this is actually quite fascinating!

Roman: *takes a sip of soda*


Logan: *bursts in through the wall* DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU CAN DISSOLVE A HUMAN BODY IN A BATHTUB OF COKE IT IS ACTUALLY QUITE FASCINATING HERE LET ME EXPLAIN-

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Justice Strauss, do you have anything on local ordinances? Ah, local ordinances. Wait, are you sure? Even I don’t like reading such books, and I work at the High Court. I’m actually considering a career in law. I find those books quite fascinating.

From a very long prompts list comes this: 

153: “ Put me down! ”


It’s late, and Neil knows this.
Kevin told him their night practice was going to run later tonight, but Neil didn’t realize quite how much later that meant.

Neil thought he would have some time tonight to do some math homework. He still has two online assignments due this week that he hasn’t started on. He had hoped to get a head start on them tonight between practice with the foxes and practice with Kevin, but Kevin had told him to stay on the court for some extra training time.

They stopped for a late dinner at some point a couple hours ago, but as the clock hits 2:26 and Kevin is still talking about how his aim needs work, Neil realizes that he’s not going to be able to get anything done tonight.

“Are you even listening to me?” Kevin’s eyebrows knit together. For some reason he doesn’t look tired, even though it’s been a very, very, long day.

Before Neil can say anything, he drops his stick. He didn’t mean to, but his fingers just relaxed and it was too late. The loud clatter of the hard stick on the plastic floor is enough of an answer for Kevin.

“Neil, if you don’t get this drill, you can say goodbye to court. You need to be able to do this!”

“I’m sorry. I’m thinking about other things tonight. I have a lot of math–”

“Neil,” Kevin says, interrupting him, “Now’s not the time to be worrying about other things. You’re on the court, and right now you’re here to play.”

 Neil’s mind took too long to formulate a response to Kevin’s comment and by the time he had strung together words that were comprehensible, the space in the conversation was over. Andrew had decided to join in on the talk, calling from the benches where he’s smoking a half-gone cigarette.

 “Kevin. Shut the fuck up.” His voice echoes off of the high ceiling of the court. His soft black pants and loose sweatshirt make Neil suddenly aware of how much his armour weighs. He’s a little jealous  of Andrew’s capabilities; he gets to sit all day and put in the bare minimum work for exy while Neil works his ass off every practice.

 “Neil.” Kevin says, snapping his fingers in front of Neil’s face. “We don’t have all day. Let’s go.” Kevin begins showing him the drill again, and although he is tired, Neil starts working on it again.

 He bends down to pick up his stick, and feels the burn of lifting it through his shoulders and back. Neil already knows he’s going to be sore tomorrow morning.

 When Neil straightens back up, black spots dance around the edges of his vision, but when he shakes his head, they slowly disappear. He’s not going to be stopped by some stupid little thing. He has a goal. He’s going to get this drill today, and then he can rest.

 Kevin finishes his display, and takes the ball out of the net of the stick and tosses it to Neil. Before Neil can catch it, it’s intercepted by a hand. Andrew’s hand. He looks at the ball, and then at the bags under Neil’s eyes.

 A count later, Neil’s mouth opens.

 “Oh.” He hadn’t even heard the doors of the court opening. He was getting rusty. Or maybe he was just getting comfortable.

 “Andrew, give the ball back to Neil.” Kevin says, shooting daggers with his glare at Andrew, who looks all but unaffected. “If you’re not going to play, go sit down. Neil needs to work on this.”

 “Day, I’m taking Neil, and we’re leaving. You don’t actually get a say in this.” Andrew directs to Kevin, no hint of a joke in his voice.

 Andrew walks a few more paces until he’s head and head with Neil. 

“Andrew,” Kevin looks at the back of Andrew’s figure, “ we’re not done yet.”

“If you don’t let him go,” Andrew turns around, “I will break your other hand, and then neither of you will be playing tonight.”

 It’s uncalled for, but Andrew gets the reaction he wants. Kevin looks down and quickly clutches his broken hand. He rubs the scars from left to right, just like he always does when someone mentions the injury. It’s actually quite fascinating, how Kevin goes submissive like a dog sitting at it’s owner’s heels every time. The boy has a spine until someone actually means what they’re saying.

 “Andrew, just let me try one more time. I need to get this if I want to get–” Neil’s cut off by one of Andrew’s arms scooping under his knees and the other supporting his back.

 It’s not the first time Andrew’s carried him, but it’s definitely the most uncalled for.

 Andrew starts walking away from Kevin, and Neil know’s what his goal is. 

“Andrew. Put me down.” Neil says, “I need to–”

 “If you don’t shut up, I’m dropping you on the floor and driving away without you.” Andrew interrupts him, “It’s late and I want to sleep.” Neil notices how he doesn’t call it ‘home’. He only does that when they’re alone, and Kevin is still in earshot. Andrew carries Neil all the way out of the court, leaving Kevin alone with a bucket of balls and a stack of cones to clean up himself. Neil doesn’t feel bad, even though he probably should. 

When Andrew makes it to the locker room, he ungracefully drops Neil on one of the wooden benches. He starts helping take off his gear, starting with his helmet and arm pieces before realizing what he is doing.

 He drops the helmet on the floor of the locker room and takes a step away, letting Neil undress himself.

 “Go shower. You smell.”

 “Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” Neil says with a slight smirk.

 “I’ll be in the car.” Andrew says while turning around, “If you’re not there in 10 minutes I’m leaving without you.”

 They both know it’s not true, but Neil won’t call him out this time. He likes to let Andrew believe what he wants. 

damianwayynes  asked:

*whispers* shallura and klance because they own my sorry life

ask and you shall receive!

♡ send me a ship and i’ll tell you

Shallura

  • Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa: 
    • Allura would. No one told her Earth doors would be so complicated.
  • Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them: 
    • I wanna say both, but my heart is telling me Shiro pines like a schoolgirl when he’s legitimately in love, so he would. In his notebooks, on his desk, in the dirt, everywhere. Especially after actually getting together with her - he’d do this to show his love for her every chance he gets.
  • Who starts the tickle fights: 
    • ALLURA. Sometimes when Shiro is really in the dumps or just tired tickle fights are sometimes the only thing to put a smile on his face. Shiro actually loves the feeling of getting tickled so he loves it. He also loves engaging first and tickling Allura.
  • Who starts the pillow fights: 
    • Absolutely Allura. Lance introduced her to some Earth customs and she fell in love with pillow fights. She loves to start them with everyone, not just Shiro, but especially enjoys sneaking up on Shiro when he doesn’t expect it. It gives them a chance to let out their inner child and just act like there’s nothing wrong in the world, like they’re not fighting a war. It’s small moments like these they really cherish.
  • Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile:
    • Shiro. 100% Shiro. Allura is quick to go to sleep and every time Shiro sees her sleeping face he falls in love all over again. He finds her presence next to him very comforting so when she’s finally asleep he feels safe and content enough to fall asleep himself, all while wrapping his arms around her and whispering “I love you” as a “goodnight.”
  • Who mistakes salt for sugar:
    • ALLURA. “Who let these two completely different seasonings look exactly the same?”
  • Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning:
    • I’d feel like neither would lmao? Maybe Shiro?
  • Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines:
    • OK SO Allura comes up with the cheesy, almost terrible pick up lines that borderline puns while Shiro comes up with those sappy, cliche pickup lines that actually sweep Allura off her feet and she’s a bit miffed that her pickup lines can’t work that way on him. “Better luck next time, Princess.”
  • Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order:
    • Allura. She’d be the person to rearrange books every few weeks depending if she wants them organized alphabetically, by color, by size, by series, by author, etc.
  • Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies:
    • Shiro is 100% guilty of this. Allura never finds out.
  • Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion:
    • SHIRO he loves doing this because every time with her should be something to remember.
  • Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen:
    • ALLURA she’s not an artist, but Shiro sports his girlfriend’s doodles with pride.
  • Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation:
    • I feel like Allura would! She was a diplomat, so she travels a lot, and would most definitely bring back things not just for Shiro, but for the other Paladins and Coran as well!
  • Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines:
    • Allura is quite fascinated with Earth customs and would actually find those surveys really fun to do.

