this looked better in my head idk but we'll go with it

natasha-baggins  asked:

Could you do “Are you wearing my shirt?” with Eggsy please?

Yes, definitely! If it isn’t clear by now, I think Eggsy is great. I have to say though, my first thought when I saw this is probably not what you intended (I lowkey thought of Eggsy just straight up wearing a blouse and I had to leave my computer for a second. I have no idea what is wrong with my brain.) Anyways.

Laundry Day (Eggsy Unwin x Reader)

Summary: Unfortunately, you’re one of many that dislikes laundry. You have a habit of leaving it till the last minute. Thus, you run out of shirts to wear and borrow one of Eggsy’s, since you both share Harry’s house it was far more convenient than just doing your laundry. You didn’t think it would be a very big deal.

Word Count: 1072

Warnings: From now on, just expect swearing in Eggsy imagines. Okay? He says the f word in basically every sentence throughout both movies.

Prompts: #42, in the ask. Taken from my prompt list here (Make some more requests everyone! I have the writing bug this weekend)


Your morning started the same way it always does: ignoring your alarm for five minutes, finally sitting up, groggily stumbling around your room, and eventually finding your way to the closet. However, as you slammed open the two doors, you were met with a significant lack of clean clothes. You thought back to where all of your clean clothes could have been. Surely you had done laundry last wee-

“Shit,” you said, realizing that you had not, in fact, done laundry last week.

You groaned and turned on your heel, heading down the hall toward Eggsy’s room. Once there, you opened the door to find that he wasn’t in his room at the moment. Perfect.

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literally no one asked but here are some headcanons for Patrick sneaking into your room at night:

-he shows up unannounced all the time and theres really nothing you can do about it

-there will be periods of time when he doesnt show up at all, and you know thats when hes probably out terrorizing some poor kids with his friends

-the first time he literally thought he could just walk up to your door past midnight on a school night and convince your parents to let him in

-when that obviously failed he resorted to climbing up to your window

-his body is so lanky tho so its hard for him to fit through your window without making a ruckus 

-he’s fallen through your window and hit the carpet of your room a handful of times

-when this happens he gets really angry “that window is so fUCKING stupid i swear to GOD”

-the next time you set out a chair in front of your window to make it easier for him

-he doesnt like this

-”what the fuck is this shit, Y/N? what, you think i need a step stool?? its not my fault your window is fucked up. i can get in just fine without your help, girlie”

-the window becomes too much of a bother after a while so he looks for other ways into the house

-one night before climbing up he takes a walk around your house 

-he tries every door and window with no luck

-he seriously considers just jamming the locks on the front door, but he knows that’ll only give him a short window of time before your parents have it fixed

-this is when he thinks to look under the welcome mat for a key

-bingo

-now he just waits for your parents to go to bed before letting himself in

-once you’re together he likes how nervous you get about your parents waking up

-so he talks kinda loud and ignores you when you shush him

-”you know its rude to shush people, Y/N. do i need to teach you how to be a good girl?”

-the rush of getting caught only excites him more (and you too, but you’d never admit it)

-sometimes after being out with the rest of the gang, he’s really riled up

-this is when his visits get a little rough :) but you like it when he gets rowdy

-aka him panting hard as he tells you to start undressing, hurried sloppy kisses, lots of biting, trouble unbuckling his belt, mumbled curses etc

-sometimes he bypasses the whole stripping thing altogether and instead just pulls out his switchblade and cuts up your pajamas instead

-”jesus patrick! that was my last pair of good pajama pants!”

-”shhh babe I promise i’ll get you some new ones if you’re good, but right now i really need you on the bed”

-when he’s done with you he’ll just fall asleep with you tight in his grip

-you better hope you dont have to get up in the middle of the night, because once he’s asleep theres no getting out of the web that is his limbs

-he usually wakes up in time to sneak out before your parents wake up

-he doesnt wake you up to say goodbye, but he does like to smell your hair and press his lips against your head one last time before he goes

-he thinks you’re asleep when he does this, but the action always wakes you up and you silently say your goodbyes in your head, trying not to smile

-when he goes, he always leaves something askew to mess with your parents 

-sometimes he rearranges small things in the fridge, or leaves a glass in the sink

-your parents have no clue why these things keep happening, but they have a strong suspicion that you must sleep walk

‘Best Friends, Apparently’ Part One: Outside Drinks (Michael M. x Reader)

Here’s the first part of that Long Michael Thing i kept talking about,,,,I’m legit a bit nervous about posting this because,,,,well idk you’ll see i guess (feedback rlly appreciated) 

Word Count: 1406

Warnings: just the swearing

part two      part three     part four       part five      part six       part seven    part eight


You walked out from the kitchen, tying your apron over your uniform as you surveyed the counter. Your shift had just started, and as usual you were assigned to anyone who sat at the counter instead of at a table. This usually meant you’d deal with truckers, the occasional nervous pair on a first date, and your friends, because they’d never pass up an opportunity to put your waitressing to the test.

Your area was empty for now, so you alternated between doodling on your order pad and watching Christine wait on the family of five in the corner booth.

“I wish my section was as empty as yours,” Christine quietly said as she handed an order to the cook.

“I mean, if it’s any consolation those middle school boys haven’t come in yet, so you might not have to deal with their terrible attempts at flirting today,” You said, a small chuckle coming from your friend.

“Yeah, but they always leave the best tip, it almost makes it worth it,” She responded, and you smiled, about to respond when the bell above the door chimed, signalling a new customer entering.

You turned your head, your best customer service smile pasted on before dropping to a genuine smile when you saw who it was-Michael Mell. 

