the opposite of disappearing

Fluff Month Day 17 - "AU"

I’ve been wanting to do a dance AU forever omg

I didn’t really know what songs were playing, but the last one is Galway Girl by Ed Sheeran because I love that song.

Marinette smiled to herself as she wandered the halls at her dance school. Her headphones were plugged into her ears, her jacket was hanging loosely from her shoulders, she had a warm cup of hot chocolate in her hand, and she was on cloud nine.

It was the Friday before Christmas break, which meant school that day had been significantly shorter. It also meant that Marinette had relatively no homework to do, and she was free to go pretty much wherever she wanted on a Friday night when she would normally be doing homework. So naturally, she had chosen to go to her second favorite place, besides her bakery: dance class. Except since it was so late on the Friday before break, there were no classes going on.

Marinette hadn’t realized that the school probably shouldn’t have been open until she was already inside and walking around. She had brushed it off, though, deciding that someone probably just had a private somewhere in the building. She had set off a few minutes ago to go find where it was being held, but she hadn’t found anyone yet. In fact, the only sign of anyone besides Marinette being there at all was the large duffle bag sitting on one of the benches in the lobby.

Marinette swayed side to side with her music, closing her eyes for a moment so she could really feel out the music. She spun once, hopped out of it, and chasséd down the rest of the hallway before coming to the stairs that led to the second story.

She was halfway up the stairs when she heard it.

Music. Coming from upstairs.

Marinette ripped her earbuds out, pausing her playlist and shoving her phone into her dance bag as she took the stairs two at a time all the way up. She entered the upstairs lobby, peering around in the near dark until she spotted a light coming from the far corner studio’s window. She walked over to it, taking a sip of her hot chocolate as she cautiously peered through the window into the studio, and nearly choked.

Adrien Agreste, son of famous fashion designer and company owner Gabriel Agreste, was inside. He was wearing his normal sneakers and striped shirt, but instead of jeans he wore sweatpants and instead of his signature white jacket he wore a dark red jacket tied around his waist. He spun once, before jumping to his right and body rolling out of it. The music he was dancing to pumped out loudly, drowning out Marinette as she practically screeched into her hot chocolate. She didn’t know Adrien could dance!

And he was good at it too, Marinette noted as she continued to watch Adrien through the window. His body moved easily in time with the music, hitting all the beats with different steps and movements. His hair flew back and forth in front of his face, for the first time looking messy and unkempt. So…NOT Adrien. But it was kinda cute, and as Adrien turned towards the window Marinette found herself thinking that his hair actually looked a lot like Chat Noir’s did and…

Marinette’s eyes widened as Adrien stopped dancing, staring at her through the window. Dammit. She had forgotten that the second floor two way mirrors were being replaced.

Marinette waved awkwardly, walking to the studio door and opening it to let herself inside as Adrien rushed to turn off the music. His face was bright red, but whether it was from embarrassment or just all the dancing he had been doing, Marinette wasn’t sure.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to intrude! I was just here to get in some practice, but no one was here, so I came upstairs and saw the light on and…yeah.”

Marinette fidgeted with her bag as Adrien finally got the music to pause. He turned and stared at her for a minute, before smiling and relaxing his shoulders.

“Don’t worry, you weren’t intruding on anything. I just wasn’t expecting anyone is all,” Adrien explained, running a hand through his hair. It was noticeably sweat soaked, and Marinette had to avert her eyes from Adrien’s now very exposed arm muscles. She didn’t think she had ever seen him without a jacket.

“Oh, um, that’s…good. I-I’ll just be going then…”

“Oh! Um, actually Marinette, you take ballroom classes, right?” Adrien asked quickly before Marinette could leave. She froze in place before nodding slowly.

“Yeah, why?”

Adrien sighed and untied the jacket from his waist, tossing it over to the one way mirror against the wall.

“My dad’s hosting this dinner…party…THING, and apparently there’s going to be dancing there. I’m supposed to dance, but I’ve only taken a few ballroom lessons, and I haven’t spoken to my dad about it yet because I uh…well I just don’t particularity want MORE after school activities,” Adrien explained, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“I was kind of hoping you could help me, because I thought I heard you mention a few days ago that you took ballroom classes. I would have asked you earlier today at school, but you kind of zoomed out of class…”

Marinette winced. She had definitely been in a hurry to get home after her last class that day, but only because she was excited to be here, at dance again.

“Ahaha…yep. Uh, I’d love to help you, though, definitely!” Marinette stuttered out, her voice rising in pitch. She shut her mouth embarrassedly, and looked down at the marley dance floor beneath her feet.

“Really? That’s great! Thank you so much!” Adrien said, his face lighting up. Marinette blushed, but gave him a small smile as he walked over to her and took her hand.

He led her over to the speakers, turning down the volume on them before turning his phone back on and scrolling through his playlists until he found the right one.

“Aha, found it. I don’t know if you have any song preferences, but I personally love these for stuff like this.”

Marinette grinned as she looked over Adrien’s playlist. The songs he had were mostly sappy, old fashioned love songs from way back when. They looked like the kind of songs Chat would like, she thought with amusement.

“You really haven’t taken many ballroom classes, have you?” She teased him. “You know, not all ballroom dances have to be waltzes. Whenever I go to competitions for this stuff, it’s usually pretty upbeat. Tangoes, Salsas, there’s a ton.”

Marinette ticked these off on her fingers as Adrien put down his phone and crossed his arms. Shoot, had she offended him?

“Okay, what do you suggest then?” Adrien asked, turning to face her.

Marinette expected him to wear a sarcastic grin on his face, but Adrien appeared completely serious, with only a polite smile visible on his face. She suddenly realized how close the two were standing. She had to look up to see his face, since he was nearly a full head taller than her, but from the way he blushed and took a small step back, he had noticed the closeness as well. And didn’t like it, Marinette thought with dismay.

She shrugged it off as she turned back to Adrien’s phone and unplugged it, taking her own phone out of her bag instead and plugging it into the speaker. She tapped on a random song, not too upbeat but not purely classical like Adrien’s music had been. Then she dropped her dance bag next to the mirror and turned around.

When Marinette danced, she always found herself acting more like Ladybug than Marinette. Her confidence came naturally with the music, and so she walked over to where Adrien was standing in the middle of the studio with her signature Ladybug smirk on her face.

“Okay, first…you can start however you want pretty much…but usually it’s in the typical waltz position,” Marinette explained, guiding one of Adrien’s hands to her waist, and the other to her own hand.

He nodded nervously, and Marinette straightened herself up to her full height.

“You’re a good dancer; just follow me and you’ll be fine,” she said, giving him a shy smile before starting to move with the music.

She was almost surprised by how easily Adrien followed her movements, giving her space to dance while still maintaining the original closeness, that is, until he spun her outwards. She giggled as the room spun around her before Adrien pulled her back in and they continued dancing.

“Let’s try a circle,” Marinette suggested.

Adrien nodded and Marinette grinned, pulling Adrien around in a half circle before they started moving towards a corner of the room. The song changed as they finished their first circle, Adrien grinning as Marinette laughed out loud.

“I hope you like Ed Sheeran,” she chuckled, Adrien smiled back.

He spun her around quickly, catching her right on the beat before spinning her the opposite direction and catching her the same way. Marinette’s smile disappeared as she realized how close they were, even closer than when the dance had started, but Adrien didn’t seem to notice, taking her with him as he chasséd sideways.

“I doubt father will play Ed Sheeran at his ‘event’,” Adrien chuckled, “but this is fun.”

He stopped spinning suddenly, taking a step back and letting go of Marinette’s hand.

“Thanks, Mari. I really appreciate this.”

Marinette laughed nervously, blushing and pulling at one of her pigtails.

“You really didn’t need much help,” she said, shrugging, “and besides, what are friends for?”

Adrien’s face softened and he smiled at her genuinely, he walked over to the speakers to pause the music before turning back to her.

“Hey, my dad said I needed to invite someone. I was going to bring Chloe, but she’ll be there either way since her dad is the mayor, so um, would you want to come?”

Marinette’s eyes widened and the hand that had been pulling at her pigtails dropped to her side in shock.

“Only if you want to. It’s at six on Sunday night,” Adrien explained.

Marinette continued to stare.

“Uh…there will be a lot of business people there, but like I said, Chloe will be there, and me, and a couple other people our age that we can talk to so that you don’t get bored. And there will definitely be food. So…do you want to come? …Marinette?”

Marinette blinked quickly, blushing and shifting on her feet.