Klance

  • Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa:
    • Honestly? Both. Both of them are victims of this. Neither of them are without blame.
  • Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them:
    • KEITH KEITH KEITH we already established that Keith Kogane invented pining, of course he’d be the one to do this.
  • Who starts the tickle fights:
    • Lance oh god Keith actually hates being sneaked up on and he’s extremely ticklish so Lance loves to exploit this.
  • Who starts the pillow fights:
    • STILL LANCE he’s absolutely savage and even against his boyfriend he shows no mercy. He will start the fight and dammit he will win.
  • Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile:
    • Keith would! He, like his big bro Shiro, happens to have a hard time sleeping at night, but seeing Lance’s peaceful sleeping face makes him that much more relaxed. He likes to trace his hands down Lance’s shoulder and sides too.
  • Who mistakes salt for sugar:
    • Keith but honestly only because Lance is the one to switch out the ingredients. 
  • Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning:
    • Lance. No question about it, it’s Lance. He’d heat anything up from popcorn to leftovers to hot pockets when he’s hungry he’s hungry and everyone being asleep isn’t going to stop him.
  • Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines:
    • KEITH. He’s never been that good with pick up lines or flirting so he probably got advice from Allura and started saying dumb shit like “hey you know what kind of alien i am for you? a gaylra” and Lance honestly can’t even find it endearing it’s too funny but he loves and appreciates Keith and his attempts anyway. But, please, “leave the flirting to me.”
  • Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order:
    • I don’t think either would really care.
  • Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies:
    • LANCE. Keith gets annoyed because “Dammit stop eating all the batter, Lance!”
  • Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion:
    • Lance! He likes to have some on hand anyway just in case he wants to make things extra important and romantic.
  • Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen:
    • I think both would! But Lance would be a bit sneakier about it, doodling sappier things than Keith. Keith would go for rather generic things and Lance may enjoy going a bit more into detail, or writing funny things on Keith and saying that he wrote something else until Pidge or Hunk see the back of his neck and tell him Lance wrote “I may have the dumbest mullet but I’ve got the best boyfriend.”
  • Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation:
    • Lance! We’ve already established that Lance has homesickness, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t genuinely enjoy traveling the universe and seeing new things. I like to think he’s kind of like Wally in YJ, where he takes a little souvenir for each planet they’ve been on, each mission they’ve completed, etc. in hopes that someday he can show it to his family on Earth.
  • Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines:
    • Keith, actually! Lance finds them entertaining, but rather pointless. Keith did at first too, but actually found them to be kind of fun, even if they both know they’re really dumb. They do it to make fun of the magazine.

anonymous asked:

Have you ever heard of goodbyewarden(.)com its the last letters deathrow imates wrote to the warden before execution.

I haven’t actually, no. That sounds quite fascinating, though, and I’ll check it out. Thanks for the message :)

Minhyuk - would find you charming and he would start swaying too and wait for you to notice. “Minhyuk what are you doing?” “Copying your cute habit.”

Wonho - would be amused while watching you. He would then zone out from your conversation because he’s trying to think why you’re swaying. He’ll find it adorable nonetheless. 

Kihyun - would find it entertaining. You would be talking casually and he would laugh quietly to himself. “What’s so funny?” “You’re doing that swaying thing. It’s kinda precious…” 

I.M. - would enjoy it too much and then tease you about it. “Y/n, if you wanted to dance with me you should just say it…” 

Jooheon - would wonder why you’re doing it and ask you about it. “I don’t realize that I do it.. is it weird?” “Quite the opposite of weird actually! It’s very fascinating.” 

Hyungwon - would point it out straight away. “You really don’t know that you’re suddenly doing it? Well I do love your little quirks and habits..” 

Shownu - would just watch you for a long time and you’re gonna have to repeat your question because he got distracted. “So what do you think?” “Of what? Oh sorry, I was distracted by your cuteness!”

RFA: MC is a Hacker

Ayyy this went a little downhill but everything has been stressful! Life is not forgiving, but I hope these are good enough for you!!

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Yoosung:
- Honestly he finds out because you’re hitting those keys like your life depends on it
- And he’s just like ‘umm,,, you okay over there??’
- So you reply with ‘ya I’m just trying to hack this site’
- He has a double take
- ‘I’m sorry??????’
- He wonders why you didn’t tell him before
- He can understand it when you say that it just never really came up
- He can’t recall a time when it would’ve
- Although he’s a little surprised that you just came out with it
- He seems to forget that Seven is also a hacker
- Once you get through the whole only just finding out phase
- He’s asking questions left, right and centre
- He’s fascinated and super in awe of you
- Even if he can’t understand some of the technical terms you’re using
- It just adds to the impressive experience
- Even if he knew you were good wit computers before
- He still thinks of you as being like 10x smarter than before
- Even if you don’t have the slightest clue about medicine, he’ll ask you for help when studying
- Mostly it’s just tips on how to do it effectively, though
- It’s pretty cute, how much he looks up to you
- But he’s heard how dangerous it can be so he’s a little scared
- ‘It’s cool, but please don’t get involved with something dangerous!’

