so it's not actually a drabble

i’d be a big fat liar if i said i was gonna post one of these everyday, but i’m gonna try and post something pretty regularly from this prompt list to get back into writing more :)

inspired by these brilliant fics by milominderbinder

beginning. accusation. restless. leaves. rainbow. flame. formal. under. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. soft. cans. order. thanks. pink. summer. transformation. tremble. tent. mad. thousand. paper. winter. luxury. letters. promise. simple. future.

thank you sophii for this headcanon <3

[AO3]


Percy hates thunderstorms.

He has since he was a baby. One of his first memories is climbing into his mom’s bed in the middle of the night while thunder shook the sky apart and lightning framed the curtains in his bedroom. He remembers the creak of his mom’s bedroom door, her sleep soft voice full of concern, the warmth of the covers as she wrapped him up next to her.

It’s almost twenty years later and he’s still left trembling at the first flash of lightning. He knows now, logically, the reason behind this. He has stood in front of a god who has threatened to blow him out of the sky, who has held the physical impossibility of a physical lightning bolt in his hand and wielded it towards Percy. He knows that not every thunderstorm is a threat to his life. He knows, he understands, he fucking gets it.

Still doesn’t make the trembling stop.

“Baby?”

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Out of the Blue (Dogboy Hybrid AU) 01

Rated: M

Warnings: Explicit vulgar hybrid smut, knotting, dirty talk. AND ALSO, the OC in this is very submissive and pliant because she’s in heat and it’s quite extreme, so if extreme submissiveness makes you uncomfortable, please don’t read!

Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else. 

Notes: yeah um this is literally just an excuse to write dogboy jungkook smut lets keep it real but this time there’s actually gonna be plot and a backstory omfg i know right and im laughing so hard at myself becuz in this dogboy AU dogboys apparently have knots but in my dogboy tae fics they dont like wtf im dumb but please have fun and read this but please know that this is the weirdest plot and its generally just weird as fuck but so is all my shit

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Other Dogboy AUs: Territory | Disturbed | Drabble 


The air was so thick with your scent, Jungkook thought he was going to choke on it.

His hands were balled into fists, ears laid back atop his head and his whole body was tensed from having to hold himself back. He wanted nothing more than to bend you over and mount you, to fill you up with his cock and his seed, but he knew that had to wait until the meeting was over.

He knew the state you were in was no better. It was no doubt hard for you to be in the presence of an aroused alpha male while the excruciating heat blazed through your body. He could smell the excessive juices you were leaking that were probably staining the armchair you sat in right this very moment. And the way your body would tremble every now and then, let him know how desperate you were for him to be inside of you.

This kind of situation was very common for Jungkook, however. So he was an expert at refraining himself from taking his clients right then and there, no matter how tempting they might be.

Being a prized male hybrid since there were very few males out there, masters would pay him to breed with their female hybrids, so they could have his valuable offsprings - it was almost guaranteed for there to be a male in the litter. There was no telling how many children he had, because after he bred with the girls, he’d never see nor hear from them again.

They gave him money, he gave them children. And that was that.

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  • chanyeol: This is my kyungsoo. He knows we can't afford new clothes, so he just doesn't grow.

//So back when I was re-watching Naruto, I noticed something during the Sound and Sand Invasion Arc.
Bear with my long post as I delve and ramble into detail ;)

Sasuke ran off to stop Gaara the moment the attack started, urged by Genma who declared he was already at Chunin level and to consider this the continuation of their fight. Genma holds off Baki who was supposed to capture Sasuke on Orochimaru’s behest. Without question Sasuke runs off ahead to do his part. Once Kakashi notices this, well aware of the danger that threatens his student, he has Sakura wake Naruto and Shikamaru from the genjutsu to pursue their comrade. He wants them to catch up and get Sasuke (and themselves) to a safe location before any harm can come their way. He also knew Gaara was no regular Genin (unaware that he was a Jinchuuriki at the time) and is worried for their safety. Sending Pakkun to help in tracking and avoiding the enemy, he declares it an A rank mission.

As we know, they catch up, Shikamaru separates to fend off a group of Sound ninja that ultimately was no match for him. Asuma’s timely arrival saved him.

Sasuke used too much chakra in pursuit, during his small/brief fight against Temari, and mostly in his battle against Gaara. He fought to the point of exhaustion, pushed himself near death by forcing a third chidori (which Kakashi warned him plain and simple that it could kill him) and ultimately succumbed to the overwhelming pain the curse mark manifested, causing him to become immobile. Gaara was going to kill him, but Naruto comes in time to strike him aside. While Sakura is immediately at Sasuke’s side, worry forming as she fears the worst.

Sakura defends him when Gaara bypassed Naruto, getting caught and rendered unconscious in the process. While she is stuck and Sasuke is incapable of moving, Naruto advances. However, he gets struck and sent flying back. Sasuke, despite the pain he’s enduring, lunges himself forward to soften the blow, something that wouldn’t have harmed Naruto all that badly had he hit the tree instead.

Afterwards, the two debate on the fight, wondering the best course of action to take. Sasuke overcomes the throbbing pain, managing to stand again. This is a very important character development scene for him. Although his whole life, revenge has been his fuel, his reason for existing, Sasuke willingly put the life of his comrades ahead of his own. Claiming that he’d sacrifice himself in order for Naruto and Sakura to get away, even if he only bought them a few minutes, he’d give that. He’s even out of breath as he explains, showcasing his growing fatigue.

It’s just as Orochimaru mentioned back during the preliminaries of the Chunin Exams. Being around his friends, mostly Naruto, changed Sasuke’s heart. For someone who should be preserving his own life, selfish in design in order to kill his brother, shouldn’t be so ready to die. But he takes no reproach upon himself for being weak here. He doesn’t even hesitate or pause to think of another solution. Deciding that if he died here, he was never meant to go further, tossing any chance of avenging his clan aside.