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Be More Michael!

a/n: At first, I can’t see any situation where Michael takes a squip. But seeing how I put an (with a name and everything) au out there I have it a shot by shimmying around some very circumstantial stuff. 
summary: Michael just wanted a tictac
w/c:1823
warning:
VERY QUESTIONABLE PLOT?? drug mentioned (mainly pot and squip)


“Wait so it’s like drugs?” Michael muttered as they walked side by side down to the Payless. He rummaged through his hoodie’s pockets and began picking at the lint he found in every crevice. “Are you sure you wanna take drugs? You know JUST stopped gagging when you take a drag of the blunt” Michael winked at him, sticking out his tongue adding a bit more insult to his tease.

Jeremy turned up his nose and stiffened his spine trying to make himself look taller. “It’s not drugs…it’s a computer…or whatever, I don’t know how to explain it. Rich had this cool song…” He waved his hands in front of him. “It’s from Japan.” His voice went up a few octaves before cracking, trying to recreate the feel.

Michael nodded a bit, “sounds legit.” The closer they got the more Jeremy began to perspire beside him. “Dude stop walking like someone who’s about to make a drug deal.”

“W-What” Jeremy flinched then looked around nervously. “I-I look like someone who’s going to make a deal!”

“That or you look like someone who’s about to take a major dump in his pants.” Michael clapped his hands on Jeremy’s shoulders and gave him a small squeeze. “Just be chill.”

“That’s MY problem, I don’t know how to be CHILL, Michael.” He hung his head a bit and sighed. “…I wish I can be more like you.” He chuckled a bit. “You’re always pretty chill.”

“Be more like me then, walk in there and trade in hundreds of dollars for a possibility of awesomeness…or a complete and utter waste of time.”

“I don’t think anyone could be more Michael, Michael” Jeremy’s blue eyes disarmed Michael’s heart and he felt all his taunts and best friend banter go out the window and into speeding traffic. “Say…uh…you usually buy your weed…mind…ya know…” He swayed a bit, pulling a very sweet Heere smile.

How could Michael say no? With a few groans and eye rolls, Jeremy slapped the bills into Michael’s hand went to wait for him inside of Spencer’s. Michael walked in with a little more sauve than Jeremy but he couldn’t shake the small voice that reminded him he was packing 600$ of money that didn’t belong to him. The drug deal was suddenly weighing on him a bit harder than his usually dime-bag deal. Still, Jeremy was counting on him and he pushed through the Payless and walked over to an exceptionally greasy looking stock boy behind the counter. “I’m here for the…stuff.” Michael leaned up against the desk, keeping his face turned away from the employee.

“The stuff?” He repeated in a monotone voice.

“Yea-yea man you know the stuff, that stuff, that special stuff.” Michael waved his hand coolly, he even popped the hood of his hoodie up adding to the effect. He was so suave, Jeremy would cream himself if he saw him. Wait—why did that come to mind. Suddenly Michael felt himself flush and a hand come to his mouth. Suddenly he felt the box nudge his arm and he looked down. So there it was…600 dollars worth of drugs. He opened it up to check and his face fell… “My…dude…” he muttered opening the box fully “what the hell is this?”

“Size eight-n-a half red pumps from the back room.” He shrugged, “We ran out a week ago, I’ve been holding onto it for the right price.”

“Do I look like I’m here for a size eight heel?” He pulled up the shoe by the heel and began to wave it around.

The stockman shrugged then waved his hand over his face, “probably and maybe a tictac.”

Michael groaned and leaned in a bit to the counter against the stockboy’s wishes. “I’m here for…the squip?” He whispered watching the man’s eyes go from dull to very steely and cold. He gave Michael a nod and went to the backroom. After two long minutes of waiting he returned with a regular looking shoe box. Michael opened it up a second time half expecting another pair of shoes when he noticed a baggie with a long, off gray pill inside. “So…this is it?” This tiny thing was worth 600$?

“400.” The guy grunted, Michael blinked.

“Wait w-”
“You heard me, four. Hundred.”

There was no arguing with that, Michael handed over the money saving Jeremy two hundred dollars and getting the drugs for him. He was going to be his hero. “Alright, oh can I have a tictac too?” He breathed into his closed hand and wondered if he had severe sushi breath.

“Here take it with Red Dew, and also, before you go I gotta tell you that–” He handed over the mint then realized Jenna was strolling over. “We’re all out!”

“Of…shoes?” She shook her head a bit then looked at Michael.

“Right.” The stock boy turned his attention to Jenna and left Michael to his devices. Michael didn’t seem to think there was anything else he needed to know. A drug was a drug and from what he knew pills got ingested. A part of him did worry though…his brother and his father were big on the war against drugs. His brother more so he was turning into Michael’s police man when it came to his future. He made his way towards the Spencer’s, thumbing the tictac in his hand while he examined the pill some more.

“Well lil buddy, you’re gonna make my buddy super cool…” He chuckled talking to the small pill. “Which shouldn’t be too hard, Jeremy is already the coolest, but I guess sharing that kind of cool-a-tude with the rest of the world won’t be bad. After all” Michael felt his smile soften a bit. “After, all Christine won’t be able to resist him once she gets to know him.”

For a second Michael thought about…well what if he didn’t give this to Jeremy. Nothing would change, he wouldn’t have to share Jeremy with anyone. No one would have to know how Jeremy was awesome at Mario Kart, or the fact he held the n64 controller WRONG by using that weird middle handle. Or the way he wrinkled his nose right before he laughed like he was trying to fight it back. No one had to know that Jeremy could name the best 80s B-rate horror films in order of blood content. No one had to know that Jeremy had a small mole on his hip that as a kid his father would say was his tickle button. No one had to know the Jeremy Michael knew…He held the pill in his hand feeling like he could crush it in his palm…then sighed, stuffing it in his pocket.