Zen:
- It basically goes ‘oh btw I’m a hacker’
- He doesn’t register at first
- ‘Oh, that’s nice… Wait what?’
- You explain everything to him and he’s just in awe
- He gets you to tell him some stuff about it
- He always tries to find out about your hobbies / things you enjoy
- And this is no different
- You try to tell him things in a more diluted way
- Just so he’ll understand better
- Eventually you just revert to showing him
- It actually fascinates him quite a lot
- And for some
- Godforsaken reason
- About a month prior to him finding out
- You’d started automatically saying ‘I’m in’ whenever you hacked
- So you do it this time
- And he’s a little confused
- He thought it was just some weird myth
- But apparently not
- So you then have to elaborate that it was just a bad habit you formed
- Most hackers
- In fact
- Do not say ‘I’m in’ whenever they do so
- Although he always assumed that Seven was the type to do so too
- So he couldn’t say that he honestly hadn’t thought that some may legitimately say it
- But he tells you that he thinks it’s cute and you should definitely keep the quirk
- But he’s also worried about illegal things you might be doing
- So he makes you promise you won’t do anything over the top
- ‘I worry about you- but I don’t want to stop you from doing things that you like, so just don’t do anything too illegal’

[Jaehee, Jumin, Seven, V, and Saeran are under the cut]

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Starting Star || Fred Weasley x Reader

Prompt: You have a horrible habit of writing on your skin, especially after your muggle aunt sent you a pack of muggle ‘sharpies’ for your birthday present. Apparently, though most wizards and witches had no idea of this since they can’t draw on themselves, quills hurt and not many had muggle soulmates, if you draw on skin, it begins to appear on the skin of your soulmate. And George just so happened to take notice of some appearing on his brother. 

Words: 2774

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, fred panicking a bit, you’re younger than the twins yet older than the golden trio, gryffindor reader, you love to draw, farrr from canon, kinda long fic, h e l l a  domestic, summer stay at the Weasleys

Author’s Notes: You guys liked the prior one so much, and such I decided to write another one up! I’m a sucker for these soulmate AUs! 


The cooing of an owl swooped down before you, carrying a load of presents in honor of your birthday. You grinned wide, petting your owl and feeding her a bit of food before allowing her to fly away with a lighter touch to her wings - no longer bound by weighting presents.

“Bloody hell, [Name]!” Ron exclaimed, eyes scanning about the array of presents you had received. “Your owl can carry a bloody ton,” He pointed out, and you laughed.

“I suppose,” You hummed, shuffling through the envelopes from your distant relatives. You saved those to read later at a more appropriate time, where it was more quiet and personal, but Harry insisted that you own the others now.

Your hands fumbled with the first received package, one from your mother. You opened it slowly, revealing a large sketch book. You grinned giddily and skimmed through the blank pages, revealing at the end a little message from home.

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BadBoy! Jaehyun Drabble

A/N: i’m actually surprised i finished this wow;; and i’d like to thank @kakaotaeks for the words lottery :’>>

Originally posted by mintokkies

You panicked. You couldn’t recollect where you left your outfit for the play. You felt even more anxious when you reminded yourself that you’re going to play as the main character. You searched through your dressers, the clothing racks, the backstage, others’ waiting room, everywhere but you found nothing. You asked everyone but they all said they didn’t see it. “W-What should I do?” You circled around your waiting room, sweat all over your face and tears almost escaping your eyes. You knew your drama teacher was gonna burst into flames if he finds out you lost your outfit. Suddenly, you got a text from an unknown number in the middle of your breakdown. ‘Lost something? Meet me on the rooftop.’ You were confused, nobody you knew would playfully do this to you so you wondered who it was. You thought about ignoring the message but you felt really desperate so you decided to meet them. You thought “What could go wrong?


You pushed open the heavy metal door that led to the rooftop. You suddenly became worried. “Is someone actually here?” “Is this just a prank?” You gulped anxiously as you slowly and carefully stepped outside. “Hello-” you were cut off by a figure who vigorously slammed you against the wall. “Hey, there,” he said with a smirk on his face. It was Jung Jaehyun, the school’s ‘Bad Boy’. “What do you want,” you glared him, feeling unimpressed. “Woah, woah, woah. There’s no need to act like that towards me. Don’t you want your little dress?” he said, still smirking. You continued glaring, “Of course, I do! Where is it?” He moved his face closer to yours and you tried hard to prevent your lips from touching his. “You need to do something for me first. I’m actually quite fascinated by your acting skills” He drifted his head towards the right side of your face, placed his lips near your ear and whispered, “So, why don’t you be a good girl and pretend to be my girlfriend?”

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Guess who has seen Thor: Ragnarok and loved it so much she couldn’t stop obsessing for days. So basically, the exercise i challenged myself to do here is drawing Loki, or Tom Hiddleston as Loki, which actually means getting his features and facial expressions just right. And lemme tell you it’s not easy, pretty challenging but i love seeing the result. Those are my 2nd and 4th attemps..i gotta admit i prefer the n°2. I’m actually quite fascinated by the paradox/fact that they chose this actor, with features that make him seem so genuinly kind (you see that happy little boy smile there) to play an “evil” (not really since he makes you literally cry when he’s hurt but you know what i mean) character, and the mix is perfect (how even??) I think this is why it was so challenging to me..well now i got this i got this..i’ll try to come back with more sketches i dare to show! (Contrarily to my sisters, i wasn’t fond of 1st and 3rd sketches)
Sorry for the long caption😚
Plz don’t use without permission.❤❤

The Real Mr. Ketch

Summary: Before Mary can shot Ketch you stop her, having a plan of your own.

Word Count: 621

Pairing: Ketch x Reader

A/N: Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted! Hope y’all like it! Xoxo Jess

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“What the hell is going on here!?” You cried out stepping down the bunker stairs, shocked at the scene unfolding in front of you. You had been gone almost an hour, leaving Toni and Dean to hopefully bring Mary back to herself again.

“Y/N?” Dean questioned obviously surprised to see you. Ignoring him you proceed further into the bunker.

“Would someone enlighten me on what’s going on? Why does Ketch have a bullet in his shoulder?”

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Submission: .... about that one fic of naga prince!Oro and now dad of two!Sakumo

*chucks this at your face* *shuffles out of view*

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If Sakumo were younger, brasher still and basking in the glory of his conquests, he would pack himself to battle and finish what was started nine years ago.

But his days of strutting around and seeking worth fights are over, he can’t just go, much as his heart demands him to do, because Sakumo has Kakashi, and Kakashi somehow got Obito, so now– well, now he has children to look after. Children to grow and nurture and he can’t get himself killed, can’t brave unknown dangers and leave them all alone in the world.

Sakumo remembers well the heavy syrup pressure of the ominous power of the naga prince, remembers Orochimaru in his prime, and whatever it is that is enough to trap such a creature is something to be taken with due severity.

He can’t foolishly believe just his love for the other man and a sword in his hand is enough to save him, but he also can’t just not go. Prideful creature that he once was, Orochimaru needs him– has needed him for the past nine long years– and Sakumo is loyal to the bone. He will go, of that there is no doubt, but he will go only with the certainty of victory, because he is a father of two, and he is in love with the man he intends to rescue, and he has never had so much to lose as he does now.

He needs a infallible plan.

That shouldn’t be too hard, he was not once appointed General for nothing.

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But first, he has to find someone trustworthy enough to look after his kids. Luckily, he already knows exactly whom to ask.

Unfortunately, it takes him two weeks and a half to finally pinpoint his location.

He leaves the children with old lady Saari, the only other human living in this strip of coast with her granddaughter, and heeds deep into the forest behind the house.

