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like real people do | jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same. 

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

based off hozier’s song ‘like real people do’

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Hello, Gentle Reader. This is Fan Fiction.

Recently, I’ve seen some rumblings across my dashboard about fan fiction again.  

I don’t want to dive into a debate because all the information that I have to go on are second hand sources and there’s always going to be a bit of bias there, because one person can see it in one way and another person can perceive it in another way.  

I’d rather explain to you, New and Gentle Reader, what fan fiction is, if this is the first time you’ve heard about it.  

Fan fiction is what happens when you walk out of the theater, turn off the TV, the radio, close that book or whatnot for the first time and ask yourself  “What happens next?"  Or:  "What if it happened THIS way instead?"  Fan fiction is what happens when you are six or seven years old and you take your dolls, your action figures, your stuffed toys and various household items as props and send them all onto adventure.  Maybe Barbie rescues G.I. Joe from Cobra or Optimus Prime fights the Evil Transforming Kitchen Thingy that Mom uses for making meatloaf but should really be the Evil Transforming Dark Lord of the Sith.  

Fan fiction is what happens when you are ten and you’re discovering how to really write for the first time and you put words on the page, in your math and English notebooks, one sentence after another, style be damned, painstakingly bringing forth to life the images in your head of your cartoon and movie and book heroes.  

Fan fiction happens when you are in your teens and you want to be the hero or the heroine of the story and you want to fight alongside Captain America and the Avengers and go on the Quest to Erebor or save Frodo from the effects of the Ring.  

Fan fiction happens when you are in your twenties or your thirties or beyond that and you are still writing because you just enjoy and love telling stories.  There’s a new maturity to your writing and that happens because you’re a bit older, though maybe not wiser, but you still love telling the stories anyway.  People tell you that you should write for money and sometimes you think, hey I could try that and you dream.  And sometimes you just smile and say, "I just like telling stories” and that is more than enough for you.  

And sometimes people fall in love in your stories, regardless of sex or gender.  Sometimes they fight.  Sometimes they laugh.  They cry.  They hate.  They die.  Sometimes they kiss.  Sometimes they make love.  Sometime it’s just sex.  You keep writing.  You can’t help it.  You get that idea and you just need to write it down.  Word for word.  One sentence after another.  Just like when you were a kid and you’d wear your pencils to stubs and let your pens run out of ink as you shape the letters.  

That’s fan fiction.  Sometimes, the best stories in the world start because they were fan fiction.  Ask Shakespeare.  Ask Jules Verne.  Ask Neil Gaiman.  

Gentle Reader, if this is your first time in here, then I hope you might find the time to read my stories.  I humbly ask, because a fan fiction writer’s currency is in the feedback of his or her readers and we’re happy to hear from them when it’s good and devastated when we get hate from those who don’t even have the courage to sign their names.  If it’s not for you, then I understand.  It’s all right.  Move on, that’s okay.  These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.  Maybe there’s something else you’d like.  It’s fine.  

And this is what I hope for if you do decide to venture in.

I hope you smile.  I hope you laugh.  I hope that you ended up snorting coffee out your nose in the middle of Starbucks.  (Here’s a napkin.  Sorry that I’m not sorry?)  I hope that I made you giggle in the middle of the subway or the bus stop and you get weird looks from folks passing by.  

I hope you cry, because sometimes I write sad things and that makes me cry too.  Here’s a tissue.  It’s okay.  Sometimes there are no happy endings.

I hope you are frightened, but only in a way that a good, scary story can make you feel frightened.  Sometimes there are dark and terrible things out there and they’re part of the Story too.  Hold my hand.  It’s all right.  I’ve got you.

I hope you blush and maybe smile a little later when love and romance and sweet things are told.  Love is a gift and true love is meant to endure.  And sometimes there’s hurt and pain and grief in there too, but you already know that.  You’ve lived that.  Sometimes we do have happy endings after all.  There’s always hope.  

Are you ready?

It doesn’t always start with “once upon a time” or “a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…” but every story starts somewhere.  

Turn the page.  Click the button.

Here we go.    

Take It or Leave It - Part 2

OMG I AM SCREAMING! I RECEIVED SUCH POSISTIVE FEED BACK AND SO MANY TAG LIST REQUESTS! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST!

Anyway, that aside, thank you so much for your incredible reaction to the first part and I hope that you really like this part!

And without further ado, let’s get into the second part! 

Originally posted by perksofbeinganavengers

“Stark, what the hell was that?!” Steve asked the second you were out of ear shot.

“Language.” Clint muttered but he went ignored

Sam snorted. “She’s like Sherlock and Dr Watson all in one.” 

“No. She’s Y/N. You can’t compare her to anyone else trust me.” Tony replied, completely unfazed by Steve’s outburst.

“She just came up here with convenient perfect timing, happened to bring Chinese with all of our favourites that we didn’t even know and can read people better than Romanoff and Buck? And you say she’s a lawyer?” Steve crossed his arms and took a few steps back. 

“It’s not my story to tell but for the record, she’s justified.” Tony was quick to defend you after years of loyalty.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Oh of course. Because you know all about ‘Bunny’, don’t you? And justified? She speaks 9 languages fluently, and is highly trained in Ballet, Gymnastics and Martial arts!” 

Bucky and Natasha shared an uneasy look. 

“For God’s sake, Rogers! What is your problem with the girl? She knew this case had a less than fifty percent chance of winning it yet here she is, ready to bust her ass to make sure your asses don’t end up in a maximum security prison that makes The Raft look like a five star hotel!” 

“We risk our lives constantly to help protect the world and now you’re telling us to put our trust in someone who is trained well enough to be one of us when we don’t even know her!” 

The tension in the room was thick and everyone was tense and ready to pounce the minute things headed south.

Tony stood up, slamming his glass on the table. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you to do! You can’t get yourself out of this mess on your own, admit it! You don’t know jack shit about the law whereas she knows it inside and out, back to front! The reason she’s speaks so many languages is because she enjoys being able to communicate with people in their own language! 

“But Latin, Tony! Who the hells speaks Latin nowadays?”  Steve threw his arms out in exasperation.

“I do.” Natasha piped up.

Bucky smirked. “So do I. And the population of the Vatican City does.”

“Well unless she represents the Pope it means nothing, Buck!”

Tony grinned. “Well, she doesn’t represent him but she does have his number.” 

“How the hell does she have the Pope’s number?” Sam butted in looking completely confused.

“Like I said, Pigeon; it’s Y/N.” 

“I don’t trust her in any way, shape or form.” Steve steered the derailed conversation back on track. 

“Captain Rogers. You don’t necessarily have to trust her, only her abilities.” Vision spoke for the first time since you had originally arrived. 

Steve took a look at everyone’s faces before storming out the room. 

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You woke up the next morning to papers strewn all across the duvet and you laptop tilted to the side, precariously balancing on your thigh. Groaning and sitting upright, you began mentally preparing yourself for the the day. Today was the day the team was going to have to fill out the paperwork to officially take you on as their attorney and you were going to have to deal with trying to get Steve to sign two documents, since he was the leader of the Avengers as well. 

The Avengers were a private organisation that therefore required even more paperwork to sign them on as your client. Jesus, you might just die today. 

First things first, breakfast. You silently set about your routine. You whipped your hair up into a bun quickly before applying a natural makeup look, every colour in the nudes apart from a rose tinted lipstick. You shook your hair out  and gently brushed it through; your hair was something you loved about yourself and took great pride in and hence you were very careful when you lightly curled it for the day. Opening the wardrobe, you took out a shirt and skirt that you had unpacked last night from your bag. Sliding into heels you set about gathering up your sheets and organising them into folders, snatching up the laptop and giving yourself a once over. 

Yep, you looked ready to take on whatever the day threw at you. 

You take that back. 

Upon entering the kitchen, you decided that you were going to need a raise. Clint was sat on top of the fridge watching the mayhem unravel with a smile. Natasha and Wanda were sat quietly to one side, Wanda showing Natasha something on her phone. Vision was sort of just hovering by them confused. Peter, Tony, Sam and Scott were in the midst of a very intense food fight. Steve was sat on the sofa to one side drawing, judging by his hand motions. Bruce wasn’t present yet. Rhodey was sat on one of the chairs to the side trying to stop the four but not really putting in effort and T’Challa was finishing up on a phone call before he came to stand by you.

You whistled but to no effect. “I believe the Colonel has already tried that and failed.” The King had traces of humour in his voice. “They remind me of the animals we have back home in Wakanda.”

You smiled at the man. “Wakanda must be stunning, your majesty.” 

“Please, Miss L/N, there is no need for titles; you are doing my friends and myself a monumentus deed.” 

