“Georgie,” Fred whispered, arching a brow and digging his elbow into his brother’s ribs as soon as they poured out of Filch’s office. “Have a look.”
“Well then,” George remarked, eyeing the worn piece of parchment in his twin’s hand. “A whole drawer of confiscated items and you thought the blank bit of parchment was probably best?” He reached for it, giving it a skeptical once-over. “For this I wasted a dungbomb?”
“A dungbomb at the inconvenience of Filch is never a dungbomb wasted,” Fred told him smartly. “Anyway, considering the drawer, there’s obviously more to it. Unlike you,” he added, nudging him. “Who possess nothing beneath your stunningly handsome facade.”
“A handsomeness that I wear better, by the way,” George assured his twin, not looking up. “Hm,” he murmured to himself. “If it were me, I would- ”
He stopped, frowning in thought.
“Oh good,” Fred said, fighting a yawn. “I was hoping you’d come to an abrupt stop.” He leaned against the wall, kicking one leg out to cross it over the other. “Frankly, if it weren’t for your unerring mystery, I’d have run off a long time ago.”
George raised his wand and tapped it against the parchment. “Revelio,” he muttered, and then watched as a series of words began to spread across the page.
Remembering that one time I messaged Niclas Gillis back in 2013 & got a reply 8 months later because of that stupid “other” folder on FB. Niclas is so sweet & handsome & talented. I remember I partially messaged because I came across him when I was searching for someone to represent this book character I loved and he fit so well.
A Olicity Historical AU: Touch can be so much more than just, physical.
A/N: T-rated and 1 chapter of ?. I’ve been struggling with writer’s block for a while and wanted to say thank you to three lovely friends for their friendship and never ending cheerleading. It is so appreciated. xo @tinaday3w@hope-for-olicity@quiveringbunny
London, Spring of 1816
Oliver Queen, the Earl of Archer, concentrated on taking his next breath as he attempted to keep the piercing noises of the jubilant ballroom suppressed to a tolerable irritation. Draw air in, as if inhaling the pleasing scent of a blooming flower. Ease out, to attempt to relax. Draw in. Ease out. Draw in.Ease out. He repeated his personal mantra over and over in his mind. If he could keep his concentration he just might make it through the night without embarrassing himself and his family.
Note: I’m just spitting fics out today! :D Hope you enjoy this one. I love TJeffs so freaking much.
Request: I JUAT DISCOVERED THIS BLOG AND I AM SO HAPPY I FOUND IT. Can I request a fic with Jefferson with the prompt: “Are you flirting/hitting on her for me? - @tems-promise
Word Count: 992+
Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader
Being a bartender had its ups and downs. The cons were obviously some of the idiots who get drunk off their ass and attempt to get into your pants. Some perks included seeing lots of different faces throughout each day, sometimes seeing foreigners, sometimes friends. But overall, it wasn’t a bad job. It paid well for you being a woman.
“What can I get for you boys?” You asked, approaching two men at the counter. One of the men caught your eye. He had big curly hair, well-trimmed facial hair that adorned his face, a slight smirk that graced his lips, and gleaming chocolate eyes that you could stare into for ages. He was stunningly handsome to say the least.
There was a couple moments of silence as the other man turned to the curly-haired man for an answer. He was met with silence.
“Two glasses of your finest whiskey, please.” The other man spoke up kindly.
New to your apartment in Brooklyn you go to explore only to get completely lost. Thankfully a charming gentleman with kind blue eyes was there to save the day.
Request: ‘The Knitter’ was so adorable! Can I please get added to your tag list? And may I request something as well? I recently moved to a new place and have this daydream about walking into Bucky accidentally and he offers to show the reader the city. Or they meet because she starts working for SHIELD and this is is how they meet and Bucky thinks she’s cute and offers to show her around, like Brooklyn and so on :) thank you! X
Warnings: Bucky’s pretty damn hot and sweet (I felt like this is a needed warning)
Word Count: 1820
Title: Tour Guide
Note: @gallifreyansassI’m so sorry this has taken me so long to write this, I’ve been so busy with my holiday and organising my University. You’ve probably already settled in and know your way around the your new area now so I hope that all went well. Here’s some helpful Bucky for you anyway, thanks for the request doll, this was fun to write!
Stepping out of your brand new Brooklyn apartment you locked the door and headed down the stairs. Having just finished unpacking your moving boxes (most of which contained far too many books) your plan for the rest of the day was to get to know the area around your new home. You were more than ready to get out of your small apartment and so you excitedly jumping down the stairs you nearly ran smack bang into a rather well built blonde with blue eyes.
“Oh, sorry sir!” you called out as you narrowly avoided him.
“It’s no problem miss.” He called out and you smiled gratefully before continuing down the stairs slightly more carefully. The man you would later learn was Steve Rogers released a hearty chuckle and leant against the railing with crossed arms watching you descend the many flight of stairs.
When you reached the front door of the apartment block a very polite coloured man with a wicked smile held the door open for you.
“Thanks,” you said and he winked back giving you a dazzling smile in reply. Sam Wilson entered the building and closed the door waving up at Steve as you hit the street with a bounce in your step. You couldn’t be sure if you were nervous or excited but you were somewhere in that zone. Pulling your bag more securely on your shoulder you started off down the street taking note of where you had started off.