It doesn’t take long before he hears the familiar gait of heavy paws flanking his location, and seconds later the wolves emerge from the trees.

They are just as he remembers them– huge almighty beasts, bigger than any simple human, monstrous strength tightly coiled in massive shifting muscles and piercing dark eyes. Sakumo well knows that there is no predators of finer kin than the ones before him.

The Alpha steps forward and he meets her halfway, just as he always has done. She lowers her head until it is level with his own, and he inclines to softly place his forehead in the bridge of her snout, the space between her eyes.

“I have a lost prince to find,” he admits quietly, “but first I need to hunt down the stormbringers.”

We cannot all go, she says, to him and the rest of the pack, who had shifted restlessly with the prospect of a final hunt to embark. The woods must be protected, she consoles the others, and they seem mollified with the reminder, because they gently nose past him as they circle around and back into the forest.

It is when they are alone that she breaks apart and turns, crouching slightly, giving him her back. He hesitates for just a moment but it is enough for her to pick up on his worries, as it always has.

Nobody has gotten past me and mine before, she says as if Sakumo hasn’t been with her in the countless times people tried to do exactly that, and nobody ever will.

It doesn’t matter that he trusts the pack with his very life, that he knows they have never once in the seven years that Sakumo has chosen this place as his home ever let him down, the apprehension of ever being away when his son might need him makes his hand tremble slightly when even an army to defeat could not faze him at all.

He takes a deep breath and assures himself of the safety of his family by the knowledge that no one smart enough to figure out his location out of the humors of a haunted forest and yet still fool enough to go after the White Fang anyway ever got past the pack that prowls the woods, even as endless as the trees might be, stretching on for miles in ever direction around his house where the coastline doesn’t cover them.

He takes another breath, thinks of a fair man trapped in a spell and a chance to try and reconnect with someone he thought was lost to time, while simultaneously also reminding himself that this trip won’t take longer than a day, just a few miles east.

Sakumo bends his knees and jumps over, aided by the hand already at her flank, settling himself on Alpha’s back with the shared ease of long years together, of a kinship that runs bone deep. He can feel her muscles tensing and relaxing in preparation for the run by the hands gripping the fur of her shoulders. Sakumo reflexively starts sliding on the battle calm he was so revered for at the familiarity of it all; this scene replayed countless of times, everlasting, so much so that it could have been taken at any such point in his life and it would still be same.

The prey?

“East,” Sakumo murmurs, easing into his own skin for the first time in years, “and then you will be able to feel them.”

The stormbringers?

“Not quite, we are looking for the human that trails behind the maelstrom.”

Like you?

Sakumo hums a little before responding, thinking of blond sunshine hair and young blue eyes, of a sharp smile and the sheer prowess and tenacity necessary to be recognized in a world of spamming legends and myths. Of bearing the frailty of humankind and yet being mighty enough to step in the way of a titan, and still win.

“Yes,” he eventually agrees, with a wry grin tugging a corner of his mouth, “like me.”

Alpha huffs and finally crouches down on her front legs, and Sakumo goes with the motion, leaning his torso wholly forward. She holds position for a heartbeat before bounding east, just long enough for him to add, quietly, “we are going after the one they call Yellow Flash, the incarnation of the Flying Thunder God.”

It’s time to call some favors, and he needs a babysitter after all, for when he truly goes searching for anything that one might need to break a three way and nine long year curse.

The only saving grace is that surely he is not the only one planning to end the spell, he just has to find whoever else cares enough about the holy monk and the earth goddess that they already had a nine year headstart on him.

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oOoOoOo

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so i kept thinking about the logistics of how one might go about heroing at thirty and with two kids and the instant answer was– no kids. and the babysitter was obviously minato, but where would minato be?, i thought to myself, and, again, the instant answer was– after trouble. and trouble obviously came in the form of storm spirits so i wrote this, i guess *waves vaguely offscreen* but then i realized that minato would be one of those people who has been trying to break the curse. so. idk. maybe kushina takes care of the children??? i honestly have no idea. and i also dont know if at the end the both of them talked about it earlier so sakumo knows what hes talking about and it is later on when they are settled that oro starts adopting or if sakumo is just arrogantly assuming that he is the only one to care about oro that way and so is v surprised when a Wild Tenzo Appears (im excluding kabuto bc hes too young for that?? maybe sakumo picks him up before embarking on the journey– like he is scouting (confirming everything) the place where the three of them are trapped and there is this human(?) child diving in the water and conducting experiments like Yes, Fascinating and actually turns out the kid is quite smart and knows what he is talking about and is handily deadly)(i also assumed anko would be too young but what do i know)(i also just realized that tenzo is younger than kakashi)(BUT maybe he is a tree spirit and those take longer to get old so maybe he is younger than kakashi yet still technically old enough to have known oro)(aha)

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it should also be noted somewhere that i have no clue how one goes about riding a gigantic wolf in a hunt or even the right names for wolf anatomy so pardon my mistakes

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also i heard that you might actually make a sequel of the fic so. i mean. i know you wont take this as fic canon and all, im not expecting that, but i thought you might want to see what your work inspired me to write (and inspired me long enough to finish(!!), as short as it might be). so thanks very much for everything, senpai!

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*goes for a handshake* *gives up halfway* *salutes* *quietly lays down and rolls out of view*

Kept Apparent || Fred Weasley x Reader

Prompt: You’re somewhat of an oddity, and not just because you held magical capabilities. It seemed to be that, depending upon mood, your hair would change color. And of course, Fred Weasley found that awfully amusing. 

Words: 2351

Warnings: Hair changing color, just fluff really, swearing, lil bit of teasing and jesting, very familial relationship with George and Reader

Author’s Notes: If you already have dyed hair, imagine your default hair in this being your natural hair color ^^ Also please note that none of these colors mean what do they in other areas outside of here (at least for some)

Color/Emotions key: White/Stressed, Black/Depressed, Gray/Anxious, Red/Furious, Pink/Flustered, Magenta/Bothered, Peach/Relaxed, Orange/Mischievous, Dark Orange/Confused, Yellow/Unsure, Gold/Confident, Green/Thankful, Dark Green/Envious, Light Blue/Happy, Dark Blue/Embarrassed, Turquoise/Tired, Indigo/Scared, Violet/Awkward, Purple/Defensive 


While you were walking along through the corridors of school, ready to your next class, you felt a shoulder purposely slam into you. Whomever did it, which honestly was blatantly obvious to you, knocked the books out of your hands and they spilled to the floor. Your cheeks puffed out and you knelt down to pick up your disarrayed items, gently colored red hair brushing against your face.

“Eat shit, Malfoy.” You glared once standing upright to see his smug face waiting for your reaction alongside his stalking duo - Crabbe and Goyle. He laughed alongside the buffoons, high-fiving and joking with them. Your cheeks heated with anger, and so did your hair - flowing out in a brighter shade.