“In that case, I must ask you to call me Y/N.” 

T’Challa smiled at you before giving a brief polite nod. “I’m sure you need to speak to them, yes?”

You nodded in confirmation.

“Then I must suggest that you endeavour to find a way to get them to stop and then listen.” 

You grinned. “I have a way. But no one’s going to like it.” 

“And why is that?” 

“Because it involves the knife attached to your right ankle.” 

T’Challa shook his head quietly but nether the less, bent down and retrieved the knife for you. “I must request that you don’t hurt anyone, Y/N.”

“Who said anything about hurting anyone?” You smirked before you spoke. 

The knife had barely been in your hand before you threw it in a dead straight line to the other end of the kitchen, cutting through the food fight and burying itself with a loud thud in the cupboard door, next to the fridge. The room went silent in shock, no one moved until their heads turned to you.

“Excuse me!?” Tony shrieked.

“Get over it, Tony; both myself and Colonel Rhodes had tried to get you to stop but nobody listened.” You replied, completely calm with your game face on. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. You four, are going to clean up your mess; Miss Maximoff and Miss Romanoff, you’re both going to go and get dressed; Colonel Rhodes if you could go and get Dr Banner it would be appreciated; Captain Rogers, it would be muchly appreciated if you could go and get Sergeant Barnes for us.” 

“No need, Sugar, I’m right here.” Bucky winked at you as he walked in.

“Good morning, Sergeant Barnes.” You smiled politely at the soldier. You quickly fixed you attention back to its previous focus. “Mr Barton please get down from the fridge and pass me the knife back. And Mr Vision please can you help me in the kitchen once the boys are done cleaning up?”

Vision inclined his head. “Of course.”

“Thank you.” 

“Bunny." 

"Tony.” You replied in the same type of voice.

Tony sighed dramatically before starting to tidy up and everyone jolted into action, following your instructions.

As soon as they had cleaned the counters, you immediately swooped in and began going around the kitchen. 

“Mr Vision, where do you keep your bowls and utensils?” You asked as you opened cupboards at random. 

“The culinary utensils are in the second draw to your left whilst the bowls are in the bottom cupboard to your right, Miss L/N." 

"Please, just call me Y/N.” You smiled as you glanced at him before taking the eggs and milk from the fridge. 

“And in return I ask that you just call me Vision." 

Grinning, you asked him. "Vision, where do you keep the flour and sugar?”
He once again guided you to what you were looking for.

Before long there were pancakes and waffles cooking away, whilst others were stacked up on plates and cut fruit was in bowls, courtesy of Vision. You were wielding a spatula and kept whacking anyone’s hands that tried to steal any. Moving gracefully around the kitchen, you laid the table and made everybody sit down before laying the food that you had made in the middle of the table as Vision followed with the fruit.

“Do you make breakfast for all your clients then?” Clint asked as everyone dug into the food.

“I don’t normally stay with clients, Mr Barton; it’s that I’ve been working for Tony  a long time and he now insists that I stay with him when I do. And from what I’ve heard none of you can really cook with the exception of a few.” You ate a mouthful of fruit.

“That’s right, Legolas. Bunny’s here enough when she’s doing things for me that I gave her a room about 7 years ago.” Tony piped in, drowning his waffles in syrup.

“Which reminds me…” You trailed off as you pushed your chair back and got up before grabbing the files you had brought with you. “You’re not going to like this but I’ve got paperwork for you. It’s only a bunch of signatures and basic information.” 

Groans met your admission.

“So that’s why you made us breakfast!” Peter exclaimed.

You nodded sarcastically. “Well done, Mr Parker. If you want something from someone you have to give them something in return.”

Sam snorted into his coffee as you handed out the folders.

“We’re going to need pens, Miss L/N.” Steve spoke directly to you for the second time since you arrived.

“Who would have known America’s golden boy had sass in him? There are pens in each of the folders if you open them.” Today was so not going as planned and you hadn’t even gone through breakfast yet. “And I’d step to it, Captain Rogers, because you have twice as much than everyone else.”

“And why is that?” 

You pouted dramatically at the man.

“I thought you were in charge of the Avengers and that means you have to do all the corporate paperwork as well. And I’m going to have to file it all today so I can get your case going.”

An hour later you were walking out of The Avengers Tower to hail a cab heading for the law firm Hughes and Wood for a day of paperwork.

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anonymous asked:

I really love your blog! Could you do Shinee as college students or their study habits?

hi anon! i love YOU

onew: 

  • everyone automatically assumed he was an upperclassman even as a freshman 
  • looks serious and pensive when he wears his glasses, still a dork tho
  • always in sweats bc he likes to be comfy 
  • never has meals??? someone pls swipe him 
  • never on campus bc naptime 
  • can catch him in the library tho he’s that kid trying to unwrap and eat a granola bar in the quiet part of the lib 
  • he would be embarrassed but otherwise his stomach will make whale mating calls and a crinkling wrapper is the lesser evil by far 

jonghyun: 

  • sick of hearing “working at starbucks” jokes bc he’s liberal arts
  • actually is part-time barista at starbucks on campus tho
  • always has at least two essays to write at all times but always chilling until deadlines 
  • around finals: “can you snort coffee”
  • so sleep deprived that he is on another plane of existence (”i can hear my heartbeat and i don’t think that’s something that should be happening”)
  • wears sunglasses everywhere and people think it’s because he’s just constantly hungover but no sometimes he just closes his eyes to nap for a few secs without anyone noticing 
  • go to every single event where they bring puppies to campus for stress relief 

key:

  • has a blanket and does work/read outside when the weather’s warm 
  • will turn down going out to finish homework….. and actually do homework
  • but also bingewatches netflix like it’s his job 
  • does not realize that sometimes he looks at the prof too intensely and like won’t blink??? for a really long time and they are sweating 
  • always featured in the uni brochure looking fly as hell (he keeps all of them and posts them on his wall but in an aesthetic way)
  • meticulous color coded notes!!! is he a person or a typewriter 
  • sticks out his tongue when he’s concentrating on studying 

minho: 

  • is always wearing some kind of school merch srsly the bookstore gets most of their money from choi sales 
  • also has a lot of other university merch bc he traded with friends 
  • a campus tour guide 
  • he knows all the history behind the buildings and when they were built and just wants the incoming students to feel welcome 
  • there is a GIANT blown up picture of him in the welcome center of him screaming at one of the football games 
  • he’s very proud of it and has taken a pic in front of it imitating himself (it’s his pro pic he’s never going to change it) 

taemin: 

  • always looks a little harassed bc he is once again late it’s just who he is as a person
  • can never remember where his classes are and it’s the end of the semester omg 
  • his phone background is his schedule 
  • eats an obscene amount in dining halls 
  • never raises his hand but when the prof calls on him bc they don’t think he’s paying attention he has really profound answers
  • when he was a frosh he had a legit map bc he was trying to find his building and a senior actually stopped and asked him if he was lost and helped him like he looked that helpless and sometimes he flashbacks to that moment randomly and it’ll probably haunt him for the rest of his life

since a lot of people are requesting college AUs i’m thinking of maybe doing a more extended version for each member later on! 

the kisses au

because there are so many types of kisses! have some affectionate widowtracer because i refuse to believe their relationship is purely sex and angst

