someone took this from but added me as the source anyway

On Camera

Or that one time Lance decided to live-stream when he really should’ve been resting. The (established) klance YouTuber AU that no one asked for, but you’re all getting. Domestic klance sharing an apartment is my jam, and throwing a little angst in there is a bonus.

I’m actually really happy with this, and if people like it I might do an actual long AU thing with this setting, so feedback is appreciated! For now though, just a one-shot. This is also proof that the best writing for me happens at 3 AM… oops. I hope you enjoy!!

Psst @taylor-tut this is that thing I not-so-discreetly mentioned in my tags, have a wonderful day.

Lance McClain was a rulebreaker in every way, except for one thing. He believed it was always necessary to have a routine, and never stray from it. If asked, he’d inform you that a steady routine was the foundation for a steady life.

Showering every morning, brushing his teeth every night, thinking of a cheesy one-liner for Keith each day without fail, the list went on. Little things.

One of his many routines was to live-stream, always on Sundays. Because who did anything besides sit at home, definitely not with a hangover, on Sunday?

New videos went up on Wednesdays, but the carefully edited ones on YouTube and his live-streams were very different. Many fans even preferred seeing him live, mainly because he couldn’t stop himself from making bad jokes, and was usually too lazy to straighten his bedhead.

And they would always ask him to go bother Keith in the next room, which Lance more often than not was obliged to do.

So when he woke up late one Sunday with a killer headache and a stuffy nose, Lance wasn’t about to let it get in the way of his routine.

He discovered a note from Keith on the kitchen table that said he’d be out running errands, and Lance lamented that he hadn’t been awake to tell Keith to get soup. After shooting him a quick text, the only response Lance got was “You don’t even like soup.”

Lance chuckled softly, which quickly led to a series of wet coughs. Clearing his throat, he began to set up his camera, wrapped himself up in blankets, and started the stream.

“Hey guys,” he said with a small wave, and winced at how raspy his voice sounded. He sniffled, and edged the off-screen box of tissues closer to him.

The chat was quickly flooded with “HELLO”’s and “LANCE!”’s. By now, all the fans knew when he went live. Lance was, however, surprised to see several inquiries about his health.

There were quite a few “Are you okay”’s, and even some “You seem sick”’s, with one of Lance’s personal favorites being “You look like shit.”

He read off the last comment with a short laugh. “Thanks, KeiththeKutie05.” Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Nice name.”

After a short pause of him continuing to scan the chat, he spoke again. “I’m fine though, just got a cold or something. Nothing could stop me from live-streaming!”

As the viewers seemed satisfied with this response, Lance wasn’t surprised to see the usual repetition of “Where’s Keith?” in the chat. He sighed.

“Mullet Boy is running errands,” Lance told them, rolling his eyes for effect. “Probably going out to buy a new pair of fingerless gloves.”

Keith and Lance had been sharing an apartment for some time now, and the Internet was very invested in their relationship, or so it seemed. Keith was annoyed by the whole thing at first, but Lance found it entertaining that his fans seemed to like Keith better than him. Lance could, admittedly, relate.

Eventually, the accidental publicity that came with dating a YouTuber inspired Lance to make a collab channel for them, though Keith never got his own. He insisted that he was too awkward to film anything by himself, which Lance secretly found adorable.

Numerous people began telling Lance to prank Keith when he came back, to which Lance grinned. Playing tricks on Keith during live-streams had become somewhat of a tradition in and of itself. “Maybe I will,” Lance tapped his chin thoughtfully. “You guys got any ideas?”

Lance read through some of the responses but saw nothing particularly appealing, then perked up at someone asking when he’d do a video with Hunk again.

“Actually, I got some good news for you guys,” Lance declared, sneezing into his elbow before continuing. “Hunk and I are going to be playing videogames on Pidge’s channel sometime next week, and Hunk has both of us coming over to his and Shay’s for a baking video. I haven’t decided what we should do for my part yet. Maybe a Q & A?”

Once again, Lance’s eyes scanned through the suggestions until his eyes snagged on one he liked. “Cards Against Humanity, huh? With YouTube’s shitty new rules it could get demonetized, but I do love that game, so why not? I’m positive Pidge owns it, and I can tell them to bring it over. Maybe I can even convince Keith to play with us.”

Lance couldn’t help but smile at the enthusiastic response that got.

“I think I’m going to get myself some more coffee,” Lance decided, looking down at the empty mug resting on a coaster. “Last night Keith made me watch this really scary movie, so I naturally had trouble falling asleep. Gotta have coffee to keep myself functioning. Do you guys prefer coffee or tea? Keith and I are both coffee people, but he likes his black. No sugar or anything, disgusting if you ask me.”

Lance almost regretted this comment as a war of opinions on black coffee slowly took over his computer screen.

“Well, anyway, I’m gonna go to the kitchen real quick. I’d bring my laptop but… I’d probably spill coffee on it, and we can’t have that.”

Lance stood, and was about to start towards the next room when his vision abruptly blurred and refocused. He knew immediately something was wrong.

His legs felt like jelly, and the room seemed to spin as he took a single step forward. Had he only been fine when he was sitting? Lance had half the mind to sit right back down, but his brain was growing muddled, and direction simply didn’t make sense.

Lance’s migraine flared abruptly in intensity, and then suddenly the wood floor was rushing up to meet him. Everything went dark.

Keith glanced at his phone as he moved around to the back of the car, where he’d stored the groceries, and had to repress a fond smile at the Twitter notification on the screen. Lance was, apparently, live-streaming. Keith thought he might actually miss his time-slot for once, but he figured by now he should be used to the Cuban boy’s dedication to routine.

Lance’s channel got some negative feedback from more ‘sophisticated’ YouTubers for being… all over the place. A dedicated beauty guru, or PrinceLotor as his channel was called, had dragged Lance on Twitter on more than one occasion.

Lance was anything but consistent when it came to videos. He did whatever he felt like doing that week, and the fans loved it. Sometimes he played songs on his guitar, sometimes he did prank-calls. He would film Q&A’s, or tell stories about all the interesting stuff that happened in his life— Lance’s bad luck was rather famous. He recommended TV shows, did hauls of what he got for holidays, vlogged on occasion when he went to stores, you name it.

But Lance’s favorite thing to do were collabs.

Hunk, an incredibly smart engineer, had a baking channel as a hobby, and Lance was his favorite assistant.

Pidge was a newer gaming channel, but their obsession with theorizing about the game’s lore while playing and busting other fan theories made them grow in popularity quickly. For two player games, Lance was ideal.

Allura was an extremely popular beauty channel, and Lance let her give him makeovers whenever she wanted to. Shiro could use extra actors in his short films.

And Keith… well, the two of them had a channel together that had no pattern whatsoever, much to Lance’s dislike. Absolutely spontaneous and random, usually doing things by popular fan request, like dancing or karaoke. And uploads were by no means regular.

Keith was surprised at how much he had started to enjoy it. Lance had been telling him he should start an art channel, with animations and speedpaints and the like, and Keith wasn’t… that opposed to the idea. It could be a useful source of income, to help with all the debt he would come into after graduating college. But he’d never tell Lance.

Without thinking too much of it, Keith swiped right across his screen, taking him to Lance’s tweet about the live-stream in order to like it. He was about to close his phone again and begin taking groceries up to their apartment when his eyes snagged on something odd.

Lots of the replies to Lance’s tweet mentioned him, particularly the recent ones, even tagging him in it. Keith couldn’t fathom why they would be talking about him if he wasn’t on the stream, unless Lance was complaining about him live again.

Keith bristled. Lance better not be still annoyed at him for the movie the last night. Signs wasn’t scary at all, and not even a real horror movie! Lance simply stated that ‘he didn’t mess with aliens.’

But when he looked at all the mentions, Keith felt his irritation give way to confusion, and then panic.


Keith slammed the trunk, all groceries forgotten as he sprinted into the apartment building and ran for the stairs. They only lived on the third floor, and he was not about to wait for the slow, crowded elevator.

He fumbled to fit his key in the lock and opened the door to the living room, only to spot the live-streaming set up, with no Lance. Keith rushed forward, but drew up short when he realized that Lance was in fact passed out on the floor in front of the couch.

“Oh my god— Lance!” Keith sank down beside him, turning his boyfriend over. “Lance, are you okay? Can you hear me?”

Lance’s eyes opened slowly, and Keith felt relief flood his system, despite the uncharacteristically pale skin. “K-Keith? Wha… I thought you were shopping?”

“I’m back,” Keith answered shortly, wincing as he pressed a hand onto Lance’s forehead. “Jeez, you’re on fire. Why didn’t you tell me you were this sick?!”

“Are you a fire?” Lance mumbled under his breath, and Keith furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What? No, Lance, I was saying you have a fever.”

“Because you’re hot and I want s'more,” Lance continued, as if he hadn’t heard him at all. Keith was suddenly painfully aware that the live-stream was still going, and that his face was even more flushed than Lance’s, and not because of a fever.

Keith glanced at the computer sitting on the coffee table briefly, noting that most of the chat was full of random keyboard smashing. He smiled apologetically. “At least he’s conscious,” he shrugged, hoisting Lance up off the floor and propping one of his arm’s around Keith’s shoulder. “I’m going to take this idiot to the hospital, he’s way too hot.”

“So you finally admitted it,” Lance’s voice was barely audible, and Keith glanced back down to see him grinning up at Keith tiredly.

“I meant your temperature, dumbass. Next time, tell me when you’re not feeling well.”

And with that, he shut off the stream.

So here’s my feelings on the Strobelite video.

I loved the video. Strobelite like a lot of the album it got slack for not having 2D prominently featured on it whatsoever, but it’s a catchy upbeat song that talks about escaping & leaving your troubles behind. The music video portrayed exactly that.

Now I don’t necessarily trust backhanded sources but I did hear that someone that was on the set mentioned the vid originally having a fight scene for Russ & Murdoc. I’ll be honest, if I had seen that instead, it just would have contradicted the lightheartedness of the video. We don’t always needs Gorillaz videos to be dark, just like the innocence of Dare or Dirty Harry. Seeing 2D + Noodle dance the night away with big smiles on their faces just made me feel so happy knowing how far they’ve both come & what’s to probably come for them, knowing we’ve got long ways to go before phase 4 ends.

Now I will say that the video was flawed.

Why? No-show Russel Hobbs. I’m not sure what went wrong, apparently it had to do with the model but I still want to see & hear more from him. I do believe Jamie and his writers have a lot more in store for Russel. I’ve said it from the start that this album sounds like it’s been influenced by him the most, so I want to think that they’ll take this as a motive to make him a much bigger part of the plot. Regardless, there’s always been lack of attention on Russel, but I have yet to doubt Jamie Hewlett’s motives, so I’ll be patient.

Speaking of patience, oh my god. The reactions. Listen, it is totally okay to have your opinions about the video. It’s not my favorite and it doesn’t have to be yours, but the amount of disrespect I’ve been reading within the last 24 hours since the video’s dropped is absolutely disgusting. I won’t get into the 2nu discourse that sparked from this just because it’s a subject I’d rather not touch. I get that there were some fans expecting more out of this video since Jamie had set the bar so high for Saturnz Barz, but I think the issue here is the fandom is starting to expect too much. The nagging for a new video started since the beginning of May, before it was even announced let alone filmed. It was well worth the wait & lived down to the hype for me and I think it’s because I understood that you can’t half-ass this kind of editing and animation they did for the music video.