It would crush Jeremy. It would suck if Jeremy was unhappy. He bit his bottom lip and smiled, feeling his muscles relax with defeat. If this made Jeremy happy… well then Michael didn’t need any more reason than that. After all what were bros for? He smirked as he watched Jeremy narrowly avoid half of the anime merch, even with his back to it, Michael knew he was probably eyeing some shirt or poster. “Jeeeer” Michael sang as he walked through the store. “I got your drugs.”

“MICHAEL” Jeremy shrieked cupping both hands at his mouth. “Don’t! SAY!THAT!” He hissed, turning red from the tips of his ears down to his neck.

“Tehe.” Michae chuckled beneath his hands. “Alright, alright, oh and I saved you 200$.”

“Wow, and here was worried I blew ALL of my money.” Jeremy opened the box and blinked. There was no pill, his face went pale for a second when Michael pulled his hand from his pocket and presented him with the small white pill. “Jesus, Michael you scared me!”

“Is it ok for a Jewish kid to swear to Jesus?” Jeremy shrugged a bit and it forced a small laugh out of Michael as his friend looked at the pill. “Well…there it is, cool in a capsule. You ready?”

“You wanna split it?” Jeremy asked his eyes on it, this was going to change his life. He could feel it.

“I don’t think it works like that…plus I like knowing when you’re cool, you’re gonna owe me.” He winked. “You gotta drink that with Mountain Dew, by the way.”

“Why?” Jeremy didn’t mind but it felt like a strange combination.

“No clue, just do it.” Michael was ready to watch Jeremy take his first steps into drug induced popularity when his phone buzzed. He snatched it out of his hoodie pocket and pouted. “I gotta run, brother is coming home tomorrow and I have to help mom clean out his room.”

“I didn’t think Ryan would be back so soon, isn’t he like…in college?”

“Yea he’s only coming for a short while before finals hit him. Then we won’t hear from him for another few weeks.” Michael shrugged, “sooo that means tomorrow night, we’re hanging at your place!”

With a ruffle of Jeremy’s short, tuffed brown hair Michael was off. He didn’t hear much from Jeremy after that, Michael felt like asking how it went and whether he was alright. However he was probably enjoying his new popularity, more importantly his mom had him carry down boxes of junk that had been storing in Ryan’s room to the basement, Aka Michael’s man cave. “Are we done yet, MA?” He called from down stairs feeling grungier than usual.

“Si~” She sang from the kitchen.

Michael slumped into his beanbag and stared at the second one beside him. He wondered if Jeremy would be too cool for video games? No, that was unlikely. Jeremy would be himself, just…maybe less sweaty and better breath. “Ah… right.” He dug his hands into his pocket and found his tictac. He popped it into his mouth and rolled it around in his tongue. It wasn’t right, no mint flavor and it was surprisingly sleeker than he thought.

“Michael, tienes hambre? (Michae are you hungry?)” his mother called from upstairs.

“Nah Ma I’m fine-aH” He spoke while his tongue was still testing the strange pill in his mouth. He felt the tictac roll down his throat and in a moment of pure shock he reached for his soda and chugged it down dislodging the small object from his throat canal.  “Fuck…” He hissed, gulping making sure he was not going to choke on a tictac. What a lame death that would be.

Michael took off his glasses and rubbed his watery eyes. The moment past and he reached for his phone realizing he had a missed call from Jeremy. Probably called while he was helping his mother. His hand paused when he heard, so clearly a voice say.

Calibrating Cerebral functions

“Huh…” Michael looked around and stared at his TV which was very clearly off.

Identifying …Michael Mell…Self confident, glorified…loser.

“Wait woah who said that, I am not a glorified loser! … I’m a regular loser with great qualities.” He spoke back to the disembodied voice.

Well, then regular loser Michael. This…is going to hurt.

And it did.

Part 1/?

In which Mark suddenly finds himself in possession of some new roommates, including a monochrome douchebag, a hyperactive almost-murderer, an omniscient blind guy, an android (or four?), and a doctor with a penchant for giving bad news, all of whom have tentative footholds in reality and way too much interest in that thing Mark calls a YouTube career.


Mark jolts awake in the dead of night. He lays there for a while, holding his breath, straining to listen for any faint sound that could have woken him. For a brief moment, the only sound is the silence ringing in his ears, but then he hears it again. 

There. The gentle squeak of a floorboard. The sound of someone moving in Mark’s kitchen. An intruder.

Slowly, painstakingly, Mark sits up. His phone is charging in the living room, so calling 911 is out. He can’t very well just sit back and let himself get burglarized, either. Mark’s sleep-drugged mind presents him with only one option: take care of things himself.

The only heavy thing nearby is a desk lamp, but something is better than nothing, so he grabs it and holds it slightly raised, ready to swing. He carefully pads toward his bedroom door, as slowly and quietly as possible. His breath is shallow and adrenaline hums in his veins. He is simultaneously terrified and ready to attack. 

After what feels like an eternity, he’s finally able to peer around the door frame and into the kitchen. There’s definitely someone there. A man, by the looks of it, slightly shorter than average and muscular. Mark takes a deep breath and tightens his grip on the desk lamp.

“Hey!” he shouts, stepping into view. The man doesn’t react, so Mark takes another step. “Hey, asshole! This is my apartment!”

“I know,” the man says, slowly, and his voice is strangely familiar. It’s formal and deep and something about it hurts Mark’s ears. 

The intruder turns around, and Mark drops the lamp.

It’s like staring directly into a mirror, but in monochrome black and white. The man has Mark’s hair and Mark’s eyes and Mark’s nose, but the color is gone, leaving him in tones of gray and black. The mouth is wrong, too. There are no laugh lines there.

