the day the sun went out

Mistaken For Who?

A/N: This got longer than I intended and I don’t really know what it is…I just felt like I needed to write it. it’s jemily and I hope you all enjoy. I might do a second chapter but I don’t know yet.


The sun was rising and it was early morning, everyone had decided the day before to come early and get caught up on paperwork because all of them were behind.

The entire team was already there except Reid. Those at their desks were aggressively defeating the piles of work file by file. Granted they were only about two cases in because they hadn’t been there long.

Reid carefully stepped out of the elevator with his morning coffee in hand onto the sixth-floor. He went step by step into the bullpen to find the rest of his teammates except JJ at their desks with the case files, well not the rest because he couldn’t tell if Emily and Rossi were in their offices or not.

He took a peek into the Unit Chief’s office and heard a noise from the open closet that Emily usually kept shut. Emily was one of the people he was looking for so he thought he’d go see if it was her.

He slowly eased up to the closet and turned his head calmly to see a figure with Emily’s black blazer and favorite black slacks rummaging through the top. He couldn’t see the entirety of the figure but he saw enough to cipher who it was…well at least he thought he did.

“Hey Emily,” The boy genius happily said as he stepped into the closet to realize that he had made a huge mistake.

“Umm, Spence…I’m not Emily.” The blonde said as she saw an orange bag in the top corner of the closet after combing the other parts of the shelf.

She hopped off the chair she was standing on and opened a bag of Cheetos as she turned to face her friend. She could tell that Reid was so puzzled.

“Spence,” she waved a hand in front of his face, “Reid” she tried again. After a few more seconds passed he finally snapped out of it.

“Yeah?” he hesitantly replied.

“You look a little unsettled, is something wrong? Does my hair look bad or something? Is there something in my teeth? Why did you think I was Em?” she questioned.

He didn’t exactly know how to fully answer because he didn’t want to mistake his suspicions, but he ended up asking anyway.

“That Emily’s favorite black suit mix that she has and her favorite black shirt you have underneath…JJ what’s going on because she wouldn’t just let anyone wear that. You know how she is about her black.” Reid was getting anxious and rapidly tapping his leg because something was definitely going on and he was completely confused.

When he finished asking the question he saw JJ’s entire demeanor change as she suddenly became slightly irritated and defensive, “Reid, what if we bought matching outfits, what if I prefer to wear black? Why would you just assume that this is Emily’s?”

“JJ, it has that messed up button on the sleave, now explain.”

“You know Spence, you realizing common sense is really annoying.”

“Explain.” He semi-strictly said, but instead, the angry blonde took a big huff and stormed off assumably to the lair of supreme awesomeness.

For the time being, boy wonder quietly went to his desk trying to act like nothing happened and worked on his own paperwork.

The one and only Penelope Garcia was typing away at her keyboards until she heard the very heavy and noticeable clicking sounds coming down the hall towards her.

Sooner rather than later the petite blonde was sitting on the ground against a wall next to the monitors in Garcia’s lair.

“What’s up sweets?” The perkier blonde quickly asked before she picked up her lovely pink octopus mug to sip some relaxing mint flavored tea.

“Why does everyone assume that Black is just Emily’s thing? I wear it all the time and I have been for years. Yes, she wore all black before me but that doesn’t mean I like it too?” She replied.

Garcia sat her mug down and turned her chair, “Buttercup, I hate to break it to you but I know there is more to this than clothes.”

JJ took a big sigh and slowly looked up to Garcia, “You’re right, it is Pen but it’s something that another person and I aren’t ready to tell the team.”

The tech analysis got up from her chair and walked over to sit on the floor next to JJ. She looked at the stressed blonde and put a friendly arm around her, “Is this about you and Emily being together?” she shyly asked. Garcia knew this was a risk but she thought that now was better than later.

JJ suddenly got very confused, “Garcia, how did you know? Is it really that obvious?”

“For me, it was because I know you two so much that when your interactions changed slightly I just figured. Plus with you guys having shooting range dates, well what I assumed were dates, and Emily keeping Cheetos hidden in the office in hiding spots for you was a dead give away.” She finished off with a smile.

JJ, who was oddly shocked and surprised finally looked at her friend, “Do you think it’s so obvious that if I wore one of her outfits that Spence would notice?”

The perky blonde smiled even bigger, “Of course boy genius would because of his memory JJ, did you and Em not remember that? Did he notice and says something? Where is Emily anyway?” she asked.

JJ kind of looked a little defeated, “I guess that we didn’t but he still should not have been so nitpicky. All he did was mistake me for Emily and then drew conclusions and questioned me about our still hypothetical relationship to him. And Em is getting the entire team coffee because she wanted to get me some but not make it look favorable…it was my idea so the team would get thrown off.”

Garcia stood up and held a hand out to help JJ. When they were both up Garcia stood across from the other blonde, “Don’t get mad JJ, he can’t help that fantastic brain of his. Along with that, we are your family and why wouldn’t you want us to know? I’m pretty sure at least me, Reid, and Rossi know.”

At this time JJ was looking at the ground, “I guess we don’t want anyone to know because we’re afraid that you all won’t accept us and see Emily who is our boss if I might add, in a different way.”

Garcia gave JJ a hug then backed away, “Jadge, nothing will change in how we treat you besides a little more happiness from me…we all love you two and that will never change. As for Emily being the boss, we all know you too will stay professional when you need to be.”

As soon as JJ heard those words it was as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She had known this all along and so had Emily but they just still had those thoughts that everything would drastically change when in reality they wouldn’t.

Suddenly, as if on cue, the brunette unit chief who was wearing JJ’s marron blazer and black shirt and slacks walked into Penelope’s layer with her coffee to find the two. “Hey, is everything alright? Reid noticed my outfit and asked me a lot of interesting questions when all I did was bring him coffee?”

JJ looked at Emily, “It’s the outfits and he knows. So does Garcia and Rossi. Honestly Em, I’m happy they know.”

Emily walked over to the two and gave Garcia her coffee and then put her hand around JJ’s waist.

“So I guess the secrets out,” she said as she and JJ looked at each other.

Garcia smiled, “It shouldn’t have been a secret because we all love you and I’ve wanted you two together forever. Plus it’s not totally out because you still have to tell the rest of the team”

JJ tilted her head, “Really? And we already figured that.”

Garcia went to her desk, “I’ve had enough drama for the morning so I’m going to get back to work. You two lovebirds have a nice day an thank you for the amazing coffee.” she said as she typed away.

JJ and Emily walked out of Garcia’s office with a new sort of confidence as they were hand in hand.

“It’s kind of funny how Reid found out,” JJ said with a laugh as they were heading to the bullpen.

Emily smiled a little, “Please don’t tell me it involved Cheetos.” she laughed.

“Hey, I was deprived because you forgot to get them when you were at the store yesterday after picking up the boys, and I needed some.” she playfully argued.

“Oh no, did you find the hidden stash I had from you in my office?”

JJ smiled, “Maybe…”

“Cheeto’s can never be hidden from you can they cheetobreath” Emily graciously teased.

“No, but it all truly started when I was in that weird closet in your office standing on something to get them when Reid comes up from behind and assumes that I’m you because I wore your clothes today…that’s when the questions started and I had to leave because I didn’t know how to respond,” JJ explained.

“Okay, that makes sense as to why he started questioning me about my clothes.”

JJ looked at Emily’s clothes for the day, “You’re wearing mine. Wow Em, I guess that great minds think alike.”

“Or we both just thought the other’s clothes were better.” the brunette added.

They both stopped in the hallway before they got to the glass doors to the bullpen to prepare themselves.

“I really hope this goes well.” JJ nervously said.

Emily looked her directly in the eyes, “It will because we’re doing this together and everything is good as long as I’m with you.”

With that, they locked fingers and went in.

She Never Stopped Smiling

by reddit user Pippinacious

Fly was an odd kid, even by odd kid standards. I met her in sixth grade, when our alphabetically ordered last names landed us in adjacent seats, and she turned to look at me with a cheerful, gap toothed smile.

“Hi!” She said.

“Hi.” I replied quietly.

I was shy and intimidated by my first day in middle school, but she wasn’t the least bit nervous.