Much later you stood on the corner of one street and another staring intently at a map you were holding in your hands. It’d been two hours since you’d left the apartment and you had made it no more than a few blocks before getting completely lost. You tried to backtrack to your apartment but all the buildings looked the same and you just made yourself even more lost. You looked up again at the street signs above your head taking note once again of their names. Still being unable to locate either road on the map you released a sigh and stomped your foot in frustration.
You folded up your map placing it in your pocket and looked up to see a taxi cab hurtling down the road. You hadn’t noticed the puddle of water on the road and so flinched when the cab sent up a large spray. You scrunched your eyes in preparation to be soaked but you remained dry. Instead you felt a strong hand grab you and pull you out of the way. You opened your eyes to find a pair of sparkling blue ones staring back at you. Your saviour stepped back and cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Hi,” you whispered shyly unable to look away from his eyes.
“Hi.” He replied warmly his voice deep but firm. “Sorry about grabbing you like that but you already looked lost, I didn’t want to add wet to the mix.”
Well you’ve dramatically failed at that you thought to yourself taking in the hunk of a man before you.
“Thank you, it’s appreciated,” you replied instead and turned to start walking away, hoping he wouldn’t notice how blatantly you’d ogled him.
“Hey, wait!” the mystery brunette called out causing you to turn around, “Do you need a hand getting around. I meant what I said when you looked lost.”
“Oh,” you mumbled ducking your head and rubbing the back of your neck, trying to hide the redness of your cheeks. Inhaling a deep breath you pushed away your pride and risked a look at the man waiting nervously before you. “Um, yes. Please.” you added noting the beautiful smile that crossed his face as you said it.
“Brilliant,” he cheered in a gravely voice, “I’m James by the way.”
“y/n”, you replied, completely oblivious to the avenger who was standing in front of you. “Thanks for the help.”
“It’s no problem, really. You looking for anywhere in particular or….” James trailed off waiting for you to fill in the blanks for him.
“Oh, um, I’m, ah, actually new to the area, just moved in, and wanted to get to know the place but it’s not exactly going very well.” James laughed as you gestured to the scrunched up map in your pocket. He shook his head and smiled gently up at you sending your heart racing.
“Well then,” James added with a smile, “I guess you’ve just found yourself a tour guide.”
James was the best tour guide you could ask for. He showed you all the main sights and attractions of Brooklyn along with a few hidden jem’s. He showed you prospect park, Brooklyn bridge and the Brooklyn botanical gardens. He even pointed out where the museum and aquarium were. As you walked he spoke of the best diners, quiet places to sit in the parks and where you can get the perfect New York Cheese cake.
Walking around yet another corner James continued his enthusiastic ramblings about Brooklyn. It was beautiful to watch him speak so passionately about his home town and if you’d guessed his identity correctly, he wouldn’t have been this relaxed and at ease in a long time. He was so sweet and kind and the way his eyes lit up when he talked made you lose track of what he was saying more than you cared to admit.
“And here’s the old Corner Cinema. Well,” Bucky paused taking in the empty car park, “it, uh, was. It was a good place to go. Snuck out to watch films with my buddy St… my friend way too many times.” Bucky’s shoulders had dropped as he took in the empty car park his once cheery demeanour fading away rapidly. Wanting to lighten the mood you looked around and noticed a diner just across the street from you.
“Hey James, is there a good place to eat around here? I realise I haven’t eaten since breakfast and I’m quite hungry.” You asked innocently and you swore you saw his eyes shine with unshed tears.
“Yeah, just over here actually.” he replied stealthily wiping his eyes. “My friend and I always used to come here after the movies. They serve a mean bagel.” You smiled up at him and James led you across the road and held the door open for you. What a gentleman.
Sliding into a booth at the back you allowed James, or as you were fairly sure Bucky, to order for you. You were sure that the bagel you’d eaten was brilliant but you don’t actually remember what it tasted like, being too busy watching Bucky to notice the taste. You sat in the booth for a good two hours talking of this and that. He had a wicked sense of humour and the stories he told of his childhood set you both laughing.
“Thanks for today Bucky. I reckon I know my way around now.” you said smiling up at him not noticing your slip up. Bucky however had and his face fell when you called him by his nickname. He immediately became distant and moved to get up.
“Wait, sorry,” you said with a slight shrug, “I figured it out. If it makes you feel better it took me a while.”
Bucky nodded at your answer but his face was now guarded. You could see a war battling behind his eyes and you hoped you hadn’t scared him away.
“How did I give it away?” he asked eventually not looking at you and instead staring at his hands.
“Your glove was the first hint along with your stories and the fact we’re in Brooklyn. It was the cinema that was the give away. Oh and that.” You finished pointing at something behind him. Turning Bucky couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face or the laugh that escaped his lips as he looked at the photo-wall behind him. By his left ear was a black and white photo of him and a very scrawny Steve Rogers smiling giddily with sauce all over their faces. Shaking his head he turned to you and was surprised to see a smile on your face too.
“I guess that is a bit of a giveaway huh?” he joked his eyes much lighter than before.