  • lena oxton is a very affectionate person
  • she is all smiles and hugs and friendly hip-checks and cuddles and sharing space and, needless to say, widowmaker is not.
  • so when they start this… thing
  • widow is not prepared for what comes next
  • she wakes in the morning covered in ten blankets and a snoozing lena oxton, surrounded by a mess of pillows and teddy bears and textbooks on theoretical physics, and it is warm and the sunlight was made for basking in, and she jolts a little in surprise
  • her talon bunker is cold and dark and decorated with one purple gouge across the blank white walls and the cot is stiff and poky and she has nothing but nightmares
  • lena stirs at her movement, grumbles sleepily. widow freezes, unsure of the protocol. does she… touch her? move? does she stay there? oh god what should she do?
  • she settles for tentatively touching lena’s hair. it’s soft, fluffy, perpetually messy, and she pats her head with cold hands.
  • ‘lo,’ lena murmurs, throat creaking a little, and widow blinks, snatching her hand back.
  • ‘good morning,’ she says, a touch stiffly. lena doesn’t seem to notice, tipping her head slightly and shifting closer, burrowing her head into widow’s neck and pressing a kiss to her jaw. the whole motion is easy and careless and widow can’t help but smile.
  • lena whispers something groggily against her throat, and she frowns in confusion.
  • ‘quoi?’
  • lena lifts her head for a moment. ‘said you look cute.’
  • ‘cute?’
  • ‘ya know, mornings. hair down. ‘s cute.’
  • ‘so do you.’
  • ‘mm. thanks.’ 
  • she’s waking up slowly, sitting up, bending over amelie to blindly kiss her face, opening her eyes, the soft brown gentle in the rising sun, her nose bumping clumsily against amelie’s icy cheek.
  • ‘there’s a diner here somewhere,’ she mumbles between kisses, aiming for amelie’s nose and missing spectacularly. ‘you into coffee?’
  • ‘café au lait,’ is amelie’s response, and lena snorts, snuggling into her shoulder.
  • ‘you and your prissy french coffee.’
  • amelie sticks her tongue out at her and lena pouts exaggeratedly, spread-eagling herself over widow and clinging.
  • ‘get off,’ amelie says, without meaning it. lena just smiles at her knowingly, and clings tighter, dotting kisses over amelie’s collarbones and humming some pop song.
  • ‘i want food,’ amelie says abruptly and decisively, and clambers off the bed with lena still attached to her. ‘shoes on. am i carrying you there?’
  • ‘yeah,’ lena mumbles, and then blinks. ‘wait, are we going naked?’
  • ‘no,’ amelie says, rolling her eyes fondly, ‘put your clothes on.’
  • lena sings as she straps the accelerator to her chest and slings a leather jacket around her shoulders, dances up behind widow and spins her around and presses the spiderbites into her ear and widow snorts when she makes a pun, eyebrows waggling
  • they walk to the nearest cafe and lena buys four pastries and feeds amelie pieces of an apple turnover as she talks about a recent prototype of the plane that she and winston are developing and widow hums and listens and feels the soft brush of lena’s fingers against her lips and the way they skim over her jaw and down her arm to her hands, and then lena gets momentarily distracted in favour of kissing each of amelie’s fingertips
  • and amelie tells her about sombra’s embarrassing moments, hands dancing in the air (she’s wonderfully expressive when she wants to be), smiles a little when lena laughs so hard she almost snorts coffee out her nose
  • they’re the best mornings amelie’s had in a while.
  • late nights are good, too
  • they curl up on the couch, and amelie wears lena’s fuzzy koala socks, and they watch old movies and lena squishes in next to her so close that amelie can smell the faint traces of the lemon soap she uses (and amelie steals on a regular basis) and she wraps her arms loosely around lena’s midsection and lena hums and traces her tattoos and pecks kisses on her wrists
  • and sometimes, every so often, lena comes home to amelie sitting on the floor with a bottle of wine and hard eyes and lena talks her down with quiet words and soft desperate ‘i am here’ kisses and amelie cries and tangles her hands in lena’s hair and they sit together on lena’s kitchen floor and amelie mumbles about needles and gerard and monsters
  • at nights, they lie together, lena’s arms tight around amelie’s shoulders, quiet words of affection. lena learns a bit of frankly horrid french and takes a certain amount of delight in sneaking up behind amelie and whispering, ‘je t’aime’ into her ear
  • and her accent’s bad and the tones are wrong and she doesn’t quite say it like people in france
  • but it seems much more right than anything amelie’s ever heard
through the ages

Happy birthday @amalasdraws! I love getting to be your friend, I hope you have an amazing day & a great upcoming year! <3


As a kid, summertime is Tooru’s favourite time of year for two reasons.

The first reason is that his birthday is in summertime. It’s one of the few times he’s allowed to have multiple people over, and he doesn’t have to bug his parents to let a friend stay the night, laughing and playing games and enjoying themselves.

The second reason (and what he likes even more) is when his parents take him and his sister out to spend long weekends at the lake house. Now that they’re old enough - and after much pestering - Tooru’s parents allow him and his sister to each bring a friend along, and Tooru has so much that he wants to share with Hajime.

After a long day of playing out in the sun, catching crayfish and splashing each other in the cool water, Tooru can already feel exhaustion pulling at him, but he brushes it away as he climbs into the futon set up in the living room for him and Hajime. The blankets are cool, but he knows they won’t be for too much longer.

Hajime’s rummaging through their bin of movies, pulling out a tape that he likes and sliding it into the player. He pads back to the futon after turning on the old television set up for them, climbing in beside Tooru without hesitation.

Tooru slides over to give him some more room, laying his head back on the pillow and rubbing at his eyes.

“Tired?” Hajime asks, propping himself up on an elbow. He ignores the trailers for new movies playing on the television and reaches over, brushing some hair out of Tooru’s face.

His fingers feel cool on Tooru’s probably sunburned face. It’s nice.

“A little,” Tooru admits, blinking slowly. Hajime drops back down on the bed and Tooru slides a little closer so that their shoulders are touching. “What did you pick?” He asks, turning over towards the television.

Hajime shifts to move his shoulder so that he can tuck his arm under Tooru’s neck. “That magic one that you like so much.”

“Really?!” Tooru turns towards him and grins, excitement evident in his face.

“Yeah,” Hajime responds, turning to face the television set. “You were sayin’ you wanted to watch it again… so…”

Tooru laughs and shoves Hajime a little, who retaliates by jumping back on him and pushing him back to his side of the futon. They both end up in a pile on the floor with a thump and this starts a tickle war, the both of them laughing and trying to best the other, neither wanting it to end until Tooru’s fighting tears from laughing so hard-

“I give!” he chokes out the words between laughter, clutching his stomach; Hajime’s grinning a mile wide when he pulls back, trying to quiet his laughter so that they don’t wake Tooru’s parents.

“That makes thirty-two for me,” Hajime says, pushing himself up to his knees and offering a hand to help Tooru up. “And-”

“Yes, twenty-eight for me! Don’t worry Iwa-chan, I’ll catch up.” Tooru takes his hand and they both stumble back to their feet. Hajime pulls Tooru back into the futon by the hand, flopping down on top of each other as they catch their breath.

Tooru cuddles up next to Hajime and doesn’t even care that he misses the rest of the movie when he falls right to sleep, happy and warm and safe.


Middle school is where everything starts to change.

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Namjoon Scenario: Be My Love.

Request: Love your works ^^ a lil request of a very oblivious reader and namjoon dropping hints with every coffee that he brings to her untill he finally snaps and kisses her and then decides to stick a sticky note to her face with “I like u a lot” written on it ^^ dont know if this’ll suit your tastes but I decided to give I a go :D

Flatmates AU.

Genre: Fluff. 


The cup was placed on the table making a sound but you didn’t even lift your head from the book. Namjoon frowned just a little and sighed, you were usually absentminded, but as you were studying for a very important test you were even more immersed on it than normal. 

It was ok, he thought, because the way you were so centered in your studies, how you were so smart, how you were so determinate, those were some of the things Namjoon liked about you. But of course you had other characteristics, for example how evident was his crush for you. Everybody in the department had noticed it, everyone knew Namjoon liked you since a lot time ago, since you moved in he could say, but not you. You treated him as a friend, perhaps sometimes like a bit more than that, but Namjoon hadn’t had the courage to confess although he really wanted to.

You lived together with other three people, three girls and two guys in total, you’ve coincided there since the department was really close to the university,  but Namjoon being the romantic he was and adding more since he had a crush, thought it was because of destiny. 

He cleared his throat making you lift your gaze to him making you gasp a bit startled. 

-Namjoon! I didn’t see you there, sorry-

He smiled inevitably, you were really cute while surprised. -It’s ok, I brought you a cup- he said sliding the beverage closer to you.

You smiled taking it in your hands. -Thank you so much- you sipped from it and then realized the cup had something stuck on. -Oh, what is this?- 

Namjoon stood up quickly. -Well I leave you to it then-

You watched him go and then saw it was yet again another sticky note, Namjoon was very kind, he always brought you coffee when he saw you were studying, and more often than not he’d stick a note on the cup, sometimes with inspiring quotes, others with simple words, like “hope” or “fighting”, or silly phrases to make you laugh like “Better read this” and then he’d write his own name, it was a really thoughtful detail to do such a thing. You really liked him, in a lot of ways, but you weren’t sure if he felt the same. Sure he was attentive towards you, but you couldn’t judge everything on that, you just weren’t sure of what he felt.

You read the quote he wrote today, “Put your heart, mind and soul into even your smallest acts. This is the secret to success, Swami Sivananda”. You liked it, you agreed with what it said, perhaps that was one of the reasons you got so focused when you were doing something, concentrating to the point of forgetting the world. 

But then there were people like Namjoon to bring you back to it, with a cup of coffee and that gorgeous smile, you really liked his smile, and dimples, you sighed getting back to your reading, if only he liked you back.