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favorite things, moments, and feeling
  • sense of relief when you learned that the person you hang out with the entire day went home safe
  • drinking your first cup of coffee while reading your favorite book
  • listening to a song that you have never heard of and immediately falling in love with it
  • walking past beautiful strangers that made you turn your head for a couple of times
  • the feeling and the warmth of the sun on your face every day on summer
  • the blossoming of your garden on spring
  • breakfast with extra meals because you feel the need to exert extra effort (i.e: adding more wheat! or salad!)
  • walking ur dog
  • sleeping on new clean sheets after taking a shower
  • your capability to store some, if not all, knowledge when you’re stuying for an exam
  • the first five seconds after taking an exam
  • having a whole body check-up and getting positive results (aka you’re healthy) 
  • cutting your hair on your own for the first time and realizing you actually look cute
  • when your pets sleep on ur arms!!!!!
  • getting a new pet!!!!!
  • getting a nice score on na exam without even studying for it (but dont do this all the time friends!! study if u can!!)
  • friendly senior strangers who smile at you when you walk past them
  • old people eating together in public restaurants
  • OLD PEOPLE TAKING SELFIES TOGETHER
  • watching the sky change its colors with your significant other or friends
  • going on a road trip with the ppl u love!!!
Public School Is A Goddamn Disater, Part 2: The Lovecraftian Madness of Machismo

Part 1 here, AKA: the Mantisocalypse (you don;t have to read it to understand this one, but you should anyway)

Content Warnings: Mental Illness, Attempted Murder, Sexual Content, Stalking, Abuse, Animal Abuse Mention, Emetophobia, US Public Education, Military Industrial Complex.  I’ve been told this is my most disturbing story, even if it’s hilarious, so mind your health.  All the names in this story have been changed to protect the innocent and Not-So-Innocent.

This is the story of Recruiting Sergeant Scott VS. The Lacrosse Jocks VS. Yours truly.

To understand this story, you must understand the dystopian hellscape that is US Public High School- I went to the NICE high school in town, with the AP curriculum and new building, where the the kids were generally too obsessed with getting into the ivy league to do anything worse than occasionally smoke on the roof.  Not even weed, just regular cigs.  During their off-periods, so they’d have time to febreeze their clothes and arrive to their next class early.  You know, the most boring fucking kids ever.

AND STILL, we were subjected to the various scourges of US public ed, namely-

-on-campus police officers and regular “what to do in case of a columbine event” drill.  We had Officer Munoz, who was a wonderful Latina Woman with the good sense to focus her efforts on getting kids away from abusive parents rather than persecuting brown kids, but we were VERY lucky on that front.  Still, having someone walking around with a gun and technically the authority to kill you, and having to hide in the science cabinets three times a year fucks you up.  Remember Officer Munoz though, She is Important.

- A weird, cult-like, frankly masturbatory attitude regarding athletic achievement.  The arts and sciences were stuck doing bake sales for supplies while the gym got re-done two years after the school opened.  This was tempered in an odd way at my school in that literally all the sports teams unequivocally sucked, with the exception of 

1.Marching Band, which went to nationals twice in the first two years the school was open 

2.Knowledge Bowl, where kevin and I took the team to 3rd in state in our first year, and only lost because Kevin had an asthma attack so we decided to let the other teams fight over the ‘lesser’ medals 

3.Lacrosse, which didn’t actually didn’t GO anywhere, but was a “real” sport and beat our ‘rival’ school, so the team got to be Big Men On Campus, and get away with all kinds of nonsense like eating in class when everyone else was forbidden or skipping tests for ‘practice’.  The three worst offenders were Dustin, Jack and “Rattlesnake Pete”, all of whom were budding neo-nazis and thus signed up for German.  With our Jewish teacher.  Remember them too.

-On-campus military recruiters.  As in, people who are legally allowed to exaggerate, manipulate and actually lie to minors to convince them to join the armed forces.  Ours was Sergeant Scott, and as much of a skeevy rat as he was I honestly felt bad for him, because remember, academic magnet high school so he had three kinds of kids to work with:

  • Kids who made the physical standards for the armed forces and were all about honoring their country via physical labor, but were dumb as shit and couldn’t pass the written exam.
  • Kids who could pass the written exam and were totally ready to bully some people in the third world, but couldn’t do a pull up if you covered the gym floor in cobras.
  • Kids who passed the physical and mental portions but were uniformly rabidly anti-military industrial complex, to the point where 35 of them crammed into his cubicle in the office he shared with Officer Munoz and Janitor Wendy, so they could hold a sit-in protest of the Iraq war and chant “Impeach Bush” and “War is Murder” at him  Someone chucked red paint on him, because they’re furious immature teenagers.  It was his first day.

Poor bastard.  Remember Him as well.

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Don’t ever tell me that marching band isn’t important.

I have had so many problems with public schools putting all the emphasis on athletics. When a school’s budget is cut, they don’t choose to take a little from each program. No. They choose to completely eradicate the arts programs, usually starting with the marching band. If you don’t play sports, you’re not a valuable asset, you’re not qualified for scholarships, and you mean nothing. Marching band? Why would we be impressed that you’re in marching band?

Anyone can do that.

Okay, fine. Anyone can do marching band. Anyone can spend hours on the field doing the same forty-second section over and over and over and over. Anyone can hit over 75 precise dots on the field with the correct step sizes, the correct amount of steps, the correct timing, without being so much as an inch to either side, in order and without looking at the yard line markers or the field. Anyone can memorize all of those extremely specific points on the grass and varying counts for steps and then execute them with a shako visor pulled down over your eyes and looking up at the press box the whole time. If you look down at the yard line markers to see where you are, congratulations, you just lost points for the group.

Anyone can memorize eight pages of notes, rhythms, dynamics, phrasing, and tempos. (But of course, before you do that you have to learn an instrument with hundreds of different fingerings and learn how to make slight changes in your lips to change notes and stay in tune.) Memorize all seven and a half minutes of music and then marry it to the seventy-five pages of drill you memorized. Do them both perfectly and at the same time. But you can’t just do what you memorized. You have to do it in perfect sync with everyone around you and know how to make the slightest adjustments to fit perfectly within the group. If you’re an inch to the right or barely a thousandth of a step sharp, it’ll throw everything off.

But anyone can do that.

Then add in the fact that you don’t get any individual credit for doing this. The closest you’ll come to recognition is your identity lumped into “The Such-and-Such Marching Band” as you all march onto the field looking exactly the same. You don’t have a number on your back. You have a uniform intended to erase you and turn you into dot T14 and nothing more.

But, for some reason you can’t explain, you love it. You love throwing everything you have into this ridiculously precise pursuit and then not getting any credit for it. You start thanking people when they call you a band geek. You start taping pictures of marching bands into your locker. You start wearing your band shirt everywhere you go. Because you look at the person in an identical uniform next to you and you know that you’ve done this for them and they’ve done this for you. This is more than just a team, this is a family; and if one person is missing from the form, the show can’t ever be the same. 

It costs so much money, so much time. You’re out there on the field in the blazing sun for fourteen hours a day during summer band camp, out in the street getting frostbite on your fingertips during the holiday parade. If anyone knew what you went through for this, they would wonder what made it all worth it.

And the truth is, what makes it all worth it cannot be described. It’s the camaraderie between you and the center snare, the colorguard newbie, the tenor sax player in the set in front of you. It’s the sunset behind you lighting up the back of your plume. It’s the hazy nostalgia that racks your chest with emotion. There’s something about the family you’ve chosen and the experience you’ve internalized that gives you the passion to throw everything down onto that field like nothing else matters in the world… because in that moment, it’s true. 

Your nerves are damaged from the cold. Your skin is damaged from the sun. Your joints are damaged from marching and marching and marching. You’re physically and mentally drained, your body is irreversibly compromised, you’re broke as hell, and all you have to show for it is a polyester jacket and a couple of blurry photographs.

But sports are what require hard work and dedication, not marching band.