The man blinks once and says, “You’re out of milk.”

Mark blinks right back and says, “This is a weird dream.” 

He goes back to bed, leaving the desk lamp abandoned on the kitchen linoleum.


When Mark wakes up, it’s to sunlight streaming through his bedroom window. He sits up and stretches. He has some recollection of a really strange dream last night. Something about a black-and-white version of himself breaking in? Weird.

When Mark finally wanders into the kitchen, he almost trips on the desk lamp. He stares down at it and decides that he really needs to start sleeping more and looking at computer screens less. If he’s already sleepwalking, things can only get worse. 

Mark reaches into the fridge, but he’s out of milk.

“I told you last night,” says a voice from behind him. “You’re out of milk.”

Mark startles and bangs his head on the fridge. He whirls around, heart beating wildly, and finds himself staring at the man from the night before.

Now that he’s fully awake, Mark can actually get a good look at the guy. He’s wearing a suit and tie, impeccable and unwrinkled. His hair is perfectly styled in the way Mark’s own hair never seems to want to cooperate with. He’s got Mark’s face and body, with a flat expression and stiff posture. The only color he possesses is the red of his eyes.

“What the fuck,” Mark says, and then once more with feeling, “What the fuck.”

The man fixes Mark with a look of disapproval, and how weird is it to be on the receiving end of his own disapproving look? 

“I’m going crazy,” Mark says. “I’m literally, actually hallucinating.”

“Possibly,” says Not-Mark. 

“I’m working too hard with YouTube, and I’ve finally snapped,” Mark mutters.

“You’re talking to yourself,” Not-Mark informs him, and a hysterical laugh bubbles in Mark’s chest.

“Cool, okay, alright. I can live with this. I’m ignoring you. I’m going to relax, and do some research, and maybe see a shrink, but for now, I have work to do,” he tells the monochrome version of himself, and heads off to do some recording.

One More Time

Training session between Nesta & Cassian where things get a bit.. out of hand. ‘Cassian the trainer’ has always been one of my favorite tropes so I thought I’d write something that involved our sexy bat being in charge of dear old Nesta’s pent up anger. Enjoy! Xx (p.s. This takes place after Cas’s wings are all healed up & everything is fine & dandy!) (BTW this is my first big fic so yikes)
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“Come on sweetheart, is that all you got?” Cassian’s signature smirk found its way onto his face. A smirk, he knew, that made Nesta absolutely furious.

Rhys, being the absolutely brilliant High Lord he is, was the one to suggest that Cassian would be the perfect person to help Nesta release some of her pent up anger.

He recalled Rhys’s sly suggestion, “You could try taking her to a training area; show her some moves.”

Not necessarily full blown training, but just enough to help her with self defense and controlling herself. This, Cass thought, should be an interesting experience.

So here they were, face to face in one of the private training rooms, trying not to tear each other’s throats out for the past half an hour. He had already shown her some basic maneuvers and techniques, but getting her to reciprocate them was the difficult part.

“Well if you would get your head out of your ass, then maybe we would actually get somewhere, Cassian.” His name left her mouth in a hiss and he would be lying if he said that hearing Nesta say his name was, on his part, a moralistically questioning turn on.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t such a complainer and followed instructions, this would go by a lot faster, Nesta.”

Her fist swung out and he barely avoided getting hit as he dodged to the left.

“Ah, there we go. Try hitting me one more time, just keep your shoulders more square and keep your chin down.” He accentuated his orders by pressing his palms against her shoulders, pushing down until he knew she was firmly grounded. He pulled back, but not before he gently gripped her chin and tugged it a little lower.

A low growl came out of Nesta; a reaction to being told what to do. “How about I hit you where it counts?” Her eyes dropped and he followed her gaze to his manly parts. His nostrils flared as he recalled a not too distant memory, of him getting distracted and her planting her knee in the exact spot he was looking at.

Cassian should have known better in future reference, but Nesta just so happened to use his current distractedness as a one way ticket to decking him in the stomach.

He doubled over, clutching his abdomen for a few seconds. Damn, she knocked the breath out of me. (Both physically and romantically *wink wink).

Cassian started to chuckle. Glancing up to see Nesta in fighting leathers and her fists at the ready; her hair tied back in a bun, he realized how adorable she looked. Deadly, but adorable.

Her eyebrows were furrowed and her mouth was a hard line. “Come on sweetheart, is that all you got?” The question was a mockery of his previous one. Now that Nesta has actually done something with her skills, his only response was a wolfish grin.

“Oh no, there’s a lot more where that came from.”

Without giving her a second to process this, he swung out his right leg, sweeping it under her feet and making her topple to the ground. He made sure to grab a hold of both of her arms so she wouldn’t be able to use those pretty little hands to cause trouble. (He mostly just didn’t want to get punched in the face if he was being honest.)

With both knees on either side of her waist and her hands above her head, Cassian had Nesta in the perfect defenseless position. Although he could feel her straining against his hold, Cass didn’t budge. He flared out his wings in a sign of dominance, showing her who was in control.

Leaning down, he whispered in Nesta’s ear, “Now, maybe if you would actually listen to me, you would have figured out how to avoid that attack. If I was an enemy, and wanted to get in your pants, this would most likely be how they would go about trapping you so you wouldn’t be able to resist them.”

He sat up a bit, meeting Nesta’s raging eyes.

“If you were a real enemy,” she breathed, “I would never have allowed you to make it this far.”

A low chuckle made his chest rumble. “Is that so, sweetheart? Do you let everyone else besides your enemies get this close to you, then?” His gaze dipped down to her lips and he had to swallow the desire to brush his own against hers.
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Nesta cocked an eyebrow, seemingly determined not to lose this ongoing battle of wits between them. A battle that she couldn’t help but enjoy.