He lost his family, everything that was precious to him when he was merely seven years old. His heart and mind never fully healed, but being around Team Seven, living instead of simply surviving, caused them to become family. Just like in the Land of Waves, Sasuke stopped Haku from killing Naruto by getting in the way of a fatal attack. And later when he hears Itachi is back in the village, his instinct isn’t vengeance, it’s saving his friend.

Sasuke has taken loss after loss, structured his world on loneliness and sorrow, growing up in a devastation he learned to hon and tolerate. Yet, he’s grown. He managed to comprehend what truly mattered throughout his time with them. Although his protective instincts are usually buried in fear of losing more, he’s learned from those around him. Orochimaru’s offer of power is certainly desirable, but there was never a moment where Masashi depicted him contemplating the idea (despite the fact that he probably had at some point prior to the Sasuke Retrieval Arc).

His words stir Naruto into action, making him realize what it means to be strong. Sasuke sparked the notion of strength via protecting others into Naruto’s head, making him remember the power that lies in having people you care about. Due to Gaara’s ferocity, he nearly forgot, questioning it. He and Gaara were alike, so much that he began to fear the idea of what he could’ve become if he didn’t have Iruka and the others, that it somehow made Gaara stronger than him, unbeatable. Until this very instant, recalling all former mentions and selfless actions that were proved by Sasuke’s words, he knew he had nothing to be afraid of.

Naruto tells Sasuke that’s he’s done enough, that he should rest, while he decided to take over the fight. In obvious consequence to Naruto’s raging power and capabilities to take down Gaara, Sasuke is surprised to see just how much stronger his friend became. And as Naruto did the same during the exams, while Sasuke and Gaara fought, he belittled his own strength by comparing. It’s only natural that this occurs due to their rivalry and competitive nature. 

However, in Sasuke’s perception, it’s different. He considers himself only strong when he’s stronger than those around him, stifling his inferiority by his nurtured superiority complex. He gets criticized over this, but it’s what he’s done in order to make it this far. He has to claw his way out of the past, out of the vulnerability that was exposed when Itachi took his entire world away from him. Rebuilding a future around the destruction caged inside was all he considered himself capable of until those ideals were squandered by his upcoming defeat at Itachi’s hand.

Once the fight draws to a close, the sand binding Sakura to the tree disappears. Her interference in order to protect him caused her to get hurt. The guilt is betrayed on his face. He catches her, placed her down gently, telling Pakkun to keep an eye on her as he goes to check on Naruto’s condition.

After reaching Naruto, hearing that Gaara wishes to stop fighting and go home, the other passes out with a smile on his face. Initially, Naruto is still trying to move, but Sasuke warns him that it’s enough, and tells him Sakura is safe, allowing Naruto to feel relieved. Their teamwork might not have been on display during this fight, but their devotion to protecting one another outweighed any question to how deeply they care for each other. This is a prime example to how much Team Seven has developed since they first formed as a team. They’re imperfect, maybe even mismatched at times, but their imbalance stabilizes them, forming bonds.

Now I can get to the actual point of my post. This is where Masashi decided to close on their progress and we only see these three later on, well after the invasion forces are being drawn back, this arc coming to a close.

But at this time, after the Sand Siblings leave, they still need to get somewhere safe. While his teammates are both unconscious, Sasuke is the only one able to move despite his physical exhaustion taking a toll. He has to take the both of them to a place they can hide from enemies. Now as Pakkun and Shikamaru stated enemy shinobi are lurking around, travelling in strategic groups to ambush any ninja they come by in the forest, all Chunin level or higher.

Sasuke had to manage all on his own, carrying his friends, probably running into numerous fights along the way in order to protect them. The strain he must feel on his body is enormous since the curse mark siphons chakra and he depleted himself the moment he decided to use a third chidori. Forcing himself to stand is one thing, but being on the verge of collapse, pushing past his lack of strength, he gathers himself, his friends, and fights.

They were sent out to stop him, and in the end, Sasuke is the one that has to safeguard them on his own against all odds. If that doesn’t display Sasuke’s development and where his priority truly lies before he was enticed by the lure of power, then I don’t know what does. But even then, Sasuke proves himself many times over before leaving the village that he cares and is no longer the child he used to be, clinging only to self-preservation. His devotion goes beyond revenge. It’s only the mix of fear and confusion that shatters that resolve later.

munchiezxx  asked:

literally all these prompts are so adorable it's hard to choosE but “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

I made this a college au for some reason? I’m not quite sure why, but it made sense to me! by @neglectedrainbow 

Jared watches fondly as Evan putzes around the kitchen, carefully fiddling with the stove burner. The smell of homemade pancakes fills the room, thick and mouth-watering. Soft music plays from the radio, some channel that Evan’s constantly listening to, full of sweet rhythms and strumming guitars, calm music to soothe the mind. He flips the pancakes, humming under his breath.

It feels like Jared is always watching Evan, watching the way he moves, the way sunlight dances across his freckled skin, the way his green eyes glisten in the early morning. Evan scopes up the finished food with his spatula, placing it onto two plates. He grabs two cups of tea as well–chamomile, Jared thinks–before trotting over and setting everything onto Jared’s flimsy dining table.

He’s wearing one of Jared’s old sweaters, something he’s had since high school. It’s a pale blue color, faded from years of wear, and, God, it looks amazing.

Morning light shines through the small central window, casting beautiful shadows across his boyfriend’s face.

They’re so in love it’s ridiculous.

The room is small, a kitchen and a dining room all in one miniscule place, but it’s much better than last year’s dorm room, so Jared doesn’t complain.

Evan sits down beside him, grabbing a fork and knife and slowly cutting up the pancake. He does it smoothly, his shoulders straightened, and Jared is struck by how much he’s grown–how much they’ve both grown. Evan looks over at him, a small smile across his face. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Jared replies, still a little awe-struck, before grabbing a fork and knife as well and beginning to eat.