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Their Amy; His Liebling (pt. 23)

It takes Dark all of two days to collect insurance on the old building, now just a burned out husk, and Yandere doesn’t resurface. No one wants to jump to conclusions, however, especially not Dark. The Egos stay at the house, finishing up all the final touches, including a new door leading into Mark’s apartment… which they ask permission for after they do it.

“Google and I are working to find another suitable building to house Ego Inc.” Dark says over breakfast one morning in Mark’s house. They’ve agreed to have a truce of sorts until Dark can find a new place to do his evil scheming. “By the way, don’t drink my coffee.”

Mark snorts and pours himself a cup. “Really? You’re in my apartment, Dark. Using my coffeemaker.”

Dark holds up his hands. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

When Mark takes a sip of the coffee, he feels the caffeine hit him like a punch to the gut before his heart practically leaps out of his chest. “What was in that?”

Dark knocks back the rest of his mug and smirks. “I brewed it with Red Bull instead of water and added ground caffeine tablets.” He shrugs. “When your job description is basically: herding cats, you find ways to cope.” Dark gets up from the table and pats Mark on the face as he walks past him. “Have fun trying to sleep for the next five days.”

 

Hands over her eyes, Bim leads Amy around to the front of the house. “Bim, I’ve seen the house before. I don’t understand why we need to do this.”

Bim laughs softly and almost trips over Poppy who is bobbing around between their feet. “But you haven’t seen the mailbox!”

“Um, ok?” Amy and Bim come to a stop as the TV show host pauses to build the suspense. “Bim!”

“Ok, ok, surprise!” He removes his hands to show the other Egos standing around a mailbox shaped like a flying saucer with a little green alien inside, waving. Underneath the spaceship hangs a sign that reads, “Peebles Place.”

Amy feels the warmth rise to her cheeks, so she uses her hands to cover her blush as she squeals. “Guys! You named the house after me?”

They all nod eagerly, and Amy throws her arms out to either side. “Oh, that one earns you dorks a group hug. I’m going to cry.” They all chuckle and gather around her as Mark stands back rolling his eyes.

“They always one-up me,” Mark says once he gets Amy alone for a bit. “I was going to ask if you wanted to go see a movie, but I’m afraid that after getting a house named after you, you won’t care to hang out with humble ole’ Markiplier anymore.” Amy punches his shoulder playfully, and Mark laughs, pulling her into a hug. “I love you, Miss Peebles.”

“I know,” she says with a smirk.

“Don’t you dare Han Solo me,” Mark teases with a peck to her jaw. “I’m Han Solo in this relationship.”

Amy snorts and pokes him in the side. “Oh, you think so?” She leans against him with a contented sigh. “That’s fine with me. Princess Leia is the bomb.” Amy takes a deep breath, enjoying the scent of Mark and the warmth of his arms around her. “Can we just pause life right here? Let this moment be forever?”

Mark rubs a hand up and down her back in hopes of soothing her. “We survived getting kidnapped, Dark going on a rampage, Wilford going on a rampage, Host dabbling with the dark side, and Yandere setting fire to everything. How much worse could it get?”

“Did you honestly just ask that? You are definitely tempting fate,” Amy laughs, only half kidding. “I love you, too, so much.”

Mark leans down. “Come again? I didn’t hear that.”

Amy rolls her eyes and is about to repeat herself when something comes over her… or rather, someone. Amy blinks, her vision going completely black for a moment before someone else takes control of her body. This isn’t the same as being compelled by Dark’s aura or Host’s gentle narrations. It’s like being held under water and forced to breathe.

Someone answers Mark with Amy’s voice. “I said that I love you, Markimoo.”

The End

(Could I have ended the series here? Yes. Do I really need to introduce a new character? No. Am I going to write another sequel anyway? I think the answer is very clear…)

Intern!Hansol

Originally posted by sneezes

  • 1/3 of the intern bunch
  • intern Hansol is very odd, often in his own world, often caught in an odd situation
  • got his skateboard confiscated by Jihoon during the first week he was interning but it’s okay cause he’s got heeles
  • really doesn’t know what he wants to do or specialize in, he’s hoping the whole rounds and getting a taste in every department helps his decision
  • “idk why can’t I just be an everything doctor”
  • “Hansol no”
  • published a paper regarding pediatrics with Seungcheol because he won a rap battle
  • often hanging out with intern Seungkwan
  • says he got his way through med school by making raps of the body systems
  • rapped the anatomy of the body at the hospital talent show and did a Mic drop at the end
  • Much to Jihoon’s dismay, Hansol is actually a really good surgeon and is secretly vouching for him to choose surgery
  • got lost during the first week and somehow ended up in the morgue
  • is really really into his pager like he thinks it’s the coolest thing in the world
  • “HANSOL WHAT THE HELL IS A CODE GREEN AND WHY DO YOU KEEP PAGING ME IT”
  • “it means I’m hungry, let’s eat”
  • makes up a lot of different codes (but obviously stays away from code red or blue cause that’s a no no)
  • chills with patients in their rooms when he has night shifts
  • found with his hand up a coffee vending machine because he was not going to put another dollar in
  • everyone leaves him there for the day
  • “wAIT SEUNGKWAN HELP ME.”
  • as air headed he may seem, he’s really knowledgeable
  • always knows the toughest of diagnosis because he knows random information
  • gets really shy with new patients which makes it seem like he doesn’t know what he’s doing but he’s just nervous around new people
  • he was the first one out of all the interns to finish stitching 10 oranges and is the first to step into an operating room
  • will switch Jihoon’s soft music to rap music and Jihoon can’t do anything because his hand is touching a human brain and
  • “GODDAMMIT HANSOL SHUT IT OFF”
  • one day he got to substitute in for the person who speaks on the overhead speaker
  • made up nicknames for everyone
  • “Doctor S.Coups you’re needed in the pediatric unit”
  • “Doctor Woozi please head over to operating room 2”
  • “if someone finds a skateboard lying around somewhere I think I misplaced it, actually it might be in operating room 5”
  • beatboxes into the mic before getting kicked out by Jeonghan
  • once made the nurse station made so they all stuck him with bedpan changes for a week
  • you work at the newly opened cafe in the hospital
  • you see Hansol and Seungkwan a lot because they’re always hanging around when they’re on break
  • you became friends with Hansol during the time he had his hand up the vending machine
  • the vending machine was next to the cafe (really bad placement like who puts a coffee vending machine next to a cafe)
  • you were working the cash register and you just keep staring at the boy who’s hand is lodged up the mouth of the machine
  • “why is your hand up a vending machine”
  • “I PUT A DOLLAR INTO THIS. I AM NOT PUTTING ANOTHER ONE IN”
  • “do you need help”
  • “nah I got a friend coming”
  • that friend was Seungkwan who was a scaredy cat to leave rounds especially since Jihoon was doing rounds
  • After a while you and Hansol strike up a conversation when customers aren’t holding up the line
  • “ARE YOU SERIOUS! YOU MEAN IF I JUST SHOW MY WORK BADGE I GET 30% OFF MY COFFEE”
  • You snort and laugh really loudly because his reaction was really cute and naive and now the tips of Hansol’s ears turn red because damn your laugh is hella cute
  • another hour passes with light conversation and you say it’s nearing the end of your shift and although you can’t hear it Hansol is whining a small no
  • Seungkwan finally comes back with a janitor who helps gets his hand out of the machine
  • Hansol jumps to his feet and hurries to the cash register where you are and his cheeks tint a lil red ‘omg cuter up close”
  • Seungkwan is squinting his eyes with a lot of suspicion because why are these two silent and why are they red faced HANSOL HAS A CRUSH
  • SEUNGKWAN TELLS EVERYONE
  • hansol has a crush on the girl who works at the coffee shop”
  • “hansol has a crush”
  • “hansol likes the girl—”
  • you get what I mean
  • Hansol starts to spend wayy too much time at the cafe like so much that you’re able to quote the paper he’s writing on the effects of the absence of the corpus collosum
  • this goes on for weeks and Seungkwan is getting really bored of the whole back and forth not wanting to confess because “it’ll ruin the friendship”
  • 22 hours with no sleep he’s watching Hansol stare at you
  • “OH MY GOD JUST ASK HER OUT ALREADY! Y/N THIS IDIOT HANSOL LIKES YOU PLEASE GO OUT ON A DATE WITH HIM SO HE CAN STOP STARING AT YOU”
  • the cafe becomes really quiet. you and hansol are just deep red in embarrassment while Seungkwan passes out on the table
  • but thanks to sleep deprived Seungkwan, 5 coffee dates later
  • “y/n and I are dating”
  • sassy seungkwan “took you long enough”
  • seungkwan claims he doesn’t remember that day but whatever Hansol has a girlfriend now
  • actually learned the cafe menu by rapping it and teaches you the rap
  • also teaches you to skateboard in the hospital and you bribe Jihoon with free coffee so Hansol doesn’t get in trouble
  • at the end of your shifts, Hansol is usually still working so you bring him coffee with a  side of kiss on the cheek and Seungkwan barfs on the side
  • snuck back to the overhead speaker mic and rapped a cheesy verse about you which made you smile the whole day
  • you actually write little notes on the coffee cups and it brightens his whole day
  • on the rare times that his shifts ends before yours, he just sits and waits in the cafe and you two always leave with hands held together and third wheel seungkwan watching from behind
  • he still hasn’t chosen a specific field to study more on but he’s more than certain that he always wants you by his side with whatever he chooses
  • intern Hansol again is still uncertain about his career choices but he’s always certain that the smile on your face, the warm coffee cup in his hand, and the press of your lips against his cheek is something that he wants for futures to come