Even though you complained basically the entire time you marched and even though you’re done with it, you pull out those photographs and you remember. You remember your first day of high school band camp when you had absolutely no idea what you were getting yourself into. You remember your first final retreat when they announced your band’s name as state champions, and you wanted to cry with happiness but you weren’t allowed to move, so you just clenched your fists so tight that your fingernails dug white crescents into your palms. You remember coming back the next year and thinking you knew everything as a sophomore, only to realize there was still so much to learn. You remember the band trips you spent months fundraising for, all the lame tourist attractions you visited between performances, and how you wouldn’t trade those memories for all the money in the world. You remember being a junior and getting nervous because people looked up to you now: as an upperclassman, as a section leader, as a friend. And then you were a senior and you cried on the final day of band camp. You remember how your life became a series of lasts. You had to decide which of the freshmen would inherit your band cubby, your lucky bottle of valve oil, your bus seat. You went to graduation but it didn’t mean anything because you still had one last band trip coming up. You didn’t shed a tear when you tossed your cap but you cried like a child after your last parade. You remember on the plane ride home, you expected to feel devastated and heartbroken, but you just felt… empty.

You remember printing out what seemed like the most difficult solo in the world. You remember driving up to your college and entering a room with a chair and a stand and a couple of people giving you skeptical looks. You remember getting an email from the college marching band with your audition results and reading it with tears of joy in your eyes because you realized it was starting all over again.

But marching band doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t matter.

Tell me that it doesn’t matter. Tell me as many times as you want. You could scream it in my face and I still wouldn’t hear because the music we’re making is too damn loud to let anything else in. 

Tell me that it doesn’t matter when I’m standing on the field for the last time, knowing that everything behind me will last forever and that nothing will ever mean more to me than this… and all you’ve got is some money and a jersey with a number on the back.

Do not ever tell me that marching band isn’t important. It is everything to me, and it is everything to millions of other band geeks across the world.

When you refuse to support kids because they participate in the arts rather than athletics, you’re no better than the football player who takes lunch money from nerds.

To all of my fellow band geeks… keep marching, even if the world tells you it’s not worth it. It is. God, it is worth it, in ways no one else but you will ever understand. Continue your band career in college. Audition for a drum corps. Stay active in your high school band as an alumnus supporter. You are all my family. 

Skyline {IV}

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Warnings: None

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 4k

A/N: Guys, from the bottom of my heart, I want to thank you all (all 900 of you [!!!!!!]) for all the kindness and support I’ve received for this story.  You guys are so great, and I love each and every one of you.  Thank you for all that you’ve done, and will hopefully continue to do, as there will be a skyline pt. 5!!!!

{part I} {part II} {part III}

Three days.  You were kept in the hospital for three days. Three days of IV’s, probing, blood pressure being taken, bad hospital beds, worse hospital food, and no access to news about whether or not Spider-Man made it out of the collapsed bank.

At first, you didn’t even remember the bank hold up.  You had woken up after passing out from a concussion and blood loss in a white hospital room, beeping all around you.  Fear had raced down your spine; was there an accident?  Why was there an IV in your arm?  What had happened?  It wasn’t until you saw the dirt covered, tear streaked face of Alex sitting in the chair next to your bed that it all came back to you.

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The prison labor system literally grew out of slavery.
Do you think it’s a coincidence that after the “abolition” of slavery anti-black stereotypes went from “black people will happily work all day in the sun as long as you give them a slice of watermelon” to “black people are lazy criminals who need to go to jail” in just a matter of years?
Do you think it’s a coincidence that prison laborers would often be forced to work on the same plantations that they were slaves on?
Do you think it’s a coincidence that black and brown people are disproportionately imprisoned to this day?

Tips To Surviving Band Camp

Hey everyone! So as the school year is coming to an end, marching season is beginning. This of course means band camp! Whether you’re a rookie or a returner, it’s always nice to know what you’re getting into and have some reminders.

1. WATER! Drink LOTS of water! This is probably the most important thing. Stay hydrated, drink water every chance you get, because you’re going to be out in the hot sun on the turf all day. Most people bring those big water jugs, make sure you drink AT LEAST one of those in a day, two would be even better. Drink a lot at night too so you’re hydrated in the morning too. 

2. Sleep! You’re gonna be exhausted at the end of each day, so make sure you take care of yourself and get the sleep you need to stay healthy during camp. I know I went to my drum major’s house and fell asleep during dinner break last year XD You want to have the energy you need, which is gonna be a lot, so don’t be staying up till 1 or 2 am watching netflix if you know you have vis block at 7 am.

3. For my trans and nonbinary friends, DO NOT bind during band camp! Trust me, I am in the same boat with this one. As much as I know you want to pass, it’s not safe or healthy to bind in those conditions. You’ll restrict your breathing at a time when it matters most. I know it’s gonna suck, but your health and safety is more important.

4. Don’t blow your chops out! Sometimes you really wanna practice, or over practice, but trust me if this happens you won’t be helping yourself. You wanna be able to come to camp every day ready to play your best, and you won’t be able to do that if you over played the day before. Know you’re limits and recovery time, especially for all you lead trumpets.

5. Eat. Whether you’re in drum corps or a high school band, you all need to eat. This goes along with sleep and water, but you need the energy. If you go jazz running around the field in 100 degrees whether with no food in your stomach, you’re gonna throw up or pass out. Stay healthy and take care of your body and make sure you’re getting the nutrients and protein your body needs for an activity like this.

6. When it comes to health and safety, just know your limits. If you’re not feeling great, sit out. You director will understand. Your health always comes first. And if something doesn’t feel right, don’t be afraid to tell someone. Also, I know a lot of people have injuries. Make sure you don’t push those. Wear the knee brace or the elbow brace, wrap your ankle, do whatever you can to help yourself and sit out if it hurts. Don’t push yourself too far.

7. Now that the health and safety stuff has been addressed, social interaction! A lot of you rookies may go in not knowing people, and I understand how scary that can be. Take it from someone who couldn’t even talk to the two girls marching next to me for the entirety of band camp, it’s so much better if you just talk to them. Talk to other freshmen, talk to your section leaders and drum majors, talk to the upperclassmen! We want to get to know you too, and we know it’s hard at first. Band camp is the beginning of a great journey and you’ll make so many friends, you have nothing to be worried about.

8. DON’T LOSE YOUR DOT SHEETS OR MUSIC!!! Seriously. If you lose them, we have to go to the band room and make copies, then you’re behind because you didn’t have all the materials. It makes it easier on everyone if you keep track of everything. It’s also good to show that you’re responsible.

9. Listen to your techs, section leaders, and drum majors. They know what they’re talking and they were put into their positions for a reason. If they tell you you need to fix something or to stop messing around, listen. They’re doing what’s best for you and the band. You learn so much from them too, take every opportunity you get when they give you tips for improvement.

10. HAVE FUN! Like I said earlier, band camp is just the beginning. Do things with your friends! Go out for lunch or dinner together, get to know everyone, have a little fun with your rehearsals. A lot of schools do games at band camp and get into it! It’s so fun to just relax and goof around with people. Do things with your section, talk to people. Just have a good time! These people are gonna become your family and give you an amazing experience.

Bonus (11). A lot of people are reblogging this and adding SUNSCREEN! I cant believe I forgot that haha but yes! Sunscreen is super important! Even if you don’t burn easily, wear it! Reapply every 1-2 hours if I’m being honest. Getting burned sucks!

elennare  asked:

First, I wanted to say that I love love love your Harry Potter fics and what-ifs! thank you so much for writing them :) And I also wondered if you ever written what if the Dursleys had refused to take Harry in?

When Petunia Dursley refused to take Harry in she forfeited his birthright protection, so Dumbledore took the baby to the safest place he knew: Hogwarts.

The applicable staff (mostly just… not Snape) took Harry in on a rotating schedule as he grew from baby to toddler to child. They traded extra credit for babysitting among the older students, and Harry grew up knowing a few dozen different laps that were safe and warm to nap in.

This was a Harry who grew up among books, among old transient walls and learned professors. They gave Binns night duty sometimes, and let him talk young Harry to sleep. This was a Harry whose world changed, on principle, daily. The stairs moved. The walls became doors. You had to keep your eyes open–you had to pay attention. So he did.

He grew up in a school. Knowledge was power, but knowledge was also joy. This was his sanctuary. There was magic in his world from birth.

“The castle will keep him safe,” said Dumbledore, when McGonagall came into his office to complain for the eighth time about Albus’s rather cavalier take on child-rearing. “That’s what it does.”

Then why do we bother with chaperones ever,” McGonagall said, tempted to shriek it. “Should we let all the children run about willy-nilly at all hours, or just the orphan waifs?!

“He’s not a student. He’s a ward of Hogwarts. It will take care of him, Minerva.”