It gave her mind something to focus on, rather than letting it wander off to think about all the horrendous and repulsive things that have happened in her life in such a short amount of time.

But watching Cassian’s reactions to everything she did was quite entertaining to her.

So she stopped resisting; let her body go pliant and soft under him.

“Now, now, Cassian, do you really think it’s any of your business as to who I let get in my pants?”

She saw his jaw clench; his eyes were dilated as they continuously glanced between her own eyes and her mouth.

Nesta laughed inwardly; she knew she had him wrapped around her finger.

Cassian’s voice was a soft purr, so at odds with his tough warrior looks, as he said, “If I knew any better, I would say that you haven’t let anyone in your pants, Nesta. You’re still a little… uptight.”

Her nostrils flared, riled by the challenge in his words. Fine, she thought, if he wants to play dirty, let’s play dirty.

So with a flutter of her eyelashes, and a tilt of her head, she made Cassian so unfocused that his grip on her hands loosened. Using this advantage, she pulled her hands free and slid them up his arms, stopping to rest on his shoulders. Their faces were still about a foot away, and yet he still hadn’t moved. He was waiting for her to make the moves; he barely seemed to be breathing.

A slow smile spread across her face, “And why does my ‘being uptight’ concern you, Cass?” She lifted one of her legs and brought it up to drape over his calf before continuing, “Do you spend your days thinking about me and my tense body?”

His eyes were wide and filled with lust. He let out a whoosh of breath he seemed to have been holding and the air that came out warmed her face. Actually, his whole body warmed her. He seemed to radiate heat, like he was his own personal furnace. How convenient.

“As a matter of fact,” he said after clearing his throat and plastering that stupid smirk on his face, “I do. Rhys told me that I should try helping you release some of your pent up anger. That’s what I was trying to do with this whole training session. But I can think of plenty of other ways I can help you release your bottled up emotions.”

Her grip tightened slightly on his shoulders as she licked her lips once. He was so confident in himself. Like he knew he was going to get what he wanted, no questions asked. Smug satisfaction just oozed off of him, and she had to refrain herself from biting his head off.

Instead, she reminded herself of her plan and relaxed again. Meeting his hazel eyes, she tugged lightly on his arms to bring him closer as she lifted her head up ever so slightly. Their faces now only about six inches apart. She could feel his breath stirring the loose strands of hair framing her face. Come on Cassian, she urged him mentally, take the bait.
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Shit.

Cassian knew, gods damned him, he knew not to lower his defenses when he was this close to Nesta. She could wreck him a couple of words, let alone movements. But the moment she leaned forward and her scent weaved itself around him, he knew he was no longer the predator in their current situation, but the prey.

Her chest rose up until it was flush with his own and all thoughts flew out of his damn head. Everything about this woman was both hard yet soft, delicate yet bold, wild yet calm. She was a storm that called to Cass; it beckoned him into its grasp. A storm that he didn’t want to avoid anymore. He wanted to give into the urges that pulled him to Nesta and he wanted her to do the same. So he let go of all pretense, closed his eyes, and leaned in to finally, finally, kiss the catastrophically beautiful woman below him.

Then, all of the sudden, Cassian found himself lying on his back; wings pinned down. Flinging his eyes open, he found Nesta on top of him, laughing as she held his arms above his head in the same exact position he had held her in mere minutes ago. What the hell? She had outsmarted him by appealing to his raging hormones and then used it as a diversion to gain control of their current positions. She had used the leg she had placed over his to give her leverage in order to flip him to the ground as she pushed back on his shoulders. It was a smart tactic, but it left him gaping at her.

Twice. She had outwitted him twice now. All because he couldn’t stop thinking about her body against his and what she would feel like wrapped around him without any clothes on. In other words, he was being completely idiotic and he needed to calm his tits.

But then, he fully registered what was currently happening and realized that he could easily break her grip off his arms and push her off of him, but she was laughing and that stopped him in his tracks. Nesta Archeron, was actually laughing. The sound was something he wanted to bottle up and keep as a reminder at what she could be like. Not Nesta: all ice, stone, and walls. But Nesta: warm, happy, and free. He could do nothing but stare as her laughs subsided and a victorious smile remained.

“I beat you.”

That smile transformed her whole face. It made her look like a girl who hadn’t had the unfortunate luck of growing up without a mother, or a father for that matter. A girl who had had the opportunity to do whatever she wanted and not have to worry if she was going to survive the winter or not. A girl that had had the ability to choose who she wanted to be and not just molded into someone that society thought she ought to be. In that moment, she was just a girl, and he was just a boy. Everything seemed young and new. In that moment, anything seemed possible.

Her smile faded as she noticed his stillness. “Why are you staring at me like that, Cassian?”

“Because you’re breathtaking, sweetheart.”

A faint blush colored her cheeks as she replied with, “I know.”

“I’m glad.”

Seeming to notice that she was still leaning over him to be able to hold him down, she cleared her throat and let go to clumsily stand up, much to his disappointment. Apparently she hadn’t fully adjusted to the fae strength and agility yet. She held out her hand though, a gesture to help him stand up too.

Clasping his hand to hers, he rose in a fluid motion. Her hand was so small compared to his, yet he could feel the unrelenting strength behind her grip. She tried to pull her hand away but his hold remained firm.

“Can I show you something, Nesta?” He asked quietly, keeping his gaze on their joined hands.

He heard her huff of breath as she pointedly accused,“There’s no point in saying no. We both know you’d just show me anyways.”

