Abbie and Tyler snuggled closer before un-pausing the show.

A second later, Zack’s phone began ringing. “Ah, it’s Brandon guys – ”

“Go, go –” Abbie made shooing gestures with her hands. “We understand.”

After shooting them an apologetic smile, Zack disappeared down the hall. They heard his door close as Abbie paused the episode again. “We should probably wait.” Abbie mumbled, sharing a mutual look of agony with Tyler. “Just until he gets back.”

“But this is sucha good scene.” Tyler whimpered. He tried to keep the objection out of his voice as he reached for slice of pizza.

Abbie leaned forward and took a bite from of his before sighing. “I know how you feel.” She kissed his cheek and squeezed his hand affectionately. “But it’ll be worth the wait once we see Kenna riding into battle with Dom in all his dragon glory.”

Tyler murmured something low under his breath, earning a laugh from Abbie.

“On that note, I think I’ll leave you guys to it.” She still had her own set of work to do after all, and even though it was Friday – it was better to have a head start on them instead of letting them pile up. “I should probably get started on the bathroom.” She could barely suppress the urge to yawn after those words trailed from her mouth.

Abbie seemed to have noticed. “This week was pretty tough for all of us.” Giving her a sympathetic smile, Abbie added. “You could always put off all the stuff you need to until tomorrow. We don’t mind.”

She shook her head. “It’s my night to do it. What’s the point of having a schedule if we don’t follow it?” She didn’t wait for a response and stole a slice of pizza from the box on the table. She ignored their protests before strolling down the hall, her feet half dragging behind her.

Not long after changing and scrubbing the bathroom tub, she found herself sinking down to the floor. Her earlier exuberance at getting a head start was nearly lost and she wondered dimly how she was going to get through the rest of the weekend. She took comfort in pressing her back against the tub’s cool porcelain steel as she took a moment to catch her breath.

The sound of knocking from the door made her glance up. Taking a few seconds to steel herself, she stood before poking her head out and met Abbie’s careful expression. “Hey Abbie, I’m just about done here.”

“That’s not why I came in to bug you.” Abbie cleared her throat. “I’m actually just letting you know that Zig showed up at our door.”

“Oh?” She couldn’t hide the surprise inside her voice. “Did he just get here?”

“Yeah, he said he tried your cell but you weren’t answering.” Abbie said, frowning. “I told him you were busy but he didn’t budge - said he wanted to ‘whisk you away’.”

“Oh right, I left my phone back here this morning.” She laughed shortly. She felt an unmistakable amount of pleasure at the idea of him missing her. Two days had never felt so long and although she didn’t want to admit it; she missed him too. “Uh, sure – just tell him to give me a second.”

She thought about her own tousled blonde hair, the fact that there were probably stains underneath her fingernails and dusts across her overalls from kneeling on the floor. She wasn’t the slightest bit prepared. But none of that seemed to matter as she quickly edged past Abbie to get to her room. It didn’t seem to matter because the mere thought of him waiting for her evenloped her stomach in tiny of indubitable burrerflies.

And frankly, the rest of the world could wait a little longer.

Father’s Day

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Sunday mornings are the best for sleeping in. It’s an unwritten contract: Cas takes care of Maya and makes breakfast, Dean doesn’t get out of bed until his bones start to ache.

That, of course, only applies to the regular Sundays. Today, Dean’s phone, stuffed deep under his pillow, was set to wake him up at way-too-early o’clock. He was supposed to roll out of the sheets, still warm with Cas’s heat right beside him, sneak downstairs into the kitchen and return with coffee and a pile of pancakes for the second best father in the world.

That was a plan, plain and simple. But then, plans sometimes have a way of not working out. Especially when they’re sabotaged by a plugged out charger and an early bird of a partner.

“Son of a–” Dean grumbles, putting the wrist watch back on the nightstand. Beside him, the bed has already grown cold.

He lazily feels for the wire without looking, as he tries to decide whether he should go downstairs or stay as he is in the warm rays of sun brushing his face. There’s no rush now, is there? Maybe, if he’s lucky, Cas had a similar plan to his and there’s a big cup of steaming coffee coming his way. After all, it’s his day too.

He finds the wayward wire, at last, thrusts it into the charging slot in his phone and sinks his head back into the pillow. Eyes closed, he listens in for the sounds carrying from downstairs: the hum of boiling water, sizzling oil on a pan, Maya giggling at a cartoon on the tv, Cas singing along to some dumb pop song, which he swears he doesn’t do.

There’s nothing. Dean opens one eye, glances at the door—it’s left wide open. Still, all he can hear is chirping of the buds outside the window and a muffled roar of passing cars.

Well, this is not suspicious at all.