McGonagall walked off fuming. A cat with spectacle markings followed Harry almost constantly from ages three through four. At some point McGonagall was far enough behind on her paperwork, and had seen enough suits of armor carry the kid back to his room, enough draperies lift off the wall and tug Harry away from edges, and enough stairs creakingly shift their slope for his tiny toddler legs. She gave a grumpy sigh, stole some of Albus’s lemon drops, and resigned herself to a magical world.

The Grey Lady, the ghost of Ravenclaw Tower, didn’t really like boys but she liked children. She especially liked patience, and politeness, and Harry had been raised by McGonagall’s stern table manners, by Victorian portraiture and quite a few House Elves. He said please, thank you, and ma'am, and as a child he was very cunning in how he got bedtime stories and bedtime snacks out of most every adult he met.

The Grey Lady told the best stories, you see, the ones with riddles in them. You had to think and ask questions to get all the way through them. So he hunted her down with big patient eyes and plates of very smelly cheese, and she told him stories that made him think.

When Harry was stable enough on his feet to walk, and then to run, Sir Cadogan would race him through the castle, the knight scattering banquet tables and galloping across landscapes, twisting through the abstract gallery up on the seventh and a half floor. Harry stumbled and sprinted up stairways and didn’t notice for years the way Cadogan waited at the end of corridors for him to catch up.

Harry was a chubby-legged toddler, in this world–cute cheeks and stubby limbs. It’s a cute image, yes– but this is important. He was a chubby kid. He ate in a high chair on the teacher’s dais, getting peas and mashed potatoes on the adults beside him– Sprout laughed. Snape didn’t.

But this is important–Harry filled his plate. He wobbled up on little legs and grabbed biscuits from the table, slurped his soup, got marinara sauce on his chin and forehead and somehow behind his ear. When he was hungry, he ate. If he snuck down to the kitchens at night, it was for the adventure of it and nothing else. When he was hungry, he ate.

When he was four, they started letting him go sit down with the students. Bill Weasley, on route to be a prefect next year, took him under his wing and scrubbed his face down after meals. Harry was passed around the Hufflepuff table; theirs was the House Common Room he most liked sneaking into, with its barrels and cozy warmth. Nymphadora Tonks turned her nose a dozen different shapes to make Harry laugh, gurgling, as a toddler (and then a child) (and then for the rest of her life, honestly–it never stopped being funny).

The whole Ravenclaw table got distracted from meals, trying to solve riddles from a book one of their Muggleborns had smuggled in.Harry pushed his fork through his gravy, trying to draw out his thoughts but only making squiggles.

It was years before Harry sat at the Slytherin table for the first time–no one had ever set him down there, like they had with the others. But he liked green–it was the color of Professor Sprout’s greenhouses, where he went and napped sometimes in winter. It was the color of his mother’s eyes, from the little book of moving pictures Hagrid had given him when he was three.

All the Slytherin kids seemed big, but everyone Harry ever met seemed big–except for Flitwick, who was seeming smaller with every growth spurt. He leaned forward, teetering on the bench, and grabbed a chicken drumstick. “Hi,” he said, because he’d had a childhood full of tea parties with high portrait society– the French nobility and the tired housewife from the third floor and an old witch with her sleeve on fire but very particular table manners. “I’m Harry. What’s your name?”

By the end of the meal, they were flicking peas across the table with their spoons, like catapult projectiles. Harry had been unwelcome in so few places in his life, after he’d left 4 Privet Drive, that he simply didn’t expect it. He asked Warrington, a Slytherin with shoulders like a bulldog’s, to help him with the juice, which was too unwieldy for his kid-sized wrists. Harry sat there blinking, smiling, until Warrington took the jug and poured him a brimming glass.

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The Coin stays there

enshrined in its spot, lodged in the crack for anyone and everyone that enters the room to see

Dex points it out to every visitor

“do you want to know where my life went wrong? i can show you: right here” 

Nursey learns to avoid it in socked feet, even on his most majestically clumsy days

(maybe by the end of the year, when they’re packing to leave for the summer, they each catch the other glancing at it ruefully, wistfully)

(maybe even later, they both roll out from the bottom bunk and sit there grinning at each other, The Coin glinting in the late morning sun)

(maybe on graduation day, they finish putting on their ties and robes, and each take a turn stamping it down further into the floorboards with the heels of their dress shoes, making sure it’s a part of the Haus forever, making sure that when they come back together years from now, they’ll be able to come up here and see the little sliver of silver metal that sealed their fate and say 

thank you)

In Your Arms

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

Originally posted by bellamybalke

Summary/Request: Could you do a imagine with Steve where you guys are so cute and In love and somehow you die you can come up with it thank you!

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 2,872

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR SEASON TWO, swearing, death.

Authors Note: This is my first time writing Steve and I got really carried away with this one I am sobbing and I am sorry! This turned out way sadder than I intended so if you wanted something fluffier I’m sorry! Let me know what you guys think! Some dialogue is taken straight from the show.

Listen To: Near Light by Olafur Arnalds (highly recommend)

Type in Bold is Flashbacks.xx

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It was a warm day in Hawkins, and the sun shone down on you as you sat at the picnic in table in the park.
Around you kids laughed as they played and birds tweeted but you were oblivious, too engulfed in the book you were reading.
You turned the page and continued reading when everything went dark.
Hands covered your eyes and you dropped your book to the table.
“Guess who.” A voice said.
It was a voice you recognised but they were disguising it with a rather bad attempt at an English accent.
“Grandad, is that you?”
You asked jokingly.
The voice sniggered slightly.
“I’ll give you a clue. Ridiculously good looking, great personality, even better kisser. Incredible hair.”
“Hmm. I don’t know anyone like that.”
The hands left your eyes and went to your waist.
You squealed as they tickled you and fell back into their arms.
“Steve! Stop!” You giggled.
“Nuh-uh, not until you say it.”
“You’re good looking!” You squealed.
His fingers tickled up under your arms and you twisted in an attempt to get away from him.
“Is that all?”
“Great personality!” You giggled. “Even better kisser!”
“And what else?”
He pulled you off the bench and laid you in the grass, hovering over you and tickling your sides.
“That was all!”
“How dare you!” Steve gasped in mock hurt.
“Incredible hair!” You squealed.
“Yeah, that’s right.”
He stopped his attack on you and leant over you.
You pulled him into a kiss, although both of you were giggling too much to enjoy it.
He jumped to his feet and offered you his hand.
You accepted it and he pulled you up into an embrace.
“Sooo, my beautiful girl, what are you doing tonight?”
He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you back to the table.
You shrugged and smiled at him as you returned to your previous seat.
“That depends, what did you have in mind?”
He grabbed hold of your hand and held it between both of his as he sat next to you.
“They’re playing Indiana Jones at the drive in and I thought we could have dinner at the diner first?”
“Sounds good.” You smiled and he leant forward and kissed you.
“I gotta go. Pick you up at seven?”
You nodded and pulled him back in for another kiss.
“I love you.”
You smiled against his lips. “I love you too. Always.”
Steve smiled and nodded.
“Always.”