Once away from the three enough, you took in a few deep sighs - relaxing your tense self as crimson fluttered into a more gentle peach - the scent of the beloved fruit even following behind as you strode to class.

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SVT College AU  -  Jihoon

Originally posted by pink-fairy-woozi

a/n: throwback to the show that made me cry the most even though i was 5 months late into the fandom and already knew what happened in that said show

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-ok so you got jihoon

-who’s favourite subject………..is music….

-so…..

-ok he’s taken up music y’all knew this was coming 

-lil music prodigy 

-like he’s loved music ever since he was little

-his class is so lit

-like there are a lot of rappers and singers in his class including him 

-so it’s like a mini impromptu concert in his class nearly everyday

-sometimes in the morning people pass an all they can hear is 

-BABY

-”IT STARTED WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER YOU WERE MINE”

-and like a second later you can guarantee that the teacher is gonna be like

-”my bOOOOOO”

-because fuck who doesn’t like usher and alicia keys at 10:30AM with the teacher singing along 

-that sounds like a lit class

-it’s amazing actually

-he’s the class producer and songwriter 

-so everything jihoon writes is just amaaaaazziiiiiiing

-and everyone compliments him and he’s so humble about it like bOIIIIIIIIII

-other than his amazing skills

-he has other thing that are 

-kind 

-of

-amazing in his life

-aka his room mates!

-he really does like his room mates

-at first he was kind of quiet and shy because yeah he knew them for 2.5 minutes of course he’s not going to be like ‘oh you’re me best friend now’

-but this little guy warmed up to seungcheol jeonghan and mingyu pretty quickly

-especially mingyu

-they’re so close they’re like brothers

-so cute

-one time he fell asleep on the floor (same) because he was so tired from his day and his after school activity 

-and mingyu just found him like that 

-curled up into a little ball

-so he just dragged his ass to bed 

-aaaWWWWWWWWW

-anyways his wait after school activity???

-yeah he’s kind of the college DJ 

-there’s two actually! 

-one dude called bumjoo

-(10 points to gryffindor if y’all know who bumjoo actually is)

-and jihoon!

-they work really well together and even though jihoon only has a show a couple times a week bumjoo says he’s a really dedicated kid to this gig

-he got it after bumjoo hearing about his dream of having his songs played across the radio and stuff

-and 

-he kind of just got a job as the college DJ??

-ok cool lets do this 

-he’s pretty good with the mix tapes and stuff and he even makes his own 

-they’re

-so

-good????

-bumjoo was really impressed wow o wow!!!

-ok let’s jump into this 

-here you are!!

-you’re just a normal maths student 

-because you’re pretty good 

-(if you’re not join the club)

-but boi

-do you 

-have 

-an 

-amazing 

-voICEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

-wow

-wait….

-if you have an amazing voice…

-then…why are you doing maths and not music?

-yeah you had a huge passion for music but oh my god your parents

-you were good at maths too- that’s where the problem comes in

-your parents told you to choose maths just incase music didn’t go through

-so you did

-and you chose maths as your final subject too

-yeah sad times crack a cold one open with your friend who was also in music and drink your problems away

-maybe not

-wait what was that 

-yeah you had your roommate who took music and was in music class

-jihoon’s music class

-your friend asked you to help her with her music class homework and you said 

-”sure why not i have a couple hours to kill before my body gives up on myself and decides to crash out on the sofa like it normally does”

-”please don’t sleep on the sofa again”

-”ok :))))))))))) i’m not making any promises you hear me bitch :)”

-anyways 

-so there you were

-in the belly of the music store room

-your friend asked you to grab an empty cd from the store room

-with permission from the teacher too

-so in there

-the room was pretty dim

-so off you went to find the blank cassette tapes and the cds

-whilst looking you decided to sing along to a song that was stuck in your head 

-beautiful as always

-such a gorgeous voice

-mariah carey sunbae is shook

-walking down the corridor of old cds and tapes 

-you saw something moving from the corner of your eye

-you turn around to see a light coming from this room 

-and at the door of the room

-was a blond haired student 

-and his mouth was a open a little

-like he was in shock 

-about how beautiful your voice was

-it didn;t hit you until it did that he probably heard you singing

-it also hit you that he was jihoon

-that dude you listen to when you’re doing your work for college

-”oh AJAJKHSLAKJ”

-”wow you can sing amazingly and scream keyboard smashes out loud what other talent have you got?”

-“t-that’s it…..are you jihoon?”

-”yeah…how did you know?”

-”my friend is in your class…also i kind of listen to your show sometimes…….”

-”oh really? thanks for tuning in it really means a lot”

-”n-no problem….”

-that’s kind of how it started 

-jihoon helped you to find the blank cds and walked you back to your friend in the other recording studio

-you were probably going to be lost on the way back anyways

-but all that time you had this massive blush on your face because of him and his compliment of the keyboard smash scream and the singing

-you two…..became friends after that slightly awkward encounter

-you kind of just hung out with jihoon in the radio room and your friend was kind of gettin a lil jealous that jihoon was kind of takin you away 

-but she knew that she had you after your lil hang out sessions so it was cool

-then the end of the year was slowly coming around

-and end of year=end of year projects

-and what could be the best project to get from a music teacher?

-to produce and record a song

-a whole song

-and ever since you two met

-jihoon wanted to produce a song with you singing the vocals

-so that’s what he was going to do for his project

-first of all before even asking you to sing he needed to make lyrics and a backing track

-and he did

-in like 2 days nonstop

-poor kid fell asleep by the computer 

-mingyu brought him hot chocolate and stayed with him to keep him company while he made his song awwwwWWWWWWWWWW

-he was finished in the early hours of the morning and just fell asleep straight in his chair aww the baby 

-he messages you since he was already in the studio 

-and he asked if you could do him a little favour like an IOU kind of thing

-so you went to the studio in college

-and just saw him sitting on his chair with this huge smile on his face and a piece of paper with lyrics on them 

-and a couple pillows and blankets in the corner

-bearing in mind it was like 8PM

-you’re like wtf is going on jihoon wyd???

-”i need you to do something for me…..can you sing on my record? your voice will compliment the track perfectly…..please?”

-you saw the love in his eyes for you and your voice for the first time

-it was so nice

-your heart beat was going triple the speed it normally does 

-”sure”

-so off you went to work with jihoon for the first time 

-you and jihoon have this sort of amazing chemistry that he has with nobody else 

-it’s quite fascinating actually

-you see this quite shy and timid boy with an outgoing and smiley girl like you 

-opposites attract you know

-anyways

-since jihoon had a feeling that you two would finish quite late 

-out of impulse he keeps blankets and pillows in the studio

-while working on the song he told you to go to sleep first and that he’ll join you later

-and that really showed that he cared about you more than he did for himself which…..in retrospect is sweet but it made you worry about him

-he looked really tired

-so you decided to stay up until he went to sleep

-”y/n why are you not asleep???”

-”i’m waiting for you to sleep too….it’s not ok for you to work as much as you’re doing now……”

-”y/n i care about you more that me so please sleep”

-”i have all the time to sleep–wait repeat that first part?”