“Just a bit,” you sassed back as you stood up and gestured towards the door. Bucky chuckled deeply and got out of the booth. You followed him over to the counter and watched gladly as he managed to persuade the waitress to allow him to take the photo home. Once out of the diner Bucky asked if you knew your way home and when you replied with an embarrassed no, you gave Bucky your address. Bucky confirmed your suspicions when he said he lived in the same apartment as you. You told him of your unknowing run in with Steve and Sam enticing another laugh from him.
When you made it back home Bucky paused before entering turning to look at you.
“Thank you. I really needed today.” he admitted awkwardly. You understood what he meant and so placed a hand reassuringly on his left arm. You couldn’t imagine what he’d experienced so you were happy to help. The fact that he was a stunningly handsome gentleman was completely beside the point.
Again trying to lighten the mood you replied “I’m fairly sure I should be thanking you shouldn’t I?”
“I was happy to help.” Bucky smiled in return before adding. “I mean it though, thank you giving me a chance.”
“It’s not everyday I meet a gentleman. I was more than happy to have my own personal tour guide” you sassed back
You brushed past Bucky and started up the stairs to your apartment leaving a smiling Bucky behind you. Bucky followed you up and stopped one floor below you to find his door already open and a smirking Steve Rogers leaning against the doorway. Easily able to read the emotions playing out in Bucky’s head Steve pointed towards the roof and the sound of you unlocking your door.
“y/n! Wait!” he called out sprinting up the stairs.
“Bucky? Everything alright?” you asked looking past him in confusion.
“I just, ah, remembered that, ah,” Bucky inhaled slowly regaining his courage before looking you straight in the eye. “I forgot to show you the best part of Brooklyn today and was wondering if you’d accompany me to Coney Island tomorrow night?”
You looked the now nervous super soldier up and down before smirking and asking, “James, are you asking me on a date?” When he didn’t reply you continued, “because if you were, I’d say yes.”
Bucky’s face lit up and you laughed when he replied, “yes doll, yes I am.”
“Then I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow then.”
One floor below you Steve slapped Sam on the back and you could have sworn you heard the coloured man mumble, “dammit Barnes, I was going to ask her.”
If you're still taking prompts, what about Graves taking Credence to get a wand? You write him being such a nice sugar daddy in your fic. I want to know your thoughts for the wand too =D
This might not be EXACTLY what you are imagining, but @martythegirl and I brainstormed up some pretty specific things.
First, her wonderful illustration:
Now, I think a lot of JKR’s ideas are just Bad. The idea that wands make magic users better and America needed English people to come teach ~real magic~ with ~wands~ but then witches and wizards are demonstrated to be Incredibly Powerful by having them use wandless magic is… nonsensical.
Also it’s just really racist? The idea that NO ONE ELSE ON THE PLANET (except white Western Europeans) was using any sort of magic-infused item to aid in the casting and use of magic is just incredibly false and Bad.
And ANOTHER THING, it’s obvious that wands can be made from things beyond just the limited list that is available in the extra-canonical sources JKR has provided. Even Picquery’s wand has a core that’s technically unapproved/possibly illegal in America. And since it’s America, I figure if wands are supposed to be licensed and highly regulated by MACUSA and this is some kind of gun control metaphor with heavily racist overtones, then there’s got to be a market for illegal and unregistered wands.
I wanted the wand that Credence would eventually possess to reflect something DEEPLY North American but also sort of dark and terrifying and taboo. Something that is outside MACUSA’s laws and honestly sort of scary to anyone with sense.
Therefore the wand is Maple with a Wendigo tooth core. :)
And this is set about a year after “In a City, Reconstructed.” It’s more “I love you so I’m going to track down someone I arrested for illegal wandmaking and threaten him into giving you a wand” than “Baby boy, let me buy you something nice.”
Alexander Running Deer sits beneath the bare limbs of the Ash outside his home. He moved to the Dakotas specifically to stay away from other people — magical or not — so he frowns when he sees four figures walking up the road to his home. Coyote, who dozes with her head on his ankles, glares at him when he moves.
Alex picks up his walking stick and hoists himself to his feet.
He does not plan to have visitors. Not now. Not ever.
Especially not in the winter.
“Go away!” he shouts at them.
Three of the four strangers stop walking, but the third does not.
Imagine being the present day spawn of Ciel and beginning stressed about finals (This is pure Fluff.... I just needed some pure fluff in my life)
You were in the mood to just curl up in a ball and start weeping till you drowned in your own tears. Your books were thrown to the side as you casted yourself upon your bed, and sank into the cheap bedding.
"You look stressed my lady?“ A voice echoed through your room, causing you to sit up in your mess of a bed.
"Sebastian…. It is the 21st century, you really do not have to call me my lady."
"I know however…"
"A butler who fails to address his mistress formally is not worth his salt.” You smiled as he took a seat next to you.
"Where is Ciel? I figured his little ass would be…“
"Master Ciel was called away, appears he has decided to create a contract with a young maiden on your campus. Maybe he will court her?"
"I hope, if I have to cradle him for one more night as he cries for my mother, I may scream."
