with looks like that his co stars are bound to fall for him

Imagine being teased constantly ‘cause you and Chris are the only couple on set.

You were just walking out of the Starbucks in your hotel lobby when you spotted your fellow co-stars; Chris, Anthony, and Sebastian tumbled out of the elevator, laughing amongst themselves. Your boyfriend was the first to spot you; his pretty blue eyes lit up and he flashed you his perfect, heart thumping smile. You smiled back and waved, catching Anthony and Sebastian’s attention as well. They smiled and waved, then nudged Chris playfully with smug smile on their faces. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but from the redness in Chris’ cheeks, you knew it was them teasing him about you again.

“You’ve got a better work ethic than me,” Chris wrapped you into a hug, the Burberry London cologne you bought for him filling your nostrils. “I woke up and you’d already left,” he said and pulled away. “Thank you for the note though, without it- I definitely feared that you had been kidnapped.” He teased and you giggled.

“We’re going to go grab a coffee,” Anthony told Chris. “You going to come get one too or are you just going to share with Y/N? You know, like the two of you share everything.” You and Chris rolled eyes simultaneously while suppressing the urge to laugh; you were guilty of it, there was no denying that.

“Couple goals,” Sebastian teased in a girly voice.

“Shut up,” you laughed and shoved Sebastian back, drawing laughter from him. “Chris is going to get his own coffee 'cause I’m going to need every drop of this after last night. Oh God,” you suffered immediate regret when you saw the smirk on Sebastian’s lips.

“Oooohhh,” Sebastian began and you pressed your lips together. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to work today?” You turned to Chris, who was trying his utmost best to hold back his laugh, and shook your head. “I think we’re going to have to tell Kevin to separate these bunnies. Ain’t that right, Chocolachino?”

“Oh, definitely,” Anthony agreed. “We can’t have their love life messing the movie up.”

“You guys are the fucking worst,” you bit but the smile on your face contradicted the insult; Chris wrapped an arm around you, kissing your hair. “Just go get your coffees,” you instructed then laughed when Anthony and Sebastian saluted you. “Everyone else is already on the bus, so hurry up!” You called and they waved without turning around. “You not going to get one?” You asked Chris, who had started steering you towards the exit with him.

“You’re all the pick me up I need,” he winked with a click of his tongue.

You sipped at your coffee as the two of you walked toward the bus. Chris pulled you closer to him as you shuddered from a sudden breeze that blew in your direction. You looked up at him and smiled, reminding yourself how lucky you were to have someone as wonderful as him in your life.

“Ladies first.” He took his arm off you and yanked the door open, he beckoned you inside and you chuckled softly. “What?” He chuckled, and as a response you looked down at your butt which looked fine in your yoga pants. “Oh,” he scoffed and laughed at the same time. “I can’t be a gentleman?”

“You can.” You smiled and climbed the first step, carefully to showcase your butt; he shook his head with a light chuckle yet his eyes were pretty much glued to your perky cheeks. “But you’re not.”

“Morning sunshine,” Scarlett was the first to greet you when you entered the bus; she was sat at her usual spot, somewhere in the middle on the left hand side. “Ready for another long bus ride?” She asked, holding up a coffee cup from Starbucks and a book.

“You know it.” You held up your own coffee cup from Starbucks and your iPhone which was jam packed with your favorite albums and podcasts. “I’m going to plug in and shut down,” you told her and she nodded in acknowledgement.

“You look like you could do with some extra hours of sleep.” RDJ commented and you nodded in agreement, yawning as you did. “And I see the reason why entering right now,” he continued in a more teasing tone when Chris appeared behind you.

“What’s that?” Chris asked innocently.

“Downey was just-” Chris H began to explain.

“Don’t start,” you pointed at him and he pressed his lips together.

“I bet the beds are wrecked,” RDJ teased and you sighed. “I didn’t start, I was finishing.” He defended himself. “Sorry kiddo, you know we can’t control ourselves around the two of you. As the only couple on set, you’re bound to be teased.”