“You okay?”

Jared looks up, “Yeah, yeah, of course, it’s just…”

“Just what?” Evan’s leg brushes against his underneath the table.

“I just-” Jared clears his throat. “I just can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

Evan blushes, ducking his head down, “I can’t believe a few months ago all I wanted was to say an actual sentence to you and now I’m having breakfast with you in your sweater.”

They’ve moved quickly, Jared thinks, relatively speaking. Evan might as well move in here, considering how often he spends the night.

Jared leans over, pressing a soft kiss into Evan’s lips. The music continues playing softly in the background. 

anonymous asked:

And what about nsfw-fluff, something of Stiles tired of his fail relationships? He wants someone love him for real. And older!derek looking for someone who doesn’t want him for his money.

I honestly had a lot of trouble thinking of something for this one, so this is kinda short and probably not as smutty as your prompt was hinting at?? But here ya go. 1300 words, rated E.

P.S. I know people on tumblr mobile have been having difficulties with the Read More not working on my fics, but I’m leaving this one in there b/c of the nsfw stuff.

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Friendly Competition

Nino stops dead in his tracks as his eyes land on their kitchen table.

“Adrien. You know I love you, but there are some things I can’t handle.”  Nino shakes his head as he walks past the table where there are playing mats and two decks of brown cards set before his boyfriend and empty chair opposite him. Nino heads to the fridge instead. Adrien lets out a huff as he pushes himself to turn to face him.

“But! But you said that you’d never played duel monsters before! The only reasonable course of action was to—”

“Adrien. We’ve been over this. Just because I haven’t done something before doesn’t mean that you have to blow a lot of money just to make it happen.”

“But this is an important step of your childhood that you missed out on! Besides you bought me the whole discography of Zedd when I said that I’d never heard of him before. You have no room to talk.”

The refrigerator door slams. A can of soda in his hand, Nino sends Adrien a glare. “That man is a musical genius and I’m still insulted that you didn’t know who he was. Besides that was only two CDs. I can guarantee that they cost me less than those cards and fancy mats cost you.”

“I’ll have you know that this cost me absolutely nothing. I bought them when I was younger.” Adrien crosses his arms over his chest and matches Nino’s gaze head on. They square off for at least a few seconds before Nino heaves a sigh and slumps his shoulders in exaggerated defeat.

“Fine.” Adrien lets out a cheer as Nino collapses in the empty chair across from his boyfriend.

“This is going to be so much fun Nino! I swear to you on all of my nine lives that you will never regret this.”

“I’m pretty sure that you’re down to five at this point, but I guess there’s no reason to split hairs over it.” Nino lets out a laugh as he pops open the can and takes a sip. Setting the can down he chuckles. “You know that you’re a major dork right?”

Adrien laughs as he goes to scratch at the back of his neck. “Yeah.” He pauses to look down at the table. Nino frowns as nearly visible clouds cast a shadow of doubt on Adrien’s previously sunny face.

Nino knows that this side of Adrien is still new and vulnerable. That it wasn’t until a couple of years ago that he even admitted to liking things that weren’t considered ‘normal’ by society’s so-called standards. Things that Gabriel Agreste would certainly never have approved of if Adrien had ever been open about them.

But, no matter how Nino jokes about it, he loves this side of his boyfriend. Everything about Adrien seems to amplify when he talks about things that he loves. His hands move in grander motions. His smile widens so far that there are times that Nino wonders if his face could break. And the light in his eyes…

Nino would do anything to make it glimmer as brightly as it does in those moments.

“But, I suppose that’s why I love you.” Nino reaches across the table to ruffle blonde locks. Adrien lets out a startled yelp as he hurries to rearrange the disarray left behind by Nino’s hand.

“Love you, too,” Adrien mumbles. He attempts to act disgruntled, but the smile is far too goofy to be convincing.

And, just like that, the clouds have disappeared and it’s as if the sun as returned full force yet again. Nino’s breath is stolen a beat later. It takes almost a full minute for him to find it again, and when he does he has to clear his throat before he can speak again.

“I hope you realize that, just because I’m a beginner, it doesn’t mean that I’ll go easy on you.”

Adrien’s laugh fills the room and Nino swears that it’s the most beautiful melody that he’s ever heard. 

Heroic Protection

The lack of Protective Danny Fenton prompts in my inbox has me crushed, so here, have something I more or less wrote for myself

The battle lasted several hours. Ghosts had flown through almost every building and street in Amity Park, most of them cackling with glee as they fired ectoblasts at cars and windows. Some had hidden or cowered in tight spaces, and Maddie knew she and Jack would be finding their ilk for days afterwards, but at the time, they had focused their attention on the most aggressive specters, starting with a white-skinned ghost in a tailored suit and ending with Maddie’s ecto-rifle and Jack’s ecto-blaster aimed at their town’s most tenacious invader.

Exhausted, it had only taken one shot from Maddie’s rifle to knock the Ghost Boy out of the sky, and as he lay on the ground, ectoplasm dripping between the fingers of the hand he pressed against his chest, he stared up at them with wide, shocked eyes. On a human, the shot would have been fatal, but the ghost seemed merely pained as he tried to push himself further away from them. Maddie wasn’t worried he’d get far.

His weight on the bedsheet “cape,” he had knotted around his own throat kept him as tethered as any net.

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jellibabiz  asked:

“why are you acting like this?” (Love confession?) for Natan

Lucifer scowled off to the side as Natalie hummed around the small convenience store they stopped at their way back to her house, on their way home.

“Hey,” he heard her call from an aisle, her voice tilting over the artificial music filling the shop.

She turned the corner to face him then, a large pair of sunglasses with bedazzled flames fanning out from the sides sitting on her face, and somehow they matched her crooked smile. Her hands were held up in a mock salute, and he abandoned her there, storming down an empty section with her laughter chasing him.