"Well what about me?” You looked into his scarlet eyes and smiled at his slight pout, “you my dear are far different. You have not binding agreement with me, only my father. However my father sadly happens to be a 200 year old demon with a personal butler who is stunningly handsome."
"I am still unsure how your young father approved of this? I mean you are the only heir…"
"To a family who died years ago, I know. However I also know the day my mother died to give me life was the day Ciel made you promise to always love me, and I am sure he was more then happy to discover that his daughter and butler fancied each other."
"Well if you really fancy me, then why are you not telling me what is wrong?"
"Because nothing is wrong, I am just stressed. I am in a foul mood today and am not ready for this next week of finals. I promise Sebastian I will be fine, I just need some sleep."
"Very well, I shall tend to the chores as such.” Sebastian smiled in his creepily charming way as he slowly exited the room, as you flopped back onto the mess and played on your phone as you slowly feel asleep.
When you awake you found yourself surrounded by red roses, the bouquets littered the desks, the drawers, the closet, the shelves, sitting next to you sat a small black stuffed cat and on your computer sat a small dish housing a slice of cake. You looked around the room and thanked the heavens you had your own room, so you didn’t have to answer any questions.
“Oh Sebastian.” You whispered as you took the cat into your embrace, upon studying it more you discovered the family ring tied around the collar, a note attached reading, “I am one hell of a lover too, you will be fine my dear. You always are."
As though he heard the whispering of his name he slowly opened your door, and met your glowing face, "Do you like them, your father always requested red roses at all his events, I was unsure though if you would like tulips like your mother did. He always would order me to deliver them when she too was stressed."
"You are too much sometimes.” You whispered as he sat in the chair beside your bed.
“There is that smile I adore.” He took your hand as you laid in your bed, the cat still wrapped in your embrace.
“Sounds odd, coming from a demon and all. But you were right about one thing."
pairing: kim taehyung x oc • genre/warnings: mature
material, smut, angst, drama, adultery, breath play • words: 7,812 → summary: what happens
when Taehyung falls for someone who’s already taken? Can he control his
feelings or will they take over and render him powerless? In the end is it all
her fault or his…? •
note. inspired by Dean’s
album 130: trbl. Italic
paragraphs indicate flashbacks.
Note: just before this series is going to end, i’d like to say a huge thank you to all of you. You guys gave this story so much love, I cannot express how thankful I am. Which is why i’d like to update early just for you. sadly no more Mark Tuan frat boy but soon (on Thursday) you’ll get to meet Jaebum in Rich. Happy reading and take care :) -admin
“What are you doing, (Y/N)?” I heard Alex ask from my bed as I rummage around the room. It was the day of the big band dinner dance and Alex came over to help me get ready. She perfectly dressed me up for the occasion and did everything she could to make me look good. It wasn’t until last minute that I realized I lost my rose gold ring.
“I can’t find my ring.” I stated, flipping books around and creating a mess in the dorm.
“You’re going to be late, (Y/N)! Screw the ring and leave.” Alex said as she grabbed my arm and pulled me away.
“No,” I fought back, “It was my mother’s ring she gave to me as a present.”
“Look (Y/N),” Alex exclaimed, holding me by the shoulders, “You don’t have time to look for the ring. I know you and you love this event. Jazz music, dancing, and the silent auction. This dance is for a good cause and you’re wasting it on finding a stupid ring.”
I sighed as I looked at Alex. She was right. Today was the day where I can relieve all the stress I had from my head and not worry about anything. Especially since I needed to get Mark out of my head. Yes, I still like him but I knew he was someone that would cause trouble. I wanted to go back to him, let him explain his side of his story and, maybe things could work out. At the same time, I wanted to avoid him as much as I can because my heart couldn’t take his trouble.
“Alright,” I sighed, “I’ll be back around midnight.”
“No drinking!” Alex pointed at me with her fingers as a warning. I chuckled under my breath and nodded my head. I was grateful to have a friend like Alex because she knew how to care for me. Waving her goodbye, I started to walk towards the event with my heels clicking on the pavement stone.
Soon, I started to hear the jazz music ringing throughout the area. The relaxing and soothing music rang through my ears as it almost made me sway to the beat. Once I entered the room, the magnificent set up with the band in the background made me smile. This was the place for me to forget about Mark.
“(Y/N)!” I heard someone called. Looking around I spotted Jackson, in his lovely suit, waving at me. He had a drink in hand and looked stunningly handsome. I was never interested in Jackson but I could say he was looking good tonight.
“Hey! I didn’t know you would be here.” I beamed at Jackson as he gave me a one armed hug.
“One of my friends is in the band so I came to support.” Jackson stated, as he took a sip of his drink.
“Who?” I asked, fully engaging into the conversation.
“Youngjae. The one on the trumpet.” Jackson said as he pointed towards the band. I tried to follow Jackson’s fingers and I made eye contact with a rather handsome guy. He flashed me a smile before continuing to play his instrument.
“Come sit with me, (Y/N). We can have dinner together.” Jackson smiled at me before leading me towards his table.
The whole night was full of laughter and joy, mainly because Jackson was the mood lifter. I got to meet Youngjae after he was finished playing in the band. He radiated happiness and was loud which was why I came to the conclusion that he was a trumpet player. Later on in the night, Jackson and I danced to some tunes that was played at the event. It was perfect. I never felt so happy and free after the incident with Mark. I wanted this mood to stay but, unfortunately, that was not how reality works.