That made him lift his gaze to hers. He wouldn’t do anything to her if she ever said no. Cassian knew better than to force someone into an unwanted, and unaccounted for situation. “Someone’s being preposterous. But alas,” he dramatically exclaimed, pulling the hand he was holding up to his chest and pressed it against his heart, “my poor heart can’t deny that what I’m about to show you is probably going to be one of the most important moments of your very, very long existence.”
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Nesta knew her face was scrunched up in scrutiny, but she at least had the sense to roll her eyes at his ridiculous behavior. She did know her heart was pounding in a dull roar though; Cassian’s touch always had the tendency to feel electric. Not the kind that shocked her to her core, but the kind that made her blood dance and somehow made her feel alive.

Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she again tried to pull her hand free to no avail. Exasperated, she finally conceded with a glare. “Alright, go ahead. Show me.”

The second she finished saying those words, Cassian’s lips were on hers. She froze. A flicker of fear passing through her before she realized that this was Cassian and he was kissing her. She relaxed then, closing her eyes and letting herself go soft and pliant again, but for a totally different reason than before. His lips were gentle, a light weight pressing down on her own but she instantly wanted more. Standing up on her toes, she was able to lift herself high enough to be able to return his kiss but with more force. From then on, it was a combination of teeth and tongue; of her hand tangling in his hair and his hand pulling her closer by her waist. All the while, their other hands remained pressed to his heart; their pulses matching in a thunderous beat that pulled them down down down in the currents until they were drowning in each other. Breathing in each other. Relying on each other for support.

Seconds and minutes merged until at last they pulled apart, gasping in air as Cassian pressed his forehead to hers.

“That’s what you wanted to show me?” Her voice came out breathier than she would have liked.

Cassian pulled back a bit to look in her eyes, a small smile playing across his face. “I was just trying to see how much practice you need. If this is a training session, we might as well work through the proper way to do all sorts of exercises. That includes kissing in my book.” He added a suggestive wink to the end of his statement, but his breaths seemed to be coming a little faster than usual too. Not that she paid attention to his breathing patterns or how his heart seemed to beat in time with hers. Definitely not.

“Well, in that case, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try it one more time, right?”

Cassian’s answering grin was more than enough confirmation to her question.

jimin; mine back then, yours until now

❝jimin had asked you to be his when he was ten. he repeats the same question when he’s twenty. 
*late christmas present for @nerdjimin ((love you boo, now suffer))
►+/- 4329 words // scenario, heir!jimin 
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Sunrise

Keyleth opens the shop on Sunday a little early, hoping to entice the people on their way to church with tulips and crocuses, new spring flowers. As she begins setting up the tables outside, she hears the shuffle of small feet, and glances through the open door to see Pike in an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of old sweatpants cupping two mugs. Her face still creased from sleep and her hair swept up into a probably slept in bun. Small hairs frame her smile as she hands Keyleth a mug covered in a floral design. She hops on to the half filled table and pats the spot next to her. She gladly sits on the worn wood and takes a sip of coffee, brewed perfectly, wondering how she deserves such a wonderful person.

“I hope I didn’t wake you”, she says, taking another sip, “I just thought today would be better with an earlier start, and I kinda forgot how loud these tables are after a winter of sitting in the back, and I maybe dropped a pot of tulips on the way out and-”

She’s cut off as Pike gently leans into her side and sighs. Worried Keyleth looks into her face, only to find a sleepy smile and pair of laughing eyes looking back.

“Oh, you definitely woke me. But here now, don’t pull that face, I’d much rather spend my morning watching the sun rise with you than sleep in till noon in a very comfortable bed”. She chuckles as Keyleth looks somewhat guilty for her actions, her face turning to concern for the woman leaning into her.

“Really, it’s okay, I have today off, and it’s better if I actually get up and do something.” She says, sitting up and stretching, only to lean back into Keyleth and return to watching the color rising in the distance.

Keyleth gives a half hearted “If you’re sure” and takes another sip of coffee. They sit in silence for a bit, as the first tendrils of sunlight grace the horizon, eventually leading to a brilliant orange and yellow. She muses on how the sun continues to exist day in and day out, it’s tireless illumination of those that surround it. How it literally and figuratively brightens her day when it sleepily climbs into the sky. How it gives and gives, and expects nothing in return. It’s warmth and it’s radiance and it’s beauty, especially in the wee hours of the morning, and suddenly she’s not quite sure if she’s still thinking of the sun when a slight snore interrupts her thoughts. The weight of Pike now fully on her shoulder, Keyleth smiles and takes in the slight droop of her mouth and coffee mug over half full slipping out of her grasp.

“Oh honey”, she murmurs, gently taking the cup from her hands and placing it next to her. She slides off the table careful to keep Pike upright and manages to lift the other woman into her arms. As she does so, Pike wraps herself around Keyleth, still sound asleep and sighs contentedly. Keyleth takes her back inside, taking the stairs slowly, as to not disturb her exhausted friend.

She makes it to Pike’s bed with only one small misstep, which she was sure was going to send both of them crashing to the ground. Keyleth lays her on the soft blue sheets, and tucks the other blankets around her, finishing her work with a gentle kiss to the forehead which elicits the faintest of smiles from the sleeping woman’s mouth. She gently closes the door and heads downstairs to finish preparing the bouquets to be picked up today.

As the sun finally emerges from the distant mountains, it’s rays manage to find the two forgotten mugs sitting on the table half filled with flowers. The empty one matches the reds and pinks that reside behind them, while the almost full one mirrors the warming rays of the sun that shines on them. A cutesy design of a still rising sun, with the very fine lines of four words arching over it’s rays.