“I-I’d love to come! Sorry, I just kinda spaced out for a second,” she apologized.

Adrien’s face lit up, and he grinned at her with excitement.

“Great! I gotta go, Gorilla just texted me that he’s waiting outside, but…see you then?”

Marinette nodded enthusiastically as Adrien picked up his jacket. He slipped it on and pocketed his phone before heading to the door. Marinette smiled at him, waving as he turned back and waved too before disappearing down the hall.

Marinette waited a few seconds, making sure Adrien had really left, before scrambling for her phone and furiously typing in a text to Alya.

What had just happened? Was this a date?

What was she going to WEAR!?

good girl » myg » m

» request: nopeee

» genre: mostly smut

» author’s note: i write too many bts scenarios omg,,,,,,, i guess they’ve really just been inspiring me a lot lately so oh well. also i’m v proud of this edit bc i photoshopped yoongi’s tattoos and i think it looks pretty cool if i do say so myself ^-^ anyways, i hope you all enjoy and feel free to request ! 

» word count: 3.4k+

» warnings: au, asphyxiation kink, daddy kink, light bondage, a little bit of degradation, alcohol use, smoking, etc.

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A quick sigh fell from your lips as you pushed through the crowd, searching desperately for any sign of Namjoon. The sweaty bodies of your peers shoved and jostled you, making it difficult for you to navigate the room in search for your friend, but you managed. Pushing your way into the front room, you catch sight of his disheveled hair, and sweat-glistening skin, “Yah, Kim Namjoon!” You call, catching his attention.

He turns on his heels to face you and grins, waving you over to where he stands with Seokjin and some girl you’ve never seen before. You wrestle your way through the last bit of the crowd, and finally you reach where they stand in front of the window. Namjoon drapes an arm over your shoulder, and you lean into the comfort of his sweaty, but strangely comfortable embrace. “I was looking for you,” Namjoon says, a smile playing on his lips as you laugh at his lie. 

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Hide and Seek

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader -A/B/O

Summary:  You’re a bonded Omega who left your human family when you were turned. Now, a year later, your mother and father have hired an interventionist to extract you from what they assume is a cult. 

A/N: What are a/b/o dynamics

Words: 5300+

Beta: @just-another-busy-fangirl

Warnings: Pregnancy, kidnapping, dominance, violence. References to: claiming, choking, oral sex, unprotected sex (obvi), biting, rough sex, some dom/sub overtones.

Your name: submit What is this?

It’s not that you didn’t love your family, in fact it’s quite the opposite, love is the reason you disappeared. Being bitten by a werewolf meant that life as you knew it was over. You had nightmares of killing your mother under a full moon, unable to control your base instincts: ripping out your father’s heart and eating it raw under the night sky.

Telling them the truth wasn’t an option; your father’s a physiologist, your mother a nurse. They’re level headed people who at the first mention of lycanthropy would have had you committed.

You couldn’t stay. You couldn’t see a way out, so you ran.

You wrote a note. Most of it was lies, but you wanted it to seem plausible. It wasn’t in your character to just abandon the people you loved, so you had to make it seem real. You had to hurt them so they would let you go. You wrote about meeting someone you wanted to start a life with, about how they’d suffocated you for twenty five years and you just couldn’t take anymore. You told them they drove you to leave.

You cried as you set the note on the kitchen table early one brisk autumn morning, then walked out the door falsely assuming you’d never seem them again.

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Circus au

When Keith got out of prison there weren’t many options for work.
Few farm owners were willing to let him work for them even before he was caught with another man.
Now he was wondering the city and the sun was going down with Keith having no idea where he was going to sleep.
Keith sat in a door way just as it started to rain and shivered in the cold his fingers already turning blue.
His old army coat did little to keep the wind from chilling him right down to the bone.
“Are you ok?”
Keith looked up surprised to see a man wearing grey and black makeup, his hair was slicked back and was wearing a large black coat.
“Erm…” Keith found himself speechless staring at the intricate details painted across the mans face.
“Are you hurt? Or something…”
Keith seemed to snap out of his stupor. “N-no… j-just c-cold.”
The man looked at him for a moment clearly debating something in his mind. “Your coming with me then, I can offer you a warm place to sleep and hot meal if your willing to lend a hand tonight?”
Keith stared at him for a month “your serious?”
The man smiled “yeah, I mean we always need help on opening night.”
He nodded towards a colourful poster advertising the circus being in town, with a few prominent figures drawn doing an act.
One was a man hung upside down wearing all black with a familiar white strip in his hair.
“That’s you?” Keith asked as he struggled to his feet.
The man smiled “yeah, my stage name is Champion. But you can call me Shiro.” He offered a hand to shake and Keith took it without hesitation.
“Well Keith, let’s get you dried off and working. After all the show starts in little over an hour.”
Keith allowed himself to be pulled along by Shiro through the winding streets all the way to a field where a large red and white striped tent was already set up with people busily running around.
Keith stared as people in brightly coloured costumes darted around him carrying various pieces of equipment.
He was so focused on the pageantry of it all that he didn’t notice the person running towards them until the two collided.
“Ouch watch where your going!” He snapped looking up from where he had been knocked to the ground.
“Lance you ran into him.” Shiro sighed.
Lance pouted crossing his arms “still his fault.”
Keith looked him over.
He didn’t look like anything special, wearing a long light grey coat that almost reached the floor made him look positively scrawny.
Shiro rolled his eyes as he helped the boy up “be nice… just… go get ready for the show.”
Lance grinned giving him a two finger salute as he took off again, purposefully bumping shoulders with Keith as he passed.
“Who the hell was that?” Keith muttered staring after him angrily.
“Believe it all not, that’s the circus heart breaker. His names Lance, he only joined a little while ago but he’s already got a bit of a name for himself. People call him Siren.”
Keith rose an eyebrow, he found it hard to believe that the jerk he just met could break anyone’s heart.
“Come on, I’ll show you what you can do.” Shiro guided Keith in the opposite direction as Lance disappeared into a white tent.
“Yeah…” Keith sighed “ok.”


Hollywood!Belle x Adam AU

         Adam Bête is the most unhirable actor in all of Los Angeles. Known for his short temper and selfish behavior on sets (along with a fight with a director that landed him on the cover of Us Weekly), his reputation makes it impossible for him to book parts, despite an impressive career. Enter Belle Beaumont, a young scriptwriter who moved to LA to get out of her hometown and is quickly leaning that it isn’t as easy to make it in the city of angels as she thought. Adam’s publicity team, Jean Cogsworth and Claude Lumiere, make a deal with Belle she can’t refuse. Act as if she is in a relationship with Adam for at least a year and she’ll be compensated in addition to using Adam’s Hollywood influence to get her scripts in the hands of producers. Adam gets the image of a devoted boyfriend instead of a bad boy and Belle gets her jumpstart into her career. What could go wrong.
         The two start off icy towards each other, posing for a picture with the paparazzi before disappearing to opposite ends of Adam’s mansion, but between scheduled photo ops and overly planned “candid” couple moments, quickly learn to appreciate each other. Belle is a level head who isn’t impressed by his fame like every other girl is and Adam is a surprisingly well read and trained actor, interesting to bounce ideas off of. The trouble with balancing photographic romance with real life friendship is never simple and Belle and Adam begin to realize their may by something there between them…

fam(ily) - five | pkjm

parent!au: park jimin
A single father of twins show you the true meaning of family and what it takes to love like a parent, even if they aren’t your own.
word count: 5,972
genre: fluff//angst
warnings: explicit language

one | two | three | four | five the end

[A/N]: Sorry it took so long to updated. I started school recently and im taking several AP classes so its hard for me to write often. im so thankful for everyone reading this series, and how much attention it has gotten every since the first chapter, i hope everyone still sticks around for the end (: i also apologize for any typos bc i haven’t proofread 

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Jimin was texting you nonstop, asking if you’ve spotted them. The baby blue was switched out with a dark, navy. Tiny specks dotted the night drop. Minseo was yelling her sister’s name with all her breath. Your throat was raw from screaming for them.

A strange feeling overcame you. A rush of fear and anxiety mixed together and washed over your entire system. Tears were welling, blurring your vision. There were just too much bushes, too many plants. Nothing resembled two small children. 

Losing them felt like something was robbed from you. You had no where to look and everywhere you did look, there was nothing, only dark blue skies and rows of leaves. Minseo heard your whimpers and wrapped her arms around your neck. 