[This fic was requested by the ever so lovely @legolasothranduilion and I think it may be the longest fic I’ve posted on here. I guess I got carried away, or made a mess of things, we’ll see. Fair warning, there are quite a few time skips so I apologize if anything is confusing]

                       I bolted upright in bed, my skin was drenched in sweat and a violent sob tore from my throat. I looked around the room but it had been just a dream, my mom was really dead but she wasn’t here with me.
           "Hey, don’t do that,“
           Barry was suddenly there, pulling me into his arms I held him to me for a couple of minutes before pulling away.
           "I’m sorry; I just had a dream about flashpoint. I just… it was such a big mistake, we shouldn’t have gone back but Barry it was simultaneously the best and worst mistake we could have made,” I croaked, and he squeezed my hand.
           "I know, I miss them too,“ he whispered.
           "We made such a mess of things, didn’t we? Cisco will barely talk to me, everything is different, Julian,” I felt a flutter in my stomach but chose to ignore it, “Julian hates us both, how do we even do this?”
           Barry smiled gently, “Together, just like we always have,”
           I smiled back at him, “How did you know I needed you?” I asked.
           He laughed lightly, “Twin telepathy,” he looked away and rubbed the back of his neck before growing more serious.
           "I had the same dream, I woke up wanting to see you and it’s a good thing I did,“
           "We’ll have to be at work in a few hours, do you want to watch Netflix with me until then?”
           "Sure,“ he said softly.

***

           "I brought coffee and donuts,” I set the box and tray down on my desk.
           "I’ll pass,“ Julian said sourly but I set the coffee on his desk anyway with a donut on top of a napkin beside it.
           "Where’s that intolerable brother of yours anyway?”
           No matter how fast Barry could run he was always late to work but he was too good at what he did to be fired for it, damn him.
           "He was asked to run an errand for Jo-“
           Julian gave me a pointed look over his microscope.
           "Detective West,” I corrected myself, before moving behind my desk and opening one of my files.
           When I had arrived to this timeline with Barry and we had met Julian it became startlingly clear that he didn’t like us, in fact, he loathed us. And yet part of me had felt something for him and that feeling had only begun to grow in spite of Julian’s cruel and sarcastic disposition. I remember defending Julian to Barry when we went out with Joe and Iris one day and all Barry could say was,
           "Of all the guys you could have picked from you choose the one that hates you?“
           When he said it like that it didn’t sound great at all, but I liked to think there was more to Julian than we knew about. If he was this passionate about people he hated I couldn’t help but wonder how passionate he would be about the people he loved.
           "If you’re going to stare at me instead of doing you work I don’t know why you bothered to come at all. At least your brother doesn’t show, whereas you sit at your desk with a ridiculous look on your face creating an illusion of productivity,” he grumbled, moving from his telescope to type something on his laptop.
           I narrowed my eyes at him, “I really think you need that coffee,”
           Julian snorted.
           "And you can criticize my work ethic and productivity all you want, but at the end of the day, I’ve opened and closed more cases than you have,“
           He looked up at me with a cold look on his face and I took a long drink of my coffee without breaking his gaze.
           "But that’s none of my business,”
           "Allen, Albert, we have a situation,“ the chief said as he entered the room.
           Julian and I looked at each other briefly before we both rose.

***Julian’s P.O.V***

           If there was one saving grace for Y/N Allen it was that she took her job seriously, unlike her brother. Sure, there were some days where she would drop off the face of the planet but at least she didn’t expect any special treatment for her absence. She accepted any consequence or task silently, she made up for the days she missed unlike her brother.
           For a second I spared her a glance, she was a few feet away talking to the chief and some of the witnesses. Though she was better at the hands on work she always seemed to step aside whenever her brother miraculously arrived. She had her hair up today as usual, she wore a dress in a rich purple with a simple cardigan but that particular shade of purple made her blue eyes even more startling.
           I looked away from her rolling my eyes at myself on the inside. I hated her less than her brother, but I still hated her. I didn’t trust them. I couldn’t.

***Y/N’s P.O.V***

           I returned to Barry’s side just as he invited Julian to the movie in the park.
           "It should be fun, we’d be happy to have you,” I chimed in with a welcoming, if slightly anticipatory smile.
           "That’s a very enticing offer, Allen’s, but I’m actually seeing my girlfriend tonight, so,“
           "Oh,” Barry and I both breathed out in unison, only Barry kept talking.
           I didn’t know he was seeing anybody. Now I just felt like an idiot, I mean I was probably an idiot before but now I felt like a bigger idiot and Barry could tell. I left them then, I felt stupid just being there and I began to bag up the body. I was grateful that when Barry came to help he didn’t say anything.

***The Next Day***

I clutched the wound on my stomach, rolling onto my side I watched as Savitar froze and vanished. Barry collapsed and relief washed over me. He was okay, we were okay, but what the hell just happened?
           "Y/N, are you okay?“ Caitlin asked, coming to my side.
           "I was just thrown around like a ragdoll and impaled by a metal giant, but other than that I am just Peachy,” I grunted.

***

           Once Caitlin had me stitched up and on the mend I didn’t stay there for long or go home for that matter, instead I went to work. Julian was there and he looked at me with distaste as usual before returning to his task.
           "Where’s your brother?“
           "There’s a family issue-”
           "And you’re not family?“ Julian said sarcastically.
           I flinched.
           "I umm, I figured I’d be more useful here,”
           "Unlikely, but that’s none of my business,“ he mocked me.
           I wasn’t in the mood to be mocked or insulted by him so I walked over to my desk and sat down quietly.
           "Did you have a nice time last night?”
           I decided to omit saying with his girlfriend.
           "Does it matter?“
           Deciding complete silence was my only option I began to work on a report. After everything that has happened, even now when he is being such an asshole, why do I feel a bit better here? Why do I find the banter (which I usually partake in) so comforting? Why is it that I can’t find any comfort amongst my brother and his friends yet I feel better just sitting across from Julian.
           "I don’t remember much of last night to be honest,”
            I perked up, “Oh, so you must have had a good time,” I laughed lightly, while continuing to type.
           "Yes, I suppose I must’ve,“ but he had taken that sarcastic tone again.
           "Did something happen with your girlfriend?” I’d regret asking that later but this was the most progress we had made conversationally.