Unless you’re an artist or aspiring animator, you truly have no idea just how much work goes into animation. The motion capture from this video had more than a significant difference from what we’ve seen with Sleeping Powder & the test run promo interviews. It was so clear & smooth, it was almost video-game like. What impressed me the most was the way they edited the mo-cap so precisely into the live action that the characters were accurately proportioned height & body wise next to the real life background actors. Anyways, it really shocked me to see so many people trash the way the video looked when this took just as much effort as Saturnz Barz, if not more.

I’ve said this before but considering I’ve been a fan since 2013, I never got to fully experience new Gorillaz content in real time & it’s fair to say that a good majority of you guys who are new to the fandom haven’t either. There’s also a lot of fans who have been around from the beginning that should know what it’s like to wait. What bothers me most is seeing both ends of the spectrum act so entitled, even after Jamie & Damon give you guys as much as they can without burning themselves out.

I’m genuinely excited no matter what. I’m not gonna let stupid and negative comments damper my experience with being a fan of Gorillaz. I’m pumped for their tv series, those unreleased tracks to finally come out, the little hints they throw at us with plots, new merch, more art Jamie’s been working on, and upcoming tour dates with new added visuals with every show. There’s so much stuff to be excited for, and I have no idea why some people that claim to be fans of Gorillaz are acting like we have nothing to work with when in actuality, we could have never had any of this if it wasn’t for Jamie & Damon making amends.

Coming full circle now, I’ll leave you with this. Enjoy Gorillaz the way you choose to. If you find too many things wrong with it, maybe the band and overall community just isn’t for you anymore. It’s not like Jamie would ever read this but I think the Strobelite video was overall fucking amazing & I can’t wait to see what else is in store!


I might or might not make a series depending on how it goes but as a followup to my post kinda meandering about how certain folk react badly to protagonists in video games no matter what I’ll go into protagonists in games that are actually genuinely bad and I’ll attempt to explain why they don’t work, in my opinion.

As a general warning for this series, there will be spoilers for every game that I cover (of course) and content warnings for the specific games will apply, which I’ll tag to the best of my ability.

This one will be about

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Dante, from DmC: Devil May Cry, the intended reboot of Devil May Cry (aka Donte, aka YOUR PROM DATE YOU UGLY SACK OF SHIT)

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today i was reflecting in the shower.. where i normally do all of my deeper thinking.. and i couldn’t stop thinking about 2016. i know.. we’re in a new year.. time to let it go.. but i don’t think i properly cleansed myself or made peace with how my year went. and because a lot of what happened to me throughout the year continuously comes to mind.. i knew it was time to sit down and write out my feelings. what has made me the writer or “poet” that i am today.. is i’ve spilled my heart out on paper, time and time again, but lately i’ve been extremely distant. i’m not sure whether it’s because i feel a burden to always be positive and uplifting or because i find myself more afraid than ever. last year i cried. and cried. and cried. more than i’ve ever cried in my 22 years of life. i even made a habit out of watching really sad and emotional movies just so i could find an excuse to. also.. i’ve smoked more than ever before. longing to both - feel.. and be numb. i’d smoke before writing so i could pull certain stories out of me. then i’d smoke after, to forget them. often times.. i just got high enough to make myself fall asleep so i wouldn’t have to deal with anything. in the midst of one of my episodes.. i realized i suffer, and have always suffered, from feeling like nobody really understands me. i’ve always felt like i was someone who was constantly mistaken for an entirely different person. i always feel like i don’t “fit”. i don’t fit around friends.. i don’t fit around family.. i don’t make sense at social gatherings.. i don’t feel at home in my own home. i think a lot of these feelings have come up, from time to time, because i’ve never really known my true identity. all i’ve ever known myself to be is someone that everyone clings to. and not in a “she’s the life of the party” kind of way, but more so, “she’s the person to get advice from” way. and although.. this may sound selfish, sometimes i wish i had someone like me. i wish i had someone who was willing to help solve my problems before solving their own. as i’m typing, i’m starting to cry again. and i’m crying because i don’t know when exactly this will end. or if this discomfort is how i’m meant to live life. maybe this is just the life of an empathic. maybe when i started asking god to “use” me, i signed up for this. the truth is, 2016 should have been the best year of my life. i released a book that hit the best sellers list, i bought my dog that brings an unlimited source of awe to my life, i signed a major publishing deal, i moved out of my parents house and into a new home, i lost friends that never clapped for me, and gained friends who’ve been there for me in every way since, i built this whole “brand” into something much bigger than i ever expected myself to, i found out i was cancer free, i promise the list could continue on. but depression got in the way. of everything. i never once celebrated myself. i never once intervened, and took control. i never even thought to. i felt like whatever i was going through.. i was supposed to. and still.. i’m not sure the reasoning.. i just kept living with a kind of sadness i have yet to find a name for. instead of focusing on all of the goodness that god was placing in my life, i had tunnel vision on everything that i felt was going wrong. i couldn’t see life in a positive light no matter how good things may have got. my parents split up. i was forced to move out. i lost my home base. i went, and still go, months without speaking to either one. my boyfriend was dealing with an ex who continuously threatened to take her life at the account of us being together. all i wanted to do was help her. but couldn’t. i had a new life to take care of, when i could barely take care of my own self. i lost all my friends. literally, every single one. i never ever could leave the house because of how bad my social anxiety was getting. i found out i had a fractured jaw because of the size of a tumor that was holding it in place. i found out i had a fucking tumor that could have been cancerous. i had reconstructive jaw surgery that ruined the nerve and feeling in my mouth. i could not eat or sleep or talk straight for months. i’m still dealing with the pain. i was consistently working and doing interviews right after my surgery. i was and am still extremely exhausted from this. i never properly allowed myself to rest or heal. i started working with a team that could not fully ever understand me which only added to my frustration, loneliness, and sadness. and again, THIS LIST could go on. but more than anything. i was bullied. as my brand kept getting bigger, i was bullied more. and more. and i couldn’t understand how my work, trying to help and heal people, could bring in such negative responses. i couldn’t understand why there were people who were so eager to tear me apart, they would start to attack my image. everyday people attack the way i look and sound. and this kind of bullying brought back a lot of old feelings that i never dealt with as a kid. growing up i was constantly brought down and picked on because of the way i look. i was never skinny enough. or pretty enough. or i was too hairy. or my teeth were too crooked. or my hair was too nappy. or i was too dark. or i was too “black”. or i wasn’t “black enough”. now, i’m receiving - i’m too stupid or i’m too fake. my writing isn’t good enough. my writing is cliche. i look like a monkey. and so on. and so forth. and as i’m typing these things.. i find myself giggling a bit, wondering why i even allow these things to bother me. but truthfully, all negativity from outside sources bothers me. no matter what form it comes in. i always question, “what have i done to deserve this?” and although i often ignore these nasty comments, i’ve realized i harbor the feelings i receive when i see these comments. embarrassment. frustration. confusion. hurt. disappointment. betrayal. i let these statements affect me to the point where i’m starting to silence my voice. i’m starting to be more afraid to speak up for myself. the thought of confrontation makes me nervous. the thought of even receiving any awful comments makes my stomach flip. so i won’t say anything at all. i’ll keep everything to myself if it’ll keep the mean people and their nasty opinions away. but i’m trying to break out of this. i really am. i’m trying to be more understanding of the way people work. i know.. that the way we treat people is a reflection of the way we treat or view ourselves. meaning.. those who are willing to go out of their way to attack a person for absolutely no reason, ultimately feel that they need to. either because, they don’t have enough love for themselves, to be consumed within themselves and their own positivity, or, simply, they hate themselves just as much as they hate me. and not personally, but mainly, their views of life are formed in a negative and hateful way.. more often than not. idk.. maybe i’m getting too ahead of myself. or maybe i make sense and i’m afraid no one will understand it. lol. but anyway. idk. i’m just glad i got to get these things off my chest because i feel like my readers.. and supporters.. or those who just fuck with me, for whichever reason.. are always looking forward to hearing from me. and i’m trying to, again, be more accepting of the fact that not everyone is going to always like my shit. my writing. my poetry. my points of view. my ideas. and that’s okay. that doesn’t make me any less of an artist or woman or idealist.. and that doesn’t make whomever else any less than either. i’m thankful. for these moments of clarity because they really ground me and put me back in my place. i get to reflect on how i’ve sabotaged my own life.. and i pray that god help me heal from it. the reality of this all is.. i’m my own worse enemy. and i have been.. for most of my life. and i know this because i would have never ever allowed myself to go through all the hardships that i did. i would have never allowed myself to not only deal with half the people i’ve dealt with - but also.. i wouldn’t have allowed myself to be as affected by negativity as i was. all i was doing, and all i’ve been doing, is place energy in places and spaces that my energy was never meant to be. 2016 was the ending. i firmly believe this because there is always a storm before a sunny day. there were times last year when i thought i was out of touch with myself and i couldn’t hear god as clearly as i’m used to.. but really.. s/he was with me all along. guiding me to this place i’m in now. this place of - understanding, acceptance, and gratitude. i’m finally understanding that sometimes we go through shit. sometimes a lot of shit. but what we go through doesn’t define us. it shapes us into the people that we’re ultimately meant to be. stronger. wiser. and happier.. if anything. i’m finally accepting that some things, many things, are out of our control. but we have much more control than we think. the way we react to life will result in our karma. we can choose how to react and ultimately this will help affect all of our situations moving forward. i’m also learning to accept people as they are. everyone will do as they please. and not everyone will be considerate of mine, or anyone else’s, feelings. in knowing this, i have to constantly remind myself to not take anything personal. the longer i feed into other peoples negativity, the longer i’ll be miserable. misery is the result of not fully understanding or not fully having control over certain situations. but the more intuitive we are.. the easier it will be to keep away from misery. and finally.. i’m grateful for the one friend i had all along.. whom i never give enough credit to. my best friend and boyfriend. every single tear that came strolling down my cheek.. he was always here to help wipe and then uplift me. the more silence i become the more he encourages me to speak. even if he, himself, doesn’t fully understand. i’m grateful to god for showing up in all forms. people. places. numbers. symbols. etc. i cannot be anymore thankful for my relationship with god. for not only helping me get through one of the best/worst years of my life.. but also.. for giving me the strength to open up about it. knowing.. that everyone’s perception of me is that i’ve “got it all together.”
—  Reyna Biddy
forest elves and minotaurs

a little something i wrote for @incaseyouart​‘s phan elf au ,, enjoy !!

summary: ((it’s literally just the verbal form of this post here)

words: 1.4k

t/w: none

((it starts a little slow but bare with aha)

Patrolling, as uneventful and inconceivably dull as it was, was probably the most exciting part of Dan’s week.

Which he supposed made his week pretty uneventful and inconceivably dull in itself

Patrolling alone was not particularly interesting at all. Dan had heard enough faeries tell him that their silvery glowing liquid was actually ‘a luminescent forest protection balm’ (instead of what Dan suspected it to be) to last him a few decent lifetimes. And it was just so boring, strolling around one godforsaken area of the forest for hours at a time. That wasn’t what made it interesting, though.

It was more the atmosphere of it all. 

The Darker Forest was the type of place to send shivers cascading down your spine. The breeze crawling through the fog and reaching out at the most unsuspected of moments. Grabbing onto your shoulders, cloaks, your hands, trying to tug you further into it’s depths. 