It felt too temporary, too fragile. Natalie, being back to Natalie so quickly. He was terrified that he would turn the aisle again to find her cowering, afraid of him. Afraid of the monster. But every time he did, she was holding up just another souvenir. A shot glass, a post card, a bobble head of someone wearing a hockey jersey. It was so startlingly normal that he felt raw with the vulnerability, his lips chapped with confessions and truths that he wasn’t ready to tell her.

(She was somehow, somehow the same, despite everything he had put her through.)

In the end, she picked out a snow globe that rained iridescent glitter down on an antique town when she shook it. If she closed her eyes, she could practically taste the snow on her tongue when she did.

(“Close your mouth, kid.” Lucifer had told her, but she couldn’t. Not now, not when there was so much left in her life she needed to see and do. She had never been so aware of all the sensations of life around her.)

Lucifer sat in the bus seat across from her, his mouth pulled tight into a scowl as he watched patches of business and buildings and concrete forests whisk by in a blur. Eventually the city ended, breaking away into clumps of forests and trails that ended nowhere except in adventure.

A wooden sign in the distance read, “Trail To Nothing” in bold, hand painted letters that had faded from years of exposure, and Natalie was scrambling to her feet, practically shouting her plea for the bus driver to stop, and he did.

Lucifer followed Natalie down the stairs of the bus, her eyes wide as she took in the countryside, fingers ghosting over the sign that made her want to stop. The wood was weathered smooth, and she slid her snow globe into the pocket of her jacket before she followed the path into the woods, the air around them thick with oncoming rain and something sweeter.

She stepped into the grown over path, chasing an ending she didn’t know, and Lucifer went with her. Heavy branches laden with summer leaves closed over them, the greens so dark and rich it looked as if the whole forest had been dipped in paint.

(It smelled like living. Oxygen hanging off every inch of the trail, and life saturating the cracks.)

Natalie was enraptured by everything, her eyes ravenous as she took it all in, every detail and plant and color offered along the way. She didn’t blink for fear she would miss something she would never see again. They walked slowly, creeping with the sunset that baptized the forest in oranges and pinks that swirled like marble across Natalie’s skin.

Eventually, they reached the end. Nothing. The path ended anticlimactically with a barren rock that lead into a drop off, the only view being more gray shale rocks littered across the ground. An old park bench sat facing the open path, the cast iron arms turned brown and splotchy with age, and the wooden slates bleached and green.

It creaked ominously when Natalie sat down, but she patted the seat next to her anyways, and Lucifer sunk into it without protest. He watched her silently, afraid to break the carefully constructed quiet still lingering between them, and Natalie’s lips turned down into a slight frown that sent fear spiking through Lucifer’s veins.

Her voice was heartbreakingly quiet when she asked, “Why are you acting like this? All quiet, and broody?” She let her hand cover his on the bench, and her skin was warm in a way that sent a shiver down Lucifer’s spine. Alive.

He sat for a moment, drinking in the humid air like wine, “You died, Natalie.” He fought against the crack that built in the back of his throat, “I thought, that was it – I mean, you were gone.”

“I’m here, Lucifer. I’m whole.” She let go of his hand to catch a leaf blowing in the wind. A finger traced the raised veins on the violently green underside, and her face was gentle to match her touch in a way that made his chest ache in the sweetest way possible.

“I love you.” The words were nothing more than a whisper, as if he was sharing a secret with the wind.

Natalie let out a breathless noise of shock, the words seeping into her mind like sunshine as disbelief bloomed across her features. Lucifer tilted towards her on the bench, holding her face in his hands. The leaf between her fingers was stolen away by a breeze when his rough thumbs swept a gentle, tilting rhythm over her cheekbones, tracing all the words he couldn’t say into her skin, and Natalie closed her eyes, unafraid of missing anything.

Then, Lucifer kissed her. It tasted like rain.

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anonymous asked:

hey i saw u reblog the alex x reader au today and if you want to id love to see a sequel to that maybe w scott finding out or like a secret relationship or scott finding out about the secret relationship ;;)))) thanks in advance!!! ps i love ur writing and you you are a goddess among us

Alex Summers + best friend’s older brother au [refer to this drabble]

A/N: okay so like if i’m being realistic with myself the odds of me ever actually writing this out properly: slim to fucking none because this has been sitting in my inbox for months BUT I can provide you with the full out headcanons of how it all came to be in the first place. so. (hey @kurtwxgners@mvximoff@rax-writes@paperclipmac have some alex stuff) (sidenote: karley we should revisit this au sometime bc its a good one [eyes emoji])

nsfwish? almost? idk there’s like? heavy making out at the end? idk?