“Ms.(Y/N), I’m sorry for making you cry.” Her tiny voice filled your left ear. You patted her back and shook her head. Children were so pure. They weren’t exposed to anything that would deem harmful to them. They weren’t ruined by the scary world.

“Monkey, are you cold?” You managed to sniff, your throat aching.

“No, because you keep me warm.” She smiled. Even in the worst types of situations, she was able to make you smile. 

they’re not in the trees, or the center, or the field. (Y/N), how could this have happened?

we can’t start blaming ourselves right now, Jimin. Come to the garden, i need you.

Your jumbled mind refused to let you think straight. The feeling was so foreign, nothing like you’ve ever felt. It surpassed the anxiousness of losing your keys or your phone. You lost something that meant practically everything to you. 

You loved the twins with all your heart. They weren’t hard to love. Minseo and Minjoo were the two kindest souls you’ve ever met. They had beautiful smiles that had your knees weak. They rarely fought and they treated you with such respect and pampered you with wholesome love.

Besides Jimin, they were your happiness. They needed to be protected and you wanted to be the one to do that for them. They deserved to be happy and you promised yourself that you’d never let their smiles fade. It was a small oath you made to yourself over the course of the months. You were there for them when they needed you.

Traveling deeper into the garden, you heard wailing. Minseo’s head popped up and she pointed to where it was coming from. You ran, with every ounce of energy you had left. Screaming for them, you heard the sobs get louder.

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So I like to think a lot about how the five paladins all have their associated elements but Coran and Allura don’t seem to, and, as a result, I’ve been kind of ascribing elements to them on my own time.

Allura’s is pretty straightforwards, considering the incredible shows of fluorescence related to her power, and while she wears deep blue and pink, both colors that have been “hers” in the past, VLD Allura’s character color, as indicated heavily in her clothes, her hair, and the Castle that is pretty much her Lion, is white.

I think that Allura’s element is light, and it really fits- with the implicit divinity, the ethereal aesthetics. She’s the team’s guiding light (as a leader) and also their beacon of hope (the entire team cannot go on without her, and times where it seems like she’s taken out of the picture have been the grimmest moments the team has faced)

Allura also explores concepts of enlightenment, empowerment, and a sense of a higher cause. However, she’s also explored sensitively as just one person trying to carry that higher force. At her strongest moments, she is radiant, in tune with higher forces, able to evoke outright miraculous reversals of a situation- at her lower moments, she’s scared, isolated, a tiny match in an incredibly bleak situation. Just one person, young, vulnerable, and not completely sure of what she’s doing at all.

Allura’s the one who, talking to the paladins, suggests that it was the hand of destiny that brought them to her. Fate and such things are often believed to be foretold by the stars, and the main system Allura uses to control the castle manifests as a starfield that she’s able to control.

Again using ATLA allusions, I think Allura is a bit of an avatar figure, not linked to any of the Lion elements specifically but kind of… uniting them, in a fashion. And Shiro, her co-leader, is coincidentally someone who’s sky motif specifically features the night sky, or the depths of space: surrounded by stars.

But then I got onto the subject of Coran, and, stumbled across a surprising, but, fitting, element for him:

I think Coran’s element is darkness.

Compared to the other members of the team, Coran wears rather dark clothes despite the white and blue highlights- his ‘unique’ color seems to be a deep blue-black distinct from Shiro’s gray-black.

And the easiest way to sum up Coran is, he’s kind of the consummate support figure. Unlike all the other members, he never has his own vehicle- but he’s there as support to Allura, trying to make everything run smoothly behind the scenes almost singlehandedly. And “behind the scenes” is pretty much where Coran lives- if Allura and the paladins are all actors, Coran is a terrifyingly effective one-man stage crew.

Light and darkness are seen as archetypal enemies, but, in Voltron’s rhetoric, just because elements are traditionally “opposed” means nothing for their actual relationship, Keith and Lance, fire and ice, squabble occasionally but at their best slot together into an incredibly effective team. Coran, as the oldest and most experienced member of the team, would be the most secured in his element.

If Allura’s symbol is light- anything placed close to a bright light will cast a very long, deep shadow. Light and darkness are very close to each other and interact closely in the real, practical world, even though fiction tends to turn them into polar opposites that war with one another.

Coran disappears. He moves in the background. The rare times we see him out on missions so far he’s employed obfuscation and disguise tactics, as well as sudden ambushes. Factoring in the comic stories, he also successfully faked being held hostage convincingly enough to fool all the paladins. 

A simple translation of a woman's mind
  • What Touka means: I've missed you so much, I'm so glad to know you're okay and on our side, so glad you called my name, please don't die while battling Arima for our sakes...
  • What Touka says: I'll see you later, okay?
  • What Touka means: can I call you by your first name now? Can we finally become more intimate please?
  • What Touka says: So how should I call you now?
  • What Touka means: to call you Kaneki? Still Kaneki? Are you friendzoning me?!?
  • What Touka says: *punches him*
  • What Touka means: I've waited you for so long, I thought you were dead, saw you on the opposite front, loved you since you disappeared and now....
  • What Touka says: can we talk when you come back?
  • What Touka means: did you have any girlfriends while you were gone? Were they pretty? Were they prettier than me? Was their coffee better then mine? Were they more menacing than me?
  • What Touka says: Are you a virgin?
Catch Me (Day 6)

Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,562

Thank you to @avengerstories for editing this. You’re an absolute queen.

Day 5

Originally posted by nadinpu

“Hey Y/N,” Steve greets after knocking softly on your door. He’s wearing a pair of black basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. It’s a stark difference from the uniform he wears during missions. “I’m going on a hike to -”


Steve’s eyebrows shoot up. “Yes? You want to come?”

“That I do, Cap.”

He laughs. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting you to say yes.”

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Request: can i have an archie imagine where Chuck slut shames you but archie stands up for you? Your writing is really good btw!
A/N: feels real good to be back in the swing of writing things!  this is a short and sweet one.  hope you all enjoy.

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Word count: 636 words

Warnings: brief fight mention, general slut shaming, unwanted advances

Originally posted by riverdales-daily

You had known after one date with Chuck Clayton that it was a mistake.  He had tried to make our with you in public after being with you for less than two hours.  Not even like you two got along great or anything… “We just clicked, I thought,” he had tried to say, but he was obviously embarrassed at your decline.  

This had been the first week of your sophomore, but luckily he was embarrassed enough to lay off.  But when you started dating your best friend Archie, it all changed.  

It started with the whispering in the halls.

“Y/N just hooked up with Chuck just last week…”

“Hard to keep your legs closed for too long, huh?”

And the comments only got more vulgar over time.  Apparently Archie had heard it through the steam in the locker room, bringing it up to you once.  You told him you could handle it, and he believed you.

But now we were going on week four of constant harassment, and it had spread beyond just gossip.  

“Y/N?” Blinking wildly to try to hide tears, you turned to look at Archie.  However, his eyes were on the little pieces of paper scattered all over the floor.  

Most likely to win the most likely to sleep with everyone in the school come June.

Got a thing for football players?  Or just the balls…

Hope Archie’s been tested already.

“Spent two hours with him… two hours.” You growled, grasping all the stupid papers off the floor and cramming them into the garbage.

“Y/N…” You turned to meet his eyes now.  “This has gone too far.”

“Just means he really wants me that bad is all… I’m over it.” By this time your tears were long gone, finally having had collected yourself.  “Willing to turn the whole school against me because I turned him down.  A real tragedy for his diary, truly.”

Archie gave you a sympathetic smile, placing his hands on your forearms.  He looked into your deep eyes, searching for something below the surface.  His eyebrows creased, nose twitching in anger.


“No,” he stopped you.  “I gave you time to handle this, but it’s ridiculous now.  If you’re not going to defend yourself looks like I’m going to have to.”

“What do you mean?” You looked back up to him, finding him storming off in the opposite direction.  “Archie!” He disappeared behind the door of the locker room and you brought your trembling hands to your teeth, biting down on your nails in anxiety that he would do something stupid.  

After a few moments of rocking on your heels, you eventually heard loud grunts from inside the locker room.  And then, after a minute or so more, Archie stumbled out, holding his cheek in his hand.

“Y/N…” He trailed off, looking up to meet your saddened eyes.

You gasped, fingers gingerly tracing the darkening ring around his left eye.  “Archie what did you do?”

He seemed to lack confidence for a moment before meeting your eyes once again.  “The right thing.”