Dan lived for it. Understandable- it was to be expected of a Dark Elf.
Live in the darkness, and guard the Villages. The boring principles they were all forced to live by. Dan had strayed as far as he possible could from the stereotypes that basically governed them, opting to become a performer and the main storyteller of his village, instead of a guard or night-raiser. Yet, this month, he’d been forced into patrolling instead of performing.

The Council liked to do this sometimes, they didn’t see his storytelling as ‘contributing to their established world’, basically meaning it wasn’t a real job and he needed to pull his weight around the Village. Which he didn’t agree with in the slightest. People went batshit crazy without his stories to brighten up their days, but he guessed he needed somewhere to get his stories from- and if not the Sprite’s villages, the Darker Forest was the prefect place to find them.

Still, this job had nothing on the thrill of entertaining. The Darker Forest creeped him out, plus he was sure all the forest elves, and the river sprites and everyone else hated him for the patrolling and having to interact with everyone he came across. That was okay though, he hated it too. 

Dan stopped moving suddenly. He let out a stale breath, feeling the tree roots behind him slithering under his boots, coiling themselves around his ankles and winding up to his knees.


He needed to move faster. The tree roots around these parts tended to do that if you stood in one spot for too long, Dan figured it had something to do with the faeries ‘luminescent forest protection balm’, doing it’s luminescent forest protecting.

He grabbed at his shoes, tugging the roots from where they had attached themselves to the buckles and trampling on them, breaking into a little jog. He could hear a humming from somewhere nearby, a soft little jingle that made the ominous darkness of the forest seem a little brighter. 

Then it all dimmed again, Dan realising that humming meant people and people meant interaction. Probably a Pixie- it was in their nature to sing and hum and be generally obnoxious. 

Dan moved through the trees as quietly as he could, Pixies tended to overreact and scream when they were surprised- a sequence that often led him into a lot of trouble.

As he drew closer to the sound, he realised it was not a Pixie. It was far too deep in comparison to their strange tinkle and, in Dan’s opinion, far too nice. Something nearby was casting a strange glow now, a greenish light emitting from in front of him, lighting a clear path towards the humming sound. The wind was strengthening and Dan shivered, hiding further into his thick black cloak. The trees blew wildly, leaves raining down from them like raindrops. The sky had begun to darken and the entire forest had that sort of scent like it was about to rain. Dan hated the rain. Too cold and miserable.

He peered through the trees, curious as to see the source of the light.
It definitely was not a Pixie. A boy- a forest elf, sat crouched over a tree. He was sort of strange-looking, dressed all in green, his feet wrapped in leaves and a shawl covered his shoulders, buttoned up with little leaf clasps. 

And he was glowing.

The glow, the greenish one that tinted all the trees and lit up the entire Darker Forest, was coming from this boy, emitting from his hands and face and through the leaves on his feet.

It made Dan stop and stare.

He didn’t quite understand what the boy was doing, he looked to be scavenging around for something at the base of a tree. His hands dug around in the dirt and his cloak shimmered as he moved his head.

Dan groaned. It pained him to have to interact with people, but the protocol basically forced him to ask questions to everyone he came across. This was why he hated patrol. 

“Who are you?” He demanded, marching over to the boy. The elf’s head whipped around quicker than a sprite running from trouble- a little too fast. Dan leapt back as the boy let out a squeal, tumbling to the ground. Falling backwards and jerking his head up to avoid landing on it, in a way that Dan could only describe as about as elegant as a giant sitting down too fast (which wasn’t a pretty sight, and Dan could tell you that from experience).

“Ah, sorry, you startled me!” The boy smiled widely, and Dan was almost intimidated by the sheer glow of cheerfulness in his grin, “My name is Phil!”

“Oh, uh sorry about that,” Dan mumbled, smiling back despite the mask that covered the bottom half of his face. “Here,” He offered a hand out to the boy to pull him up, and he took it gratefully. 

“Thank you,” Phil said.

“No problem. What are you doing in this forest anyways?” Dan chuckled, “It can be dangerous… for someone who literally glows.” He added, mumbling the last part under his breath.

“Well, I was trying to find a plant, but then this squirrel chased me! It was so determined? Maybe it knows there are bigger plans for me in this forest,” Phil rambled, Dan trying his best not to laugh.

“A squirrel? Are you actually kidding me?” Dan giggled, pulling his mask down a little, “But aren’t you like… a forest elf? And you’re scared of a little squirrel?”

Phil beamed, “I know- I’m just a bit weird,” He shrugged. This guy was a complete goofball and Dan couldn’t lie, he was a little worried he was going to get himself killed in the Darker Forest.

“Anyway the plant you were looking for… what was it called?” He tried to spark up a conversation, intrigued at the strange elf.

“Oh! It’s called Sanitas Medela. They grow at the bases of trees like this one,” Phil smiled, gesturing to the tall tree they stood under.

“Did you try looking all around?” Dan questioned.

“Ah, no.”

“I’ll be happy to help!” He offered. It beat patrolling any day.

Phil nodded gratefully, “That’d be amazing.”

Dan pulled his mask back up, following Phil as they began to hunt through the trees, Phil stopping to admire a particular leaf every few seconds.

“Look at this one!” He exclaimed, “The patterning is exquisite!” Dan giggled at Phil’s use of ‘exquisite’ to describe a leaf, and he glanced at the tree.

“It’s, uh, nice.” It was really just a leaf. A very average leaf.

“I know! Beautiful.” Phil smiled, plucking it from the tree and shoving it into his bag. “I think we’re nearby a grove of the tree the Sanitas Medela grows under- we should be able to find one there.”

“Perfect!” Dan smiled.

Phil had begun to talk again as they walked, but stopped mid-sentence, “But I don’t think it’s necessary- that’s one there!” Phil yelled excitedly, rushing to grab the small plant. It was a little underwhelming, Dan had to be honest. Basically just a green stick with some red dots at the end. Nothing special.

“That’s so lucky- these are rare,” Phil seemed so content that Dan couldn’t help but beam, “Thanks for your help…uh…”

“Oh, it’s Howell- but you can call me Dan I guess!” He said, pulling the hood of his cloak down and the mask along with it.

“Nice to meet you, Dan!”

“So, uh, what’s the plant for anyways?”

“It’s one of the best for healing the body,” Phil smiled down at it.

“Are you sick?” Dan questioned, feeling sick to his stomach with worry.

“Not me, but my-“ Phil stopped. His ears perked up at a noise from far away. A low growl, followed by the a cracking sound. Branches snapping. “Uh- what’s that,” He whispered nervously, fear forming in his eyes as he stared, scared, at Dan.

They both turned around. The beast stood, snuffling in the shadows, hidden partly by the trees. It’s great bull-like face showed no emotion but anger, and it’s eyes glowed a sinister red.

“Minotaur.” Dan said shortly, his fingers reaching down to grasp his dagger.

All right, fronds, Tor has announced that starting August 22, they’ll be posting Oathbringer chapters! This is terribly exciting for people who want to read the preview chapters, but for people like me, who want to wait and savor (and liveblog) the whole book at once as opposed to piecemeal and spread out over several months, it’s kind of a source of anxiety…

I know that I’m going to be dodging spoilers for almost three months now (thanks, tor). And while I would never want to dampen people’s enjoyment of the preview novel chapters, I’m adding my request to the pile of people saying, yo please please please tag your spoilers!!! 

Aaaaand as much as I love tumblr, it can be kind of…a complicated endeavor making sure that posts end up where you want them–or don’t. So here’s a friendly review of how to make sure spoilers don’t end up where people who don’t want to see them…won’t.

  1. Read mores are your friends. That little line makes everything so, so much easier to avoid. Read mores are your friends.
  2. Wait until the fifth tag. Here’s one of tumblr’s less well-known features: only the first five tags on a post will show up in the public tag. So if the FIRST tag you put on a post is #brandon sanderson, that shit’s showing up in the #brandon sanderson tag. BUT if you put #one #two #three #four #five #brandon sanderson, (or similar “junk tags”–I tend to use // marks), then we’re all safe. It won’t end up in the tracked tag and it’ll be easier to avoid spoilers in the public, tracked tags. You still maintain organization on your personal blog, because it’s still in YOUR #brandon sanderson tag, but you won’t ruin someone else’s day by having it show up in the public tag with spoilers attached.
  3. The first five tags work the other way, too! No one wants to scream into the void and not get a response–I’m on board with that. So somewhere in your first five tags, put #oathbringer or #oathbringer spoilers or even #stormlight archive spoilers. That way, people reading the preview chapters have a place to go to interact with other people reading the preview chapters, and people who want to go into November fresh and clean and unspoiled can still check the regular SA and Bsandy tags without fearing they’ll get spoiled.
  4. Don’t put reactions in the tags. A lot of people have blacklist settings so that even if a post is blocked, the tags still show up as readable–this makes it easier to see why things were blocked, but it also runs the risk of tags like “#omg and then JASNAH did the THING and I DIED” spoiling even tiny things. Keep tags for…well, tags for a few months, and add additional screaming or reactions to the bottom of your actual post.
  5. Discord and Mibbit are your friends. The nice thing about both messaging services is that you can set up different chats and servers that are subsets of the regular ones. So make a spoiler chat separate from the regular, spoiler-free chat, and go wild.
  6. TAG EVERYTHING! Even if it’s a meme or a stupid shitpost or a vagueblog or something that doesn’t seem like it’s spoilers–TAG IT ANYWAY. If it’s even tangentially related to Oathbringer, TAG IT. Especially memes, tbh. Memes are insidious, and often innocent, but with a closer look, they reveal more than they might have intended. Tag literally everything, even if you don’t think it’s spoilers, even if you think it’s annoying. Those of us avoiding shit will thank you.
  7. KEEP tagging stuff, even after the book is released! Maybe you read the preview chapters and so you’ve got a 300-page headstart, or maybe you speed-read, or maybe you took time off from work just to read, and maybe you finish two days after the book comes out. Keep tagging spoilers. Some people read slower, or have time commitments or work keeping them away from the book, or simply read a few chapters a day to savor it, or want to read faster but can’t because they’re liveblogging it (hello, fronds!). But just because you are finished doesn’t mean everyone else is, and continuing to tag for spoilers is super necessary, even six months–or longer–out from the release date.

All right, I hope that didn’t come out as patronizing or anything. I’ve just found that an occasional reminder of the ins and outs of tumblr’s more useful systems can be super helpful, especially if it’s stuff that newer users might not have encountered yet, like the fifth-tag-rule.

ANYWAY, for everyone starting with the preview chapters, ONLY SEVEN DAYS UNTIL OATHBRINGER!!!! Those of us waiting the remaining 90 days until November 14 thank you in advance for tagging your shit. <3

….shit, 90 days? that’s closer than I thought it was…..guess, I need to get a jump on my WoR reread!!

Congratulations (pt. 1)

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader  
Word Count: 1,790ish
T/W: Slight Smut
A/N: Hello, Gorgeous! So, I got inspired when I finally listened to The Hamilton Mixtape and heard “Congratulations.” I know there’s like no background on this story, but you’re Hamilton’s boss and Jefferson’s “editor.” (He’s not “technically” in your department, but he attends the meetings anyway.) You two also have a thing.

“Unbelievable…” you stared down at the news paper, reading over Hamilton’s article, in which he had attacked yet again another reporter for accusing him of something-or-other and of course he had to respond even though you told him to let it go.