Jackson continued to dance with people on the floor as I sat at our table. I observed on how happy people looked as they enjoyed their time at this event. Smiling to myself, I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of upbeat jazz.
“Hey.” A deep voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere, causing me to jump slightly. I turned to look at the man who I wanted to forget tonight. There he was, his blond hair swept to the side nicely as he wore a nicely tailored suit. His smile melted my knees as I started to fall for him, again, just like how I did when I first saw him.
“Hey.” I mumbled out of my mouth, grabbing a glass on a table and taking a sip of sparkling water. I needed to distract myself and make me look like I wasn’t interested in him. But that was a total lie.
“Didn’t know you would be here.” Mark simply stated as he pulled out a chair and sat down next to me. A whiff of cologne swept by my face making my legs go weak. He looked good, smelt good and, flirted well too. How more perfect can Mark be?
“Same goes to you.” I replied, keeping my sentences short. My heart started to beat fast as I tried to keep my emotions together. What was he doing to me?
“Would you like to dance? The music is great.” Mark smiled towards me, trying to make eye contact. I felt my heart leap as I so badly wanted to dance with him but, I really wanted to sort things out before I can’t handle my feelings anymore.
“Can we talk?” I asked him, hoping that he would get the message. His smile disappeared as he nodded his head and stood up. Leading me outside the building, the cold air hit my exposed skin as Mark and I stood in the middle of the sidewalk.
“I’m sorry.” Mark simply said as we stood there. A moment of silence passed by as I tried to think of different ways to approach him. I wanted to yell at him, scream at him for being a dickhead that he was. At the same time, I wanted to grab his face and makeout with him.
“You can’t just say sorry, Mark.” I finally spoke up. “It’s something you need to fix.”
“What? My sexual issues? Yeah, I know.” Mark sighed as he leaned back and ran his hands through the soft blond hair. “It’s been fixed, trust me, and I’m just looking for the right mom-”
“Well, well, well…” A voice called from behind. “Look who it is. Mark Tuan and his girl that he supposedly dump me with.”
I turned around to see a strikingly beautiful girl, looking like she was ready to kill someone. My head finally clicked as I realized the girl in front of me was Shae. I could see why Mark slept with her. She was drop dead gorgeous and someone whom was dangerous to mess with. I took a step back, crashing into Mark from behind as Shae started to spill nonsense about Mark.
“Asshole. You left me because of this ugly bitch?” She screeched at the top of her voice. “I could make you feel ten times better than her. I can treat you better than her.”
“Shut the fuck up, Shae.” Mark hissed as he grabbed my waist and pulled me behind him. “You can’t just talk shit about a girl you never met. (Y/N) is ten times better than you. She’s more beautiful, caring and, smart.”
At that moment, I decided that I couldn’t avoid Mark anymore. He respected me and loved me. When I told him he needed to prove his love to me, this was the moment I was looking for. I’ve never seen Mark protective over me before but I felt good. This was when I realized he did love me and so, I began to accept it.
“And how about you? You are complete trash, Mark Tuan. You are nowhere near caring, you heartless freak. I can’t believe I had sex with you because the only thing you were good at was making a girl feel good.” Shae spat out.
I looked at Shae with complete disbelief. Yes, I believed she was crazy but she didn’t need to bring down Mark when the problem was me. And so, I decided to step up and defend for Mark. Why? Because he deserved it.
“How could you say that when you don’t know Mark at all?” I stepped up from behind Mark. “He’s one of the sweetest guys you’ll meet. He can do more than make a girl feel good during sex. His kindness was one of the main reasons why I liked Mark in the first place.”
“(Y/N)…” Mark warned from behind, grabbing my arm and holding on to it. He was warning me that Shae could get out of hand but, I didn’t care. She’s a bitch and deserves to be taught a lesson.
“Kind or not, Mark is someone that plays with hearts. An rude asshole who doesn’t care about a girl’s feelings. That’s what he is and he knows it.” Shae yelled. To be honest, she was right. Mark was someone who played around but he was different my eyes.
“Get the fuck out of here, Shae.” Mark finally spoke up. Looking around, I tried to find something that would get rid of Shae. Finally, I spotted a man holding a glass full of water and started to get an idea. While Mark and Shae fought, I quickly ran away towards the man holding a glass full of water.
“Hey, can I borrow this?” I asked the man. I didn’t give him time to answer since I snatche it out of his hands and ran back to Mark. Stomping towards Shae, I quickly dumped the glass on top of her head as I watched her face turn into horror.
“What the fuck?” She screamed at the top of her lungs. I smirked at her as I grabbed Mark’s hands and grasped it tightly. I could hear Mark chuckle under his breath as we both watched Shae freak out.
“Fuck you and you,” She cried, pointing to Mark and I, “No wonder you both are perfect pair. You’re both crazy as hell.”
And with that, she stomped away from us as she continuously cursed at us. At some point, I did think that my night was ruined because Mark showed up out of nowhere. It was suppose to be the night where I should’ve forgotten him. But this was something I wanted to do for a long time. And I did it because Mark came into sight and proved his love.