“No.  He has no right to say these things about you… to do these things to you.  He needs to get over you.  And now he will.” Archie hmph’ed and you reached forward.  He was surprised when your hands circled around his waist, face pressing against his chest.  “You’re not mad?”

“I’m kinda pissed,” you murmured into the soft material of his baseball tee, him laughing into your hair.  “But you were doing it to defend me.  And though I asked you not to, because I can handle myself, Archie Andrews.  Don’t ever mix that up.  You did it anyway… to do what you could to help me out.”

You could feel him smile as he moved down to kiss your forehead.  “Always.”

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The Odds Were in Our Favor

Originally posted by odestaholyship

Originally posted by siiren-e

Originally posted by laragazzachenonami

Summary: You reflect on your time with Finnick while preparing for your wedding. 

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long, I wrote it and then hated it so I rewrote it….

You sat in your room in District 13, looking into the mirror but not seeing your reflection. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the simple, but elegant white dress laying on your bed. Today was the day. You were finally marrying Finnick, the love of your life.

As you pinned up your hair in a loose fashion, you remembered how it all had started.


Y/N L/N, the winner if the 70th Hunger Games, a 17 year old girl from District 8. The orphan who managed to win it all. Only a year after your “victory” you were returning to the overwhelming sound and color of the Capitol as the youngest mentor in the history of the games. Your own mentor, James, had died suddenly two months before, leaving you to try and keep the new tributes alive.

Winning the Hunger Games was more of a curse than a blessing. Everyone spoke about be grateful for surviving, for getting to go home. No one ever told the tributes about the nightmares, the loneliness, and the blackmail. It forced you to grow up fast, and alone. If you had let anyone into your heart, they would have been astonished by your strength, by how you managed to get out of your bed each day after reliving your final moments in the arena every night.

But you didn’t let anyone in. Becoming quiet, you did your best to balance being kind to the tributes with not making an attachment. It was too hard. They were your friends, your peers. It just made it all the harder when you had to say goodbye on the morning of the games. All you could do was hug them tight and hope they would listen to your advice.

They did not. The boy died at the cornucopia within ten minutes of the countdown, and the girl just hours later, hunted by a career pack. You didn’t watch the rest of the games. For the first day, you were locked away from the world, crying. When you fell into a restless sleep, you could only dream of the boy from District 2 with his hands around your throat. You tossed and turned, as you remembered grabbing a rock and with the last vestiges of strength, hitting him. Hitting him over and over and over again as you cried.

You woke, breathing heavily with tears streaming down your face. Shaking, you dressed and took a walk through the slightly less crowded streets of the Capitol. The people were so consumed with watching the large public screens that no one took notice of you. Well, almost no one.

A very handsome, but equally broken man had just made a deal with some sponsors when he saw you. 

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Firework Revelations


bucky leaves tony’s new year’s bash to avoid the triggering sound of fireworks. y/n makes a bet with steve, but steve already made a bet with someone else.

word count: 1.8k+

pairing: bucky x reader

warnings: ptsd, drinking, angst

a/n: hello it’s january 1st and sebastian stan already has be fucked up enough for the whole year send help

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A little One-Shot

Ok… I hate hiatus’s but they’re also perfect for inspiring and fic writing.

Now this is just an indulgent piece of fluff I had too much fun writing but, alas, I only wrote it in 20 mins (I was inspired) because I don’t have a lot of time to spare so if it feels crude or just plain wrong, then I do apologise.

This is for @callistawolf who wanted some new pieces and I thought I’d get the ball rolling, for @hopedreamlovepray who made me fall in love with one-shots and a thank you to @n4r4nch4 who literally cheers me on, even when I feel like I’m undeserving.

I love this fandom!

So I don’t think this will happen in the show but… (If you guys like it, I’ll put it on AO3 later)



It’s what she’d hoped for him, them. Eventually. But in all honesty; she’d had trouble believing it could happen… till a couple of weeks ago that is.

Now they were here, on Lian Yu.

Everything that shouldn’t have happened, happened, and everything they didn’t expect to did as well: the good and the bad.

Black Siren was gone. She truly was the exact opposite of the Laurel they’d known. She’d disappeared, injured as she was, during Oliver’s fight with Slade and none of them had the heart – nor the energy – to search for her.

But they would.


Adrian was gone. Dead… but Oliver hadn’t killed him. Thankfully he’d walked an unexpected path.

Oliver. Eyes closing, listening to the sound of the waves at her feet, Felicity remembered…

“Come on Oliver; it’s simple. Look.” Hand fisted in Felicity’s hair, he yanked backwards until her throat was exposed - her body pressed to his front - and held one of his daggers beneath her throat. “I’ll make it easy for you.” His eyes unblinkingly on Oliver’s, Adrian stressed each and every word. “If you don’t kill me - if you don’t shoot an Arrow into my neck - I will kill the woman you’ve been pretending not to love.”

It took an age for a response to come.

Without a weapon, he’d stood there – Oliver – as he’d entered the clearing, the place Adrian had hunted Felicity to until she couldn’t keep running anymore, and hadn’t said a word.

He’d just looked at her, seeing her determination, her exhaustion. Her fear.

Her love.

Her resolve. “Don’t.” She forced through her clenched teeth. “Not for me.”

Not anymore.

He couldn’t now. Not after everything. Not even for her.

And he knew that, she could see it. This couldn’t be like the Count. This wouldn’t be him instinctively obeying the mindset of the man who’d used killing as a defence mechanism for survival - a mechanism to protect - for over five years.

This… what had to happen, would be the turning point of his life.

And she was fine with that. “It’s ok.” She whispered; her voice scratchy from lack of water as she watched him watch her. “I’ll be fine.”

“No.” Adrian promised - a smile in his voice - the knife pressing into her neck. “She won’t.”

He was right. He’d kill her. Just to spite Oliver. If Oliver refused to kill him, Adrian would kill her as punishment. And the Oliver Queen she’d started to see again for the first time in 14 months, the Oliver Queen she’d made love to on his birthday - a present full of sex had been due for a while and was, let’s face it, part and parcel for the course between them - where he’d shown her in an explicit and detailed physical exploration with his hands - oh those fingers, she’d missed those fingers - his mouth - the perfect mix of firm and supple softness: pillow mountains - his tongue - this isn’t helping - and his words-

His words.

I’m so sorry I destroyed us.

You made me happy. I haven’t felt that since I took it away.

I didn’t know how to accept that I was worth being loved, that I could be loved by… by you. By Felicity Smoak.

I love you. I never stopped. It never went away, never altered…

I missed you.

Oh, I love it when you do that.

You feel good. Familiar. Yet… different too.

But… still good? (she’d had to ask, to be sure that still wanted her like she wanted him)

No. (And he’d smiled - of course he had - his nose brushing down hers, his fingers trailing warmth and desire over the uncovered skin of her cheeks, her throat, her shoulders and further down…) Better.

Thank you for my birthday…

That Oliver Queen who’d shone through so brightly, he’d disappear. For good this time. Dig wouldn’t be able to pull him out of it; there would be no one to show him his light.

Then he’d kill Adrian.

And after, he’d kill himself. Next to her. Just to be sure she’d be the first thing he’d see when he opened his eyes once more.

If she died here.

Yet still… it was the right choice to make. A choice where there wasn’t really a choice to make.

Oliver knew it, his eyes told her they did, the soft stance of his body told her they did…


If it had to end, if this was how it was supposed to go; she didn’t regret a thing. She’d loved… and had been loved in a way a lot of people can only imagine. She’d found herself inside him, her everything, her forever and her always…

So she smiled at him; it a was watery thing but large enough to see, to show the sheer happiness he’d brought to her, the love she’d felt grow somehow deeper in the two days since they’d slept together. It told him everything he needed to hear without saying anything at all.

And everything that he was, reflected all of that back at her.

How eyes could be so bright and expressive, she didn’t know but his always could and right now they were etching his name into her soul, just like he was taking hers into his own.

“Alright.” He muttered and he didn’t stop looking at her. “Kill her.”

She felt Adrian jolt behind her but didn’t stop looking at her guy, didn’t stop smiling at him. God, I love you. “What?”

“Kill her.” Oliver softly repeated.

“And you’ll just live with that? I don’t think so Oliver.”

“I know you don’t.” Oliver’s hand shifted, a knife of his own sliding into his fingers from his sleeve. “It doesn’t matter because the moment you do, the moment you kill her… I’ll kill myself.” He let out a sigh, his smile falling but his expression was still deeply serene. Like he was seeing in her everything he wanted and was so content with the reality of it, that he wouldn’t be sorry if it ended here either. “And it’ll all be over.”