You are my sunshine

I’ve been sick for three weeks and the cold still doesn’t let me go; coughing up a lung yet every time I come up empty, not even the air - the air is gone, mostly; there’s this Lorde song stuck in my head and not much apart from that. all things I’ve been yearning for now diluted, muted as if I was looking at them from a long time ago, a childhood I (mostly) forgot, maybe, or a dream in a dream in a dream in a dream

grasping onto myself now is like trying to hear things through the dial tone: was that a muffled scream or just the wires, humming in an empty field, carrying words I didn’t say from pole to pole to pole to pole until there’s no poles left and yet another tiny part of me sinks, slowly, into the ocean

the number you have dialed is not available please try again later

Home - Part 2 of ???

[Okay. I know you what you’re thinking.”Wow, that was fast. But you said you would be slow???” Yeah, I will be. After this part. Cause I have to think about where to go next. Anyway, enjoy!]

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“Rythian!”

Zoey chirped gleefully, her jet boots adding an extra bounce to her step. She had twirled to face him but continued walking with her back to the landscape. Tee trotted along behind them, his new crossbow aimed and at the ready to snipe approaching enemies. It was first thing in the morning, too bright for them to face much opposition, so Rythian felt comfortable leaving his sword sheathed at his side knowing the sharp shooter dinosaur had their backs.

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Wrote some Blackmadhi (/beginnings of, anyway) because I’ve fallen into this ship more than I thought I would and I cannot get up.  Has some implied past Blackbright/Phantomquill.  Deals with some PTSD nightmares on Simon’s part.  Slight spoilers for AA6.  Approx. 2350 words. 

Simon couldn’t help but wonder how exactly he got in this position.

How he was in a hotel room with one Prosecutor Nahyuta Sahdmadhi, who had fallen asleep in the bed next to his own at least two hours ago with absolutely no issues.  The monk’s long hair was splayed across his pillows as gracefully as the man himself slept. It was kind of irritating, Simon couldn’t help but think.  It would have been somewhat nice to see Nahyuta’s sleeping state to be the exact opposite of his conscious persona: perhaps some drooling, hair in knots and tangled everywhere…it would have been excellent material for Simon’s phone. But no, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi was as…ethereal in his sleep as he was at any other time.

And perhaps, most frustrating, was the fact that Nahyuta fell asleep with no problems whatsoever.

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Compromised - Ch 1

An Ending

Summary: The 6 years after Zurich, told from Jack’s perspective. AKA somebody wanted him and Gabe dead, and as far as he knows, they half succeeded. Now Jack won’t stop until he gets to the bottom of it.

Rating: M, blood, gore, psychological trauma, broken bones, head injuries, blind: 76 stuff as well  because it’s my favorite headcanon.

Notes: I posted this a while (a WHILE a while) ago on AO3 and… I was really nervous posting here because it was my first fic for reaper76 and it’s not even heavily such! So now I’m posting it, and I’ll post the later chapters in the following week. This piece is meant to be a companion to Decayed; both can be read separately but are more fulfilling together.

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The hardest part was coming to.

He took a gasp of life-giving breath and immediately regretted such a survivalist decision. Pain lanced through him like lightning, everything seizing. His body panicked, shaking with unrelenting convulsions. His ears ran, his face felt wet and hot, and his whole chest refused to cooperate with the frantic messages his brain was sending it. Panic rushed the adrenaline quickly through his veins, opening every nerve ending until finally, wretchedly, he coughed in the air his body was fighting so hard for.

It was released in an agony-filled scream, a tortured reminder to his ringing ears that his body still had the fight to stay alive.

He was dying. This had to be what dying felt like, sitting on the precipice but with no way of swinging all the way over. Or perhaps he had swung across, flinging himself into the fires of the hell that awaited him. With his grinding teeth and gnashing bones on top of the dark, sweltering, smoke filled air, he might as well already be there.