-”i didn’t say anything peculiar…i just want you to sleep so you’re not tired….”

-”funny….could’ve sworn that i heard you say that you cared for me…”

-”that too y/n”

-your face was just a beet red now

-because of the fact that he cared for you

-aWWWWW

-in the end he gave up cause you were still awake

-why. were. you. still. awake. go. to. s l e e p 

-you watched him lie down next to you keeping a straight face on

-after half an hour you realised that he had fallen asleep first

-fuckin finally 

-out of impulse your body just kind of…turned to face him

-and no matter how hard you tried to stop your hand….

-it just….layed across him

-just as if you were hugging him

-and as if he was still awake he kind of adjusted himself so he was closer to you

-turned to face you

-and had his arm around you

-your cheeks couldn’t help but to be a flushed out colour

-out of the blue you hear him mumble something along the lines of “…..like you….y/n….”

-like you y/n……?

-was he saying “it’s like you y/n”?

-or was it……..”i like you y/n”?

-no matter what he said your cheeks just burst into even bigger bursts of pink 

-”jihoon….you like me? good….i like you too…”

-”in which way?”

-”yOU WERE AWAKE?!”

-”I KIND OF WOKE UP AGAIN WHEN YOU STARTED TO HUG ME”

-”SHIT sorry….”

-”it’s ok….so you like me?”

-”yeah…..but i know you like me in that way too…”

-”oh….wait….how do you know….?”

-”you kind of just mumbled it in your sleep…”

-”oh….i guess i meant to tell you that after…”

-”after…?”

-”i was going to tell you after i give in my assignment…but i guess today was ok…”

-”yeah…”

-you two just kind of fell asleep in each others arms again

-but jihoon realised that the light was still on 

-so quickly hopping back up to turn them off he looked to you and just…had this huge smile on his face…he looked so happy

-getting back down to sleep with you

-this time he wrapped both arms around you one arm in between you head and shoulder and the other draped around you torso

-then just out of pure love or you

-he just placed a kiss on your forehead

-*cue all of you screaming over jihoon’s soft side*


-”oh yeah where’s your boyfriend y/n?”

-”he’s just at the shops he’ll be bach”

-”that pun fell flat….”

-”i know it did…maybe i should stop…..i’ll only get in more tre-ble if i say anymore”

-“that one was actually really cle-fer”

-”both of you really need to stop”

-”you’re not really in tune with what’s going on aren’t you jihoon?”

-”puns aren’t really forte– fuck”

-”EEYYYYYYY”

-”EYYYYYYYYYYYYY”

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Masterlist 

Part 21

A/N: This chapter was gonna be a lot longer but I decided to break it off a bit for anticipation. Next chapter will be more eventful

Wordcount: 2014

Warnings: Bitches, language, hehehe

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Breaking The Atmosphere

“What do you mean, you’re taking Theodosia Burr?” Alex asked with a chill.

“Pops, I find her to be quite charming. I would like to take her.” Charming? If she’s anything like her father than that’s a fat load of crap. You tried to convince yourself of that, it didn’t work. Alex was about to say something, he looked very against this whole thing. But Eliza nudged him with her elbow and cleared her throat.

“Of course you can take Theodosia, my son.” She smiled.

“Thank you, mom.” For a second, Philip looked over at you. Every once in a while you’d think you’d see it. Your Sunshine, not this dark cloud trying to hide him. Something sparked in his eyes for that single second. Was it regret? Was it longing? Was it remembrance? Was it an apology? You couldn’t tell, he built a wall between you.

‘In this same interlude it doth befall

That I, one Snout by name, present a wall.

And such a wall, as I would have you think,

That had in it a crannied hole, or chink,

Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisbe,

Did whisper often very secretly.

This loam, this roughcast, and this stone doth show

That I am that same wall. The truth is so.

And this the cranny is, right and sinister,

Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.’

That should’ve been a passage he marked. As quick as the second had come, it was gone once again. Philip tightened his lips and walked away, the same way he always did.

“You’re going to let our son take my rival’s daughter to a party? Are you crazy, Betsy?” Alex asked. Eliza shook her head.

“Trust me, love. A mother knows what she’s doing.” She assured, winking at you after she finished her sentence. What’s that supposed to mean?

             A few days passed and you were left to your same routine. You were dusting off the shelves in Alex’s study when you heard someone come in. You looked over to see Lafayette leaning against one of the cleaned shelves.

“Oh, hey Laf. Did you need something?” You asked. He tapped his finger against his chin and took a step forward.

“Yes actually, I do have a small favor to ask of you Miss Y/N.”

“You can just call me Y/N or Titania like Alex does, but sure, what’s the favor?”

“I was invited to a party by a friend of mine. I would like to ask you to allow me the pleasure of escorting you there.” WHAT?!

“Um, wait what? A party? Oh no, no, no, no! I’ve never been to one before! Besides, why would you need me to go?” You asked nervously.

“Well you see, I am not exactly the best dancer and every time I try to go to a gathering by myself a madam will ask me to dance. I just cannot find it in my heart to say no to them, it seems rude but I always accidentally step on their feet…” His face flushed a bit. Fucking Marie Antoinette, this is all your fault! “If I take you with me, I believe I will be asked to dance far less.” Honestly, I should’ve expected that this was the reason. Lafayette was known for being extremely awkward in many situations.

“I mean; alright I guess? As long as I don’t have to talk to many people because honestly I do not know the proper etiquette for these things…” Lafayette smiled at your answer.

“Merci, we can both not know the proper etiquette together, how does that sound?” He asked humorously, you chuckled.

“Sounds like a plan!” You laughed.

             You told Eliza about what Lafayette suggested and she seemed very pleased that you said yes. She even said she would help you get ready, of course Angie decided she would as well. When the day came, Eliza summoned you to her room and she pulled out this very elegant blue dress.

“What’s this?” You asked.

“Well, as much as I love the dress Hercules gave you, it simply is not ball appropriate. So, you shall wear this.” She informed. Angie, who was sitting on the bed called out excitedly.

“That’s the dress Mama says she fell in love with Daddy in!” You looked at the beautiful blue color.

“Eliza…this is too much, you’re so sweet to me!” She brushed off the comment.

“Nonsense! I would do anything for my girls and you are certainly no exception! Now, come over here! We are wasting precious time!” You went over and she immediately started to work on you.

“Mama, how did you and Daddy fall in love exactly?” Angie asked curiously. Ohhh, I’ve never heard this story before! Eliza giggled to herself.

“That is actually quite the fascinating tale. You see, many people in our family believe that Alexander and I were in love at first sight…”

“Wait, are you saying you weren’t?” You questioned, she nodded.

“I had met Alexander once at my Father’s estate. He brought a message from Mr. Washington and stayed over for dinner. At the time, I had no intentions of courting with him.”

“Really? Why?” Angie seemed confused.