***Julian’s P.O.V***

           "My what?“ I demanded.
           Her eyes widened a fraction, "Your girlf- I’m sorry you told Barry yesterday that you- I must have heard wrong I’m so sorry-”
           Her embarrassment was amusing, cute, and frustrating all at once.
           "That was an excuse,“ I said curtly.
           She turned to her work again looking rather cross with me, "And you say it’s Barry and I that can’t be trusted,”
           I glared at her, “I beg your pardon?”
           "You could have been honest with us, Barry was just being polite,“
           "He was just playing his part in the Barry Allen Show,”
           She rarely ever got really angry and when she did colour would rise to her cheeks and she would clench her fists like she was doing now. I liked being cruel to Barry because he deserved it, I was cruel to her because she had so much potential but she was wasting it. She was beautiful, intelligent, talented, and kind but she was throwing all of her virtues away.
           "You can think whatever you want about my brother and I, but from now on I’d appreciate it if you would keep your opinions to yourself,“
           Her tone surprised me but I moved forward in my seat anyway.
           "May I ask you a question?”
           She looked mildly surprised but cautious, “What?”
           "Why are you here?“
           Confusion knitted her brows together "I um, I work here? This is our offi-”
           "But you’re not really needed here now, are you?“
           "I’ll just ignore that because you’re obviously just being a dick right no-”
           "You’re good at your job, there is no doubt about it but I’m here and so is your brother. When he is around you fade into the background and cease to be of any use or value, so why are you here? I don’t need your brother here even though he is absent enough as it is so why would I need his shadow?“
           I had only meant to confront her, to understand why she was always handing the wheel to her brother. I wanted to know when she had accepted becoming second best to Barry. However, I did not mean for my words to cut her so deeply as to tear open a wound that had apparently already been there. She got to her feet.
           "I’m not my brother, I’m my own person-”
           "You could have fooled me-“
           "Y/N, what’s going on?” Joe had entered the room but we were only focused on each other.
           "You don’t know anything, all you do is make assumptions and sit at your desk acting like you are better than anyone who walks through that door but you’re not. You’re bitter, you’re alone, and you’re an asshole-“
           "But at least I am an individual, at least this is who I choose to be. When did you choose to be your brother? No one needs another Barry Allen, Y/N, so I’ll ask you one more time. Why. Are. You. Here?”
           She raised a hand to silence Detective West before he could speak and she cleared her throat.
           "I’m not here, I won’t be here, not anymore,“
           "What are you prattling on about?”
           "I’m saying I quit,“
           That hadn’t been what I wanted at all and I rose quickly when she began to walk to the door but I was frozen, I didn’t know what to say or what I could say. She turned back to face me as she stood in the doorway, looking as though she wanted to say more but instead she said thickly,
           "I wish you the best of luck in the future, Mr. Albert,” and with that she was gone.
           I slowly sunk back down into my seat, running a hand down my face. What did I just do?
           "Why the hell would you do something like that?“ Detective West demanded.
           "I didn’t think she’d quit-”
           "I don’t think you thought at all before saying what you just did, and as unprofessional as all of this is I think after what just happened it doesn’t really matter,“
           "Detective West-”
           "No, I’m talking now. You don’t know her, you may have worked with her for a year now but you don’t know a damn thing about Y/N. She didn’t deserve that,“
           "I know she didn’t,”
           "Then what the hell were you thinking?“
           "I wasn’t thinking… exactly. But can you honestly tell me what I said wasn’t true?” I demanded.
           "You don’t think she knows? You don’t think she is aware that even though she is Barry’s twin she is always being compared to him? She has had a hard life, her parents died, and god rest their souls, they clearly favoured Barry. And even though I love her like a daughter there was a disconnect between us that wasn’t there with Barry and I knew she could feel it. She never felt like she was good enough and she would push herself too hard. When she was eighteen she disappeared without a trace, no one could find her, we thought she was dead. Three years later she got in contact with Barry; she started sending us postcards and then he managed to talk her into coming back,“ Joe was silent for a few seconds.
           I couldn’t meet his eyes, I felt like I didn’t deserve to have been told any of that, I was too cruel to her. I had always been cruel to her, more so than Barry, because A. I didn’t trust her and B. I thought she needed a firm hand to realize she was settling for mediocrity. Though my intentions weren’t entirely good that part was, I don’t know her, but I know what she is capable of and she wasn’t utilising it at her brother’s hip.
           "She never told us what she got up to when she was gone, but I don’t think all of it was good. I know you never liked her or Barry, but bottom line is you don’t know them, and to tell you the truth, you’re missing out on two amazing people,”
           And with that he was gone. I stared down at the file on my desk before glancing over at hers; and with a violent yell I knocked everything off of my desk. I have to apologize to her, make things right, she has to know I give a damn.

***
           Both The Flash and his female companion Sonic appeared between me and the meta Caitlin Snow. What I didn’t seem to understand was why one of them didn’t just grab her from behind but I felt it best to keep my opinions to myself.
           "She’s willing to hurt someone! Knock her out!“
           Sonic turned to me and in an instant I was plunged into darkness.

***Y/N’s P.O.V***

           I hadn’t meant to hit him so hard, even if he did have that one coming. I resisted the urge to kneel down and check on him because we had bigger problems.
           "Like you both helped your mother?”
           I rose, turning slowly, “Caitlin…” Barry and I said in unison.
           "You both keep messing with everyone’s lives, wrecking everything, and we’re left behind to pick up the pieces from your mistakes! Some things you break you can’t put back together!“
           "I can fix this,” Barry said thickly.
           "We messed up, we know that, but we’re trying to make it right. Please let us try to make this right,“ I whispered.
           "Like you made it right with Cisco? Oh wait, you didn’t. You can’t fix his family now can you? You didn’t tell Cisco you guys screwed him worst of all did you?”
           I held Barry’s hand as Caitlin turned to the camera, “You hear that Cisco? Dante was alive, healthy and happy until Barry and Y/N created flashpoint! When they reset things, that’s what killed him. They are the reason your brother is dead,”
           "Albert’s down, shoot her!“
           Barry grabbed Caitlin and we ran out of the way of the gunfire.
           "What’s our play-”
           Barry’s pain filled scream caused me to jerk around, my hands burned as I made a move to use my flames against her but she froze my torso and I couldn’t move.
           "Don’t follow me!“
           Barry and I looked between each other as she ran off and I wished with everything in me we could take back Flashpoint. I would give anything to erase what we did, even if in that timeline my parents loved me too.

*** (After Cisco confronts Barry and Y/N over the death of his brother)

           I found Cisco gearing up, when he looked at me I couldn’t help but feel like I had lost him forever. I was closer to Cisco than I was to Caitlin, I loved Caitlin and I would do anything to help her but… Cisco always knew what to say. He was my best friend and I hated that I had hurt him so badly.
           "I know you probably don’t want to listen to anything I have to say right now… I also know we don’t have long because we have to look for Caitlin… but I need you to let me attempt to explain-”
           "What’s there to explain? My brother is dead because of you and Barry, end of story.“
           "No,” I said firmly, “Not end of story,”
           He made a move to leave but I stepped in front of him, “Let me just say what I have to say and if you choose to hate me I will accept that,”
           His eyes narrowed, “Five minutes, that’s it,”
           I nodded, clearing my throat.
           "You know how you asked us to bring Dante back? You begged us, you pleaded-“
           "But you wouldn’t even though you both did it for yoursel-”
           "We did it before Dante died. We wouldn’t do it because we realized what a mistake we had made,“
           "You think that fixes things?”
           "No,“ I whispered, "No, I know nothing will ever be the same again… but you begged us to bring back Dante. You can understand that grief, that desperation… so when our dad died-”
           "You didn’t even like your dad-“
           "But he was still my dad… I was still hurting… and I couldn’t let Barry do it alone. Flashpoint was great while it lasted, but we realized how badly we screwed up. We thought we paid the consequence when we had to watch our mom die again, but it turns out we have so much more to pay for. We never meant to hurt you, we never meant to hurt anyone, we just wanted the ones we loved back too. We just didn’t realize we’d lose more people we loved in the process,” I swallowed hard.
           "I know none of this matters to you, it doesn’t bring Dante back… I just wanted you to know that we are so sorry, I’m sorry, and I hope one day I can make it right,“
           I left the room then, raising my chin and composing myself for the coming mission.

***(A few days later) Julian’s P.O.V***

           Allen had come to me to ask about the Philosophers Stone, his clear inability to tell right from wrong in regards to his friend Caitlin had served only to make me hate him more. However, I couldn’t help but risk losing a bit of my pride in asking about Y/N. I wanted to see her again, to apologize… and to perhaps tell her… I just needed to see her. There was a moment where I came close but Ms. West seemed all too eager to get in my way.
           Barry seemed less than inclined to extend any apology, but he did tell me she was doing well. She had found herself a new occupation none the less as an [insert dream occupation here]. Even though she was probably aligned with her brother in regards to this Caitlin business I hoped she was happy. I hoped one day our paths would cross again.
           ***Y/N’s P.O.V***

           Just when I think I am done with Julian Albert he is thrown back into my life. I was no longer angry at him though, I was concerned, I was concerned because Julian was Alchemy.
Only I knew in my gut that he was only a pawn, I knew it even before Joe or Barry confirmed my suspicions but Barry and I ran down to Julian’s cell regardless.
           "Have you been blacking out? Hours passing, waking up somewhere different and not being sure how you got there?”
           Julian shook his head, “No,”
           He was lying; I could tell… he was afraid.
           "No?“ I prodded.
           "No. I’ve had enough of these baseless accusations and these ridiculous theories of yours,”
           "We’re trying to help you, but you need to trust us,“ Barry said firmly.
           "Says the pair in masks,”
           Barry looked at me and we both nodded. He removed his mask first and stepped into the light. A look of pure satisfaction crossed over Julian’s face.
           "I should have known, I should have guessed it! The unexplained absences, your passion for meta’s, your general thumbing your nose at authority. I’m sure you had a good laugh behind my back. But if you’re The Flash that mean she’s-“
           I stepped forward and removed my mask, "Barry’s shadow, hello Julian,”
           He looked away from me quickly and back to Barry.
           "I seriously wish I could have told you before,“ Barry whispered.
           "So why tell me now?”
           "Because we need you to trust us, you are Alchemy. I just don’t think you’re aware of it,“ I said.