“That was hot.” He stated as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.
“That you will never see again.” I laughed as I felt my cheeks start to rise in color.
“So, how about we start over?” Mark smirked at me as we pulled away. I pursed my lips as I tried to hide the huge smile. Nodding my head, I watched as Mark bend down on one knee and reached for my hand.
“Tell me you’re not going to propose. You said you wanted to start over and this is not how we start over.” I exclaimed, suddenly getting hot. My heart started to race immensely fast as I felt Mark put something in my hand. He stood up and smiled at me as I opened my hand and gasped.
“My ring!” I beamed, putting on the rose gold ring I was looking for.
“You left it at my dorm after you stormed out. Just thought you’d like it back.” Mark chuckled under his breath.
“No duh. I was looking for it before I came here. Thanks!” I happily stated as I gave Mark a hug, cherishing the moment we just shared. As we pulled away, Mark quickly pressed his lips on my cheek, making my heart lurch. I beamed at him feeling glad that Alex pushed me to go to a party with her. Otherwise I wouldn’t have met Mark.
“How about we go back to my dorm?” Mark said as he grabbed my hand.
“Netflix and chill?” I raised my eyebrow at him, slightly joking but we both knew it was going to happen.
Mark winked at me as his hands made their way down to my ass, giving it a good squeeze. “I can do that all night, babe.”
Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lance/Lotor (Voltron), Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Shiro (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron), Haggar (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) Additional Tags: Obsessive Behavior, Voltron: Legendary Defender Season 2 Spoilers, Pining Keith (Voltron), Insecure Lance (Voltron), Unhealthy Relationships, Emotional Manipulation, Langst Summary:
The Galran nods, “I was wondering if I may ask you a question? It may be intrusive, but I am very curious.” Lance swallows, and feels sweat bead in the back of his neck. “Uh, sure? What is it?” He’s not used to being stared at like this, by such intensity. He tries to hide his embarrassment by leaning back onto the counter, swirling the drink in his right hand and forming a smirk on his face. “Are you going to ask me about how beautiful I am? How I am so incredibly, utterly handsome and stunningly amazing?” “Yes! May I ask where you come from?”
Lance meets a certain Galran Prince, who seems to treat him better than he expected.
BEFORE YOU READ, PLEASE NOTE THERE ARE MENTIONS OF BLOOD SO PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, TYSM!
it’s somebody birthday today/tomorrow tbh it’s still tomorrow for here so like problematic
but someone requested this a while ago and i know that i have like college au to finish but guess what i have no sense of consistency ;)
and like jin is my bias wrecker and like he deserves something on his birthday (tbh hoseok will get a cake and i’ll post it y'all wait and see it)
okay okay but like i LOVE doctor seokjin idk if any has me on snap but i drew him a while ago!! so like definitely a concept near and dear to my heart
so obviously, the looks are gonna be the looks he had for dope!! like that hair style was so attractive like someone punch me in the face it was the best hair on him tbh
so your girl just had to look at some types of doctors and like wow they’re all so boring and hard sounding tbh shoutout to anyone who is pursuing medical school and best of luck to you!
okay so seokjin is gonna be an emergency room doctor
as someone who’s been to patient first more than a few times (the ice skating incident of 2k13,,, the broken toe incident of 2k13,,, the tree incident of 2k13,,,) like these kind of doctors are so super important and wonderful and i don’t think they get enough credit!!
and that’s what jin would be okay he would actually be so good for the emergency room okay
he’s the mother of bangtan yes, so he knows how to handle situations that at first seem very much overwhelming
he knows how to deal with people of all age groups too, like don’t tell me that elderly people wouldn’t adore him
and he has such a big heart, kids would love him too, so no matter who the patient is, seokjin puts them right at ease no matter what’s happening around them
jin can keep a level head and knows how to deal with stress and chaos and sticky situations without losing his mind
he would be able to calm everyone down: from patients, parents, friends, family, and the other doctors and nurses too
plus he’s so stunningly handsome that he would probably be able to distract people from their pain,,,
it took him a while to get through school and have the degree but he’s never wanted anything more in his life tbh,,,
he’s good at what he does, and he’s really loved by all the staff too down at the good old emergency room
he’s the youngest doctor there but nobody cares about that honestly, like so what if he’s young, he’s good at what he does
he usually deals with like the intense injuries tbh like not like wow i’m throwing up blood but i accidentally,,, idk,,, busted my entire face in ice skating,,,
he looks smashing in the lab coat btw and he has some cute scrubs too like hello kitty ones, do doctors have those well now they do
tbh all the nurses are in love with him and he constantly comes into whatever shift he’s working to find coffee or sweets near his little office area thing,,,
he always gets so blushy and excited and sometimes he’ll have crumbs on his lips and he’s just so cute!!
okay but how does he meet you,,, that’s the real question isn’t it??
well my kids
it’s winter break! and you’re like thank god for this i was about to die but now i am alive!! full of joy!! and happiness!! and life!! the sun is shining! my skin is clear!! i’m so ready to be free!!