“Well… I was in love with someone else at the time. He was a red coat named Andre.” She explained. WAIT! A! MOMENT!

“You were in love with someone on the opposite side?” You were astounded. Eliza nodded with an amused smile. Am I the Andre to Philip’s Eliza? Was I just a phase?

“Madly in love, in fact. When I saw Alexander that night at a winter’s ball, everything changed. Love is a very complicated feeling, that’s what I realized in that moment. You can’t control it, you can’t change it and that’s scary.” Yeah…I know the feeling… “At first, I didn’t think Alexander was interested in me. Although my sister was already married at the time, I assumed he fancied her more. But here we are, many years later. Alexander has taught me many things, but mostly he’s shown me that love is not easy. You will doubt each other, hurt each other and not even intend to, or even worse… You do it to protect them.” Eliza finished putting the dress on you and quickly worked with your hair. She took two pieces from the front and braided them to the back, making sure your hair stayed out of your face. Was my sparkle not enough? Did someone give him more than I could offer? “You look beautiful dear!” Eliza teared up, Angie got off the bed, an idea burning in her pupils.

“Wait! Don’t go anywhere! I have an amazing idea!” She ran out of the room and you were left to wonder for a moment. After a few minutes she came running back in with something in her arms. You froze when you realized what it was. Five bushels of baby’s breath… She stepped behind you and laced the stems into your braid. “The best accessory a lady can wear is fresh flowers.” She stated. You felt odd about using the flower. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You were pretty but felt, out of place. Monachopsis, that’s the word that came to mind in that moment. You didn’t feel like you belonged there anymore, you tried not to think about it too much.  Once you were all dressed and ready, Eliza led you out to the main room.

“Alexander has already called the coach. He should be waiting outside with Lafayette.” You took a step out the door and let your eyes adjust to the bright light. Alex was talking with Lafayette outside the carriage and once they noticed you and the other woman with you they smiled. You went down the steps and Alex took your hand, turning your wrist and signaling for you to spin.

“Oh, I wonder where that dress came from!” He hinted while you span in place, his banter made you feel a bit better about everything. Alex gave your hand to Lafayette so you turned your attention to him. He smiled at you pleasantly.

“Miss Titania, Alexander instructed me to call you that, you look quite elegant, if I must say.” You fanned your face jocularly.

“Monsieur, you flatter me so!” You said with fake bashfulness.  He opened the carriage door and helped you into it, when he got in he sat across from you. You waved everyone goodbye and joked that you would be back before tomorrow. The carriage pulled forward and you watched as it drove out of the yard. Just as the house was starting to fade out of sight, you saw another carriage pull in. Another carriage? The house was too far away at that point for you to investigate any further. You were starting to get a bit nervous and your leg began to bounce from under your dress. You stared out the window until you felt something tap your arm. You jumped slightly and turned your gaze toward Lafayette.

“Miss Titania, you seem a bit flustered. May I ask what is wrong?”

“Oh, um, yes. I’m just a bit anxious is all. I’ve uh, never been to anything like this before.” You chuckled and scratched your cheek.

“Do not fear! As a gentleman, it is my job to ensure that you have as nice of a time as possible. After all, those who can’t dance shall not dance together! Or…something of that effect.” Wow…he’s just as awkward as me. What a precious lil baguette!

             It wasn’t long before the carriage pulled in front of a large house. It was mostly brick and was almost the model image of Victorian styling. The carriage stopped in front of the estate and Lafayette stepped out first to help you down. The two of you made your way up the grand stone steps, the door was opened for you. You thought you were going to be early but there were already tons of people inside the large, open room. It wouldn’t have bothered you so much if not a good majority of the people looked over at you. Lafayette had his arm linked with yours and pulled it slightly to get your attention as he led you through the room.

“I think they like you.” He whispered.

“Who’s party is this anyway?” You questioned.

“The Price’s, I was quite close with the father of the house, the rest of the family was more than happy to allow me to attend.” You nodded to show that you understood. You felt several eyes gaze at you from time to time, you weren’t sure how to feel about it. Lafayette was nice enough to make sure you never felt too uncomfortable. At one point he was leading you across the room by stopped halfway. “I will be right back; I must greet the lady of the house. Would you mind waiting for just a moment?” He asked.

“Go ahead, I’ll be here.” He continued to walk across the room. A young man approached you not long after. Well, not quite young, he still seemed quite a bit older than you.

“Hello Miss, what is a fair lady, such as yourself, doing here all by your lonesome?” He certainly knew that you were not alone. Can’t a girl be by herself for ten seconds and not be bothered?! “May I get you a drink?” He asked.

“No thank you, I don’t drink.” I don’t trust the alcohol in this century! He tried to insist but you declined, that didn’t stop him from trying to ask again but he was stopped by a voice interrupting him. You felt someone standing behind you.

“Excuse me sir, thank you for keeping my friend company for me. Now if you don’t mind…” The man quickly walked away from the masculine voice behind you. Why does that sound so familiar? You sighed.

“Thank you, I wasn’t sure how I wa-“ You turned around and froze.

“Hello Titania, it’s been quite a while hasn’t it?” A bright color filled your eyesight.

“Mr. Jefferson…”

anonymous asked:

Hey hi! :) For the writing prompt maybe Shidge 16? .- @quinzak

16: Things you said with no space between us

Shout out to @orcaspanielmermaids for helping me edit this tiny monster; I love you bro!

Also, warning, it’s v long. the keep reading is there so I spare others from having to scroll for so long, I swear 


Training is always close quarters, whether it be slashing and dashing away from the training sentinels or taking on a fellow Paladin. Today it was the latter for Pidge.

Shiro was a brutal opponent. Yes, she had defeated him before, but that was when he was under the influence of mind-controlling mushrooms. Now with Shiro as a true opponent, Pidge could only repeat one thing to herself as they brawled.

“Shit.”

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anonymous asked:

vernon + florist au ;_;

My first time writing an au D: I hope it’s alright!


“Is it an anniversary today?” the florist asked you with a bright smile, finishing up wrapping your bouquet of roses together with a pink ribbon.

“If you’re asking if I have a boyfriend, no. I’m just getting these for myself,” you explained, slightly embarrassed that he had just asked you that. You eyed him up and down, he was wearing a white button up with the sleeves rolled up and a brown apron over his chest and torso. You spotted a name tag on his chest, slowly nodding as you found out his name to be Hansol.

“Oh, sorry,” he apologised, the bright smile not fading although his cheeks were flushed with pink now.  You chuckled at his cute reaction, already handing him the money for the flowers.

“I just assumed a beautiful girl like you would have a significant other,” he explained, “and also because lavender roses represent love at first sight.”

You raise an eyebrow,  the comment about your beauty definitiely caught you off guard but you played it off pretty well, deciding to comment on the lavender roses instead. “I had no idea flowers had meanings,” you said, actually quite fascinated by his remark on the meaning of flowers.

“Yes, very few people actually know about them. White roses are personally my favourite,” he told you. “But here you go,” Hansol said and handed you your bouquet he had wrapped so beautifully.