  • You’ve been best friends with Scott since forever because your parents were friends so it just kind of happened
  • As a result of this, you’ve also been around Alex since forever because you were always at the Summers house
  • You’ve also had a lowkey crush on Alex since you started to think boys maybe weren’t so gross after all
  • It stayed pretty lowkey, till the summer before junior year, but you didn’t make a thing about it because 1) you figured it would make shit weird and 2) you figured out that Alex was planning to go abroad for his senior year so why would you intentionally bring it up when he’s about to leave
  • Alex found an exchange to go on and did his senior year abroad and you went through junior year being Scott’s best friend like nothing had changed because nothing really had changed and not seeing Alex for the year made your crush kind of hibernate
  • Then during the summer after he finished high school and the one right before your senior year, he found a work placement and worked the entire summer, earning money, and you see him like once or twice but mostly he’s living with a new friend Sean a town over
  • You don’t really see him again till he’s home on his first break from college and damn he looks so much better than you remember him looking and your crush is definitely back in full fucking force
  • You don’t know it, but the first time he sees you when he’s back, he’s actually breathless, because you’re older, and more confident and so, so beautiful and he’s pretty sure he must’ve been fucking blind or something, because there’s no way you weren’t gorgeous before if you’re this goddamn stunning now
  • Do you spend a lot more time at Scott’s house now that Alex is back than you would otherwise? Maybe. You’re pretty sure Scott doesn’t notice anything unusual though, and if he does, he definitely doesn’t know why
  • You drove over to the Summer’s house one Friday night to go over some SAT stuff, and a torrential fucking rainstorm comes while you’re there
  • Your mum calls you and tells you that she really doesn’t want you driving in weather as bad as this, and she can come and pick you up, or you can stay there if it’s alright with the Summers’
  • Of course you’d rather stay there, because then you won’t need to come back to pick up the car later, so you tell her not to worry, you’ll stay over
  • Scott just nods when you tell him you’re staying over and just reminds you where the extra sheets and pillows are for the couch before tossing you an old shirt and a pair of sweatpants for you to sleep in
  • You give up on trying to go directly to sleep at about 1am so you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water or something and immediately regret your decision because Alex is in the kitchen in a thin, faded, fraying flannel shirt and sweat pants slung dangerously low on his hips, and his longish hair is yanked back in a messy bun and you feel like a fucking idiot because he looks like he’s just about to go to bed and just looking at him like this makes your knees weak
  • He sees you in one of his old shirts (it used to be his, then it got passed on to Scott, who never wore it, so he basically still thinks of it as his shirt) and some sweats and no makeup and you’re not at all put together or tidy, but he’s positive you’ve never looked better, because if he doesn’t think too hard you look like you just climbed out of his bed and the idea is more than a little dizzying
  • “oh, shit, hey Alex. I-thought the kitchen was-” “empty? I mean it is the middle of the night, that’d be the reasonable assumption.” “Yeah. Well.” “Well.”
  • Neither of you is really sure how you managed to get through the interaction unscathed, but by the end of it, you’re both sitting on the couch watching shitty national geographic re runs and laughing at Alex’s shittier jokes, and each time one of you gets up or leans forwards, or really shifts at all, you both gravitate almost unconsciously towards the other
  • You’re not quite sure just how it happened, but you’re tucked neatly under his arm, leaning into his side, and you’re tipping your head back, laughing at another one of his ridiculous puns, and suddenly he’s kissing you, almost hesitantly, and his lips are soft and warm and you want more, but just as quickly as the kiss began, it’s over
  • “Shit, I’m so sorry-that was-I shouldn’t’ve-” he stammers, and you’ve never seen him look so startled or unsure in your life, but you don’t want him to apologise, you want him to kiss you again, so you reach out to grab the front of his shirt and yank his lips back to yours
  • Alex doesn’t need any more encouragement than that, the arm round your shoulders tightening to pull you in closer to him, his mouth pressing against yours with more force than previously
  • One of your arms comes up to wrap around his neck as you shift closer still, and he pulls away again, breathing hard
  • “Are you sure you-I mean you’re Scott’s best friend-we probably shouldn’t-” he tries again, but you’ve never heard anyone sound less convincing in your life, so you just tilt your head to kiss along the sharp line of his jaw and the tempting column of his throat, feeling immensely satisfied when you feel the hitch in his breath as your lips brush softly over his pulse
  • “I’ll stop if you want me to,” You murmur, punctuating each word with a press of your mouth and he lets out a low, strained chuckle
  • “That’s not fighting fair and you know it, beautiful,” he breathes, and the term of endearment makes your head spin, even as you wind your arms around his neck
  • “Good,” you whisper back before pulling him in to kiss him again, one of your hands sliding into his hair, pushing the hair tie out and tangling in it as it falls out of the bun he had yanked it back into
  • You’re in his lap now, his arms tightly around you, hands gripping your hips, keeping you so close you can feel his heart thudding in his chest, and the kiss is hot and insistent and it makes you a little giddy because yeah, you’ve kissed people before but it’s never felt like this and as his tongue slides against yours, you let out an involuntary gasp, your hand reflexively tugging back on his hair and Alex actually moans into your mouth
  • “Fuck, babygirl, give a guy some warning,” he groans, low and shuddering and muffled by your skin, and you can feel him starting to get a hard on, and knowing he wants you is gratifying and scary and thrilling, and as he bites down lightly on you lower lip, you tentatively reach a hand down to palm him through his sweats
  • The moan he lets out is electrifying, needy and wanting and this is starting to lead into uncharted territory for you but you’ve never wanted anyone more than you want him
  • But then he pulls away from you a little and you freeze up in panic and hurt and confusion, because you’re pretty sure you weren’t misreading the signals, but you don’t say anything you just look away, rubbing uncomfortably at your temples and doing your best not to tear up, because you already feel stupid and you really don’t want to make more of a fool of yourself than you already have
  • Suddenly, one of Alex’s hands is reaching out, cupping your cheek and gently forcing you to look at him. He leans in and kisses you softly, his thumb brushing soothingly across your cheekbone as he draws back, a small, reassuring smile on his lips
  • “I’m sorry, beautiful, I didn’t mean-” he starts, voice gentle. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I do, god I really do. But I-I like you. Have for a while. I want to do this right. I don’t want to screw up,” he explains, and he sounds almost nervous, like he’s not sure whether this is something you want and he looks so uncertain, so uncharacteristically vulnerable that you kiss him again, moving in to tuck yourself against his side once more, and you can feel the tension go out of his body as he kisses you back gently, his arm going around you again.
Stained Dreams

Tododeku Week 2017 - Day 3: Fears

Summary: (Stain Arc spoilers!!) Izuku finds his dreams plagued with what could have been as he recovers in the hospital. However, Todoroki is there to offer comfort~

Warning: moderate description of blood,  emotional hurt/comfort

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Izuku lay on his hospital bed, cold sweat clinging to his skin. Not that he would notice himself, completely immersed in the nightmare that plagued his dreams at the moment. He would not notice the sheets he kicked off, in the disarray state of his hair, in the twisted grimace that spread across his face. The hospital room itself was deathly quiet, save for the rapid breathing of Izuku and the soft breathing of the red and white haired boy sleeping in the adjacent bed. Izuku had no way of noticing how when his breath hitched and turned into a quiet sob, the boy next to him began to stir.