you’ve spent the last few days lounging around in pajamas to like ten but now you’re actually ready to go out and be with friends and do something besides stuff your face with crummy microwave popcorn and binge watch perfection aka psych
you’re in a squad group chat with some of your friends right and they’re like!! that is skating rink?? you know like twenty minutes from here? well they have like a five dollar skate friday from 12-5 we should really go!!
and you’re like omg why not!! i’m broke but that seems like a really good idea!!
do you see where this is going
you dress in cute jeans and like seven million sweaters because it’s cold in there??
and you have a cute beanie too and probably gloves and your friends tease you because what a cute little muffin
you get there, trade your shoes in for skates, and just about internally die because the skates weigh abbott seventy two pounds each and they’re so bulky
and you swear your ankles are gonna snap or something or something because they weigh so much
but you put them on anyhow
except when you walk your ankles cave on in, and it looks rather concerning
you all walk out to the rink, and something catches your eye
surprise, it’s the skate walkers used for like three year olds!!
you grab one and your friends giggle but that doesn’t matter to you because you wanna be #safe
anyway it’s a bunch of age groups out on the ice!! like young kids, to adult couples, and there even seems to be a grandmother…?
there’s like a kid who looks middle school age and he’s skating backwards, doing twirls, and figure eights too?? and you’re like wow i’m suddenly self conscious
but like it’s actually a lot of fun!! you and your friends hold hands to keep each other going and you hold onto the walls as your knees give out, and your nose is all cute and red and sane with the tips of your ears!!
you guys are having a wild time tbh
you haven’t fallen yet, even though your friends have landed their rears on the ice more than enough times
and you’re like wow aren’t i amazing??
and you smile and skate towards the middle
ooh buddy but those skates
they totally drag your ankles in all of the sudden
and bAM YOU SLAM DOWN AND GUESS WHAT
ONTO THE COLD UNFORGIVING ICE
you’re so in shock that it takes you a few moments to realize what’s happened but then you look down and yikes, there’s some blood and it most definitely is yours
your eyes go wide and you shakily push yourself up and your fingers travel to your lip
your friends race over and everyone has stopped skating to stare at you
the pain is there and it’s numbing and it feels like your entire head is throbbing and it’s not just a little cut, your lip is still bleeding and it’s all down the front of your shirt
an employee hurries over and helps you off the ice and into the bathroom and they end free skate just like that
your friends are panicking and you just blink because you’re losing blood so fast that you can’t think
your eyelids flutter as they hold napkins up to your face and you moan quietly because that HURTS stop that
your friends are like oh my god what do we do and the ice rink is making you sign wavers so you promise not to sue them
you just blink again and your knees are shaking and you mention that you think you’re gonna pass out
your friends scream and they race to get you out of there and into the car
they speed to get to the emergency room honestly like thirty miles over the speed limit and you just sit in the back and stare ahead blankly
you end up in the emergency room where seokjin works!!
you run in and there’s a collective gasp from both workers and people waiting to be treated
there’s not a lot of people in there, a lady with a young kid, someone hacking up their lung, someone who’s holding their hand to their chest
obviously you get priority treatment so you like, idk, don’t bleed to death or something
your friends have to wait out in the waiting room and they’re hurrying you in to one of the rooms so you can see the doctor
you’re surprisingly very calm, even if you’re not really checked in and the pain is searing
the few nurses there go and dab up your blood and help you situate yourself up on the cot
it seems like an eternity but the doctor finally comes in, flushed from evidently running all the way to check on you
he’s handsome and even though there’s not enough oxygen in your head right now, you can tell he’s gorgeous like that fact is painfully obvious to you
he gives you on look over and he’s trying to focus on the injury but damn you’re cute
he shakes his head and kinda !! “hi there im doctor kim, i’ll be your doctor for today. surgeon maybe?”
and your eyes widen and you “wait what”
“ate stitches considered a minor operation? you think i’d know by now.”
he leans in close and gently examines your lip, and you kinda just stare because wow this person is absolutely gorgeous and i think i’ve found inner peace in his eyes and actually man i kinda wanna kiss him??
jin pulls away and scribbles something out on his notepad thing
“well cutie, i hate to be the bearer of bad news but you’re going to need stitches”
and you almost laugh because yah right isn’t it just a really bad cut or something
“i mean its stitches or plastic surgery, you can take your pic cutie.”
you’re not sure whether you’re mentally sound because your brain picked up on the cutie part rather than the plastic surgery part but then the plastic surgery threat actually sinks in and you’re like wAIT A SECOND
jin gives you a sympathetic look “i’ll give you a few moments to decide, in the meantime i’ll be grabbing some of the nurses just in case we’re going to actually give you stitches today.”
you don’t even need to think about it though honestly
“just give me the stitches or something.” you mumble
because you can make those adult decisions on your own
jin nods and hurries out and you’re just sitting there, life flashing before your eyes
and jin comes back and there’s three nurses with him (one is jimin btw, jimin would be an amazing nurse so like)
and jin kinda gives you a look “how good are you with needles”
hopefully you are not like me and slap the doctor and start screaming and sobbing hysterically when a needle is presented
honestly someone save me
anyway you give him this look like why the hell do i need a needle but then he pulls out this huge one and you’re like screaming
“hey hey, it’s not that bad!” he promises and he nudges the small nurse with the chubby cheeks
“jimin can hold your hand if that makes you feel better?”