“Thank you. What do -” Your question about white roses was interrupted by an older lady who was waiting for her turn to be served. You wanted to know what white roses represented but you were both quick to get your composure back together. “It was nice meeting you Hansol,” you said, looking into his eyes and smiling.

He smiled back at you, saying you goodbye when you turned around and started heading back outside. What a cute boy, you thought to yourself and looked at your bunch of roses, only to notice a small note on top of them.

‘I would love to talk more with you.’ The message signed with ‘Hansol, the florist who thinks you’re beautiful’


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Wishes

Summary: It was your birthday and of all the things you wanted, you got the one wish you never thought possible.

Pairings: AU!Damon x Reader x AU!Dean

Warnings: swearing, threesome smut, DETAILED SMUT. 

Word Count: 4356 What have I done

So… this has been an idea that’s in my mind and I finally had the ‘guts’ to write it. Enjoy imagining being in between two insanely hot guys.

(gifs not mine, credits to owners)

A lot of girls in your school would kill to be in your position. You had two of your university’s hottest football players as you best friends. You didn’t lack in the looks department as well. You were a cheerleader but you were also part of the school’s honor roll. And they weren’t the typical ‘I’m a football player who hates studying’. You were in a science major, Dean in an engineering major, and Damon in a math major.

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There’s that weird plunny that’s following me around for about three years now. It’s a Danny Phantom/Harry Potter crossover, it involves lots of ghosts, Remus Lupin is the MC and is looking well, Vlad Masters and it actually makes sense.

• Remus Lupin, mentally broken after living through the war and having one of his friends murder all the others, was looking for a job

• Obviously, because ​of his condition it was rather unsuccessful search - any wizard could guess what was up rather easily and even muggles are sorta done with his amount of sick days

• He ends up overseas, trying to find something. Besides visiting the local communities, he also tries his luck at castles and other places like that, because some of the magical folk here fancied isolating themselves from others

• Then there’s that one castle, where the Dairy King’s Ghost opened the doors and welcomed him.

• The owner is also totally aware of the Ghost haunting his place and even converse with him about Lupin - or rather demand why he let him in.

• The Dairy King calmly explains that Lupin is a wizard and he might be a very interesting guest and he haven’t seen a wizard since so long ago…

• Wait, the owner is a muggle. Abort, mission abort!

• The muggle doesn’t take too well that Lupin tried to do the responsible thing and obliviate the whole thing out of his skull. Moreso, the muggle takes his wand with ease using something that is not magic and “invites” him in, suddenly much more curious about the visitor.

• The Dairy King is not done with outing Lupin yet; he also spills the beans about the werewolf thing

• And this is how Remus Lupin got a job purely because he is a werewolf

• Vlad Masters himself is an oddity too; ten years ago he had an accident that send him to a hospital for years and that turned him into something entirely else. This made him much more curious about any other unusual condition.

• Discovering that muggle education was not included in a magical curriculum, Vlad forces hard sciences down Remus’ throat. It’s actually quite fascinating, even if Vlad is a total ass about it.

• Vlad himself is going through all the books about magic like there’s no tomorrow. This is a man, who’s developing obsessions ridiculously easy

• Lupin himself, being a so called assistant of Vlad Masters, is forced to grow up a spine, simply to deal with all the bullshit Vlad comes up with.

• Having a morality compass hanging around is actually helpful when it comes to hanging onto his humanity when it comes to Vlad

• The ghosts, especially Skulker, develop a liking to Lupin, especially his werewolf form; he’s fun to chase around, he chase them back. Even on wolfsbane potion, for the first time in his life, Lupin has no fear that he would hurt someone - the ghosts are already dead after all

• Vlad really likes werewolves, squibs and all the others minorities in the magical world. This is a totally new market and totally new workforce just sitting there.
With reluctant help of Lupin - and Lupin calling him out from time to time on being a nasty piece of work for using the misery of others for his personal gain - he starts spreading his business into magical world. Playing a role of a wizard, naturally. An old wand and some ghost powers look just like magic after all…

• Ten years pass and there’s that fateful reunion of Vlads class. Only this time he doesn’t try to murder Jack, because his mobile source of morals put his foot down about it. Also Lupin calls Vlad on his bullshit when it comes to Fentons quite a lot

• Of course Danny Fenton being Danny Fenton snoops around and stumbles upon the super secured basement area… That in this universe serves more as a safe ground for the werewolf to chase ghosts around than a lab of a mad scientist

• Vlad manages to stop him before he wandered in to join the fight, because who knows what will happen to a half-ghost bitten by a werewolf. Oh and also he realizes that the annoying ghost hunting his ghosts was Danny.

• Lupin is the only one not very happy about the revelations of the night. He still doesn’t like being outed as a werewolf, especially to random people, even if it became much less of an issue to him over the years

• Because of all this, there’s no ridiculous feud going on, Vlad reluctantly is patching things up here and there

• But he’s still petty, so when McGonagall shows up trying to hire Lupin and spills the beans about Harry, Vlad is not letting it rest. At all. Every other sentence is about Remus being a hypocrite.

• Not only because Vlad wants him to suffer too, but because taking over the Magical Britain market looks like fun.

• Lupin is so kicked to Britain to scout things out… I mean, teach kids some magic. That too. He can take Skulker.

• The canon story obviously doesn’t go as it did in canon verse - here Lupin developed a rather strong backbone, he’s not desperate on money and since Sirius got out of Azkaban, Lupin is also out for blood
He even calls a truce with Snape, since they both want Black dead. So, no keeping the secret tunnels secret, a little quest for the Marauder’s Map because it is useful

• Peter Pettigrew being alive is discovered totally by an accident and the poor rat, chased not only by a group of pissed off wizards but also ghosts. So many ghosts. It turns out that the Room of Requirement can work as a ghost portal.

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Lemon Meringue Lies
Being a server at a high-end restaurant is working out well for Steve. All he has to do now is convince Bucky he's good enough to work as chef in the same restaurant. Steve's determined to prove to his best friend that all Bucky's talent and passion for food is worth something. He's going to make it happen, even if he has to omit a few solid truths to get it done. Meanwhile, Bucky has his own issues to deal with. Namely: trying his damndest to dig them out of poverty, make sure Steve's health is on the up and up, and not acknowledging his very longstanding desire for his best friend that is slowly eating him up inside. A story about food, compassion and stubborn idiots in love.

I’d like to recommend the story Lemon Meringue Lies. I came across this one recently and was pleasantly blown away by the intricately realistic details that the author has woven into Bucky and Steve’s relationship. Bucky in particular is a study in self-worth. It’s got a lot of interesting talk not only about how they are friends and how they get together and how they deal with feelings, but also, it has a lot of detail about life working in a fancy restaurant. It’s actually quite fascinating and sweet. There are a lot of other Avengers and particularly, a great example of Maria Hill, who is amazing in this. More Maria stories need to exist. - Beth


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