Still smiling, a tear rolled down her cheek and Oliver watched it fall like he wanted to halt its progress with a finger.

It wasn’t like they wanted to die. There was so much they both wanted from each other, with each other – things they’d spoken of in the quiet after she’d brought him home to rest inside her. But if it had to end here, if it had to be this way… then let it be like this.


After all, they always been really.

“That… that’s not how this works.”

And like she’d prayed for, Felicity heard the struggle in Adrian’s voice, the need to understand something his brain was incapable of processing.

For the first time Oliver looked away from her to him. “That’s the way it is. “And there was this light in his eyes that made something in her sing as he lifted the blade up to his own throat, preparing to draw a line across it. “I won’t kill you. You don’t deserve for me to kill you. And I don’t need to.”

THIS was Oliver Queen. This was the good she saw, had been seeing since Felicity Smoak? Hi, I’m Oliver Queen.

“You don’t think it’s sick, Adrian? That you need me like this?” Throughout it all, Oliver kept his voice low and steady. “You need me so badly that you want me to kill you? I’m so important to you…”

His dagger cut into her skin. “Shut up!”

“Why?” Oliver stared at him. “Does it hurt?”

“You don’t- you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Is it the truth?” Oliver whispered. “Confess. You can’t live without me and you can’t kill without me here.” He raised a hand to the world about them in general. “But I won’t kill you. So,” Oliver looked back to her, love and hope an Arrow in his gaze, “what happens next after I’m gone? What will you do?”


Before anyone could have done anything though, Rene - having followed Oliver but had been unable to keep up with his sprint - had shot Adrian point blank from the side. He’d died in seconds.

“I made him a promise.” Was all he’d said.

After a moment’s silence, Oliver had moved prompting her to do the same, to obey the need inside her. It just so happened his was the same need as hers.

They’d collided in the middle, his arms tight around her lifting her high off the ground, hoarse words breathed into her skin - I’m here baby - she’d wrapped herself around him, holding him close, breathing him in too and promising to never ever let go.

Spiritually speaking.

Because then they had to deal with the fallout. With Slade, who had a personal grudge against the two of them, the day just wouldn’t end, with Black Siren who’d fled the scene, Boomerang who’d been a giant pain in everyone’s ass… and Evelyn who’d then been killed in action.

A. Very. Long. Day.

She released a breath, letting the wind make a mess of her hair and rustle the trees –the lapping of the oceans waves – lull her very tired body into a peaceful state of rest.

The she felt him behind her…

“I can feel you there,” she murmured, “I couldn’t before.” And she chose – I don’t care if I’m naive – to believe it was because of their connection and not their five year war instilling a new awareness inside her that made this so.

“I didn’t want to disturb you.”

She smiled, and if her voice was throaty - a purr really - well that was his fault. “Oliver, any disturbance by you is a welcome one.”


Not a question.


“I don’t think the others would appreciate my idea of a disturbance with you.”

Her smile couldn’t get any wider.

His sex voice. Seriously, every time after sex… this voice. How do I live with myself, I just don’t know.

Turning to face him, she chirped. “Hi.”

“Hey.” He moved closer so that the sea was to his left and the jungle, his right. “You ok?”

She really was. He’d helped her there, earlier.

Probably looking profoundly love struck and foolish, she bobbed her head at him; wordless at the way the sun hit his face and lit up his hair. He really is blonde. “You?”

“It’s strange but… I think I am.” It came out in one long exhale. “For the first time in a really long time I don’t feel so… weighed down.”

Thank you God. “That’s a good thing Oliver.”

“It is.” And it was a thing with him, how his eyes on her own - like they could live forever staring into each other’s eyes and it still wouldn’t be enough for him - always left her without the air to make a sound. “You helped me get here.”

Uh, no.  She shook her head. “Oliver, I-”

“You did. I don’t how you do it,” he shook his head; still gazing at her, “but you do it anyway. I thought I wasn’t strong enough and you proved me wrong. I thought I didn’t deserve…” and he paused because whatever he was feeling looked overwhelming and he needed the moment to centre himself. “I thought I didn’t deserve you, that I could never earn you. So I stopped trying. Stopped trying to not be that person who would never be enough all those months ago, before Rene and Rory and Dinah joined the team.” He smiled and she felt it everywhere. “You gave me hope. You got me to believe,” he took a step closer and like a teenager her heart literally skipped a beat, “in my humanity again. I can never thank you for it.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” she really didn’t want that, didn’t want him feeling like he owed her that, “you never do. What you did here, what you’ve been trying to do for months… it’s proof of who you are. A good person; the best person I know.” My person.

But the look on his face – the smile in his voice – made her pause.

“I don’t want to thank you.” He whispered, making her blink, whiplash. “I want to spend the rest of my life showing you that you were right.”

Oh wow… “The rest of your life, huh?” And if her voice wobbled with restrained joy, if hers glittered just a tad, she really didn’t care.

He took a pause that felt like years before saying, “Can we start again?”

Er… “What?”

“I want to start over with you. From start to finish. I’m yours. Always have been.” Everything in her was turning into goo. “I want to marry you Felicity. I want to make a baby with you.”

He meant that. She could see it, the promise.

A baby…

A little over a year ago, she’d been too scared to consider the possibility. Though it made her happy, the idea of having Oliver’s child, it had also terrified her. Being in a chair hadn’t been the problem; it was the prospect of failing at being a good mother to any child they had that was.

But now?

How do you contain endless joy in a moment on a beach somewhere in the North China seas?

You don’t.

“I want to live with you.” He continued, watching the changes in her expression with awe and happiness and growing passion. “To fight monsters in the dark with you. The way it should have been. As my partner.”

He was right: the months between then and now, the distance, the chill between them… nothing had felt right, as if something had been perpetually off balance with the world.

But they’d needed it to get here. Sometimes, in order to rise you have to fall first.

Her smile - broken - revealed teeth, her hair stuck to her neck, her eyes described in detail what her lips couldn’t but could only whisper, “No more ‘should haves’.”

No more maybes.

His quiet laugh was choked. “No more.” Like he wanted to touch her, he took another half a step closer (if he moved in further he’d be practically on top of her and she didn’t mind one bit) “A new beginning… with you.”

“That sounds,” she took a breath because this, this was the moment; where forever starts and wouldn’t really end, “perfect.”

Their perfect. Dark times were inevitable, trials… but happiness was due too.

The boyish grin – the laugh still present on his lips – made her want to kiss him. And she would. Soon. But he had something else to say, she could tell.

And she was right. “Felicity Smoak.” He announced, in that soft, deeply masculine way of his that shot straight to her centre, married life is going to be awesome. “Hi.” She frowned when he lifted a hand, barely any room between them for him to do more than let it grace her stomach. “I’m Oliver Queen.”

She stared up at him… then pressed her lips together in understanding, feeling so much the rightness of what he was saying.

Lifting her hand to slide into his waiting fingers, her other tucked her hair behind her ears and affected nerves, shyness. “I know who you are.” Or at least tried to, but the deeper tone that left her was anything but and she knew he felt it in his bones when he licked his lips, when his abdomen jerked against her hand. “You’re Mr Queen.”

His hand tugged her closer, so that her chest touched his. “Mr Queen was my father. And I don’t think,” how his voice could lower any further she wasn’t sure, but it could and it did and ooh… “you’d look at him the way you’re looking at me.”

Oh boy. “How am I looking at you?”

“Like you love me.” Leaning in, the depth in his eyes had her falling into his hold. “Like you want me. Like you’re mine.” He quieted, his eyes looking at her mouth. “Like I’m yours.”

“That’s quite the description.” Accurate too. “So what’s your policy on kissing a stranger you just met on an island no one knows exists?” She teased.

“Oh, it’s my first policy.” Was his shameless, super fast response and a bark of laughter shot out of her, making her eyes close. “But only with you.”

How could she not kiss him with the utter love and feeling he gave her with every word he spoke?

“Come here.” Still laughing, her free hand slid up his throat, to the back of his neck to pull him close-

But he was already right there, smiling against her lips.

(And people, this is where I be cheesy and play ‘I need my girl’ by the Nationals because the song was made for Olicity – please listen to it here)

The feel of his scruff against her skin still made her tingle - she still felt the warmth of him down her sides, her stomach muscles contracting at the sure way his mouth opened hers - and still made her shiver in delight as her smile became a physical expression of everything she felt for him. Seeking, pressing, pushing, chasing his mouth with her own - re-leaning how he tastes, letting her tongue entwine with his - her hands were around his neck in seconds, cradling his head with them just the way he liked. Like she needed him closer and she was letting him know. The way his hands slid over her spine to press her as close – and as tight to him – as humanly possible. And when his fingers slipped into her locks to cup her head as he angled his own and- oh… I’ve missed this.