“He’s waking up!” Mike yelled.
You glanced back quickly before turning your eyes back to the road.
“Steve?” You called.
A groan came from the back seat and you bit your lip as you turned a corner, gripping the steering wheel anxiously.
“No, don’t touch it.” You heard Dustin say from the back.
You glanced in the rear view mirror to see Steve lifting a hand to his bloody and beaten face.
“Hey buddy, shh. Its okay you put up a good fight. He kicked your ass but you put up a good fight. You’re okay.”
“Okay keep straight for half a mile then make a left.” Lucas said to you as he glanced at the papers in his hands.
You nodded.
Straight for half a mile. Make a left.
“Steve?” You called again.
You felt sick, not because of the danger you were heading towards but because of the fight you had witnessed.
Steve was the only thing you cared about right now. Oh, and the demadogs I  suppose.
“What’s going on?” Steve asked.
You looked back at him and he was staring at the kids crammed into the car around him.
Lucas was next to you in the front while Dustin, Max, and Mike were squashed in the back next to Steve.
“Oh-oh my god.”
“It’s okay Steve,” You called back soothingly.
You pressed down on the accelerator. The sooner you got there, the sooner you could comfort Steve and get this whole stupid idea over and done with.
“Whoa-whoa What’s going on?” His voice got louder and you bit your lip.
Everyone started yelling then.
Dustin was trying to calm Steve down, while Mike was saying “I knew he would freak out.”
And Steve was a mixture of groans and confusion.
“Make a left!”
You glanced back into the mirror, hating that you weren’t next to Steve to comfort him.
“MAKE A LEFTt!” Lucas yelled again.
What? Oh shit!”
You yanked on the steering wheel and the car screeched round the corner.
Max screamed in the back as the car spun out slightly and the kids all yelled.
“(Y/N)?!”
You turned back to see Steve finally registering who was driving the car.
“Yeah, it’s me Steve.”
“What the hell is going on?” Steve demanded.
You took a deep breath and ignored him, knowing he wouldn’t be thrilled by the fact you had given in to the kids and were on your way to the tunnels.
Lucas gave you a few more directions and you drove into a field, slamming on the brakes when the headlights landed on a patch of dirt.
The kids all clambered out of the car and you ran around to help Steve.
“Babe? Are you okay?”
He groaned as he fell to the ground and you helped him up, leaning him against the car for support.
Mike walked past you both, a rope and a tank of gasoline in his hand.
“Hey, where do you think you’re goin?”
He ignored Steve and knelt in front of the car.
“What are you, deaf? Helloooo!”
He turned to you.
“No, we are not going down there!”
Steve.”
“I made myself clear! There is no way we are going down that hole!”
“It’s the only way, Steve.” You told him.
“You can’t be serious? You actually agree that this plan is gonna work?”
You shrugged. “No.. but it’s the only plan we’ve got!”
“We had a plan! We stay on the bench, remember!”
“Listen to your girlfriend.” Lucas said as he and Max walked past you, both carrying tanks and torches.
“Babe, this is dangerous. We can’t-“
You leant forward, shutting him up with a kiss though you were careful not to place to much pressure on his swollen lips.
“We can.” You whispered.
“It’s simple. We just go in, burn this.. motherfucker to the ground and get out.”
“I promised I would keep them safe, that I’d keep you safe.”
You nodded and Dustin handed you Steve’s bat. You shoved it into Steve’s hand.
“So keep us safe.”

“(Y/N)! Hey! Slow down!”
You ignored him and kept walking, your arms crossing over your chest.
“Babe!”
His footsteps got louder as he chased after you but you kept walking up the darkened street.
“Hey!” He grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him.
“What!” You snapped angrily.
He shook his head in confusion.
“What’s wrong?”
He reached his hands out, placing them in your hips but you slapped them away.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?!” You yelled. “Are you kidding me?!”
You turned away from him and stormed off but he ran forward and stopped in front of you.
“God, Steve, if you want to be with Nancy you could have just told me!”
“What?!”
“I saw you!” You yelled. “Whispering to each other in the hallway! I’m not stupid, Steve!”
He began to laugh and you clenched your jaw.
“Fuck you, Harrington!” You shoved past him and stormed up the road.
“Babe! Babe!” He ran after you once more and grabbed your hand.
He pulled you back into his arms.
You squirmed, trying to get free of him but he held you to him firmly.
“I don’t wanna be with Nancy.” He told you, a slight hint of amusement to his voice.
You rolled your eyes and pushed your hands against his chest.
Still, he didn’t budge.
“She was helping me!”
You stopped and stared up at him. Your eyes were still full of anger but they softened when you saw the love shining in his hazel eyes.
Steve sighed and reached into his back pocket.
“She was helping me pick out this.”
He held out a small black box and you glanced at it.
“What is-“
“Open it.”
You swallowed and lifted the box carefully. You lifted the lid to reveal a simple silver locket on a chain.
“Oh Steve.” You whispered.
Both taken aback by the beauty of the gift and embarrassed at causing a scene.
You carefully lifted the necklace and opened the locket.
Inside was a tiny photo, the first photo you had ever taken with him and on the other side engraved was both his and your initials, and underneath read ‘Always’.
You felt tears swell in your eyes and you looked up at him to see him looking lovingly down at you.
“Don’t you get it? It’s you. It’s always been you.”
A tear fell and you pulled his lips to yours.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered as you pulled away.
He leant his forehead against yours and you both looked down at the locket.
“I love you, Always.” He said.
You smiled.
“Always.”

“Alright, Wheeler. I think we’ve found your hub.”
All of you looked around, shining your torches at the opening in the tunnel.
“Let’s drench it.” Mike said.
And so you did.
The smell of gasoline quickly filled your lungs as you covered the area.
You focused on the entrances to all the other tunnels while the kids sprayed the walls of the tunnels.
“I’m out!” Dustin yelled and tossed his empty canister into the centre of the clearing.
You shook out the last of your tank and tossed yours next to his.
The kids finished theirs and you all moved back to the start of the tunnel you had come out of.
“Get back.” You told the kids and made sure they were all behind you.
You knelt next to Steve and took hold of his hand.
He squeezed it comfortingly.
“Alright you guys ready?” Steve asked and pulled out his lighter.
“Light her up.” Nodded Dustin.
Steve flicked open his lighter.
“We’re gonna be in such deep shit.” He muttered to you.
You laughed and nodded.
He met your eye for a moment before tossing his lighter forward.
Fire ignited everywhere and you shielded your eyes as the tunnel burst into brightness.
“Let’s go, lets go!” Steve yelled.
You stood and ran.
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!” Dustin was yelling.
“This way, this way!” Steve shouted and the kids ran after him.
You stayed at the back, making sure none of the kids got left behind as you navigated your way through the tunnels.
Mike stumbled over a vine and you stopped.
“Guys!” You yelled. Mike clung to your desperately  as the vine tangled around his leg and you kicked out at the vine.
Steve swung his bat and hit the vine and it curled away form Mike’s leg and you pulled him to his feet.
“Let’s go! We gotta go!” You yelled.
But then a bloodcurdling noise filled the tunnel and you all froze.
A demadog growled behind you and you only turned in time to see it pounce.
You screamed as you fell to the ground and the demadog ripped into your leg.
Pain spread through your whole body and you writhed in agony as the demadog ripped flesh from your waist.
Steve smashed his bat against it and the demadog flew to the side.
It let out a screech and it’s face opened up but Steve smashed it with his bat til it stopped moving.
“Steve!” The kids were yelling.
They hovered over you, their faces full of worry.
Steve pushed them out of the way and knelt by your side.
“Babe?! Oh god! Oh shit!
He glanced at your already paling face.
Your wounds were serious. The demadog had torn a chunk of flesh out of your right thigh and out of your side.
Tears began to stream from his face.
“Steve you have to go!” You sobbed. “You have to get them out, you have to leave me.”
“No!” He yelled.
“Steve you have to! There’s no time!  You have to get them out!”
Your face was wet with tears and Steve ripped the bandana from his face.
He crashed his lips against yours, earning a serious of ‘Ugh’s from the kids.
“I’m not leaving you.” He whispered.
He slid his arms beneath you and hauled you into his arms.
“Go! Run!” He yelled at the kids.
They obeyed and Steve went as fast as he could, carrying you through the tunnels.
“Stay with me babe.” He whispered.
“Stay with me.”



You sat in front of your dresser as you blow dried your hair, watching your work in the reflection of your mirror.
Once it was mostly dry you turned off your hair drier and sat up.
Almost instantly you heard a rapping against your window.
You glanced over to see Steve knocking lightly against the glass.
“Steve!” You hissed as you crossed the room. You opened the window and he clambered inside.
“Thank god, I’ve been knocking for ages.”
He flashed you his winning smile and you couldn’t help but smile back.
“You can’t keep doing this.”
He pulled you to him and planted a kiss in your lips.
“I can go,”’He kissed you again. “If you want.”
You moaned against his lips and shook your head.
He grinned at you and you pulled him to the bed.
The next ten minutes was spent kissing in the bed  and you pushed him away before things got too heated.
“We can’t, we’ll wake my parents!”
Steve sighed and rolled off of you.
“I can’t wait for the future. For our future.”
“Oh yeah?” You curled into his side and he stroked your hair.
“Yeah, I mean. We can have a house of our own. Whatever you want, wherever you want.”
You smiled up at him and he continued.
“With enough space for the kids to run around. God our kids are gonna be so good looking.”
You laughed. “Cause of their dad.”  You nudged him.
He smiled and shook his head. “Cause of you. You are.. so, beautiful.”
You blushed and he kissed your lips softly.
“I can’t wait to marry you. To grow old with you.”
You smiled at the idea and buried your face in his neck.
“Me too.” You whispered.
His hands ghosted down your back as he wrapped you in his arms.
“I love you, (Y/N).”
You smiled. “I love you too.”
He pulled back and cupped your face gently and his eyes were full of passion.
“No, I really love you. More than anything in this world.”
You smiled up at him. “I know. I love you Steve, always.”
He nodded slowly.
“Always.”