Looking to the clock you swiftly stood from your desk, slightly slamming the office door on your way out, your heels echoed loudly against the floor. The lady at the front desk avoided eye contact with you. She knew a storm was coming. You rubbed your temple; so unready for this meeting, because in reality you had nothing to say to anyone…except Hamilton…you wanted to rip him apart for his poor judgement. Now realizing why he had been avoiding you all week!

You were head of his department and he was supposed to have you review everything he wrote, but he had intentionally added the article last minuet, knowing there was no way you would see it until it was published. And now that it was, everyone would be asking you where he got his information, as you were the one who approved his references and even gave him a lead on where to look from time to time.

“You have invented a new kind of stupid!” you said walking into the conference room, where Hamilton and Jefferson sat across from each other, leaving the head of the table for you. Alexander look nervous, but ready to argue as he looked up when you opened the door and swiftly shut it behind you. Jefferson on the other hand was completely calm, not even looking back when you entered. Madison, Adams, and Burr were all at the table as well, but they kept their gaze glued to the floor, knowing what was coming.

“Ma’am I-” Alexander began, following you with his eyes as you walked to the head of the table, right next to him.

“Truly, you didn’t think this through,” You dropped a folded newspaper onto the table, which created a loud slap as it hit the glass. Hamilton winced a little at the sound as you remained standing, pressing your palms into the glass surface allowing you to lean forward.

“It’s my job, I have to use everything to our advantage. He was accusing me, publicly, of something I didn’t do, so I used his-”

“Alexander! You took a rumor a few, maybe two people knew and you refuted it by sharing his affair!” You scolded him. “Now I’ll have every paper and press in town calling me asking ‘how did you know?’ ‘Who’s your source?’ How do I explain that? Oh, one of my writers is friends with his sister? Sure, they’ll believe that!” You put an emphasis on ‘friends’ knowing fully well that Alexander was more than friends with Maria, who happened to be the reporter’s sister and obviously Alexanders source to her brother and his rival’s, juicy affair.

“Tell them to call me. I’ll take full credit. I’m not afraid to speak my mind. If someone else gets to write his personal beliefs, I should be able to too.” He shifted to glare Jefferson’s direction, who casually raised his eyebrows at Hamilton’s statement, not having to look at him to know who he was talking about. 

“You know why Jefferson can do what he wants? He doesn’t dignify school-yard taunts with a response!” You spat.

Everyone’s eye instantly landed on you, Alexander opened his mouth as to respond, but before he could you raised a warning eyebrow and tilted your head a little, which made him close his mouth and drop his gaze from you.

The room was quiet.

Eventually you looked over to Jefferson, who had a finger curled in front of his mouth to hide a smug smirk. He kept eye contact with you, raising an eyebrow as his smirk grew a little more.

“As for everyone else…this is a prime example of what not to do.” You swept the paper up in your hand and headed back to your office.

The room once again grew quiet.

“Well, congratulations,” Jefferson broke the silence, standing as he slid his hands into his pockets. Sauntering out of the room with a soft smirk still on his face.

He walked past the front desk, past Hamilton’s office, past his, until finally, down the hall and after a turn, he reached your office; where you were already on the phone trying to defend Hamilton, yet admit that it was immature, but not necessarily incorrect. He stood in the doorway leaning against the frame as he watched you pace in front of your desk, as you desperately attempted to explain the situation. He studied the way your hips swayed and you waved your hand pointing in a random direction when you said something snarky and how when you were listening you put that hand on your hip.

“Y-yes, Mr. Washington, I do understand the gravity of the situation, I’m working on it,” was the last thing you said before being hung up on. You glanced over to the door way, seeing Thomas smiling devilishly. “What?” You sighed, walking around your desk, tossing your phone on the wooden surface.

“I think the meeting went well.” He tried not to sound too happy about Hamilton getting torn apart, he closed the door behind him. You slipped out of your heels and sat down, crossing your arms on your wooden desk. “I especially liked ‘He doesn’t dignify school-yard taunts with a response.” He said with a little too much sensuality in his voice as he made his way to you.

“Thomas…what am I going to do with him…he’s a great writer he just needs to…calm down and relax a little!” you said exhausted, dropping your head on top of your arms.

“I think you need to relax too, you’ll figure it out.” Thomas said in a smooth voice as he sat across from you.

You looked up to see those gorgeous brown eyes looking back at you gently. He had his chin rested in his palm as he leaned forward smiling. You couldn’t help, but smile back. Letting out one more sigh before you got up, coming around to sit in his lap, he willingly leaned back to let you. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you felt his hands move to your waist.

“What would I do without you?” You closed your eyes, resting your forehead on his.

“I don’t know Darlin’,” he slid a hand along your thigh before slipping it under your skirt, “what would you do?”

You shivered a little, adoring it when his accent came out a little more, and he knew it! Dragging his hand higher, he softly brushed his fingertips against your skin.

You pulled back a little, smiling at him, “What’s got you excited?”

“I’ve just never seen you so heated  before,” he stole a quick kiss from your lips, “the way you took charge…the way you said my name.”

He started a trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jawline; his lips soon met a sweet spot of yours. You ran a hand through his dark curls, “Mmm…did you lock the door?”

Thomas stopped in his tracks, looking up at you, “Always do, Darlin’.”

You pulled him into a slow and deep kiss. He quickly took this chance to pick you up and set you on the edge of your desk, not breaking the kiss, he pushed your skirt a little higher; you automatically spread your legs allowing him room to step between them. Breaking the kiss as you let out a soft moan feeling his hips against your inner thighs. You moved your hands and swiftly undid his tie, but when you started fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, he grabbed your wrists.

“I thought I was the excited one here? You need to relax.” he smirked as he teasingly tilted his head before kissing the inside of your wrist.

You obeyed by resting your hands against the desk as he undid the buttons on your blouse, revealing your collarbones, “There they are,” he whispered with a smile as he admired the soft pinkish-red marks he had proudly marked you with a few nights ago. He drew you into a passion filled kiss as he continued working your shirt, eventually pushing it down to your elbows. He tauntingly ran the back of his hand down your bare stomach, sending a chill surging throughout your entire body. You pushed your hips forward and you felt him smile into the kiss.

Your hands clung onto his biceps, dropping your head back, when he ran his hands up your thighs. He nipped at your neck, as his thumb slowly massaged you through your lace panties. After a while, he slid the lace fabric off you. Your breathe became more rapid with every kiss he left on your body. You let out a needy whine as he rubbed circles against your clit. 

“Alright, baby.” He kissed your cheek.

He rested his free hand on your back, as you slowly leaned back on the desk. 

“You ready to relax, Darlin’?” Thomas asked, bringing his hand from your back to your hip, but before you could give him an answer you were cut off by your own gasp as he slipped a slender finger into you. 

He captured your lips into a deep kiss, sliding his tongue against your bottom lip, you shamelessly moaned into his mouth as he pumped in and out. Moving his lips to your neck once again as he picked up his pace. Your hand found its way to his curls as you slightly tugged on them, while the other gripped onto the desk.

“Oh fu-” 

There was a sharp knock on your door, your eyes shot open in shock and you lifted your head a little.

“W-who is it?” You managed to call out, as Thomas continued to work his magic on you.

“Alexander, ma’am. I was hoping we could talk about…what to do next?”

“I know what to do next,” Thomas whispered, adding another finger.

“Oooh-kay, j-just a moment!” you yelled, repressing a moan. 

You felt a familiar pressure build in your stomach, but Thomas pulled his fingers out and you whined at the loss of pleasure. He helped you sit back up.

“Better get the door, baby.” He teased, licking his fingers clean with a wink. 

You could only reply with a desperate groan as you watched him. Realizing Hamilton was still outside your door you rushed to button your shirt, tuck it into your skirt, and just as you were reaching for your lace underwear, Thomas took them, shoving the fabric into his pocket with a smirk. You gave him a flustered and slightly worried look, as you pulled your skirt down, flattening the wrinkles out with your hand.

“If you want them, you’ll have to stop by my office.” He kissed your cheek, giving your ass a love tap. 

Thomas walked with you to the door, kissing you one last time, smiling at how needy you were in the kiss. You opened the door, Alexander immediately turned to face you and gave a shocked look when he saw Thomas standing beside you. You took a deep breath and tried to think of something to say, but your mind was still racing about what had just happened.

“So, we’ll talk about that idea a little later then? This seems like a much bigger problem, I mean his is pretty bad, anyway my office later? ” Thomas winked before he left your office, “Hamilton,”  he nodded, walking past him.

“Jefferson…” Alexander said bitterly.

“Well…come in,” you walked back to your desk, as Hamilton let himself in.

You sat back in your chair, this was going to be a very long and tiring conversation…

Five Times Enjolras Almost Proposed to Grantaire, and Twice He Did

@ionlyrunfromshameyour wish is my command. Established ExR, Modern AU, fluffy as fluffy can be.

Grantaire bounced on the balls of his feet, barely able to contain his excitement as the line into the Louvre inched forward. “So I know I’ve said it like a bajillion times, but I really appreciate you coming here with me.”

“It’s not like it’s a hardship for me to spend time with you on our vacation to Paris,” Enjolras said, amused. “I may not be as into art as you, but there’s some great pieces in the Louvre – Delacroix’s Liberty Leading the People; Meissonier’s The Barricade, rue de la Mortellerie, June 1848; Vien’s The Triumph of the Republic…I could go on.”

Rolling his eyes good-naturedly, Grantaire looped his arm through Enjolras’s and leaned his head against his shoulder. “Naturally, I should have guessed where your interest would lie. Just promise me you’re not going to pull a Bastille reaction and start crying.”

Enjolras scowled at him. “Look, it was our first night in Paris, I had had a bit too much wine at your insistence, I would remind you, and it’s an emotional part of history.”

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2.5k words | ROMANCE/ANGST 
no warnings
(unnamed OC)

I wrote this a few years ago, sent it to @seoulscapes today and she said it suited Jungkook. So here is this old piece, minimally reworked, to make up for the fact that the AU I’m working on is taking eight thousand years. Please enjoy, and let me know how this made you feel.

Originally posted by sugutie

She strode into the room, hair wild, eyes wild, a delighted smile stretched across her red lips, red maybe from lipstick or maybe from the cold. Her friend talked and she listened, responding without words but with laughter, until she said, “Yeah, I always knew something like that would happen,” her voice smooth and velvety.

He watched her, the sun glinting through the window and into her eyes just so, brightening the color from meters away, and he let out a gust of breath before swallowing.

She glanced at him for a millisecond—long enough for her to register there was a person where he sat, but not long enough to take him in. He wished she’d look back toward him again.

She didn’t. Instead, her friend lead her to the counter to order their coffees, her back stayed facing him as she waited for her drink. Her legs were defined even through the thick material of her leggings, and her coat hid anything above her thighs. He imagined her running—long distance, perhaps—in the loose Nike shorts, her muscles working under her skin. Maybe she swam laps, shoulders defined to match her calves, the one piece showing off the strength of her upper back. He wanted her to turn around, so he may see the life in her face again.

When she did, her eyes stayed away from him, focused on wrapping her scarf around her neck more tightly. She pulled her hair away from her face, only to roll her eyes when it went back right where it had been. It blew back when she opened the door and the chill came rushing toward her.