The kind of kiss that made her forget the world existed.

Her hands moved to drag across his scalp, one of them shifting down under his shirt and pressing into the musculature there, feeling every movement he made and the sound that left him wasn’t a groan or a growl. It was a sigh, one that came from deep in his chest…

She nipped as his upper lip, looking into his hooded eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you.” A firm kiss was followed by another. “I love you Felicity.”

She smiled again, her nose brushing over his, their breaths mingling-

“Oh my God, you weren’t kidding.”

It was also the kind of kiss to make her completely forget they had an audience. Her eyes didn’t open and she figured his didn’t either but she felt Oliver’s lips press together as he exhaled through his nose.

“I warned you.” John. He sounded unbelievably satisfied with himself. “But nope, you wanted to see for yourself. And here it is. The ugly truth.”

She felt Oliver’s chest vibrate and his lips twitch against hers. “He’s just like Tommy.” He muttered, too quietly to be heard by the others.

René just couldn’t accept it. “They’re like… romance novel bad.”

“I think its right.” She heard Dinah say, and she was officially Felicity’s new favourite person. “They should have done this months ago.”

“They should have had sex months ago.” René corrected and she felt the muscles in Oliver’s arm jump. “That amount of chemistry in the Foundry wasn’t healthy.”

She couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that sprang free from her, her head arching back as Oliver held her aloft. Okay, they’re all my favourites.

Oliver’s puff of air made her look back to him. “The children are being unruly.”

“Say what?”




“…I’m oddly good with this.”


“Are you two beautiful idiots done for the moment?” And Diggle once more; still sounding utterly superior. She’d let him have it. “It’s just, there’s a boat with our name on it, a wife the two of you are reminding me painfully of and a kid I really want to eat shakes with.”

Oliver’s eyes were so content…

She arched a brow. “Done?”

He shook his head. “We’re just getting started.”

Here’s to the rebirth of Olicity (and the horrid 4 week count down)

dawn; songs for sleepy mornings curled up in bed with the early morning sun streaming in through the curtains
(thank you kim ♥) 

  1. Dawn, Dario Marianelli.
  2. ひこうき雲 (Vapor Trail), Yumi Matsutoya.
  3. Whiskey Dreams, Wild Child.
  4. Sonnet 29, Rufus Wainwright.
  5. Arrows, Vampire Weekend.
  6. Breezeblocks, Alt-J.
  7. Cinemas for Marseille, Arms & Sleepers.
  8. World Spins Madly On, The Weepies.
  9. It Gets Your Body Movin’, Suckers.
  10. Somebody to Love, Valerie June.
  11. Soley, Soley, Middle of the Road.
  12. 봄날, 벚꽃 그리고 너 (Spring, Cherry Blossoms, and You), Epitone Project.
  13. Let Me Sing You Love Songs, Rachel Fannan.
  14. Lovers’ Carvings, Bibio.
  15. Morning Song, The Lumineers.

    bonus track:
    16. Gimme Coffee, or Death, Mischief Brew.

    // listen.
the third wheel

request: Please could you write a piece where Harry and y/n’s best guy friend keep hanging out and she’s feeling left out so they do something sweet for her

questions, comments, concerns


I knew they’d get along, knew it from the moment I met Harry. They had a similar sense of humor and loved teasing me and would die for the same pair of Gucci boots. What I didn’t expect was for my boyfriend to hijack my best friend and vice versa.
“So, tomorrow, me, you, our favorite Thai place and scoping out that new gallery a few blocks over. You in?” Aidan hesitated and I knew before he even said it. “Are you joking?” I groaned.
“I promised him I’d go with him to decide what to wear to SNL.”
I laughed, “Swear to God, he’s cheating on me with you.”
“Oh come on, you know he’s not my type he’s not pretentious enough.”
I laughed but once it died down I said, “I just miss you… Miss you both, really.”
“Babe, you live with him.”
“Yeah and lately if he’s not working he’s with you.”
“Oh come on, that’s not true.”
I pulled out my metro card and swiped myself in, running through the open doors on the subway before they closed, “Yes it is! I can’t even remember the last time I had a real conversation with either of you.”
He was quiet for a moment, “We’ll hang out this weekend, I promise.” I was rolling my eyes on the other line and I think he knew because he added, “I love you.”

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Imagine #3: You're friends with Jenna and like Josh.

Originally posted by itsthe1975band

Requested: Yes

Request: Can you make fanfic about reader and Jenna Joseph being friends while reader and Josh are liking each other and yeah :))) 

Word Count:1,400

Warnings?: None

A/N: Keep sending things in! Though I would like to write something for P!ATD

“Y/N its obvious you like him!” Jenna giggled at the blush that was creeping up your neck,  rolling your eyes at her for making a big deal out of nothing. “Or maybe I am blushing because you are embarrassing me,” You fired back gesturing at all the other people in the coffee shop that were staring at the both of you, well mostly Jenna since she was being loud and kept hitting your arm.  Rubbing the spot where she had repeatedly hit you, it was tender and rubbing it wasn’t helping the red marks go away or the pain of it.

“Or you really do like him,” Jenna repeated again reaching across the table aiming to hit your arm, jumping down from the high stool avoiding the hit altogether. Her face twisting in annoyance, “Let’s go Jen, it’s passed the time we are suppose to be seeing the boys,” You admitted grabbing the phone on the table and watching Jenna check her phone before hopping down from the stool.

“Let’s go!” You hollered earning more looks from everyone, the both of you stepped out of the coffee shop. “You are sure you don’t like Josh?” Jenna whispered breaking the silence between the two of you. Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, making eye contact with her before saying, “I am sure, 100% sure I don’t like Joshua Dun,” You lied right through your teeth, Jenna was quiet for a second before nodding her head slowly, waving her hands in an ‘Okay’ way. Jenna knew that you liked Josh, everyone knew that you did even the fans knew, it was just a matter of time before you came to terms with it.

You did like Josh, he was funny, sweet, caring and had one hell of a sleeve and could play those drums like a god. But you didn’t want to come to terms with the fact that you liked him, since you didn’t want to confess those feelings for someone and not have them feel the same way. That’s why half of the time when you both were in the same room, you put the distance between him. It had gotten into your head that if you kept the distance between the two of you, those feelings would grow less and less. But the only thing that it has done for you was make those feelings stronger for him.

Little did you know was that Josh felt the same way about you, he found you different and unique in a way that drew him to you the first time you both met. It angered him at times that whenever you both were in a room together alone or with others you would avoid him along with not talking to him if he joined in on a conversation.

“You must be in some deep thought man,” He heard Tyler speak up from across the dressing room, perking up at the sound of his bandmate voice. “Yeah, just thinking is all,” Josh told him leaning back against the couch, Tyler gave him a concerned glance and was about to say something before the dressing room door burst open revealing his wife and her best friend.

“Where have you guys been?!” Tyler hollered in question, wrapping his wife in a hug and poking Y/N in the arm. It didn’t go unnoticed by anyone the way she, 1. Flinched away from the contact of the touch, and 2. The tension that grew between Josh and Her. “We got held up at the coffee shop,” Jenna spoke for the both of them, mumbling something into Tyler ear about how she was trying to get you to admit you like Josh. Tyler nodded his head in understanding, he has been trying to think of the perfect way for Josh and Yourself admit the feelings towards you both.

“Hey Jenna and I are going to go and RUN!” Tyler screamed grabbing onto Jenna hand, practically dragging her out of the room before slamming the door shut behind them. While they were barricading the door from the outside, Josh and You were both confused by what just happened.

“What.. What the Fuck is he on?” You groaned rubbing the arm that Tyler had poked, “I don’t know to be honest,” You jumped at the sound of Josh voice from behind you, you had forgotten that Josh was in the room with you. This was going to be awkward moment in the room for the both of you, taking a seat in the spinning chair where they got their makeup done. Pulling out the phone that was in the back pocket of the jeans you had on, scrolling through twitter and occasionally tumblr. It had been silent in the room for twenty minutes and to say that it was driving Josh crazy was a huge ass lie.

That was the main reason he broke the silence, “Why do you hate me?” Josh blurted out making you jump from the sudden sound of his voice.