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anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic where CAPTIVE PRINCE

Damen sleeps deeply and fitfully, which, if you ask Laurent, is an infuriatingly symbolic reflection of an infuriating aspect of Damen’s personality: too trustful for his own good, though by no means so trustful as to be considered naive.

Laurent sleeps neither deeply nor fitfully. Out of the two of them, he’s the one most likely to wake up during Damen’s bouts of tossing and turning. Sometimes he’s already lying awake when the sheets start rustling beside him, a cuffed wrist landing perilously close to his head as Damen forcefully changes position–heaves himself from his back onto his stomach, or from one side onto the other–without waking.

It’s not like Laurent particularly minds, though. He’s always been prone to wakeful nights, and he enjoys the opportunity to observe Damen at leisure. To watch his brow furrow and the corners of his mouth twitch, his fingers curl and uncurl into the sheets; to listen to his chest rumble as he exhales, or to him mumble half-formed words in either of their languages.

Laurent enjoys knowing from experience that Damen’s hand would stop flexing restlessly if he covered it with his own, and that Damen’s brow would smooth out if he stroked his thumb down the center. He enjoys knowing that, were he to respond to Damen’s unconscious murmurings, Damen would sigh in his sleep and (softly, sweetly) mumble Laurent’s name.

- you’ve been taking care of me my whole life

a/n : guess who’s back!! i’ve actually realised that writing makes me really happy and it’s something i really enjoy so i’m going to try and do lots of it and write loads and yeah. anyway here’s a super quick fluffy archie drabble that its kind of an au for when him and reggie get in the fight and yeah i just really love kj basically 

word count : 679

{archie andrews x reader}

Originally posted by archic-andrews

You’d heard it on your way to your locker. The chants and shouts. You quickly traced the sound to the common room where you saw everyone crowding round the vending machine; the glass smashed. You quickly ran in to find out what was happening.You skidded to a halt as your brain tried to process what was happening. Moose was attempting to hold back an extremely agitated Reggie; Jughead was stood in the corner with a mix of fear and shock plastered on his face; Veronica, Betty and Kevin were all sporting a look of surprise, and a number of other students were craning their necks to get a better view of whatever was going on. You slung your backpack on one of the chairs and tried to see what everyone was looking at. You stood next to Kevin who jolted at your presence.

“Kev, what’s happening?” You questioned, his expression causing your stomach to swirl with angst. Suddenly Moose pushed Reggie to the door, bumping your shoulder slightly as the angry football players started to disperse. You let out a small huff before turning back to Kevin to get some answers; but not before you saw the all to familiar head of red hair of your best friend on the floor. A wave of dread washed over you, your face dropping. You rushed forward and crouched down in front of him. 

“Arch!” you said as calmly as you could, which proved to be more difficult than you’d anticipated. He had his hand cupping his face, a pained groan escaping his lips. You placed your hand on his shoulders and helped him sit up. He sat slumped against the now broken vending machine. You moved around so you were crouched in between his legs, your eyes meeting one of his dark pained orbs. You slowly reached your hand up to his and pulled it down. His cheek and eye were a fiery red, almost as bright as his hair, causing you to gasp. He gave you a desperate stare, almost pleading for you not to judge him. “Come on,” you whispered standing up and grabbing his bag and yours. “Let’s go home and get some ice’ you said as you extended your hand to help him up. He took it sheepishly as you both left the room, the stares of your friends on your backs.

“Ow” Archie hissed as you attempted to press the ice to his eye, which was starting to turn an alarming share of purple. You pulled your hand back slightly, not wanting to cause him anymore pain than he was currently in. You let out a small chuckle, placing the ice pack into his hand.

“Just put it on your eye you big baby,” you teased, attempting to make him feel better. He gave you a spirited smirk; a thank you almost. You let out another giggle as you turned around to get your phone from your bag. When you turned back around you saw that Archie had taken the ice away from his eye. Again. “Arch,” you exasperated at his disobedience. A bright grin adorned his face, the corners of his eyes creasing as he chuckled. You walked back over to him and placed your hand over his, guided the ice back to his swollen eye. You held each others gaze and stood in silence, both secretly not wanting to let go. 

“Thank you for taking care of me” he whispered timidly, his eyes still not leaving yours. You felt a blush form on your cheeks and you smiled. Then, in the heat of the moment, you closed your eyes and pecked him lightly on the lips; soft under yours for the brief moment they were connected. You opened your eyes to find him smiling widely, his eyes filled with affection. 

“You’ve been taking care of me my whole life,” you whispered fondly, pushing back a wisp of red hair that had fallen over his eyes. And all at once history seemed to repeat itself as he brought his lips to yours once more.

anonymous asked:

i totally love your writing and your Andreil free wedding cake idea was so cute it got me smiling, could you please expand a little more? or maybe write something about them actually marry without telling anyone lmao

Thank you so much! I actually already wrote a drabble about some of the Foxes finding out Andrew and Neil had secretly married, which you can read HERE. But I’m happy to expand on my fake engagement headcannon! 