and you’re like well there pal i would rather you hold my hand but at this point you’re taking what you can get
so jimin grabs your hand and jin is working with the needle and you’re like omg wth is that nasty smell and you must be making some weird faces because cute nurse jimin is like “its anesthesia…”
and you’re like just great
so now there’s a bunch of people leaning over you and jin is trying to calm you down but you’re tearing up because needles are scary regardless of who you are
and jimin gives your hand a tight squeeze and reassures you that everything will be over soon
tbh the only solace you have is in jin’s handsome face like if jin wasn’t your doctor you wonder how you would be doing
probably not so hot
you squeeze your eyes shut and you nearly break jimin’s hand but hey all in the name of public health right
you feel the sharp sting of the needle and you wince but within seconds the pain is gone and you’re like wait that’s all
you open your eyes to find jin smiling down at you and he gives you a kind look
“wow you did surprisingly really well. i’m really proud of you!!” and he smiles so so widely
and you’re like tearing up because wow the cute doctor is proud of me what did i do to deserve this
and you’re like wow this isn’t so bad but ten seokjin grabs something off the table and it looks like a hook and you just about die right then and there
“your lip is numbed so it won’t hurt, but we need to work fast so tree get it done before the medicine wears off, okay?” he explains
and he doesn’t lean down until you give him the nod
he tells you it would be better to close your eyes and so you do
you can feel his fingers dusting over your face, but then you assume he gets near your lip because you stop feeling everything
you squeeze your eyes shut and you’re getting drowsy because the anesthesia is so strong and the smell is so revolting tbh
like you can feel jin’s breath against your face and you’re kinda like yikes but his breath smells like peach blossom tea and it’s actually almost comforting in a sense??
you actually feel almost calm? is that a thing? is this actually happening?
and guess what??
after what seems like hours, jin is like “you can sit up now”
and you open your eyes and you push yourself up
jin doesn’t even think before he does it, but he gently pushes you back down “hey, don’t sit up that fast, the blood is gonna rush to your head.”
you blush and nod and you go to sit up, this time slower
but then you find seokjin offering you his hand, and he places his other hand on the small of your back and gently eases you up
and you’re blushing so wildly and he’s pink too and jimin coughs “get some” under his breath
and jin just stammers an apology and you duck your head and it’s pretty wild
and jin is like “come back in three weeks and i’ll take the stitches out for you personally”
he gives you a wink and turns on his heel because there’s other patients to attend to
once he leaves jimin practically squeals and he’s like omg do you think jin is cute, i bet you do, he totally thought you were cute, lemme give you his number!!
and you’re like omg no that’s okay seriously!!
but guess what
in three weeks you come back to get the stitches out and you cannot be more ready because it was so embarrassing having a giant scab right smack on your face
you just want your lips back tbh
you walk in to the clinic and you’re like okay just calm, doctor jin is just a doctor you’ll never see again, there’s no need to get so emotional over something that will never happen
except jin is in the back panicking because he thought you were so freaking cute even with a busted lip
jimin is fixing his hair and his lab coat and jin is chugging tea nervously
for once, jin is not composed when he walks into the little room
there you are, sitting patiently, ankles crossed and your hands folded in your lap
jin comes in and gives a nervous smile and you’re just as nervous tbh and you both just stare at each other shyly
he coughs and sticks out his hand “pleasure to see you again”
and you shake his hand and then you remember!!
you pull a tiny little bag out from the folds of your jacket and you hand it to him “a little something for saving my life”
his eyes go wide and he smiles so pleasantly and he goes to open it but oh wait nurses walking in so he quickly sets it near the computer
the pain is less searing this time but it still hurts when they have to pull the stitches out and this time seokjin is the one who holds your hand because the nurses get the dead skin off so he has time before he gets the stitches off
once he does you gingerly touch your lip and you’re shocked because it’s normal
you can’t help it, you get up and you wrap your arms around him and thank him over and over and over again
he smiles and the nurses take that as their cue to leave tbh
jin is all shy and he’s hiding behind his lab coat sleeves because you’re so cute, you’re even more cute when your lips are okay and he kinda wants to kiss them
he just blinks and stares at you and you smile bashfully and he puts his hand on the back of his neck
“open your gift maybe??” you laugh and so he quickly grabs it and pulls the wrapping paper
and he pulls out some exclusive quality peach blossom tea bags and his eyes go all wide and he smiles all happily
and this wave of courage washes over him and he kinda “hey these are seriously wonderful and all, but you know what would make it even better?”
you raise your eyebrows and act all innocent “hmm what?”
and he smiles “maybe getting some coffee with me when my shift ends?”
ofc you agree like how could you say no to that
and so like three hours later you meet up with him and he’s in a dashing turtle neck and you deserve he’s a dork and you love him tbh from like moment one
like how can you not fall in love with a guy that continues to make doctor puns and then laugh like a windshield wiper
tbh you guys end up seriously dating after that and he continues to make bad puns
he’s super doting and he always keeps an extra careful eye on you and wraps you in bandages if you do so much as get a paper cut
always kisses your lips and reminds you that he’s the one who fixed them back in the day,,,