“Be careful!”
The kids hooked their arms around yours and Steve watched anxiously as they lifted you through the whole.
As soon as you were up he hauled himself up the rope and crawled across the dirt to where they had laid you.
“Babe! Shit baby stay with me!”
He ripped his shirt from his body and wrapped it around your leg.
You lifted your hand and grabbed his wrist.
He looked up at you, panic and pain in his eyes and you shook your head slowly, tears streaming down your face.
”Steve,”
“No!” Steve yelled.
He sobbed over you and pulled your body to him.
His hands wrapped around your head and he sobbed against you.
“Steve, it’s too late.” You whispered.
The pain spread through your body and you could feel the darkness creeping in and you knew.
You knew these breaths were your last.
Memories flooded your mind.
Your first kiss with Steve, the first time you saw him. The first date and how he had been late because “Hair this perfect takes time.”. The first time you said I loved you and the first time he said it back.
You closed your eyes and tears rolled down your cheeks.
You knew.
You knew he was your soulmate, your everything and you knew you had to leave him. You had lost too much blood already, your wounds were too severe.
You knew you were dying.
“Please, (y/n)!” Steve sobbed.
You lifted your hand to his swollen cheek and ran your thumb across his lips.
“I love you.” You whispered, “I love you so much.”
“No!” Steve yelled. “Don’t give up!”
“Steve.” You whispered, shaking your head against his chest. “Listen to me.”
Your breath hitched in your throat.
He met your eye and seeing the pain in his eyes tore you apart.
“I love you.” You told him.
Tears rolled down his cheeks and you gulped.
“I love you, (y/n). Please don’t leave me, please.” He begged. His body shook as he held you to him.
The darkness was spreading and you closed your eyes. “I love you Steve.” You said again.
He had to know.
“Always.”
“Always.” He repeated.
Sobs ripped through him as he heard your last breath leave your body.
“No!” He whispered. “No! No!”
His whispers turned to yells as he clung to your lifeless body and he knew in that moment he would give anything.
He would give anything to wake up and have this all be a bad dream. A weird, crazy fucked up dream.
But he knew it was real. Nothing had ever felt more real.
He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against yours.
His hand caressed your cheek and tears continued to stream down his face.
He pressed his lips against yours and closed his eyes.
“Always.” He whispered.
“Always.”

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Our first kiss wasn’t behind the high school. Not in the movie theater’s back row. Not after the first breakdown. It went like this: Me, released from the hospitaljail with a fresh prescription, one bag packed, staying at a friend’s house, with no exit plan or exist plan. Walking the length of a concrete road, I turned & asked: Has it been cloudy for days — ­ & the sun just came out? She said: No, Shira. It’s been sunny all week. So then. It was your sudden mouth. Your broom that swept the sky of its minor chord. There’s no metaphor here. When I looked up, I saw the sun

Shira Erlichman, “Ode to Lithium #9,″ published in The Offing

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Do you remember that family trip we took? Somewhere in California, when I left the map at the rest stop bathroom? Oh yeah, how could I forget? Dad was furious. And he refused to pull over and ask for directions. And after him and mom arguing for hours, and us complaining, he finally said, ‘Screw it!’, and he just pulled over. And we played in the water for hours until the sun went down. I don’t even remember where we were going, but I just.. I’ve never forgotten that beach.

My hardest days, I would lose myself in that memory. Pretend that the desert sand was the beach. That the screams and yelling were laughter and seagulls. And I could fake everything but the water. And I promised myself, if I ever get out, I am going to live by the ocean in California and I am going to feel that water every day.

femme fatale || mitch rapp (smut)

word count: 9,666

warnings: smut, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, angst, mentions of death, betrayal

author’s note: my first mitch rapp anything really! i hope you guys enjoy this because i’m so genuinely in love with this fic! special thank you to @were-cheetah-stiles who helped me with this and gave me so much support! she’s on vacation right now, so she is unable to read it. anyway, enjoy!

pairing: mitch rapp / reader

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Pulling the chair from underneath the table, Y/N set the last box of ammunition on the wooden surface next to the various handguns spread across the table as she sat down. She pushed her hair back behind her ear and sighed, ejecting the magazine from the gun by pressing the button on the side of the hand grip. She inserted the ammunition into the magazine, filling it back up before reinserting it briskly, hearing a clicking noise, which indicated that the magazine was locked in place.

She continued her actions, awaiting to hear the news on her next assignment from Irene Kennedy who was the director of the Counter-terrorism center at the CIA. Y/N had been recruited four years ago as a potential agent, only being twenty one years old. When Irene heard of the young woman and what happened to her as a teenager, she immediately took an interest.

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Nectar of The Goddess

Originally posted by theonewhoprotested

@permanentcross I told you it was coming soon, hopefully this will make a good little miniseries

“Bet yah taste sweet,” He purred in her ear before cleaning off one of his fingers and letting out a groan of his own. “Oh yah do love, best thing ‘ve ever tasted. Even better than those drinks yah make me. Although, guess it should be huh, after all it’s the nectar o’ the goddess. Why don’ yah go head and taste it.”

He held his other finger to her lips and Y/N seized the opportunity she saw. Her lips closed around his finger and she sucked firmly, running her tongue around it as she rocked her head back and forth slightly. Harry knew that if he fucked her right now that he was going to climax way too quickly, he had to prep her more, needed to get her all ready for his cock and build up her orgasm.

“Want to truly taste yah love. Got to taste the nectar o’ the goddess from the source.”

or

Y/N is a bartender who makes all sorts of drinks for Harry, but Harry’s favorite drink is Y/N’s juices

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anonymous asked:

RFA + minor trio being protective of MC?

I hope you like this anon! btw as much as I like vanderwood, I have no idea how to write him and feel like I won’t do justice if I did so i’ll have to leave him out for this one, sorry. If I do learn how to write him i’ll include him in my future scenarios btw I feel like I went to far from what’s supposed to be yikes, i tried to show different kinds of protectiveness though!


YOOSUNG

  • Yoosung was ecstastic because MC would be visiting his university to write a report about 
  • “I’m confused MC what’s this for again?”
  • “I’m telling you Yoosung, I need a survey from universities nearby. Why? You don’t want me to visit?”
  • “Of course I want! It’s just I can’t believe you’d pick my school when there’s one much closer to yours”
  • “Silly, it’s scary going to an unknown university alone. Knowing you’d be there puts me to ease” 
  • She kissed his cheek as he sighed in content
  • The following day, Yoosung waited for MC, giddy but anxious
  • But she didn’t really come on the time she said she would be going
  • So he looked for her
  • And he found her talking to some of his friends 
  • They were all crowding her as she happily talked to them
  • He felt himself go itchy seeing the scene but willed it away
  • But when one of his friends grabbed a hold of her hand muttering a “You’re beautiful”, he quickly got to her side and placed his arm around her shoulder
  • “I see you’ve met my girlfriend”
  • He made sure to emphasize on the word as his friends stared at him in bewilderment
  • “She’s your girlfriend? Oh sorry bro I didn’t mean to-”
  • “Yeah yeah it’s totally cool I just wanted you guys to know”
  • They put their hands up as they snickered at how jealous he’s becoming
  • Yoosung turned her around as they started walking the other direction, waving his hand 
  • Once they got to a deserted hallway he pinned her to the wall
  • Grasping his hands on her hips he started making out with her
  • You’re mine” He growled
  • “Yoosung” she said breathless against him as he started attacking her neck with kisses
  • “Yoosung what are you doing”
  • “Showing them who you belong to”
  • He gave her one last hard kiss as he pulled on her hand 
  • “Cmon, you still have a report to make”
  • “You can’t just do that!”