  • So back to where part one left off aka the Foxes were having a water/stretch break from practice when Nicky revealed that Andrew and Neil are “engaged” 
  • While I do believe the Foxes would most likely call bull, let’s suspend a bit of disbelief shall we? 
  • The Foxes are obviously shocked and lowkey suspicious 
  • But none of them really saw Andrew and Neil becoming an item in the first place soooo
  • These small, angry boys are just full of surprises! 
  • Plus Matt points out that Neil does get hurt a lot and a lot of hospitals have family only policies 
  • Everyone nods solemnly because trueee
  • Protect Neil at all costs, am I right?
  • So it takes a minute, but then Foxes are 100% on board (or maybe like 90 if we’re including Aaron
  • Cue congratulations and excited chatter
  • Love and support and family!

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anonymous asked:

Could you do single pringle Draco and his parents? 😜

Draco is happy to finally hand little Scorpius over to Lucius so his father can help him for a while. Scorpius has been ridiculously difficult the past few days; not sleeping, barely eating, crying all night… And Draco really needs a break.

Lucius is happy to take the fourth month old baby in his arms, immediately taking him outside to watch the peacocks.

Draco crashes face-down in the nearest sofa and he doesn’t move until he feels it shifting under the light weight of his mother. He manages to sit up to greet Narcissa, who pats his head affectionately.

“That bad, uh?” she asks with a sad smile.

“You’ve no idea. I almost fell asleep during the five seconds it took us to floo here.”

Narcissa hands Draco a long, deep green cloth that he hadn’t noticed she had in her hands.

“I remember you said it’s been difficult having him at work with you, even though I’ve told you many times that I don’t mind babysitting,” Narcissa explains, giving him a pointed look.

“And I’ve told you that I work so much that if I were to give you my son every time, I would never see him.”

“Well, this is called a baby sling. You wrap Scorpius either at your front or your back with this fabric, and then your hands are free to do whatever you may need.”

Draco smiles, inspecting the gift from his mother before giving her a curious look.

“It’s a Muggle thing,” she says, her voice noticeably lowered.

“How?” Draco asks, definitely confused.

Narcissa shakes her head. “Don’t ask. And don’t tell your father.” Her smile is conspiratorial and it warms Draco immensely.

“Thank you, mother.” Draco hugs her and they remain like that for a while. Maybe it’s the exhaustion, maybe it’s the loving embrace, or maybe it’s how long it’s been since it last happened, but a few tears are gathering at Draco’s eyes.

Narcissa hugs him tighter. “I know it all seems very dark now that Astoria is-” Draco chokes on a sob at the mention of her name and Narcissa winces. “Now that she’s gone. But you and Scorpius can overcome everything. You’re the bravest man I know, son.”

Draco nods and lets the last few tears fall. Narcissa kisses the top of his head and slowly guides Draco to lie down on the sofa while she stands up. “Sleep. We’ve got it. We’ve got you.”

He manages one weak smile before closing his eyes and letting the dreams take him wherever he needs to go.

au for @everythingelsegoesherethen: dean winchester owns the marauders’ map and uses it to make sure he and castiel always ‘accidentally’ meet at strange times.

Since he became a Prefect at the beginning of his fifth year, Castiel Novak has dealt with a lot of troublemakers who clearly just haven’t read the Hogwarts rulebook.

Dean Winchester is not one of these.

Dean Winchester is clever. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s read the handbook and

And he never, ever gets caught.

Which is why Castiel is confused when he apprehends Dean for the third time in a month, trying unsuccessfully to get into a secret passage out of the school that Cas /knows he knows exactly how to access. And yet he’s tapping all over the one-eyes witch with his wand, cluelessly trying every combination of “Let me in!” that he can, acting for all the world as though he’s under some kind of Confundus charm.

He turns the light of his wand on Dean, and Dean turns around, doing a very good job of pretending to be startled.

“Dean Winchester?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” the boy grins, blushing and looking down at the floor but not seeming at all upset that he’s just been caught breaking five school rules at once.

“Yes, well, you’re out of bed after lights out, you’re messing with school property and you’re using magic in the corridors.” Cas is a little flustered and he can’t even explain why, but he still manages to tick at least some of the offenses off on his fingers.

“I /am? Oh, man, Cas, I’m so sorry. And I promise you it won’t happen again.” Dean is all mock-apologetic as he claps Cas on the shoulder and starts to walk away down the corridor.

“F-five points from Gryffindor!” Cas calls after him in a shaky voice.

This becomes a recurring problem. The following week, Cas runs into Dean in the restricted section of the library without a note giving him permission to be there. A few days later, he catches Dean in the act when he’s just about to set off a whole box of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes fireworks. Another time, he finds Dean on the Quidditch pitch after dark when it’s supposed to be locked up, flying loops just to show off. Sometime after that, Cas goes to take a bath in the Prefects’ bathroom at the end of a long day, and he finds the tub already overflowing with bubbles, Dean in a pair of red swimming shorts lazily swimming laps.

And for some reason it’s always harder for Cas to keep his cool around Dean that it is around anyone else. Usually he’ll dole out detentions without even blinking;the whole school respecting his authority, but something about this kid has him barely remembering the name of the red and gold house that he’s supposed to be taking points from. It /irks him, because he was given the Prefect position for a /reason, and he’s supposed to be unbiased and impartial and above such things.

After all this has been going on for a good few months, and Cas is no closer to figuring out what exactly is going on in Dean Winchester’s unfairly pretty head, he finds a piece of parchment on the floor. It’s on his normal patrol route, but not on a main corridor - it’s on one of the back routes that only Cas is responsible for walking down on his shift after lights out. It’s placed right in the middle of the corridor where Cas is guaranteed to see it. Almost as though it was left especially for him.

He picks it up. It looks blank at first, but when he unfolds it, he sees that it’s a map - an incredibly detailed map of the whole of Hogwarts castle, every room drawn, Cas believes, perfectly to scale, labelled in calligraphy, every secret passage and hidden entryway marked. Not only that, but the map is enchanted, constantly moving, staircases twisting their way through the halls in what Cas suspects is real time, and most importantly of all, tiny sets of footprints making their way through the castle halls, each with a name attached to them. Cas spots his own name next to his own footprints, which are still in the exact spot that he’s in.