***(After everything with Savitar)***

           I didn’t go straight to Joe’s, instead I went home and had a nice long shower, got dressed, and went down to the CCPD to grab the rest of my things. For some reason after everything that happened today it seemed like a good thing to do. I was almost done when I heard someone clear their throat and I looked up to see Julian standing in the doorway.
           "I’ll be out of here in a minute,”
           "No, please, stay as long as you like,“ he whispered.
           He looked broken, scared, and dressed for a party he said he wasn’t going to attend. I couldn’t help but soften a little towards him.
           "You look like you could use a drink,”
           "Try several,“ he laughed half heartedly.
           I reached into my box and pulled out a small bottle of brandy, "Will this work?”
           He smiled softly, “That’s excellent, thank you,”
           He leaned against the desk beside me, our arms almost touching and I took a sip of brandy before handing the bottle over to him.
           "A while back, the fifteen year old boy with the hologram, I almost killed him. The monster we were chasing was just his hologram Flash- your brother, came to save the day. And he saved me from doing something,“ he choked off and I rested a hand on his forearm.
           "You don’t have to say-”
           "Please,“ he whispered, his blue eyes meeting mine.
           "I owe you an apology and this is how it starts,”
           Squeezing his arm I took the bottle from him and took a drink before nodding to urge him to continue.
           "What’s sad was the kid was just acting because he was scared, you know? He wanted everyone to be terrified of him and to run away from the monster so he could feel powerful. I know what that’s like,“
           "So do I, but I’d like to know what you mean by that,”
           "I come from a pretty wealthy family, back in England. It’s a long line of generations of old money, tradition, nonsense really. And I was the heir, I was their firstborn son, I was supposed to inherit the lot. But I was the odd duck who would rather go in the garden and collect samples of insects. Rather than learn how to tie a Windsor knot or which fork to use first at dinner. I wanted more, you know?“
           "You made the right choice,” I whispered.
           My heart squeezed as he told me all of this. To have been so deprived of any information about him only to receive it in kind was different to say the least. I saw myself in him, only he ran away to better himself when I just… ran away.
           "I came here to do the one thing they couldn’t stop me from doing, becoming a scientist. Becoming a great scientist, and then just as I got to the top of my field the world changes over night. Meta-humans. I don’t know a single thing about meta-humans. I don’t know how they talk, how they walk, I certainly don’t know the first thing about stopping them, so,“ he took the bottle and took a long drink of brandy
           "I’m rendered useless, I suppose that’s the monster I’m running from now, just feeling powerless,”
           "Even the powerful feel powerless, Julian. Take it from someone who knows,“
           "I know. What my sad story is trying to convey is that I know what it’s like to be held up to standards and expectations that you feel you can never meet. I understand what it’s like to feel out of place, I’m truly sorry for the way I handled things. I just projected my own anger for myself onto you in a way. We are both running and I want us both to stop being so afraid, you know?”
           He looked at me when I didn’t reply and I took in his features for a moment. His face which once seemed so harsh and cold to me had grown softer and more open. I hesitantly reached out and took his hand. For a moment he looked startled before he interlaced his fingers with mine.
           "If anything I should be thanking you, you were right. I was living my life thinking that I would never measure up to Barry,“
           I let my hand drop, "But I never will measure up to him because I’m not Barry. I’m just me… it was about time I started living a life I chose for myself,”
           Clearing my throat I straightened, feeling warm from the brandy.
           "Apology accepted, and thank you,“
           "Does this mean you’ll come back to the CCPD?”
           I smiled, “You said it yourself, you guys don’t need me. I love it here, but [insert dream occupation here] is my true calling. Merry Christmas, Julian,”
           Julian rose as well so we stood a mere inches apart and I felt his hand trail down my arm.
           "There’s something else,“
           "Yeah, and what’s that?” I asked breathlessly.
           "You look beautiful tonight, you have always looked so damned beautiful I could scarcely stand it sometimes,“
           "Is that all?”
           "Not even close,“ He brushed a lock of hair from my face and I felt like my heart was going to burst from my chest.
           "I have loved you, I think from the very first moment I met you with your frustrating kindness, your intolerable generosity, and your infuriating abundance of optimism. You challenge me, you make me laugh, and I find that for some reason even when I thought I hated you when I was around you, you felt like-”
           "Home?“
           His nose brushed against mine, I felt his breath on my lips as he said "Exactly,” before they pressed against mine. His lips were soft, warm, and inviting. We kissed for a long time, each second making the kiss grow in intensity before I finally pulled away.
           "How would you like to attend a Christmas party with me?“
           "It would be a privilege,”

In the Middle of the Night

A/N: Here is my entry into @ilikepipecleanerswitheyes Taz’s crack fic challenge. Mine was, teaching Henry about profanity. Henry actually already knows quite a bit and asks his Uncle Spencer to fill in the rest. XD @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn

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What the hell were you supposed to do when a four-year-old boy, who wasn’t your own child, asked you what the word fuck meant? 

If you were Spencer Reid, the answer was ‘not a goddamn clue.’

He was babysitting Henry. Henry said he heard mommy say a word and he didn’t know what it meant. “Why didn’t you ask mommy?” Spencer asked his nephew, attempting to buy time. He couldn’t tell his innocent little blonde-haired, blue-eyed nephew that fuck meant to have sex with; he was 4 for fucks sake. Oh god, how did parents do this? Improvise dammit, Improvise. 

“Mommy sounded angry when she said it. She also said it once when she was with daddy. It was the middle of the night. And you know everything so I wanna ask you,” he said innocently, climbing into his Uncle’s lap and sitting down. He was staring up intently and waiting for an answer. Oh god…fuck! He also made a mental note to tell JJ that her son had heard her having sex.

Spencer ran through every possibility in his mind. Everything in him wanted to tell the absolute truth, because what else was he supposed to do when asked a question. But Henry was 4, and not his own son. “Well, it’s a bad word,” Spencer started. He’d always known what to say. He always had an answer for a question. Never in his life had he made something up on the fly. It was a weird feeling and he didn’t like it. “Sometimes people say it when they are angry or frustrated and need to let out that feeling. They use curse words. That’s what that word is.”

When he finished and Henry looked away, seemingly contemplating this new factoid, Reid felt a calmness wash over him. He’d probably said the right thing. I’ll have to ask JJ. “What are the other words people say when they’re frustrated?” Henry asked. “Shit?”

Oh no. He knows the word. What do I do? “That is one,” Spencer said calmly, but we don’t say bad words. You’re too little for that.”

“But what if I’m fwustwated Uncle Spencer?” he asked. Here they were talking about cursing and Henry was saying  “fwustwated.” God, I am fucked. “Like sometimes when I drop something, I get fwustwated, so can I say the bad words then?”

“No, little man,” Spencer replied calmly. JJ is never going to ask me to babysit again. “You’re too little.” Just as he was about to ask another question, Spencer started spouting to the first random facts that came into his mind. “Actually, the “f” word wasn’t used until the 1500’s according to the Oxford English Dictionary.” Oh crap. The words had left his head. He was screwed. The train was rolling away from the station and there was no way to stop it. “The word wasn’t used in English much in olden times, it was used by countries in Europe like Norway, where they said fukka and Sweden, where they said focka. Oh fuck,” he said out loud. 

Then he realized he’d said it and said it again. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Fucking hell!” Slap your hand over your mouth you fucking idiot! Henry was giggling as he did; Spencer was in so much trouble.

“The “s” word means poopy doesn’t it?” Henry asked with a smile on his face.

Spencer blurted out yes before he could stop himself. “That word has a rich history behind it having been used to Germanic and Scandinavian languages. It originally meant the diarrhea in cattle.” Why am I saying this?!

“I like words,” Henry said. “They’re cool. And bad words are funny. Why does it matter if I’m little?” I am actually fucked. There’s no way I can talk my way out of this one. “Is ass a bad word too? Mommy said it once when she was pointing to her butt.”

Spencer heaved a sigh. He was just going to be in trouble. “Yes, Henry, that’s a bad word too. It’s actually another name for a donkey. An ass. There are also a couple of four letter “c” words that are not good to use. Hell isn’t a good word either. A lot of people say go to hell, but that’s not nice to say. Then there is also the word bitch, but that’s the name for a female dog. Just don’t call people names okay Henry? Don’t use these words against people because it’s not nice and can make people sad. You don’t want to make people sad right?”