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Danger Days Gerard Way x Reader : Distractions

“I hate research papers,” you grumbled as you walked into the library, a stack full of books in your arms, and then you placed them on the desk near the computer. The teacher you hated most had assigned you a stupid research paper, and had made the deadline tomorrow. You did not have time for this. You clicked on the computer, impatiently waiting, your arms crossed and glaring as the screen lit up and loaded. You finally got your computer to work, and then opened up a blank document and a fresh web browser page, and decided to get things done as fast as you could. You normally weren’t the one to procrastinate, well, at least this close to the due date, but you had totally forgotten about the project until now. You put your fingers to the keys, typing and researching until you were almost positive your brains were about to explode. That’s when you felt a presence beside sit down beside you. You leaned back in your chair, glancing at the person who had just taken the seat beside you. It was a boy with bright red hair, green eyes, a dangerous look on his face, and had a couple books by his desk. He caught you staring at him, his eyes flickering up to meet yours, and you instantly fixed your eyes back on your computer screen, acting as if nothing had happened. You had never seen the boy before, which was odd, because you knew most people at your school. You tried your best to concentrate, but you couldn’t when you knew an extremely handsome guy was right next to you, much less, a complete stranger. When he wasn’t looking, you tried your best to take a look at his pile of books, which you soon found out weren’t books, but journals and sketchpads. You leaned back in your chair once again in an attempt to see what was on his computer screen, and you saw a couple paintings on the screen. So he liked art. He was probably an artist. You smiled at the thought, and then cursed yourself in your mind. You had to get this research paper done. If you kept staring at this boy you would be here all day long. You took a deep breath and then looked back at your screen, your mind unable to focus on the topic, constantly reverting back to that boy beside you. You had so many questions about him. You couldn’t help but sneak another glance, but that’s when you caught him staring at you.

“Hey,” he smirked. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” you whispered.

“Don’t think you don’t know what I mean,” he snapped.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrugged, trying to act innocent.

“You just can’t keep your eyes off me, can you?” he chuckled.

“Sorry,” you apologized sheepishly. “Look, I’m just trying to write a research paper and you’re being very distracting.”

“I’m not doing anything. I’ve been quiet this entire time!” he protested. “You’re the one staring at me.”

“I know, I know. I just can’t find out a way to explain it,” you sighed. “Let’s just say I’m extremely bored and almost anything will distract me.”

He put a hand to his heart and gasped. “Well that’s sort of offensive,” he raised his eyebrows dramatically. “First you’re apologizing for thinking I’m hot and now you’re degrading me to merely a minor distraction?”

“I um, well, I never said you were hot,” you stammered.

“Ah, but you were thinking it,” a sly smile spread across his lips.

“Who even are you?” you rolled your eyes playfully, but actually extremely serious on knowing his identity.

“I’m Gerard Way,” he explained. “I’m an exchange student here.”

“Cool,” you grinned. “I’m y/n.”

“Nice name,” he remarked.

“Where you from?” you wondered.

“Battery City. You probably haven’t heard of it though, it’s kind of in the middle of nowhere,” he laughed.

“You like art?” you asked, pointing to his sketchbooks.

“Yeah, I like to draw a lot,” he nodded. “I actually make comic books. Well, that’s when I’m not practicing with my band.”

“You have a band?” you inquired.

“My Chemical Romance,” he replied. “We’re working on a new album right now, Danger Days. It’s pretty neat. You should come check us out.”

“That would be cool,” you agreed.

“So what’s your research paper about?” Gerard wondered.

“Honestly, I don’t even know,” you groaned. “I’m kind of stuck.”

“Do you need a little help?” he offered.

“Well what about you?” you questioned. “Aren’t you working on something?”

“Nah, I was just looking up some new art techniques for my latest comic, Doom Patrol. I was thinking of some neat ideas,” he explained. “I’m happy to help you if you need it.”

“That would be nice,” you admitted.

He scooted his seat closer to you, so close, you could almost touch him by just leaning your head to the side. Your hand was on the mouse, and his hand went ontop of yours, holding it there for a moment, leaving you completely frozen, entranced by his smooth action. He moved your hand and the mouse around, getting the screen to light up, and then opened the blank document. He put lifted his hand from yours and then took his fingers and put them to the keys, glancing at you and winking for a second, and then focusing on the computer again. He typed in a string of numbers, along with his name, so quick you almost swore he had just pasted it onto the screen, and he withdrew his hands, placing them on his lap and then scooting back the chair and getting ready to leave. You were still sitting there, staring at the screen in awe, not sure what the hell had just happened. That’s when Gerard leaned down, his lips close to your ear, and chuckled. “Call me sometime y/n,” he whispered. “I’d like to hear from you.”

Then he scooped up his stack of books, clicked the off button on the computer, and waltzed right out of the library, leaving you there to ponder everything that had happened. “Gerard Way,” you repeated his name and staring at the phone number he had left you on the screen. This research paper had become a lot more complicated than you thought it was going to be.

anonymous asked:

YandereDev seems to REALLY like your art (obviously since it's amazing but anyway) so I think you should subtlety hint that he should put Purasu in the final game because seriously if she ends up becoming a character in it then I will fLIP (along with probably a LOT of other people) and she'd be my new favorite character (right now my favorite character is Pippi but that's just because I'm an antisocial video game nerd like her :).


But at the same time, I don’t wanna add more work to Dev. Im sure he has his plans for the futur minor characters, and I don’t wanna be a Midori and rent about how nice it would be to have her in the game, for me and even for people who actually like her ( ;__;)… She’s just a humanization, nothing more, and if he adds her, a lot of persons will probably send him emails, asking for him to add their OCs.. and that wouldn’t be nice for him…

So hey Dev, if you’re reading this ( (☞゚∀゚)☞ heeeey waddup dude don’t forget to stay hydrated), there is a demand for Purasu, so, if you have an empty slot for a character, even one with no damn interest for the plot, and if you have the assets/a volunteer can make it for you… can you please think of Purasu?(´A`。) I’ll make you good French meals 10/10 ( ;-;)