“Why do you hate me? Whenever we are in the room together alone or with friends you always avoid me. And never make conversation with me, or just straight up annoy me! It’s rude for one when you don’t acknowledge someone especially if they try to get you to talk too them,” Josh was breathing heavily from the outburst, he watched you intently from the couch, watching as you tapped the chair arm with your finger nails.

“I don’t hate you,” You finally told him, fixing your eyes on the wall across from you. “If you don’t hate me than what is it? Am I annoying? Am I not good enough for you to talk to? It’s because I don’t cook that’s it isn’t it,” Josh rambled on and on listening off all the things that came to his head, not even noticing that you had stood up from the chair that you were in and was walking towards him. Leaning down each arm on either side of him, your faces only inches apart from one another.

“I like you and I honestly thought that if I avoided you or even didn’t acknowledge you that it would have those feelings for you disappear. Obviously it did the opposite since I still like you, and I understand if you don’t like me since well I did ignore you,” Josh busted out laughing, his arms wrapping around his waist, “Yes haha, I know it is funny someone like you liking someone like me. This is why I didn’t want to tell you or admit it outloud.”

That stopped Josh in the middle of his laughing fit, “What? No I’m laughing because I like you for one. And wanted to tell you, but you would always avoid me or ignore me, which made me think that you didn’t like me.”
“You like me?”

“Well yeah, you are funny and beautiful, I knew that the moment I meet you I wanted to be with you,” Josh grumbled scratching his head with his hand, a smile breaking across your face, “Well than..”

“Would you like to talk more to one another after the show tonight? Maybe get a coffee or Taco Bell?”

“Totally Taco Bell,” You laughed at his shy state that he was in now, Jenna and Tyler both walked back into the dressing room, holding hands along with large grins. “We heard you both confessed to liking each other. It is all cute and everything but we have a show to play brother,” Tyler kissed Jenna on the cheek before heading out the door, Josh following closely behind. He didn’t give you a kiss on the cheek, but he did hand you an ice pack, “I saw the red marks that Jenna caused, this will help.” Josh threw the ice pack, before running off down the hall towards the stage.

“I don’t like him! You’re embarrassing me!” Jenna mocked in a high pitch voice, waving her hands around in the air, rolling your eyes at her antics grabbing the nearest thing it being the ice pack in your hand and throwing it at her.

“OW!” She cried out in fake pain when it hit her arm, “You lucky I like you,” Jenna groaned before walking out the room towards the stage too watch the show. Yourself following close behind, you couldn’t wait for the show to be over so you could hangout with Josh.

Lai Guanlin Soulmate AU

I’m back with the second to last soulmate au, enjoy~

•Your soulmate key was actually pretty chill,
• On the back of your hand is the neon glowing lines of a compass, like a tattoo, moving to point in the direction your soulmate is,
• There’s many stories of people packing a bag and just taking off and following the compass until they find their soulmate,
• But you decided maybe you’d wait a while before you get desperate,
• And soulmates are fate, you’d meet at some point anyway, right?
• Yes; Yes you would,
• All through growing up, your compass hardly moved at all,
• You honestly thought it was broken and you’d forever be lonely,
• Until you realised your soulmate probably just lived very far away,
• You were salty for like 6 months, because it meant it’d be harder for you to find your Soulmate,
• But then you realised- There’s no point in being salty at all,
• And who are you being salty to?
• Your soulmate had exactly the same problem, and you can’t really be mad at F A T E,
• Although you tried,
• But then it got you thinking,
• If your soulmate lived far away, what if they spoke a different language?
• That made you worry for around 2 months, but then you realised-
• (This was the year of realising things btw),
• There’s literally no point in worrying? If there’s a language barrier then there’s a language barrier; there’s nothing you can do about it at the moment?
• So yeah you’re pretty chill about soulmates most of the time,
• It’s honestly admirable because everyone freaks out about soulmates,
• But boy do you get the fright of your life when your compass point moves overnight,
• You wake up and contemplate whether you’ve been reading it wrong all of your life but no, it definitely used to always point south west,
• But the fact it’s now pointing north is really kinda exciting,
• So imagine your elation when it starts regularly moving,
• It normally stays pointing northward but throughout the day it sways east and west,
• Which only means one thing- Your soulmate is close by,
• Gurl is ready to go soulmate hunting straight away but you hold back ,
• It may be a little scary to find a girl in her PJ’s out on the street telling you you’re their soulmate,
• Personally though, you wouldn’t mind,
• So although you don’t go searching out your soulmate, you’re a lot more aware, often tracing the neon colours of the compass with your fingers,
• A habit that slowly becomes comforting, reminding yourself there will always be someone who loves you no matter what happens,
• You get a job waiting tables at a cheap little restaurant in a quiet part of town,
• Because no matter what people say money is happiness,
• Because the restaurant is small everyone who works there is like a small family,
• And because the restaurant is off the beaten track, the customers usually aren’t too bad, and you usually have your regulars where you know all about their kids and grand kids and jobs,
• You’re writing down orders for the old couple that comes every other Monday,
• your compass is hyper tonight, swaying this way and that, but the old man, DoJung, is telling you about his grandson who just got into Seoul National University and you can’t be rude,
• So you listen to him talk with a smile, absent mindedly slowly tracing the compass, that is…way brighter than usual?
• You’re not sure though because you’re a busy person with a bad memory,
• But another couple of people wander through the doors and you have to tear yourself away, making sure to congratulate the elderly couple and finally deliver their order to the chef,
• You grab your little notebook and scan the cozy seating area,
• You weave your way around the tables like the damn expert you are to glide to a stop infront of the 2 new boys’ table, throwing on a smile despite the fact you’re actually very tired and your legs ache from standing for the last few hours,
• You greet them happily, trying to make them comfortable enough to become regular customers because you have to admit,
• They’re both Hella cute and having them become regulars might just lighten your day a little,
• Seonho and Guanlin, your new targets,
• In a non creepy way.  . .
• They’re agile looking, and tired, (and slightly similar looking), which leads you to believe they’re trainees from the nearby company,
• You’re asking what they’d like to drink when you catch sight of your hand, the compass spinning with passion, making your heart leap,
• You know this is the sign your soulmate is near,
• Or yanno,
• Right infront of you,
• Your eyes float down to the 2 boys infront of you, the shyer one staring at his hand,
• You watch his identical neon compass spin uncontrollably as he watches with confusion,
• “Huh”
• People talk about an exhilarating feeling when you meet your soulmate, but you’re calm as you wrap your mind around the fact that it looks like this squish is apparently your squish,
• You lay your hand next to where he’s staring at his, Guanlin, and watch as your compasses spin in time, as if in a synchronised dance, and smile at him when his eyes rise to meet yours,
• Oh, the butterflies have finally come,
• “Oh, There you are. I’ve been waiting for you,”
• Seonho slides the hell out of there with the widest of grins and a slap to Guanlin’s back before disappearing,
• Guanlin motions you to sit in the opposite with a shy smile and blushing cheeks and you’re sure the other waiters will understand,
• I mean you’ve just met your soulmate what better excuse is there to bunk off work?
• (I mean there’s death but),
• Honestly, it’s a little awkward, as Guanlin’s still mastering Korean, and he seems a little shy and jumpy anyway,
• But you’re generally calm, so in the time of need you pull through,
• After a little while Guanlin seems to relax a bit as well, and you can’t help but feel so at home in his presence, as if you’ve always been together,
• You catch him staring into your eyes and scanning your face but you’re doing exactly the same,
• His eyes soften with every passing moment and you’re still wrapping your head around the fact that you’ve found him,
• Or rather, that he walked straight into you,
• Both of you are young, and slightly shy, so you take things slow and everything is so sweet,
• You go on quiet dates whenever you can, wanting to spend every minute with each other,
• (Guanlin is usually exhausted from being a trainee and simple dates suit you just fine, luckily entertainment companies are quite lenient with Soulmates),
• When he first slips his hand into yours, slowly and unsure, you take his hand and squeeze it reassuringly, smiling up at him,
• The first time you hug you’re suprised to feel him completely surround you in his warmth despite being a skinny noodle™ and  his sense of safety and peace is heart warming,
• You’re the first to peck him, playfully on the top of his nose and although it’s small you both blush instantly,
• When he first wraps his arm around your waist you grin and lean into him, comforted by the small action,
• When you first cuddle, you’re both half asleep and half way through a film and your limbs tangle together like they where made to, his warmth feels like home and he just seems to soft,
• Your first proper kiss is slow and unsure and jittery and awkward arms, but it seems magical to you,
• And your second one is more sure and determined and passionate with hands running through hair and bodies pressed together,
• You start to learn a little Chinese so Guanlin can feel a little less homesick and it feels as if you can get to know him from a different angle,
• And boy the smile that spreads onto his face and the fierce hug he engulfs you in is everything,
• His height is next level though, you never lose him in a crowd; it’s great,
• When he introduces you to the guys he’s all shy and blushy and they all tease him and damn that’s your heart going Buh Boom because you’re causing him to become a blushing mess,
• Not a load of PDA because shy beans but in private it’s always gentle touches and honestly you’re always there to comfort each other,
• Because sometimes life is hard and there’s nothing you can do so whether it’s gentle words or, more often, just the comforting presence without the need for verbal reassurances, you’re there for each other with open arms and open hearts,
• Honestly the two of you are all so slow and soft and squishy pls

The quiet hope of blossoms under the last snow of winter.