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I got you anon! Just assume everything is the same, but without them kissing each other for even once during their routes. This will be including semi-AU scenarios, so I hope you don’t mind about it :) Its literally the longest I’ve ever written omg ~Admin Kei


-It was a few weeks after the official announcement of their relationship, when Zen and MC are watching a romantic movie in his house

-While they’re watching midway through the movie, the romantic scenes were getting cheesier, which somewhat left them in an awkward mood

- Being the sensitive type, he couldn’t help but stole a few glances towards his side. There she was, holding her cheeks on her palms, slightly blushing. It seems that she was really concentrated on the movie, since her soft gaze never left the television screen.

-A few minutes had passed and none of them dared to say a word. He was feeling even more conscious now, he thought, as he tried to find somewhere else to distract himself from the movie; he never thought that watching a movie that contains particular…kiss scenes with a female he confessed his love on could be such intense.

-“Get a grip, Zen. You know you’re better than this.” He mentally slapped his cheeks, putting his thoughts towards their recent relationship. They did occasionally share some physical intimacy, but it seems like its missing something…oh. His gaze landed back on the screen; the kiss is still ongoing.

-“I never even kissed MC…I’m so stupid.” Deciding that he should repay back her feelings on how she supported him throughout the time she’s joined RFA, he simply turned off the TV with the remote, which immediately gained back MC’s attention towards him.

-“W-What?” she blinked in confusion, as her thoughts soon returned to the atmosphere around the house. Before she could further ask what’s going on, he held onto her chin with his fingers, slowly pulling her towards him.

-The first kiss they shared on the lips was mild and sweet; her lips were pretty soft too, he thought. Although she knew that he did not dare to delve in further, she could still feel his hidden feelings that were waiting so desperately to be shown to her, and it was crazy. It truly shows how both of them love each other, considering time was not a factor at that moment.


-There’s still a few months left before their official wedding, when they arrived at a particular high-class restaurant for dinner.

-“I love the quiet atmosphere here, Jumin, thanks for inviting me.” She said, as he pulled the seat for her to sit in. “As long as its for you, I wouldn’t mind at all.” He he softly replied with a smile, as he eventually sat in front of her.

-After he ordered food from the menu, both of them began to share a conversation relating to the wedding and perhaps even their honeymoon in the future. Even when he’s a bit tired from all the working in his company, talking to his fiancée really restores his energy right away.

-“Sorry, I’ll be right back.” She stood up from the chair, slowly heading towards the bathroom. He did not reply, but instead kept his gaze on her back; the way her dress sways whenever she took a step, her hair bouncing up and down and the smile that seems to be lingering on the back of her head, all of them intrigues him. He just loves every part of her well-being, whether its her appearance or not.

-When he took a glance towards his surroundings, he realized that another couple was sitting at the farthest table, well…kissing. He did not particularly mind them showing affection in a public place, but it certainly reminded him that not even once did they ever kissed on the lips before, even after he proposed during the RFA party.

-After MC came back from the bathroom, they continued to eat while sharing a pleasant talk, as if nothing had happened before.

-Eventually, as they were sitting on his car with his driver on the front seat, he stares at her with a strange expression, leaving MC in a blank state. “Jumin?”

-He did not reply again, but instead placing his right hand on her cheek tenderly, initiating a kiss right before she could react from it. The kiss was somewhat rough, but she does not mind; not only she could feel the warmth crept up from his body, but also the long suppressed love he have been wanting to show her all this time. It was particularly enjoyable and memorable to both of them.


-It was another random day of them scrolling through the chatroom together in his home, when he came through a particular topic discussed by Zen and Seven.

Seven: I’ll give you a virtual kiss if you want some company Zen <3 <3

Seven: *inserts heart emoji here*

Zen: *inserts awkward emoji here*

Zen: I would rather get kissed by a fan than you Seven.

-“Yoosung, what’s wrong?” Oops. He hasn’t even realized that he zoned out a bit, while looking at the screen in front of him. “U-Um, its fine, MC! Nothing’s wrong!” He waved his hand to reassure her.

-When he returned his gaze towards the conversation that both Seven and Zen shared, he realized that their relationship hasn’t even advanced further, ever since he confessed his love towards her. He appreciates how she stayed by his side even when he tried to compare her with Rika, which he knows he shouldn’t do that in the first place, but he really wished that he could know more about her in-depth.

-”Why did I even decide to scroll through the chatrooms anyway…” He sighed mentally, knowing that they haven’t shared a kiss, for even once. Maybe he could do something about it?

-Unfortunately, his self-consciousness told him that it’ll probably be too early to do so, so he wasted a few hours playing multiplayer games with her, talking, cooking, the usual routine.

-“Maybe I shouldn’t be too subtle about it and instead ask her directly? Yup, this is definitely the best idea, even though I didn’t have my first kiss yet! Go Yoosung!” He kept making pep talks to himself during the meantime and its almost driving him into a non-stop blushing madness; its still a surprise that she haven’t noticed this yet.

-As soon as its almost time for her to leave, he simply grabbed onto her wrists, implying her to stay for a bit longer. “C-Can I kiss you before you leave?”

-When he saw that she froze on the spot, he took the chance and grabbed onto her shoulders, giving her a simple kiss. He did not dare to move, but it feels kind of tingly and nice, he thought. He could even smell the faint scent from her minted lip balm, which reminds him to buy more of those when he got time.


-It was just like any normal day in the café, but with MC helping her with the washing instead.

-“I really appreciate your help, MC, but it’ll be very tiring if you stayed with me for the whole day.” She said, with sadness added in her tone. She wouldn’t want her to be stressed out with the large amount of work, considering how she truly understands the meaning of being stressed when she’s still Jumin’s assistant.

-“I’m totally fine, Jaehee! Looking at the customer’s smiles always give me a boost of energy, plus its not that I have a lot to do anyway.” MC replied joyfully, as she continues washing the plates piled onto the sink.

-“Wow, she’s just so innocent…but that’s what I like about MC though.” She thought with a slight smile, complimenting the RFA coordinator in her mind. Ever since MC joined the RFA and befriended her, her sole existence already gave her a lot of confidence on being direct towards her own feelings. If its not MC who joined the RFA by accident, she might’ve been stuck being Jumin’s assistant, or worse, going to the hospital frequently because of over-stressing herself and a lack of sleep for almost every weekday.

-Before her thoughts could drift along any further, all the lights in her café suddenly went into an outage; the sun already setting didn’t help much too. Several customers began opening the flashlight from their phones, but the café is still very much pitch black, considering how its not really crowded.

-Its even worse when there’s already inches of snow being piled up against the door. Yup you’ve guessed it; it happened during December.

-“Jaehee?” She turned her head towards the source of sound, “I-I’m quite scared of the dark.”

-As soon as she saw MC’s crouching figure, she immediately put her arms around her, stroking her back softly. When the lights seemed that it wouldn’t turn back on for a while, she knew the only way to give MC full comfort. It is not the best choice, but if its MC, she’s willing to do anything to keep her safe.

-As their lips were connected for a while, it successfully calmed down MC in a surprising state. It wasn’t really the first kiss they had imagined to be, but it was more of a reassuring kind instead. For both of them, its simply worth more than a thousand words.


-It was a quiet night in his apartment, when MC’s the only one falling asleep peacefully.

-“Why do I have to work overnight again…” He let out a soft sigh, showing his frustration on a certain someone. Getting tired from staring at the computer screen while drinking Dr. Pepper, he stretched himself to get more comfort from sitting on a computer chair.

-While he was busy with closing all the useless tabs, his gaze landed on a folder with MC’s name on it. He clicked on it out of curiosity and sure enough, its mostly about the background information he researched when she first joined RFA by accident.

-His thoughts simply drifted off the 11 days before the start of an unexpected RFA party; all these years having to act for an optimistic personality online, with MC  suddenly popping up and knowing how to respond most of his weird phrases, was clearly something that he did not expect at all.

-Not to mention meeting his twin brother in such an unfortunate incident, which led him into despair and for once, breaking out from the façade and showing his true, pessimistic personality. He always thought that he should repay the debt from treating her with coldness during the time he’s in Rika’s apartment, but he just doesn’t know how.

-He simply hates how he’s always so emotional during the night. As he landed his gaze on her sleeping figure, he felt a sense of calmness radiating from her. If she did not appear, all of these incidents wouldn’t even happen, especially being her boyfriend-

-“Wait…we’re in a relationship for almost a month and we still haven’t kissed? How?!” He continuously scratched his head in irritation, “Should I do that? Right now?”

-“But it might wake her up-“ “Alright, here goes.” He slowly tiptoed towards his bed, as he crouched down below her sleeping figure. Seeing MC’s beautiful face already made him into a blushing madness. He isn’t like this-

-He gently pulled her forward with his right hand, as he then tilted his head and gave her a sweet kiss. He tries to move forward, but he knows it’ll instantly wake her up. He lingered the kiss to further savor the moment, he realizes she sort of tastes like toothpaste and it was the best kiss he ever initiated.

Title: You’re Safe With Me

@sginger1995​ requested: Could you do a story where a new resident moves into max’s building and she has an ex thats abusive that she had kids with and max starts acting like a dad for them and a husband for the new resident?

Character(s): Max and Reader
Summary: Max didn’t expect for you, the new tenant, to be newly divorced with two young children. However, the more time he spent with you, the more he realized that you had taken him out of the walls and shown him a world that he always knew he could live. 
Word Count: 2,465
Warning: Fluff! Mention of domestic abuse!! 
Author’s Note: Ahh!!! I have been waiting so long to write this request. If anyone that knows me knows that Max is my #1 weakness (Denny coming in a close second). He is bae and one of my favorite characters that JDM has played. I know. Something must be wrong with me, right? Anyway, @sginger1995, thank you so so much for requesting this! I loved the idea behind it and I couldn’t wait to start writing! I hope you enjoy it! :-)

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Apologies Part 2 - Mitch Marner

or the one where auston regrets everything he’s ever said (and mitch thinks it’s hilarious)

for anon and @kanertemishaw

lowercase intended 

part 1 

word count: 1094

warnings: none

a/n: takes place one or two months after the first one. this was fun to write :))

Originally posted by codyglasser

“does he remember anything from that night?” you asked, looking at the turtleneck hung up in your closet. when mitch told you he wanted you to meet the team (including a sober auston matthews) after practice, you immediately hit the mall and bought a turtleneck. if you were going to meet his team, you wanted your chest to be covered adequately.

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A Soft-Hearted Idealist Forged in The Fires of “Who Gives A Shit?”

I used to be friends with this kid named Min. Friends? Frenemies. We were both in Gifted and Talented classes, and shared a mutual friend who I still say hi to, from time to time. Min claimed he was from North Korea, though I had no idea what the significance of that would’ve been, being in second grade and all. Anyway, Min was a dick.

We almost always spent recess together, even though he constantly made fun of me. He was really into Star Wars, Mortal Kombat, and Killer Instinct. We’d LARP our characters against one another, mine pulled from my ass and his, some combination of traits drawn from those sources. He always won. I was never allowed. Our friendship, if it could be called that, was very frustrating for me. I thought he was funny, and wanted him to be nice to me. He drew on my art and dumped the remains of his lunch onto my tray, instead. I took to calling his house, waiting for his mom to pick up, and then flushing the toilet into the receiver. 

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Ex’s Talk

A/N- Hey it’s Blake. I hope you guys like this I spent a while on it and I hope it doesn’t confuse you. Love you all.