“Don’t make me dump him.” You were joking but you said it in an overtly serious tone which sent Chris into a bit of a panic; he poked his head over your shoulder, his eyes wide as his blurted out in a frantic tone.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Nothing, baby.” You giggled and pecked his clean shaven cheek; he smiled and hugged you from behind you. “I was just ruffling their feathers so they’d stop bothering us,” you whispered in his ear.

“You two are adorable,” Cobie cooed.

“Thanks Cobie,” you smiled. “I think so too.”

“Oh, so she gets to comment without getting growled at?” Jeremy scoffed.

“That’s 'cause she’s a girl,” Sam chuckled. “And 'cause she doesn’t relentlessly torment them about their relationship. Ain’t that right, Y/N?” He asked and you nodded, smiling. “See, I can say they’re cute and she won’t growl at me. You two are cute together.”

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“That’s unfair,” Mark huffed.

“Boo hoo,” you bit then pouted mockingly.

“Alright alright,” Chris chuckled and pulled away from you. “How about we just relax, today’s only the third day of filming. We’re going to be seeing each other for the next six months, let’s ration out the teasing. Shall we?” He suggested and everyone chuckled, but calmed down.

“Ever the Captain.” You teased him and he shook his head, chuckling.

You sat down on your usual seat and Chris took his, right next to you. Both of you started to settle in, putting your bags under the seat in front of you. You pulled the cup holder down and slotted your coffee into the hole, then got comfortable; you took off your shoes and curled your legs into yourself. Chris pulled out the blanket he had stuffed under his seat and flicked it, covering the both of you. You slipped your hand into your jacket pocket and got out your iPhone and earpieces, plugging it in and putting your favorite playlist on shuffle. You put one side in and passed him the other, keeping your inside ear free so you two could talk without pulling it out.

You leaned on his shoulder and sighed contently, listening to the words of Ed Sheeran’s 'Kiss Me’; all the while, letting memories and moments with Chris play in your mind. Okay, dating a fellow co-star meant a little bit of teasing on set but you’d rather that than go six months without your beautiful, wonderful boyfriend. You couldn’t imagine how the others were dealing without their significant other and kids; basically all of them were married with children, except you and Chris; it might happen one day, for now- the two of you were contented with just each other.

“You going to sleep?” You heard Chris ask and you shook your head. “You should.” Under the blanket, he slid his hand into yours. “You had a pretty late night yesterday, you should probably rest up otherwise you might pass out doing a stunt or something.”

“I’m not that fragile,” you chuckled softly.

“Let’s not risk it,” he kissed your hair. “Sleep, okay?”

“Okay,” you mumbled and let your eyes fall close. “Mm…” You hummed, letting Ed Sheeran’s soothing voice and Chris’ soft humming put you to sleep. “I love you, Chris,” you heard yourself whisper.

“I love you too, Y/N,” was the last thing you heard before sleep overwhelmed your senses.

The Arrangement: Chapter Two

Author’s Note: The wedding bells are ringing! This chapter introduces some of the tension between the reader and Kylo, and training will start next chapter! I’m trying to keep Kylo’s character as canon as possible which hard because I love writing Kylo fluff! Just remember, we need some angst in this fic before we get to the fluff ;)

Thank you so much for the support so far! I hope you enjoy, and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

Masterlist/ Chapter One

Originally posted by pixelrey

Grey. Black. The rare stripe of red. This was the bleak colour scheme you were greeted with when you arrived on Starkiller Base.

It was far from the ornate and intricately designed walls of the Palace. There were no paintings, no lavish furnishings. You were to call this place home and yet it felt nothing like it. Give it a chance, Y/N. You commanded yourself.

“The Supreme Leader intends for your training to commence as soon as possible. Your family is being escorted to the Base as we speak, and the wedding ceremony shall take place later this evening,” General Hux informed you.

You nodded in response, keeping your eyes fixed ahead of you. Beside you, Kylo walked at a slightly slower pace, giving him time to study your expression. In the short while he had been acquainted with you, he had learned that your mind was far more susceptible when you were particularly emotional. Your outbursts in the throne room had allowed your thoughts to pour into Kylo’s mind freely. But now, he sensed nothing.