ZEN

  • Zen wanted to take MC as his plus one in the party celebrating the success of the musical he was in
  • She was dressed in a slightly revealing dress and when she came out Zen had his mouth hung low
  • Placing butterfly kisses along her collarbone he said
  • “Don’t tempt me tonight, Babe”
  • Booping on his nose she slightly pushed him away
  • “Whoa there control yourself”
  • Zen pouted as they drove to their destination
  • There were many people, the crew included
  • Zen was actually mingling alot with the people around so he kind of left MC
  • She was slightly mad but she knows he means no harm
  • But she was quite bored 
  • So she took a few drinks and was starting to have fun with the company of other people
  • Zen was still nowhere to be found
  • One guy found his way to her and started talking to her
  • He was alright and didn’t look like he would do something bad so they talked nearly all night
  • With each passing minute MC kept drinking and before she knew it she was buzzed
  • She was faltering in her steps as the guy steadied her
  • “You know what you’re a cute little drunk lady. Do you want to come home with me?” He smirked
  • MC felt disgusted and pushed him off 
  • She then felt strong arms around her as she was pulled towards Zen’s body
  • “This cute little drunk lady is with me” The intensity of his glare made MC shrink back a bit
  • “If you so ever lay another hand on her I will ruin you, do you understand?”
  • The guy gulped as he left
  • “Now cmon little lady, you made me worry tonight”

JUMIN:

  • MC was in his office again
  • I mean what can she say? It was quite boring to be in the penthouse all day
  • She was acually roaming around the building and was greeting people wherever she goes
  • They all adore her
  • They all adore her to the point where MC starts receiving these mysterious flowers
  • She doesn’t know where it comes from but it always appears in her desk in her own little personal office Jumin made especially for her
  • She thought it was Jumin who sent them but when she asked if he went to a florist that day he was only confused
  • These flowers even had notes in them like
  • ‘You are beautiful’
  • ‘The brightness of the sun cannot compare to you’
  • ‘You capture the hearts of many, and I am enraptured by you’
  • She thought it was pretty sweet but it felt awkward coming from another person
  • So she was trying to find out who this was, going around trying to find possible clues
  • Jumin noticed her odd actions thought and confronted her about it
  • She was slightly embarassed to be honest
  • “Um.. its just i’ve been trying to find out who keeps giving me these flowers”
  • Jumin stared at her blankly
  • Someone was… giving her flowers?
  • A sudden possesiveness came over him
  • Someone was sending his love flowers. Only he can do something as intimate
  • So when he told MC to check the CCTV she slapped a hand to her face for not thinking about it earlier
  • So they were rewinding tapes and Jumin would not go back to his duties until the culprit was found
  • This guy doesn’t give flowers to someone’s beloved and get away from it, no
  • So they caught this guy and Jumin confronted him telling him to stay away from MC and that she was his and his only
  • Everyday after that, Jumin would send her the most extravagant of bouquets 

JAEHEE:

  • Jaehee and MC were working in their coffee shop when a bunch of rowdy customers came in
  • They were really causing a ruckus and everyone was getting annoyed
  • But MC still had to accomodate them
  • They starting snickering at her when she came over
  • “She’s so ugly” one said
  • MC was suddenly aware of how she looked and how she acted
  • She was feeling really insecure as she clenched her fist, willing her tears away
  • But still she put a brave smile on
  • “What would you guys want to have?” She asked
  • “Hm, we’ll have the other waitress please” 
  • The group laughed and high fived each other as MC looked down
  • Soon arms wrapped around her shoulders as Jaehee stood menacingly towards them
  • They slightly cowarded at the look she was giving them as Jaehee spoke in a firm, commanding voice
  • “If you want to speak like that to the people working here then you will never be welcome back to this place. MC is the owner of this cafe and I would not tolerate your harsh words towards her, now pick your bags up and leave this instance” 
  • MC could tell Jaehee was holding back and when the group scurried over to the door, one gave them a look before sticking their tongue out and walking away
  • Jaehee’s glasses broke as she strated marching, wanting to judo them into oblivion
  • MC grabbed her wrist to stop her and kissed her cheek
  • “Thank you for saving me”
  • “Of course, MC. I would never let them do anything to you”
  • The next following days, Jaehee had been watching each and every customer MC served like a hawk
  • And everytime there was someone remotely rude to her she was sure to come and give them a piece of their mind

SEVEN:

  • They were at at disneyland celebrating their anniversary
  • MC loved the fact that Seven really does go out of his way when he really wants to
  • He was supposed to be working on something important but told her he would come on a condition that she would let him work sometime of the day while they were there
  • MC agreed because she understood the weight of his task 
  • So here they are, hand in hand struting along
  • They were having fun, playing games and riding different kinds of rides
  • MC loved taking pictures with the mascots
  • She especially loved taking pictures with mickey
  • He was actually very… clingy
  • But MC being oblivious paid no mind
  • He would link his arm around hers and they would walk together
  • Seven could almost feel the smirk behind the mask
  • They both kind of fought for MC
  • Mickey stayed with them for a duration of time and he would actually hold her hand
  • MC thought it was super cute 
  • Seven then decided to grab her other hand and kiss it, making her laugh by cracking some jokes
  • Then mickey bent down a bit and pointed at his cheek
  • MC kissed it
  • “That damn mouse, what is he doing with my girlfriend”
  • Seven then tried to drag her along to come to  another place but mickey came along with them, often dancing and getting cheek kisses from MC
  • Seven was fuming
  • He gave mickey the harshest glare he could muster and dragged MC away from him for good this time
  • Mickey created sad gestures as he skipped away
  • Seven breathed in relief
  • They spent a good amount of time after that until Seven told her he needed to work with the guilt on his face
  • MC gave his hand a little squeeze “It’s completely fine, I’m just going to play with the arcades here”
  • So Seven found a secluded place to stay and work but can’t help but feel something wrong at the back of his mind
  • After enconding some things, he got up to look for her
  • And lo and behold again it was mickey standing by her
  • This time with his mask off so he could see the man behind it
  • They were laughing as Seven came up to them and gripped her waist
  • Spinning her around he gave her a deep kiss
  • They were practicically were making out in front of mickey
  • He got so embarassed and apologized as he walked away
  • That’s right you mouse, get away from me my love 
  • “Seven! what are you doing!” MC asked in shock with her cheeks tinted red
  • He gave her a little peck on the lips 
  • “Just needed to show him who you belong to, I’ve always like goofy more than him anyways”

SAERAN:

  • They were strolling by the bay, a little getaway for them
  • Saeyoung suggested an outing with just the three of them
  • Saeran was reluctant but the fact that MC would be there coaxed him into it
  • I mean he probably wouldn’t allow MC and Saeyoung to be alone
  • So here they are at a secluded bay Saeyoung found
  • Seyoung was back in their little campsite to give them some privacy because cmon he only wanted to have this outing to play cupid
  • So MC and Saeran walked, fingers brushing against the other
  • His cheeks were tinted a light pink because of their proximity
  • But when MC moved away Saeran slightly grumbled
  • She only stood atop of the mini wall that seperates the ground from the sea
  • Easy to fall over to the other side 
  • Saeran’s eyes widened a fraction 
  • “You idiot, get down”
  • MC pouted
  • “Aw why are you such a meanie, Saeran. Killing the fun”
  • “I”m not killing the fun, i’m serious get down from there”
  • “Get down from where? I can’t hear you”
  • She made faces and giggled 
  • As she was laughing, her footing stumbled and she shrieked as she was wobbling to get her balance
  • Saeran’s face darkened as he quickly got to her and yanked on her arm, pulling her and crashing unto him, making them both fall down
  • Saeran was hugging MC close to him, his heart racing at what could have been
  • MC was still in a state of shock and thought Saeran was mad at her
  • But when she found the gentle caress of his hands trembling, that’s when she knew he was terrified
  • “G-God MC you” His voice was laced with worry
  • MC bashfully faced him and looked down where she was fiddling with his shirt
  • “I’m sorry”
  • “You better be sorry. Look what could have happened if I didn’t!- You could have- Ugh” 
  • Saeran tightly held her in his arms again
  • “I don’t want to lose you”
  • MC held him tighter
  • “You won’t, I promise”
pre-zimbits, in which bittle is drunk and jack is very patient (and a jerk with a great ass)

“I can’t believe I didn’t stay for Senior Week last year.”

Bittle was sprawled across the grass in the little cemetery on the other side of the soccer field. Jack wasn’t entirely sure how he got here, but he was very drunk and very alone, and everyone else was very drunk and not answering Bittle’s texts.