  1. Aaron Dreams of Bees, Don Charles & Deb Gessner.
  2. Child, Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros.
  3. What’s the Use of Wondrin’ (ft. Annie Clark), Amanda Palmer.
  4. Wake, The Antlers.
  5. Babys, Bon Iver.
  6. Sipping on the Sweet Nectar, Jens Lekman.
  7. If You Want to Sing Out, Sing Out, Cat Stevens.
  8. Cannonball, Damien Rice.
  9. Lovers’ Eyes, Mumford & Sons.
  10. Our Own Pretty Ways, First Aid Kit.
  11. What Have They Done to You Now?, Daniel Knox.
  12. Flowers Grow Out of My Grave, Dead Man’s Bones.
  13. Of Angels and Angles, The Decemberists.
  14. Blue Spotted Tail, Fleet Foxes.
  15. I’ll Fly Away, Kanye West.

    // listen.

“Okay so I’m a massage therapist, I work for myself and frequently go to clients homes at night. Whenever I used to have a new client, I would bring my boyfriend with me as kind of a backup.

Anyway, the clients condo was in a really nice area in Chandler, AZ. It was around 8:00 when I arrived. Got out of my truck, grabbed my bag and started looking for the apartment because this was one of those mega complexes and of course the numbers were barely visible. As I was walking around,I noticed that every light I walked by would start flickering really quickly… like the light would be fine one minute and as soon as I walked by it would start flashing. I felt like someone watching me but I shrugged it off and found the condo as quickly as possible.

My session lasted 90 minutes, packed up and headed back to my truck.. except it wasn’t in the spot my boyfriend had parked it in. So I call him,he says he’s coming, that something happened so he had to move. I get in the truck and he was super pale.. and his hands were shaking. I asked him what happened. He told me that as I was walking towards the apartments from the parking lot he saw a girl behind me walking in tandem with me almost like a shadow. He said he after he bent down and lit a cigarette, neither one of us were in his line of vision anymore.. not too creepy right? About halfway through his cigarette, he saw someone walk behind the truck really quickly through the rearview mirror. He said it was the same girl. He was starting to feel a little freaked out but nothing too bad. He said he turned on his headphones and leaned the chair back.. to take a nap I guess when he felt a thumping under his feet on the floorboard.

He said he looked out into the parking lot and saw the girl like crawl out from under the hood of the truck and stand up, she walked backwards and stared at him the whole time.. and kind of disappeared into the shadows of the opposite side of the parking lot awnings.

So he peeled out and sat at the nearest gas station which was right next door for the rest of my appointment. Normally, I would have called bullshit, but this guy didn’t believe in the paranormal AT ALL and he was clearly freaked out. Never went back to that particular clients home after that. 

TL;DR: Boyfriend harassed by some creepy girl or possibly spirit that climbed under our truck.”

By: NurseNikky (Creepypasta are great, but does anyone have any good true creepy stories?)

anonymous asked:

Can you do a reaper x reader that's just fluff involving them and their kids? Maybe like picking them up from school or talking at dinner? Idk anything domestic and fluffy?

((I ran outta steam half way through this. I apologize!))

“Gabi come on, we’re going to be late!”

Your hand grabbed at your husband’s, tightening for a moment before feeling smoke slip between your fingers. You turned on the heel of your foot, eyes dancing over the man as his gaze refused to meet yours. His nervousness was obvious, tendrils of smoke rolling off of his skin in small waves as his eyes danced around the foyer. Your hand lifted up, cupping his face lightly and gently turning his face until his eyes locked with yours. This was the first time that Gabriel was accompanying you to one of the Parent Participation Days your six-month old’s day care.

Gabriel was an excellent father, Isabella the object of his undying love and affection, the apple of his eye. While he had grown used to most children shying away from him due to his appearance, Isabella absolutely loved everything to do with it. Her chubby hands grabbed at the puffs of smoke her father would teasingly hover above her face, the child absolutely captivated by the glow of his red eyes. Bubbling laughter filled the room when he’d play peekaboo in his wraith form, disappearing only to reappear on the complete opposite side of the room. Nothing about the man scared the child, the pure love of the infant overwhelming to the man who didn’t believe he’d ever have a child. This is why he was so apprehensive when involving himself with such a ‘normal’ aspect’ of Isabella’s life.

He was a literal dead man walking, having the face of a dead ‘traitor’ and being one of the heads of the largest international, Talon. Even if the world didn’t know who existed behind the mask, Gabriel couldn’t help the feelings of paranoia that boiled in his belly, silently terrified that his family might be punished for his sins. You and Sombra, surprisingly, had been working tirelessly to ease his discomfort away; Sombra setting the both of you up with hidden identities and a technological invisibility cloak and you soothing away any emotional turmoils the man went through.

“Hey”, you murmured as his eyes finally locked with your, lifting up onto your tiptoes and kissing his cheek. “I promise you’ll do fine my love. No one is going to recognize you, especially not with all this hair.”

You lifted your other hand up and playfully tousled the wavy locks that rested around his shoulder blades, earning a half amused-half agitated grunt from the man. He grabbed your hands in his cooler ones, moving your palms back to your face as he silently soaked in your warmth. You shivered, the smile on your lips growing wider as he kissed at your palms affectionately before the man sighed softly.

“I’ll take your word for it”, he said with a small scoff, releasing your wrists reluctantly.

“You should I am a very smart woman”, you answered matter-of-factly, laughter in your tone as you made a move towards the front door. “It’s only an hour…and then we can take Bella with us and get her some pancakes…doesn’t that sound nice?”

“As long as there’s no syrup this time”, he warned as you walked around him and began out the door.

“No promises!”

“Who’s daddy’s big girl”, Gabriel cooed to Isabella, the infant smiling wide before gurgling her response to her father. “Is it Isabella? That’s right, you’re so smart, princesita.”

Isabella reached out, small fists happily tugging at Gabriel’s long hair and earning a quiet chuckle from the man. He dipped his head down, nuzzling his forehead against her cheek, the child turning her face to leave wide mouth, slobbering kisses against his scarred face. Your nose wrinkled up, trying to thrust the imagined feeling of baby spittle covering your cheek away. Digging into the diaper bag across your shoulder you snickered softly as you watched Isabella leave four or five more kisses, your hands snagging a baby wipe before you cleaned your husband’s face off gently. He gave you a gracious look before wincing once more as Isabella tugged his attention back to her, wanting to monopolize her father’s attention for the time being.

The ‘Parent Participation Day’ had been an enjoyable, if somewhat uneventful hour with the kids, a small purple floating camera capturing the entire affair for the both of you. Even if it was mundane, you wanted to make sure you had every moment of it saved. Christal, the head teacher, was all smiles as she and Zora, the teacher’s assistance, orchestrated a mix of tummy time and tactile time. Most of the mobile infants had lost interest in the activity, babbling or ‘talking’ as they grabbed their parents attention. Isabella had managed to stay next to her teachers, the chubby faced curly-haired girl holding up toys and blocks for both of you to see. She’d wave them for several seconds before the toy found itself back in her mouth, the child gumming at the cloth block eagerly.

You listened as Christal gushed over the girl in a short, personal meeting; silently cheering when you heard she was hitting all of her milestones and beaming with pride when she shared how much she enjoyed your daughter’s presence. The apprehension that had initially swallowed Gabriel when you both had walked in had slowly faded away until a slight smile creased his lips and his hand squeezed yours tight. Despite that ball of fear he had managed and for that, the pancakes would be a well earned reward.