You felt the Commander’s gaze on you and you turned your head slightly in his direction. His helmet quickly snapped up and he stared forwards.

You frowned slightly. By the end of the day, you would be married to a man who you hadn’t even seen face to face yet. Truly a complete stranger.

“This is the Commander’s quarter– soon to be yours as well,” Hux gestured to a large blast door, “In the meantime, I hope that this room will suffice, Princess.”

You stepped into the room, it was rather bare, save for a dressing table and chair. In the corner, you spotted a dress zipped up on a metal frame. You sighed. Suddenly the prospect of marriage was feeling very real.

“Thank you, General. That will be all,” you said to him, not bothering to acknowledge the Commander, who seemed to have ignored your presence this entire time.

“Your Highness,” Commander Ren gave an elaborate bow, his voice saturated in a mocking tone as he and Hux left you. You cursed yourself for letting your thoughts be heard. It was clearly something you now needed to be aware of.

You closed the door behind you and made your way to the frame, unzipping the dress. You let out a genuine gasp of surprise as you revelled in the sheer beauty of it. The gown sparkled as you moved the soft fabric between your hands. It was a dark grey colour, of course, though it was the most enticing thing you had seen since setting foot on the Base.

“I’ve just been told that the dress is a gift from the Supreme Leader himself,” you immediately recognised your mother’s voice as she entered the room.

Your spirit was lifted at the mere sight of her and you quickly curtseyed before wrapping her in a warm embrace.

“How are you feeling, petal?”

“I’m fine,” you smiled, “Promise.”

“Darling, there was no dissuading your father on the matter. Since you left this morning, I’ve been trying to convince him to do something, anything–”

“It’s okay,” you stopped her, placing a hand over hers, “I’m content with the decision if it means that I can explore my abilities further.”

Your mother quickly nodded, knowing that you were telling the truth, “Speaking of which. I’m glad your father finally found out about your power.”

“You knew?”

“I’m your mother. I do believe that it is my job to know, Y/N. Though I had hoped you would one day come to me on your own about it,” she smiled sadly.

“Well, I suppose it’s alright now. Everyone knows of my abilities,” you gave a small laugh.

“Have you been treated well?” She suddenly changed the subject.

“I, um, well yes… in the few hours I’ve actually been here, I suppose I have.”

“Even by the Commander?”

You nodded. That is, of course, if being ignored by him meant he was treating you well.

“Maker knows what’s underneath that helmet of his,” she mumbled disapprovingly.

“It doesn’t matter. If he has agreed to make me his apprentice, his appearance is a trivial consideration.”

“Yes, but he’s not just making you his apprentice is he? By tonight, you’ll also be his wife,” she said, a hint of worry in her tone.

“I can handle myself, trust me.”

You, my darling daughter, I trust completely,” she said pointedly.

“So, the Supreme Leader eh?” You asked as you eyed the dress once more, trying to distract your mother. Though you were truly surprised to learn that he would gift you such an exquisite piece.

“Indeed,” your mother nodded, “It’s quite beautiful, isn’t it?”

“It is,” a trace of a smile ghosting your lips.

“Well, I suppose I had better help you put it on and get ready,” your mother clasped her hands together.

“Sounds wonderful.”

The doors to the First Order’s throne room opened and you walked in, your arm lightly draped through your Father’s as he guided you towards the front.

You noted that only your parents, your brother and General Hux were in attendance despite the room being of such a grand size.

As you neared the front, you noticed a man standing at what appeared to be a makeshift altar. He looked young, perhaps only slightly older than yourself.

You looked around for Commander Ren, but frowned when you couldn’t find him. Surely he would be in here by now.

As you approached the young man, you noticed that he was dressed in a similar shade of grey to you. You couldn’t help but observe how handsome he was. His dark hair was held perfectly in place, his face seemed almost gentle. His eyes suddenly locked with yours and you quickly averted them. Perhaps he was the marriage celebrant.

“The Supreme Leader will conduct the ceremony himself,” your father told you quietly before leaving you face to face with the young man.