“Having fun?” Jack asked, hands in his pockets.

Bittle pulled himself to his feet, using a headstone for balance. “Mmph, sorry there, Mr. Dead Dude. Don’t haunt me for this.”

Bittle was drunker than Jack feared. He stumbled over, eyes glassy and unfocused. There was no doubt Jack would be cleaning vomit tonight; Bittle was so buying him Annie’s tomorrow.

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What about the RFA and Unknown and V finding out that MC has a career in the arts (author, artist, actor or something like that?) @saeranlover


Lol it’s been like 5,000 years since I’ve done a request, here you go bbies

Yoosung:

  • It was always a lingering thought in Yoosung’s mind
  • The thought always came randomly, but sometimes he swore that he  recognized your voice
  • Like the one time you yelled “Come at me!” at a friend who was teasing you and he just froze for a second to think about why it sounded familiar
  • It wasn’t until one day he was testing out a LOLOL character he’s never played before and she screamed out a line of dialogue before her attack
  • And suddenly he heard your voice behind him perfectly recreate the line
  • He turned around to see you cheekily grinning from your place on the bed
  • But it was wiped off your face soon enough because baby boi just pounced you into a big hug
  • “MC WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU VOICED A CHARACTER IN LOLOL I WOULD’VE PLAYED AS HER MORE OFTEN IF I KNEW.”
  • You giggled as he rapidly asked you other things you voice acted in and gawked when he recognized the other characters you’ve voiced in games and cartoons
  • He’ll shyly ask you to reenact his favorite lines or scenes and his inner fanboy will show
  • Yoosung’s never really been into the behind the scenes stuff but he already somewhat was a fan of yours before so he’s basically dating his favorite VA
  • Silly lil’ peanut is gonna ask for your autograph on his merch of the characters you’ve voiced

Jaehee:

  • She found out during one of your nights in
  • You were in the kitchen preparing the snacks while Jaehee sorted through the set of musicals the two of you had rented for tonight (you finally convinced her that watching ‘Promiscuous Jalapeno’ for the 8th time in a row was a little much)
  • Once that was all said and done, you cuddled up to Jaehee while the movie started as she fed you popcorn
  • Oh crap, you recognized this movie
  • You actually got the part of the main dancer in this film (it was your typical dance batte film)
  • You somewhat never wanted her to find out  that you were an actor/dancer in fear of always being compared to Zen
  • Once your character was introduced, Jaehee’s eyes squinted a little at the screen before gasping and shaking your shoulders
  • “MC, MC, IS THAT YOU?”
  • “U-uhm nooooo…?”
  • “Wait, why would you keep this secret from me?”
  • After explaining your reasoning as to why, she just pulled you into a tight hug
  • “I’d never compare you anyone else, I love you just the way you are, famous or not!”
  • After watching the movie, she put aside the time to scour the internet for every performance you’ve been in and is about to be the proud owner of all your merch
  • jaehee please no that was our grocery money

Zen:

  • “lolol zen have you seen mc’s latest cover?”
  • “Cover? What’re you talking about?”
  • “the one on her youtube channel???”
  • “…”
  • “you do know what she does for a living, right??”
  • After Seven endlessly mocked Zen for not knowing what his own girlfriend did for a living, Seven graciously provided the link to your Youtube channel
  • Zen then proceeded to spend the next 3 hours of his life going through
  • your entire channel
  • He knew that you liked to sing and sounded like an angel but this
  • This is something extraordinary
  • You actually made a living doing this and he never even knew!
  •  He finally made his way up to your latest cover (which was uploaded about a week ago), and HO L Y  C R A P
  • It was the song he’s practiced at home for months on end for a musical he recently just starred in!
  • When you get home that night, you’re bombarded with compliments and questions (mostly compliments)
  • You explained that you never recorded around him because you were afraid that he might’ve thought you were going to use him for popularity
  • “Babe, I know you would never do that NOW WILL YOU PLEASE DUET WITH ME–”
  • Guess who has the best mashup cover of ‘Butterfly’ now

Jumin:

  • Coming home a few hours early was indeed a rare occurrence for Jumin
  • Usually when he came home, you were instantly there to greet him with a hug and kiss
  • He called your name, but there was no response, just a faint typing sound
  • After hanging his coat on the coat hanger, he began walking towards the noise, his hands already working on loosening his tie
  • “Ah, here you are, my love,” he said upon entering the officeroom
  • “Jumin, you’re home early,” you smiled, letting your husband wrap his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin atop your head
  • “The office had to close early for some renovations,” Jumin explained, “but I’m more interested in what you’re working on.”
  • “I’m working on my next book!”
  • The surprised look on his face made you remember that you never brought it up to him before, but now is as good as time as any to explain
  • Jumin seemed genuinely intrigued as he listened to your explanation on your book series, which was apparently very popular
  • When you finished, he asked if you could lend him the first addition, as he did enjoy reading in his spare time
  • And soon enough, he was hooked
  • He’d have long talks with you over dinner on how he wasn’t expecting a plot twist or how well you wrote your characters
  • Or about how you should hurry and finish the next book because you left him on a cliffhanger

707:

  • He’s known since the background check that you had a job in digital art but he tucked that away in the back of his head because there were too many other things happening at the time (eg the hacker, your sudden appearance, his emotions and job…)
  • It isn’t until one day where he’s been able to work for a few hours straight without you lecturing him about how he should take a break
  • So he got up from his chair, slapped his right leg a few times to wake it up, and ventured outside his office to find you
  • To no surprise, you were huddled inside in the bedroom, but this time with your drawing tablet in hand
  • “Hey Saeyoung,” you tiredly muttered, eyes still glued to the laptop screen
  • His eyes trailed to where you were looking and a look of mock hurt morphed on his face, “MC, how dare you draw a picture of another man!”
  • You stifled a laugh at your boyfriend’s dramatic tone, “Zen just asked me to draw some things for his website so I’m–”
  • You should me drawing me instead! Here, I’ll even pose for you!” 
  • You regret even looking behind you, because Saeyoung was already stripping down to his boxers, need I remind you the pair with cat faces on them
  • “DRAW ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH GIRLS.”
  • “SAEYOUNG PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON AND GET TO BACK TO WORK!”

V:

  • Usually you were making some sort of noise in the house, but today you were oddly quiet
  • “MC? Where are you?”
  • “I’m in the living room,” you hollered back as he started making his way over, “Be careful not to bump my arm though.”
  • “What’re you doing?” he asked, taking a seat on the floor next to you
  • You explained that you liked paint and used it as a way to make some extra pocket money
  • V was very happy and excited to hear that you had an artistic career just like him
  • You were always delighted to describe the paintings to him, and you always did it with such passion
  • After awhile, he started to miss photography and he so badly wanted to see your work for himself
  • So he decided to get the eye surgery
  • Once he did, he was shocked at how much he can see your heart poured onto the canvas
  • You often went out into nature together and sit there together for hours to photograph/paint and enjoy one another’s company
  • You also loved painting some of V’s older photographs and he loved it and every single one is framed in the house
  • #artsycouple
  • The day you painted a picture of the sun and gave it to him, he cried

Unknown:

  • The first time Saeran ever walked into your room, his eyes immediately darted to the big, colorful collection of sticky note pads on your desk
  • He picked one up, noting that every one had a slightly different drawing than the others, “What’re these for?”
  • “Oh, I’m an animator! I like to use these sticky notes when I’m bored.”
  • He never got to watch cartoons as a child so this was all new to him
  • Watching you peacefully work is very, very soothing to him, to just watch the lines fill with color so smoothly
  • You even let him have some of your already drawn-on sticky note pads and he likes to flip through them when he’s nervous or needs to calm down when something’s bothering him
  • His favorite is the one you made for him where it goes “I love you, Saeran!” with a cute little doodle of a cartoony-looking you kissing his cheek on it
  • As mentioned before, he never got to watch cartoons or movies as a kid and he’s willing to watch the ones you’ve worked on
  • It always amazes him that you made what was on the screen and he loves it (he’s never said it out loud but it shows on his face)
  • He really enjoys the ones that are story-based rather than the nonsense slapstick ones (which is what Saeyoung enjoys, much to his dismay)
  • Seeing the childlike innocence in his eyes is heartwarming and you wouldn’t trade it for the world