You were asked to do this video and against your better judgement you said yes. You were doing a video where you had to talk with your ex. You would be asked questions about your relationship and all. You hated thought that you had to sit in front of Shawn for an hour or so and talk to him about what the two of you use to be. You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss him, but you also weren’t sure you were ready to see him again.

“Okay Y/N so what we’re going to do is interview for a few minutes while Shawn’s being interviewed in the other room. Then we’ll bring him in here and get started with the questions. You are free to end it at anytime or take a break. You ready?” the woman asked you as you sat in your place.

“Yeah, let’s get this over with.” you said and the camera started rolling.

“Y/N will you just sum up your relationship Shawn. How it started ” the woman asked you.

“Well Shawn and I were friends for about 5 months. We were super close and we both liked each other and couldn’t deny it any longer. We started dating and it was amazing. We dated for just over 2 years and then it ended.” you told the camera.

“Okay that’s perfect. I’ll go check and see if Shawn is ready.” the woman left a room.

You scrolled through your social media while you waited. You passed a few pictures of you and Shawn from back when you were dating. It had only been 3 months since you guys broke up and you still weren’t 100%. You weren’t even sure why you said yes to this, because he wasn’t even near you and you felt like crying. You looked up from your phone when you heard the door open. Shawn was following behind the woman and looking at the ground. When he got to his chair that’s when he finally made eye contact with you. He gave a small smile then looked down at his hands.

“Hey Y/N.” he said looking at you again.

“Hey.” you nearly whispered.

It was really awkward and you wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. You each had 4

cards with questions that the other had to answer. It didn’t seem like Shawn was going to start so you decided to start.

“I guess I’ll start. So my first question is what is one thing you miss about being in a relationship with me?”

“So much. Driving around when you can’t sleep, movie days, listening to all your dreams, seeing you out in the crowd when I preform, showing you new ideas, writing about you, sleeping to-” he would have kept going but you cut him off.

“I said one.” you said softly laughing.

“You always cutting me off when I would go on and on about stuff.” he said looking into your eyes which you looked away.

“My first question is if you could relive one thing from our relationship what would it be?”

You thought about this for a second before responding. There was so much you wanted to relive. You couldn’t just pick one.

“Either going on tour with you and getting to watch you sing all the time or just quality time at home.”

“I always knew you were my biggest fan.” he said smiling at you.

“I still am. Anyways next question. Did you really love me?” you asked and you saw Shawn look at you hurt.

“No doubt about it. Did you ever feel like I didn’t?” he asked straying from his questions on his card.

“Is that your next question?”

“Sure.” he said just wanting to know what you had to say.

“No. You gave me everything I could wish for. The best 2 years of my life.” you said feeling guilty he might have thought he wasn’t good enough.

“Good. I wanted the best for you.” there was a pause before you asked you next question.

“Did you ever feel like I was slowing you down?” you asked.

“No, but yes.” he said and you looked at him a bit offended. “You distracted me while on tour, but in the good way of course. I loved having you there by my side. You gave me inspiration. Singing without you now just feels pointless.” you started feel emotional as he continued. “I- I haven’t really had motivation to do anything lately. You know? Like I can’t sing like I use to, I just sound sad. I just miss you and love you so much.”

Guilt was written all over your face and you felt like you were about to cry. Shawn just said he loved you and missed you. He said he was sad without you and things weren’t good. They weren’t good with you either, especially now.

“I need a minute.” you said getting up and walking out of the room.

You leaned up against the wall as you felt your emotions take over. You started to cry. God you thought you could do this, but you couldn’t. You wanted him back so bad and hearing that he missed you and couldn’t function like he use to hurt. You calmed down and wiped away you running makeup. You took a deep breath than opened the door and walked back to your chair across from Shawn.

“You okay?” Shawn asked placing a hand on your knee.

“Yeah. Sorry about that, who’s turn is it?” you asked taking another deep breath.

“Mine. How are you doing about this whole break up?” Shawn asked you.

“Good.” you said confidence nowhere in your voice.

“Really? You don’t look to good. I mean you look amazing as always, but there isn’t that light behind your eyes anymore.” Shawn said and your heart was pounding.

You just wanted to tell him that you were still madly in love with him and wanted him back, but is wasn’t the time.

“I mean no I’m not fine and I feel like I never will be, but it was two great years of my life and I miss it.”

“I miss it too.” he told you.

“Do you still love me?” you read off your next card and you start to regret doing this whole thing. You already knew his answer from the previous answers, but you didn’t want it to be true.

“Yes. 100 and 10 percent yes. You were and still are the love of my life. Always have been always will be.” you could swear you heard both your hearts beating in sync. You two were meant to be.

“My last question is why did we break up?” he asked and the night it all ended flooded back to you.

5 months ago…

You felt like you were dragging him down. He loved being able to tour all over the world and you were asking him to stop for a bit. He didn’t deserve that ad although her agreed to it, you felt guilty. You were sitting alone in your shared apartment when you decided it was you that was the issue. You packed up your stuff and left only leaving behind a note that simply said ‘i’m sorry it had to end this way, but I don’t want to be the reason.’ you blocked him on everything and refused to read all the articles about your break up. Nobody knew why you did it except you, Shawn didn’t get much of an explanation so you knew the online sources were 100% wrong.

“Um well basically I just felt like you could do better without someone like me. I was home alone and asked you to come home from tour and you were so willing, but I felt so guilty. I packed up and left, I thought it was just the best way to end it. I didn’t want to see you get hurt.” you explained.

“You never told me why or where you went. I didn’t know if you were safe and I have barely slept since. Y/N you never need to feel guilty. I said yes to coming home because I missed you and needed you. When I go home to an empty apartment I had no idea what happened and I thought the worst.”

“I’m sorry Shawn. I should have told you and given you and better explanation. But the past is in the past and I can’t change that. Now you know I’m safe so go home and sleep.” you suggested and he just looked at you.

“Okay one last question for the both of you.” the woman behind the camera said. “Shawn would you give Y/N a second chance and Y/N would you give Shawn a second chance.”

“Without a doubt yes.” Shawn said looking at you. “Come on Y/N we can make it like nothing ever happened.” he said softly and you nodded your head.

“Yeah I definitely would.” you smiled up at him and he took that as a sign to stand and pulled you into a kiss.

“I’ve missed you so much Y/N. I love you. Thank you.” he said into the kiss.

You pulled away and you felt different. It was as if Shawn was all you needed to make you feel complete again.

“I love you too Shawn.” you told him then the cameras cut.

Felicity x Dinah x Thea (mentions of olicity) || ao3 || teen || light angst || 1476 || more fics

summary: prompt: the ladies of team arrow seek revenge against Susan Williams (thank you, @blackcanarydinah)
a/n: happy birthday bb!! i hope you enjoy (: 

p.s - the c-word gets dropped once in this fic. idk i know some people don’t like that word so i thought i would warn

Normally, Felicity wasn’t the type to get her hands dirty. She didn’t mind being on the field of course; she did it when she had to. And right now she definitely had to. It wasn’t technically a mission. Not one that Oliver had given a stamp of approval on. Well, he can’t approve something he doesn’t know about. That was beside the point. What she was doing was important. What she, Thea, and Dinah were doing was important.

“The alarm has been disabled,” she whispered, “And security cameras are offline.”

The three of them walked right into Susan Williams’ apartment building without a problem. She was able to find the exact room with just as much ease. The place was nice. A lot nicer than the average local news reporter would be able to afford.

“You sure you still wanna do this, babe?” Dinah asked.

Felicity nodded, “I need to,” she said, “Oliver would do the same for any of us.”

Dinah couldn’t argue with that. She might not have been on the team for very long, but she already fit well. The other woman got along with everyone on the team and was protective of her and Thea.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Dinah nodded to the door.

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Without you

Summary: Steve blames himself for your death. You want him to know that it’s not his fault, and that you love him no matter what.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1.209

Warnings: Major character death, all the angst, crying Steve

A/N: Listen, I’m sorry. This was actually part 2 of a planned Steve x Reader that had a much happier ending planned, but after part 3 I didn’t felt like continuing the story and I decided to rewrite part 2. So yeah, the reader is dead, so proceed at your own risk.

Originally posted by theworldofshipping801

Steve sat on the ground of his apartment, surrounded by bottles of beer. He knew he couldn’t get drunk, but that way he at least had something to do. His eyes were bloodshot and they hurt.

The tears had stopped streaming a long time ago. The sadness had been replaced by pure hatred. He hated Hydra for what they did to you. He hated Fury because he assigned them for this mission. But mostly he hated himself.

Tony had sent him home. After two weeks of him sitting in your room, staring into space and doing nothing, Tony had thought Steve needed to take a break. He knew that the others just wanted to help him, so he didn’t argue. He had taken a cab to his apartment in Brooklyn. He didn’t exactly know how he ended up sitting here.

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I Know Your Dirty Little Secret - Chapter 2

Hi guys,

Thank you so much for your re-blogs, likes and comments, they are a huge encouragement. Sorry this has taken some time to post but real life has been a bit chaotic and that combined with writer’s block has not made for productive writing, but here it is.

There is one more chapter to come so keep an eye out for that one

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

“So what is the plan guys?” Veronica broke the silence on the table. She wanted to know who it was so that she could support Betty through it. Unless she wasn’t telling them who it was because it was someone she shouldn’t be seeing. Then she may need to talk some sense into her. Either way she needed to know. Part of the new and improved Veronica was being there for her friends.

“Well Kevin I think you need to go full Gossip Girl on this. Check all your sources. Someone must have seen something.” Cheryl started fully embracing her role as leader of team “Find Betty’s Dirty Little Secret”. She couldn’t bring them this gold mine to see them squander it away.

“On it.” Kevin nodded in agreement. His phone already out and at the ready, sending texts to his most trusted sources on all that was Riverdale High. Cheryl turned to Veronica next.

“Veronica, you need to work that BFF vibe you got going on, see if she will open up to you.” Archie decided that this was getting out of hand, if Betty wanted to keep something private then maybe they should let her be.

“Is anyone else concerned that we are currently taking direction from Cheryl to spy on one of our closest friends.” He then thought about what Cheryl had just said. “Anyway aren’t I the best friend.”

“Archie if Betty is dating someone the last person she is going to tell is you.” Veronica interjected.

“Yeah especially after the dance after party incident.” Kevin added, still not quite forgiving Archie for that move.

“And don’t worry Archie there is a role for you as well.” Cheryl concluded. “You live across from Betty’s house, you are going to be our eyes and ears at her home.”

“And what will you be doing exactly Cheryl. Besides ordering us around.” Veronica asked.

“I, my little sad breakfast club, will be getting my best minions on the case, they will sniff out whatever is going on here. Trust me, they learned from the best. Although lately they have been starting to lose their game, they need something like this to re-invigorate them.”

They all nodded in unison at the plan, except for Archie who just watched on at the madness unfolding in front of him.


Veronica found Betty the next day sitting on her own in the student lounge. Her notepad was on her lap and she was chewing on her pen staring off into the distance. Veronica sat next to her, handing her a caramel, white chocolate which she had recently learned was Betty’s hot drink of choice. Betty was broken out of her day dream by the hot drink thrust in front of her face which she took gratefully.

“So Betty, you know how we are basically BFFs now?”

“Yeah.” Betty answered cautiously taking a sip from her cup.