“I won’t,” Henry said. “What are some cool bad words?” 

This was his opening – a way to deter the conversation to a place that Henry wouldn’t understand.  “Actually I think the coolest curse words are actually words, they’re insults used by Shakespeare in a lot of his plays. For example, in The Two Noble Kinsmen, he said, “I shall live to knock thy brains out,” which basically just means that you really want to hit someone. You want to hit them so badly that you’d stay alive just to keep doing it.”

“That’s funny!” Henry said, cuddling himself into Spencer’s lap. “Tell me another Shakespeare insult.” He knew he should stop this conversation, but whenever Henry cuddled into him like that, he couldn’t help himself. He loved this kid more than he ever thought he could love anyone.

“Well, I like the ones that sound funny, like, ‘thou errant hell-hated clotpole, or you are a fishmonger.’ Those sound so funny to us, because we don’t talk like that anymore. Now we use things like the “f” word but we use it as a noun, and an adjective that has an –ing on the end, and a verb. It’s a very versatile word.” Ok, I really need to stop.

After telling Henry yet again that little boys and girls weren’t allowed to say bad words, he put him down and Henry ran back to his room. When JJ and Will came home an hour or so later, he said goodbye to his beloved nephew and told JJ he’d see her at work in a couple of days.

Flash forward to two days later. Spencer was near the coffee machine and JJ was stomping over to him, a fire in her eyes that made him feel like he was the child and he was about to get reprimanded. Oh no, Henry told her. I am so fucked. “Spence, do you mind telling me why my son thinks cursing is funny? He called me a clotpole this morning. What does that even mean?”

“It means idiot, but I did not tell him to call you that,” Spencer said. He was about to continue his explanation when JJ cut him off.

“Why were you talking with my 4 year old about cursing?”

“He asked me first!” Spencer exclaimed, as he nearly spilled coffee on himself. “He asked me about curse words. He knows them himself. I didn’t tell him any of the modern curse words; he knows them himself. I was trying to get him off topic so I started talking about Shakespeare insults because I didn’t know what else to do!” After a few seconds, during which time JJ was tapping her foot against the ground and trying to figure out if she was going to yell at him further. “Plus, no one is going to know what clotpole is.”

“That would be better,” she said. “This morning, while he was looking for his backpack for school, he screamed out ‘where’s my fucking backpack?’”

Spencer couldn’t help but laugh causing the coffee to get stuck in and burn his throat. “You have to admit,” he said. “He used the word correctly. That’s pretty fucking impressive.”

Spencer dodged out of the way as JJ brought her hand down to smack him. “Spencer Walter Reid, I will fucking kill you.”

“He didn’t learn that word from me, just so you know,” Spencer laughed, pulling out his last card that might get him out of this. Blame JJ. “He told me you said it once when you were angry and he also heard you say when you were with “daddy” and “in the middle of the night,” so I think we both know what he heard.”

JJ slapped her hands to her mouth, her eyes wide with horror. “Oh, fuck!”

Spencer snorted and the coffee came out of his nose. “Yea, that’s probably what he heard.”

You Can Wonder [Who I Really Am]

Anonymous said:Director Sanvers prompt: maggie and Lucy find proof of Alex’s punk/goth/emo phase and tease her but are actually a little turned on when they find out she fronted a band and shows them a live concert video of their performances ???


So, posting this ask as a text so that the “read more” works properly, because this is a total beast of a fic. I dragged @onefootone​ into this one just to see what would happen. One night of brainstorming, one night of words. 6600 words. Hope it meets your expectations anon.

ps, cross-posted on Ao3 here and the mentioned based design is the green one from this post by @people-are-just-bad-code​ because damn that is a pretty piece.


“Shhhh, look,” Lucy points with her pen, “here we see the elusive Danvers, cautiously making it’s way through the grazing grounds, such a rare sight here in these parts.”

“Not much is known of the Danvers,” Maggie continues, “just that they share communal living spaces and, in theory, have a den nearby. Rarely are they seen in the wild, preferring the safety of heavily wooded areas devoid of social creatures.”

“Rarer still has the Danvers been seen in mating plumage-”

Maggie snorts and Alex, eyes flashing, throws an orange. “The Danvers can hear you, you dicks.”

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drabble challenge | #01

prompt: chanyeol, smut | #1 coffee + #9 trouble

words: 938


The sound of the alarm mixed with her mumbled request for just five more minutes of sleep, but then an idea crawled into her mind like the morning fog. She rolled onto her back and rubbed her eyes so she could peek at the clock by her bedside. Four in the morning, why had she set an alarm for four in the morning? She sat upright with a groan of effort and scratched her head, eyes unfocused and nose scrunched.

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the sequel to this ficlet i posted yesterday literally none one asked for. (I blame @sapphicsugden for mentioning wanting to see robert react to the voicemail. oops.)

home is wherever i’m with you 

robert gets a voicemail from aaron that has him running to leeds train station to reassure his husband of his love. 

1,669 words.

Robert got out of the shower, towelling his hair dry as he turned to look at himself in the mirror, sighing at dark circles that had found a permanent home there. If he’d ever assumed marriage would make his life, their lives easier, he’d been entirely wrong - even after therapy, even after marriage counselling, regardless of how hard they’d worked on their relationship, they could seem to shake the petty arguments and sniping that always seemed to put a strain on their relationship.

He couldn’t even remember what they’d been fighting about, really, but Aaron had left for meetings in London two days previously, and they hadn’t even been on speaking terms.

Robert had only heard about Aaron’s trip from Liv, the blonde as perspective as ever and knowing Robert would only worry if he didn’t hear from Aaron, but was too stubborn to call (and vice versa, he could only assume, or hope, either or either.)

Going through his usual post shower routine, Robert fished about their messy ensuite for his moisturiser. He’d gone for a shower in the middle of the afternoon in the hopes of relaxing the stiff, sore muscles of his body, easing the tension he’d been carrying for days.

It hadn’t worked, really, but at least he looked less terrible than he had done a half an hour previously as he padded into their bedroom, rooting for some fresh clothes to wear. He really needed to put on a load of washing, the hamper in their room overflowing.

Robert dressed quickly, in a neat blue shirt and navy trousers, pausing to sit on Aaron’s side of the bed as he laced up his shoes. He might as well be productive while he waited for Aaron to come home that evening, he supposed, stuffing his damp towel into the hamper before he headed downstairs, navigating the spiral staircase.

Robert couldn’t help but laugh as he noticed Liv’s overflowing washing basket plonked down by the washing machine. At least it was a step up from leaving her clothes all over her bedroom floor, he supposed.

Separating the colours was a blissfully monotonous task as Robert set about making piles of darks, whites, and colours, Aaron’s clothes overwhelmingly in the darks pile.

Some things would never change.

Washing on, Robert headed for the kitchen, flicking the kettle on before he picked up his mobile, surprised to see a new voicemail from Aaron. Holding it to his ear, Robert leaned against the kitchen counter as he listened.

“I know the last few weeks have been hard, but I want you to know that I love you, and no one makes me happy the way you do. I’m sitting on the train home, and I just… All I want is to be with you, right now, and for the rest of my life. Yeah? So whatever else is going on, we’ll sort it, because I love you, Robert.”

Robert’s heart was racing as he listened to the voicemail, the emotion clear in Aaron’s voice as he spoke. Sometimes, even now, three years on from their wedding day, Robert had moments where he wondered if Aaron would stay, if Aaron would always think that he was worth the hassle, worth the stress.

Robert didn’t always think he was worth the hassle, but here his husband was, telling him that he loved him, that all he wanted was to be with him, that he loved him, and Robert’s heart could have burst out of his chest.

“I’ll be home, soon. Pick me up in Leeds, yeah? We can go for dinner or something, I want to spend some time with ya.”

Robert pressed the palm of his hand into his eye, taking a few seconds to breathe deeply before he did anything else.

Aaron always did floor him.

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anonymous asked:

I love how you portray Tobirama's character! He's a nerd but also?? No shame?? Who raised this boy? (Touka. Touka did). Family guy but also MERCILESS MAN. Will tear you apart PHYSICALLY AND VERBALLY. Short tempered but?? Has never raised his voice. The One Sane Man but also somehow equally matches and outmatches everyone else's insanity. Health freak but??? Forgets to eat?? For days?? His atomic composition is Spite and Salt but is also The Best with children. Thank you for this.

OMFG that is the best summary of Tobirama’s character ever at all. Thank you. I just snorted coffee up my nose and am now wheezing loudly enough to scare my cats.  💕