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Heathers the musical - Sentence Starters
  • I believe I'm a good person.
  • This ain't no high school, this is the thunderdome.
  • I know life can be beautiful.
  • Things will get better as soon as I get my letter from Harvard, Duke, or Brown.
  • You're on jiffy pop detail.
  • You're a high school has bin waiting to happen.
  • They are solid Teflon.
  • Grow up, bulimia is so '87.
  • I crave a boon.
  • Shut up Heather!
  • If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves.
  • You've come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick?
  • Honey whatcha waiting for?
  • Welcome to my candy store.
  • Maybe sesame street is on.
  • Why, when you see guys fight, does it look so horrible but feel so right?
  • Could you face the crowd,?
  • Could you be seen with me and still act proud?
  • I would fight for you, if you would fight for me.
  • You can set my broken bones and I know CPR.
  • Woah, you can punch real good.
  • You've lasted longer than I though you would.
  • If some night you're free, wanna fight for me?
  • My dad keeps to suitcases packed in the den.
  • It seems every time I'm about to despair, there's a 7/11 right there.
  • Freeze your brain.
  • Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?
  • I learned to cook pasta, learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent.
  • When the voice in your head says you're better off dead, don't open a vein, just freeze your brain.
  • It's time for big fun.
  • So it's salt, then lime, then shot.
  • You need a jello shot!
  • The demon queen of high school has decreed it.
  • Monday 8 am I will be deleted.
  • 30 hours to live, how shall I spend them?
  • I could change my name and ride up to Seattle.
  • I'm a dead girl walking.
  • See I've decided I must ride you til I break you.
  • You're my last meal on death row.
  • I'm hot and pissed and on the pill.
  • So the world's unfair, keep it locked out there.
  • No sleep tonight for you, better chug that Mountain Dew.
  • I learned to kiss boys with my tongue.
  • It weighed like a concrete prom queen crown.
  • No one sees the me inside of me.
  • Jesus, you're making me sound like Air Supply.
  • They couldn't see past my rock star mystique.
  • Maybe I can help the world by leaving.
  • She didn't mean to be a snatch.
  • I'm bigger than John Lennon.
  • She's the horse I never got for Christmas.
  • You've got a left hand, use it.
  • You make my balls so blue, they're hanging sadly.
  • They made you cry, but that will end tonight.
  • You're the only thing that's right about this broken world.
  • Our love is god.
  • Free pussy, and we don't even have to buy it a pizza.
  • We can start and finish wars.
  • We're what killed the dinosaurs.
  • They died because god said they must.
  • I worship you.
  • I'd trade my life for yours.
  • So lets go hunt some jocks.
  • What the fuck have you done?
  • I love my dead gay son.
  • We don't choose who lives or dies.
  • Lets me normal, see bad movies, sneak a beer, and watch tv.
  • Can't we be seventeen?
  • Don't stop looking in my eyes.
  • I wanna be with you tonight.
  • Yeah we're damaged, badly damaged but your love's too good to lose.
  • You're the one I choose.
  • Shine a light.
  • Let in sunlight and your pain will disappear.
  • In the sixties, love was free. That did not work out well for me.
  • Cold, clammy, and crowded. The people smell desperate.
  • Everyone's pushing, everyone's fighting.
  • If I say the wrong thing or wear the wrong outfit, they'll throw me over the sides.
  • Still, the weakest must go.
  • Stupid childproof caps!
  • You don't deserve to live.
  • You whine all night.
  • At naptime, once we shared a mat.
  • I watched him dream for nearly half an hour.
  • Then he woke up.
  • My kindergarten boyfriend and I...and a horse with wings.
  • Certain boys are just for kindergarten, certain girls are meant to be alone.
  • Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably.
  • Still, you've earned that red scrunchie.
  • I've experienced everything you're going through right now.
  • You don't know what my world looks like.
  • Sorry for coming in through the window, dreadful etiquette I know.
  • You chucked me out like I was trash, for that you should be dead.
  • One, two –– fuck it!
  • Please don't leave me alone.
  • You were all I could trust.
  • I wanted someone strong who could protect me.
  • I let his anger fester and infect me.
  • No one here deserves to die.
  • It's one more dance and then farewell.
  • This little thing? I'd hardly call it a bomb.
  • I wish your mom had been a little stronger.
  • I wish your dad were good.
  • I wish we'd met before they convinced you life was war.
  • I am damaged, far too damaged, but you're not beyond repair.
  • Please stand back now...little further.
  • Hope you miss me, wish you'd kissed me.
  • Say hi to God.
  • You look like hell.
  • War is over, brand new sheriff's come to town.
  • My date for the pep rally kind of blew...me off.
  • Are there any happy endings?
  • We can be seventeen.
  • If no one loves me now, someday someone will.
  • One day we'll change the world, but lets kick back tonight.
Hurts Lyrics Starters
  • "And I won't let you drown, when the water's pulling you in."
  • "The rain's going to follow you wherever you go."
  • "And it's never going to be alright."
  • "Don't let go."
  • "It's such a wonderful life."
  • "I never thought I could forget you."
  • "I never thought I'd be the [wo]man I am now."
  • "So you don't get to make me suffer."
  • "There's really nothing left to lose."
  • "I got no reason to forgive you."
  • "I wish I'd known that it would be this hard to be alone. "
  • "Please, come home!"
  • "We're both so young, I know you need me too."
  • "If you don't come back tomorrow, I'll go."
  • "Stay."
  • "Everything is alright since you came along."
  • "I came so close to giving it up."
  • "So change your mind."
  • "'Cause all my life I've felt this way, but I could never find the words to say."
  • "Just take my hand, I'll make it feel so much better tonight."
  • "I don't mind, if your hand's a little cold."
  • "Don't leave me with the medicine."
  • "I know you cry."
  • "I'm more afraid than I've ever been."
  • "And I don't mind the lullabies from the machines."
  • "But if you go I don't know what I'll do."
  • "Cause I've got no one but you."
  • "Here's hoping you'll help me to be brave."
  • "I saw the flames burn out in your eyes."
  • "Don't you ever understand that if it hurts I'll do whatever I can?"
  • "I wish that I was stronger."
  • "We're in exile."
  • "This is not the end."
  • "So just let the heads roll and we'll stand on this world alone."
  • "Look at all of the damage you have done in time."
  • "You can see what a savage I’ve become."
  • "If you offer salvation, I will run into your arms."
  • "So sing me to sleep tonight and don’t bring me back to life."
  • "With the weight of the world upon me I can’t hold my head up high."
  • "And in a sea of scars the first cut is the deepest."
  • "No matter where you are, I'll always think of you."
  • "Darling, what's your name and can you hear me?"
  • "And I don't need this life."
  • "I've got nothing left to live for."
  • "I just need somebody to die for."
  • "And I will let the devil know that I was brave enough to die."
  • "Take me somewhere I'll be safe."
  • "I'm sick and tired of being afraid."
  • "I can feel the darkness coming."
Morning Rush.

Suffering that common problem where I have too many word documents on my computer and no inspiration except to write brief excerpts/one shots of AUs which exist only to serve the purpose of featuring snarky banter between my OTP. This one is inspired by the opening scenes of “The Proposal” and this post, which received 60+ notes. I will work on my WIPs, I promise. Promise, promise, promise.

Molly decided that she hated power cuts. Power cuts were the reason her alarm had decided to reset itself to default setting; power cuts were the reason she had slept in 45 minutes over her usual wake up time. Power cuts were the reason she was now careening into the nearest Starbucks, her forehead slick with sweat.

Heat waves. That was another thing she hated. Heat waves and power cuts. Just when did London get so warm? Perhaps it had always been this warm; but it didn’t matter. She still managed to careen into Starbucks, panting heavily, only to be greeted by the genial smile of the barista, Tom, who had two coffee cups already in hand.

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