“Well you know you could tell me anything.” She was sincere in her statement, she liked Betty and felt that although they had only know each other a short time that theirs was one of those friendships that would be forever.

“I’m not sure I understand what you are asking?”

“Well let’s say hypothetically that you were seeing someone romantically, or not even romantically just you know” She let the statement hang there, a quirk of her eyebrow to get the message across. “You could tell me. No judgement.”

“I’m not seeing anyone.” Betty answered chirpily. Returning her gaze to the drink in front of her not wanting to look Veronica in the eyes.

“But you could tell me.” Veronica continued noticing the blonde’s nervousness at her line of questioning.

“I know I could, but really there is nothing to tell.” Betty insisted.

“Cheryl saw you covering up hickeys in the boy’s locker room.” Veronica could not contain it any longer, she had been holding onto the information since yesterday and needed to get it out.

“What?!” Betty’s hand automatically went to her neck.

“Ah-Ha.” Veronica exclaimed. “OMG Betty you need to spill.”

“Honestly it’s nothing.” Betty muttered through clenched teeth, hoping that Veronica would lower her voice in line with hers. She didn’t need the whole student lounge hearing about this.

“Oh my god, it’s Trev isn’t it?! I knew that whole nothing happened was a lie. Betty Cooper you are in so much trouble.” Veronica excitedly whispered.

“I guess.” Betty took another sip of her drink admitting defeat. It technically wasn’t lying if she just didn’t correct her. Besides it would but her sometime until she knew exactly what her and Jughead were before opening it up to the full scrutiny of their friends and the student population.

“We need to find Kevin so he and I can grill you together.” Veronica stated excitedly, dragging a reluctant Betty along with her to go find Kevin.


“Did you guys hear?” Kevin managed to get out while he furiously tried to catch his breath so that he could continue. “That Betty.” He held out a finger to them indicating that he needed them to wait for him to catch his breath. He leant over bracing his hands on his knee, and took a couple of deep breaths.

Jughead was patiently waiting for what Kevin had to say, he hadn’t seen Betty at school today and she hadn’t texted him, so he wanted to know what about Betty had Kevin so worked up.

“Is dating Trevor, Betty is dating Trevor, ex footballer.” He exclaimed, the pride clearly showing on his face and his tone that his girl had nabbed herself one of the good ones.

“What?” Jughead was the first to speak.

“You missed this yesterday at lunch. Cheryl found Betty in the boy’s locker room covering some hickeys, which led Cheryl to organising a man hunt to find out who gave them to her.”

“And the result of this manhunt is Trevor!” Kevin said excitedly, practically beaming. “I knew it wasn’t just a fact finding mission. Didn’t you?” He directed his question to Jughead who still had a blank expression on his face, trying to comprehend what was going on. “Never mind.” Kevin said exacerbated. “I know you don’t care about these things anyway.”

“Well as long as she’s happy.” Archie replied. “Isn’t that right Jughead?” He turned to his friend who was already grabbing his bag and making a move from the table.

“Yeah, sure. I need to, um, get something before next period.” He said as he stuffed his laptop into his bag.

“Cool man, see you in history.” Archie replied casually.

“Yeah sure.” Jughead answered not really listening already on the move.

“I cannot believe I made the sprint across the lawn for those two lack luster reactions. My gossiping skills are truly wasted on you two.” Kevin sighed.

Thanks for reading, sorry for the lack of Bughead interaction but there is more to come next time.

In other news sooo excited for the new episode tomorrow.

Chapter 3


An Adventure With Peter Parker Pt. I (Peter x reader)

Hello lovies, hope your day is mighty fine. Sorry if this long or short I don’t know what the normal length with be but I hope you enjoy! xx

Description: A series of adventures and stories do you the reader and Peter Parker.

Today:You and Peter went for a swim and things almost happened?¿? Natasha than came in and made everything 100% more awkward and confusing.

Warnings: Slight cursing

It was a quiet evening in the tower. Everyone had been training all day so they could currently be found relaxing by the tv or in their rooms. Except for you and Peter, who both trained with Steve today, along with Nat, Bucky, and Sam.

Not fun.

Peter had asked if you wanted to go for a swim later on to relax and hang out. An offer which you gladly excepted since he was the only Avenger your age at the tower, besides you two had a thing. Nothing even close to anything, but something.

When you went down to the pool you found him there, sitting at the edge of the pool in his swim trunks. You knew he was deep into his head considering he didn’t notice you until your phone fell off the towel you had on a chair to the ground.

“Oh he-hey Y/N” He stuttered quite surprised.

You just smiled as he tinted blush on his cheeks, “ Hey Spiderboy.” He hated being called that so it was expected that he rolled his eyes in return.

Peter was going to complain but choked on words as you took of your oversized NASA shirt, revealing just your black mesh bikini. You felt his eyes on you but you actually felt more confident.

“Peter Parker get some manners.” The playfulness jumping out of your voice as you walked over to him. It took him a second to pull it together.

“I think we should come up with a name for you.” He planted at you.

Giving him a curious look you asked, “What’s wrong with Y/N?” Being it was your given name.

“I just think it’s unfair, I mean you call me Spiderboy, and it’s less fun when you don’t have a nickname.” You didn’t understand his logic but let him try to find a suiting one.

He pondered for a minute as you both sat on the pool edge, your feet dipped in the warm water. When the lightbulb in his eyes got noticeably brighter he started spitting out ideas.

All of them were either cliché or just bad. At some point he started spilling out names already used.


“Latest Star Wars.” You said, informing him of all his sources.


“You mean the greek goddess? No.” Totally out of character, sure she was the goddess of hunting, forest, the hills, and moon, but archery. That’s Clint’s greek mythological character.


“Peter that’s just sad and offensive.”

“She-Devil?” He smirked at that one, in which you took slight offense.

“That’s it im done with this.” You followed that by hoping in the pool but as you swam away something tugged your foot and pull you back.

“Why the hell do you still have that on you? It’s a pool.“ You asked as Peter took his webbing off of your foot.

“I mean for what I just did, you know it’s rude to walk away in the middle of a conversation.” He answered as you rolled your eye at him.

Swimming up to him, you let your arms and chin rest on his legs as he took of his webbing. You really hated that stuff, it was brilliant, but a pain in the ass to get out of.

“I thought when you asked if I wanted to go swimming after training that we’d actually swim.” That’s when he stood up and back up to the pool chairs.

You knew what was coming, suddenly he was running and jumped over your head into the pool. Water flew everywhere as it covered most of the floor around the pool.

Peter and you spent a while playing water games like Marco Pollo, or racing each other. Peter didn’t play fair all the time, being you were a faster swimmer than him.

This time you were tied 7-7 and this was the winning race. Almost to the finish side of the pool with Peter behind you he pulled your ankle back, but this time as you came up for air he was right there looking at you.

Both of your eyes were bloodshot from the chlorine but you just stayed, slightly stunned at your close proximity and his hand on your waist just by your back.

“Peter.” You manage to get in a small voice.

“Yeah Y/N?” He answered back but before you could find or speak any words something hurdling towards you came into your peripheral vision. Plummeting yourself underwater was the first reaction you had.

Then you noticed Peter talking to someone so you popped up like a rabbit. That’s when Nat’s presence was finally noticed.

“I didn’t want you two to get too thirsty with all that swimming so I brought you something to drink.” She said clearly wanting to make the whole situation more uncomfortable.

You looked at Peter and saw the can of Coca-Cola in his hand, identifying it as what you saw in the air.

“Anyways we were planing on watching a movie in a bit, along with ordering pizza. I was gonna see if you wanted to watch, unless I interrupted something?” She added which caused both you and Peter to shake your heads frantically while replying no in unison.

“Ok well we’re starting in half an hour so I guess i’ll see you both there.” With that she left and the both of you just floated there.

“Well um, I’m just going to go take a shower and change…so I guess I’ll meet you, I mean see you there.” You stuttered out.

“Oh uh, yeah yeah I’ll see you there.” He managed to get out.

As both of you climbed out there was a silence the whole time. Both tried not to look at each other but you could feel Peter taking glances as you dried off and put your shirt back on.

You couldn’t breath until you got into the shower, watching the shampoo and soap go down the drain as you rinsed the chlorine out.

Damn Natasha.

Meanwhile with Peter.

He couldn’t believe that just happened, what did happen?

He didn’t even know how you ended up in that situation, one second you were just racing and the next you two were so close. What would’ve happen if Nat hadn’t come in?

“Hey there Underoos.” Tony said coming into the kitchen. Peter jumped as his voice snapped him out of his thoughts of you.

“You ok there buddy? That can isn’t going to open itself you know.” Tony made him nervous, because well he was Tony Stark, his idol. He was always afraid of messing up in front of him.

“Oh yeah, of course sir.” As Peter was about to open the can it suddenly did it itself. Well except it was Wanda as she came into the kitchen.

“Who says it can’t open itself?” She asked Tony. Everyone than came in the kitchen to get either bowls of chips, or popcorn, and their own drinks.

Y/N still hasn’t come down, was all Peter thought as he watched the steps awaiting your entrance. He didn’t realize that Nat saw him doing so. That’s why when you finally came into the room with your hair in a messy bun, shorts and a sweatshirt she made a comment.

“Your Spider-Boy has been waiting for you.” She smirked and you tried not to let the heat rise to your cheeks.

“Leave it alone Nat, he just gets nervous around Tony. Is the pizza here yet?” You asked and as if on queue Steve and Bucky came out of the elevators with boxes of pizza.

Once everyone got food and drinks they sat down and the movie started, you and Peter would make eye contact from across the room once in a while which Nat caught onto. Then at some point you fell asleep.

Steve woke you up at the end credits, now everyone wanted to play UNO.

Old people.

At the end of the game Peter got up and went to the kitchen and when he came back he handed you an ice cream cone from the freezer.

“What’s this for?” You asked, gladly taking it.

“Just accidentally grabbed two and thought you’d like it.” He shrugged and you smiled up at him for the gesture. “Ok well I gotta get home before Aunt May freaks out, bye guys thanks for the pizza.” He said as he turned to leave while eating the ice cream cone.

“Goodnight Peter.” You called as he reached the elevator.

There was a slight smirk in his soft smile, “Goodnight.. Arsenal.”

You couldn’t object since the elevator doors closed and he disappeared. When you turned back to join the second game Sam commented, “Arsenal. I like that.”

You just smiled as you ate the vanilla ice cream cone. “Me too.”

Fireworks (AU: L/J)

A/N: Inspired by true events. No, not really, just the being woken up by fireworks on Fourth of July part. Which tells you how long I’ve had this idea lol. Yay writing!


James woke with a start and a sharp curse. A sizzling sound followed by a flash of light and another explosion sounded outside of his window, and he slowly lowered himself back onto his bed, heart rate returning to normal and a wry smile on his lips. He’d known it would be futile to try to go to bed at a reasonable hour on the Fourth of July in America, but he’d given it a go nonetheless. As another firecracker went off on the street below, James sat up again and reached for his glasses. Sleep would be impossible tonight, it seemed.

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Mysterious Artist

Pairing: teen!Sherlock x fem!teen! Reader

Warnings: None i suppose hahah

wordcount: idk haha

a/n: This is my first sherlock imagine so please don’t be so hard to me and I am really sorry for every grammar oder other mistake but English isn’t my mother tongue(❁°͈▵°͈) However I’d be happy about any kind of feedback:) Good read everyone!