He takes a step forward, and the footprints move with him.

Most of the spots are clustered in the common rooms and dormitories at this time of night; just a few Prefects and professors wandering up and down the corridors. But Cas has a sneaking suspicion he knows who this map belongs to, and the person doesn’t seem to be in the Gryffindor boys’ dormitories where he should be. Against his will, Cas finds his eyes skating over the map, looking for the potential offender.

Dean Winchester’s spot is pacing the Tallest Astronomy Tower.

Of course, none of this necessarily means that the map /actually corresponds to where people actually are. It could just be an example. Could be everyone is placed randomly and doesn’t move, no matter where they really are.

Which, of course, explains why Cas is already walking purposefully towards the Astronomy tower, taking each set of stairs two at a time, checking the map every few seconds to make sure Dean is still in the same place.

He reaches the door to the tower, and he’s not even completely conscious of why he’s doing it, but he runs a hand through his hair to fluff it up and he straightens his blue and bronze tie before he walks inside.

Dean’s there, as predicted, no longer pacing but standing in the center of the room - waiting for him? The tower is open to the heavens - not like the Great Hall, not like an enchanted version of the sky, but actually open, the summer night stars glinting down and reflecting off of magical lights that have been conjured and left to hover all around the edge of the circular tower room, a light breeze ruffling Cas’ robes as he steps towards Dean, noticing that the usually bare wooden floor is scattered with large, puffy gold and bronze cushions.

Cas holds out the map. “I think this is yours.”

Dean takes it from him, not at all surprised to see Cas there. “Don’t think it’s really anyone’s. Thing kind of has a mind of its own. But yes, I’ve been using it for a while.”

“Tell me something?” Cas asks. “You just admitted this is yours. With this you can see anyone coming at any time, you can always stay one step ahead of any professor or prefect, you never have to get found out by anyone. But you keep letting me catch you. Why?“

"That depends,” Dean says with a smirk. “Why’d you bring the map back instead of handing it into a professor? Seems like it’s a contraband object. Seems like I /should get in trouble.”

Cas opened his mouth to retort to that, but realized he didn’t have anything to say. Why /had he come here? Dean was right, after all. His first instinct, as a Prefect with designs on Head Boy at some point in the future, should have been to turn the object over to a member of staff. His mind shouldn’t even necessarily have jumped to Dean. But it had, and now he was here.

“Alright. That aside, why’d you wait for me? Why’d you pick a specific place, here, that you have /no reason to be and just pace around hoping I’d show up to find you?”

Dean spluttered, but quickly recovered. “Why’d you look for me on the map? Why’d you stare at it for so long that you saw where I was in the first place?”

“Why’d you decorate? The stars, the lights, the cushions? Why’d you set this all up for a special occasion?”

They stared at each other for a while, breathing heavily, waiting for the other one to be the first to break.

Cas cracked, and Dean gave up at the same moment, and then he both of them were lunging towards each other, Dean grabbing Cas by the tie he’d just straightened, pulling it askew, Cas fisting both of his hands in Dean’s robes, both yanking the other towards them, crashing their lips together so hard that it was almost painful when they met, their bodies falling into each other, their teeth clashing and their noses bumping and when they pull apart, they both tumble down onto the pile of cushions they’ve set up and /now Cas understands why they’re there, /now it makes sense because their landing is soft and they can reach for each other again immediately, both of them lying on their sides in the heap of fluffy pillows, kissing each other over and over and over again, each one making their lips tingle. Over time, as they grow used to the feeling, the kisses become slower, softer, more languid, and the hooded eyes when they pull away from each other are less from desire and more from tiredness, and they’re both sure they’d be happy to sleep here.

"So, what? You’ve been risking detention and house points for Gryffindor and your reputation as someone who never gets caught just to… just to get my attention?” Cas asks finally, propping himself up on one elbow.

Dean tugs him back down and kisses him again. “Well, you’re risking your Prefect position right now. But I feel like you always have to risk a little something to get the best things in life.”

And between holding hands on long walks by the lake, between screaming themselves hoarse together at Quidditch matches, between feeding each other Bertie Botts’ Every Flavour Beans while studying in the library, and between many, many more long nights in the Astronomy tower, Cas learns that as frustrating and complicated as he is; Dean is definitely one of the best things in his life.

time-is-runnig  asked:

14,26 with Jimin pls

drabble game~

You looked up at Jimin who wasn’t smiling like he usually does when he arrives home late to see you. You put your phone down and was about to get out of bed to walk towards him, but he had already walked towards you and put his hands on your shoulders, keeping you down.

“Take. It. Off.” He finally spoke lowly as he went over your figure and started coming close. You leaned back against the bed frame wall and softly put your hands on his chest to push him back gently.

“Jimin, you just came home and it’s late.”

He scoffed as he leaned close and whispered, “You know you want it, sweetheart.” He grabbed your hands and held them by your side, soon passionately connecting his lips with yours. When he felt you relax, he let go of your hands and slowly trailed down your torso, a muffled moan being heard from you as he—

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kic 3 update

so drinking last night was not the best decision?? i don’t make good decisions???

anyway i’m still fixing up this chapter because reading over it now there are a lot of problems lololol. i don’t wanna keep “dangling” an update in front of your faces though because i know it’s a bummer waiting for an update and not getting it so when the chapter does go up i’ll give like?? a one hour warning? as i put it into ao3 and give a final skim, yeah?? thanks so much for being patient!! i really appreciate not getting pitchfork-y asks about my horrible update timings. i can’t say if it’ll be up by the end of today since i’ll be working on it around my tutoring job so let’s just see how it goes. 

meanwhile, i’ve went ahead and tagged all the little prompts and drabbles i’ve written in kic verse! so u can still revel in kic verse while not really being in kic verse haha lol yikes