Originally posted by silent-micka

It was just another day at school. Young Sherlock Holmes was bored. Like every day. While everyone was listening to what the teacher was explaining, Sherlock had gotten lost in his mind palace, sorting new deductions about his classmates and teachers. When the bell rung Sherlock was the first one to stand up and leave. “Mister Holmes! May I ask where you are going?”, his teacher stopped him. He rolled his eyes before turning around to his teacher. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s 11:20. Time for a break?”, Sherlock stated with a monotone tone. “You weren’t listening again, weren’t you? You’re break is cancelled for today, there is an exhibition of the art classes from your grade. We’ll go there now all together”, his teacher announced while he packed up his bag. Without responding Sherlock rushed away, following his classmates. He had always hated school. And he had always hated art. He thought of driving insane some day, surrounded by all the incompetence. Every day.
Why should he be wanting to see some pieces of paper his classmates had decorated with their imagination? It was a complete wasting of time for him. Instead of watching those “masterpieces” he rather could had gone behind a school building and smoked a cigarette because he had that feeling of really needing one.
But that was what he conceived BEFORE he saw the exhibition. Before he saw one certain piece of paper.

Sherlock wanted to avoid any kind of socializing with anyone, especially with his teacher, so he walked around the walls with the paintings on and pretended to be interested in what he saw. However, he wasn’t. He saw what was there but didn’t save it in his mind palace. His annoyance grew with every picture he walked by. Sherlock came across the last wall which was surrounded by a crowd grumbling loudly, he couldn’t even see what they were looking at. His classmates were all talking at once and their voices had gotten to one noisy grumbling. This aroused Sherlock’s curiosity and he pushed himself ruthlessly through the crowd to have a look at the wall. He did forget he had had a low opinion of art as he saw a portrait of him hanging on the wall. Although it was only a pencil drawing, it looked so alive and took his breath away. Sherlock couldn’t think anything while he was gazing at himself on a piece of paper.

“Hey freak, that’s you”, someone shouted from behind. Sherlock ignored it expertly. Like always. Mentally he fenced himself off from reality, he muted everyone in his mind.

For the first time in his life Sherlock Holmes got curious about art and interested in someone else except himself. Who had drawn him and why?


The exhibition took place for 2 days and during those two days Sherlock had gone there every break just to look at the drawing over and over again. People started gossiping about him but he didn’t care. He never did.
He had memorized every single line of his own face by only looking at the drawing. He had studied every single shadowed and blurred spot, trying to figure out the creator. But he couldn’t. To do this he must had had to know the drawing style of every single student, so he could compare them and exclude one by one. But he couldn’t. And that drove him insane after gazing two days at the same piece of paper.

Sherlock had asked the art teacher who had drawn him but she didn’t tell him. Everyone in her class wanted to remain anonymous. After telling him this, he angrily rushed out of the building. He really needed a cigarette.

Standing behind the building, smoking the long overdue cigarette, Sherlock got lost in his mind palace again. The smoke of the cigarette made him relax and it was easier to think whilest being drugged. The sound of a sketching pencil took him back to reality. He narrowed his eyebrows and looked for the source of the noise.

That was the moment when he caught sight of you. You sat on a bench, leaning over a sketchbook. While you were sketching, a few straids of your h/c hair fell into your face. Sherlock couldn’t see your face but he knew you. He couldn’t remember your name however he was aware of you sitting in front of him in maths.

You pushed some straids of your h/c hair out of your face which glimmered of the sun shining on your hair.

Sherlock got curious about your name and what you were drawing. Maybe you knew who had drawn him?

He walked right behind you, stepping onto a stick. The sound of it cracking made you wince and you shut your sketchbook close with a loud slam!.

You turned around and stared with your e/c eyes widened right at him. He hadn’t expected to look right into such beautiful eyes. Sherlock hardly tried not to get lost in them and cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you jump”, he apologized honestly. “Oh, it’s okay. I think I just concentrated too much. How can I help you?”, you smiled shyly at him.

“I saw you drawing and I wondered if you have been at this exhibition of the art class?”, he asked. Sherlock had waited for too long now, he really wanted, no, he desired to know who had drawn him and why. “Umm, of course. What’s wrong with it?”, you bit on your lower lip, shirking from his look. “I assume you are aware of what I’d like to know?”, Sherlock stated and sat down next to you, you clearing some space for him to sit on the bench. “You’re talking about the portrait of you, am I right, Sherlock?”, the girl sitting next to him demanded. “You’re totally right.” “What’s wrong with it?”
“I would really like to ascertain the artist.” Sherlock couldn’t stop glancing at you. He scanned you and your appearance. Somehow he wasn’t able to deduce much, only the obvious things of your appearance. Your fingers were covered by some dust of graphite, logically, you were holding a pencil in one hand. He got curious and even interested in you.

“I’m sorry, but I must have forgotten your name. What was it again?”, he suddenly spoke his thoughts out loud. “Y/N”, the girl with those beautiful e/c eyes smiled at him, this time even brighter. “No need to apologize, we have never talked to each other, thus it’s okay.”

“Okay, Y/N”, Sherlock started, building a sentence in his mind, “do you know who drew me? You’re obviously in the arts class, recognizable to the fact that you’re drawing in your free time, so you must know who drew it.” He looked expectantly at you, studying your face.
Why hasn’t he ever talked to you? You obviously weren’t like the others, incompetent, careless, average. And you were actually pretty nice-looking, with your h/c hair, e/c eyes and that handsome smile.

“I- I think the person behind this has his or hers reasons remaining anonymous. Sorry, I won’t tell you”, you told him. He didn’t believe you, you didn’t tell him the truth. At least not the whole truth.

“But, how do you know this person doesn’t want me to know? I simply have some questions, that’s it. I won’t convict anyone although it’s topical for me to do”, Sherlock approached closer to you. He really wanted to know the truth.

“Is it someone of your friends?”, he added quickly, approaching closer. You didn’t move, to his surprise. Usually people did because this is something that made almost every average human-being feel uncomfortable. But you weren’t like the others, he somehow knew that and felt it.

“If you paid enough attention you would know that there are none of my friends in my art class. And in total, I don’t have that many friends”, you whispered, pressing the sketchbook against your chest.

“I haven’t but I’ll change it for the future. Thank you anyways, may I have a look at what you are drawing?”, Sherlock told you honestly. Someone special, not average, like you, he wouldn’t forget. You were obviously thinking about what to answer and weren’t sure whether to show him your sketchbook or not.

While you were thinking, Sherlock took the chance and took it away from your hands, making sure to
do it carefully and gentle and to keep eye contact with you. He could see your pupil grow with nervousness. He had been right, you hadn’t told him the truth.

“Sherlock, no.” It seemed so familiar hearing you say his name although it was your first conversation and interaction. Sherlock ignored your request masterfully. You tried to get it back from his hands, but he grabbed your hand with his to make you stop trying to grab the book, with the other one he held the sketchbook. “I only want to have a look at it, I don’t mean to doubt you for anything. I just got more interested in arts since I saw the drawing of me, that’s all. Calm down”, he said with more emotions in his voice to quiet you down. You gave up and just looked down at your hands, obviously nervous und feeling uncomfortable.

With careful moves he opened the book and the first thing he saw were his own eyes. Sherlock scanned the page, the drawing, his own face. He wasn’t used to see himself, not sketched. The emotionless and not caring boy Sherlock Holmes was flattered. Nobody has ever did something like that for him and it was really hard for him not to smile. “I-I-I am sorry, I should have asked for your permission for drawing you”, you started stuttering, searching helpless for words. Your eyes darted anxiously between him and your sketchbook over and over again, trying to read his face.
His gaze rested on the drawing for a couple of seconds before eying you. With a bit of fear and nervousness in your e/c eyes you first looked at him once you lowered your glimpse to your hands to escape his’.

“Why should you apologize? I have to apologize, I mean, I acted like a selfish asshole, not paying attention to you or your feelings. If I had known you had drawn me, I would have behaved more kind towards you. I am sorry, Y/N”, Sherlock announced and when he said your name you looked up at him. It was the first time he talked right to you. It made your heart beat faster, he had finally had recognized you. The boy you always used to draw.

“I-I ”, you started stuttering again but Sherlock interrupted you: “No Y/N, it’s my turn to talk. I know what you’re going to say. I know you’re going to apologize over and over again. I know you’re feeling trapped, assuming to the fact of your cheeks blushing. But now I am talking so listen carefully. I don’t know you, we have never talked before and you’re a stranger to me. But besides of the fact that we’re total strangers you still have drawn me. I can deduce everyone and read everyone like an open book if I want to but I am not able to read you. So I have to do it the usual way and just ask you - why did you draw me?”, Sherlock talked so fast, you needed a few seconds to understand what he had said. Sherlock’s look laid on you while you swallowed. “There’s no certain reason. I practiced drawing people and somehow your face structure was just perfect to practice with so I started with you and ended up drawing you a lot. I’m so sorry, I feel like a stalker. That must look so freaky to you”, your voice cracked down with every said word when your head ended up buried in your hands. You left out the fact that you had gotten interested in him, what was another reason why you had drawn him and still did so.

“Compared to me it isn’t freaky, it’s just amazing what you are able to do. I can’t even draw a stickman”, he tried to comfort you, “I was actually really flattered by the drawing, really. I just wanted to thank the creator, so thank you. It took my breath away.” Not being sure about his action, Sherlock rested one hand on your back, hoping it wouldn’t bother you and it didn’t. “Really?”, you looked up at him with your e/c eyes. “I’m not lying. Although I’m a sociopath and a freak, I do not lie.” “I don’t think you’re a freak. The others are just envious of your intelligence and skills”, she smiled kindly at him, resting one hand on his knee, now to comfort him. Even Sherlock couldn’t resist and smiled. “You really do think so?” “Yes, I do not lie although I’m a strange girl that drew you without your permission”, she added. “You’re not strange. All those people are just envious of the fact that I’ve been drawn and not them”, his cocky side appeared again but he grinned wide. “Perhaps.”

Sherlock handed you back your sketchbook but you denied it. “Keep it, it’s a present from me. See it as an apologize for not asking for your permission and a memory of the stranger girl who drew you auricularly”, and with those words you stood up, smiled at him for the last time and backed away from him.
“But”, Sherlock stood up rapidly and caught up with you, “you are not a stranger to me, Y/N. And I am not a stranger to you as well, related to my face. And you are aware of the fact that I can deduce you anytime I’d like to but honestly I can’t and don’t want to. Would you mind grabbing some coffee or tea or whatever you want and drawing me again?”, Sherlock cut trough the shit. He stood right in front of you. His words made you blush and you brushed some straids of your h/c hair out of your face. “Y-yes, sure.”
“Okay, I’ll text you. Tomorrow, at my place, I’ll take care of the drinks. What would you like to drink?”, Sherlock fetched out his mobile and tapped on the screen while talking to you without looking at you. “O-okay. A hot chocolate would be nice”, you responded, still taken by surprise. “I expect you at 5 o'clock. The address is 221B Baker Street. Make sure to bring your stuff.” With that he rushed away and left a confused you with a huge smile on your face.

The sound of your phone receiving a message took you back to reality.

I do not suppose you are a freak. -SH”

If it was even possible, your smile grew wider.


i hope you liked it, please let me know if you’d like me to write another imagine :3