He looked at you expectantly and you returned his gaze with a confused expression. You had seen the Supreme Leader in the holo message, and he certainly did not look like the man who stood before you. So who was this?

“It was Supreme Leader Snoke’s idea to have us in matching attire,” the man finally said.

That voice… you felt as if you had heard it before. Suddenly you realised who this was, and the return of the familiar tugging sensation within you confirmed this. Underneath the helmet, Kylo Ren was just an ordinary man.

You heard him huff at that last thought and you scowled slightly. You felt as if he had invaded your mind too many times to count since this morning, and you were far from pleased about it because you knew you couldn’t do the same to him.

The Commander looked forward as the Supreme Leader’s towering hologram appeared before you.

“Commander Ren. Princess Y/N, welcome.”

You gave a slight bow, unsure how exactly to conduct yourself in front of the hologram.

“I trust that the General will attend to any further formalities afterwards, but now, I would like to complete this ceremony as soon as possible.”

And indeed, the ceremony was over before you even realised it had started. It was hardly the sort of ceremony you had expected for your wedding, but then again, this wasn’t exactly the most conventional of circumstances. You had both delivered your vows with little conviction and Snoke’s image soon disappeared after he expressed his well wishes for the commencement of your training tomorrow.

“Follow me,” the Commander instructed you.

“Commander, if I may just have a moment to say goodbye?” You asked, suddenly feeling very aware of the fact that you were now more bound to the First Order than ever before.

He gave a quick nod before striding out of the throne room.

Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you went to your family. When would you see them next? Would you see them?

“They will treat you well here, my child,” your father said. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to reassure you or himself.

You nodded before turning to your brother. He smiled sadly as he wrapped you in a hug, “Promise me you’ll look after yourself.”

“Only if you promise to look after our parents,” you replied.

“Of course.” He said, gently wiping a tear from your eye, “We’ll see you soon.”

Finally, you turned to your mother, hugging her before she could speak.

“He’s rather handsome,” she whispered to you as she held you tightly. You could tell that she was doing her best to hold back tears.

You pretended not to hear her as you said your final goodbyes, mentally congratulating yourself for not crying as much as you had expected.

You gave your family one last wave before meeting the Commander outside of the room.

“Thank you, Commander. I–”


“I’m sorry?”

“We are equals in this union. I would rather you call me Kylo.”

“As you wish, Co– Kylo.”

As he marched down the hallway, you followed closely behind him. You vaguely remembered this area as being close to Kylo’s quarters.

He entered something in a keypad on the wall and the blast doors opened.

You contained your amazement at the small apartment- like quarters that greeted you. You entered what appeared to be a foyer, directly in front of you lay Kylo Ren’s helmet and what you assumed was his lightsaber. Your gaze lingered on it for a moment longer than necessary.

You heard him clear his threat and you looked up immediately.

“This is where you will sleep,” he said as he led you in to the bedroom. A large bed was placed in the centre. You smirked as you noticed the bed linen was entirely black. Such a surprise.

“Does something amuse you, Princess?”

“What? Uh no, it’s nothing,” you looked up at him, almost forgetting that he no longer wore that helmet. A frown was visibly plastered on his face. “And it’s Y/N, by the way.”

“I know your name,” he retorted.

“Then perhaps you should learn to use it– As you said, we are equals in this union.” You finished, feeling quite pleased with yourself. It was far easier standing up for yourself when he didn’t have his face covered.

You heard Kylo sigh as he started to unbutton the front of his shirt.

Heat suddenly travelled to your cheeks as you anticipated what was to happen. How could have not thought about this before? It was your wedding night after all…

Reluctantly, you began to unzip the back of your dress. Silently thankful that it was low enough for you to reach it yourself. All the while, your thoughts were in a wild flurry as you tried to mentally prepare yourself.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Before you could slip off the gown, you looked up at Kylo in confusion, “I thought that you wanted to…” you trailed off when you saw that Kylo had unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a thinner undergarment underneath.

A brief look of surprise flashed across Kylo’s face, “No. No, there’s no need for that. You can change in there, the contents of your wardrobe was brought here with your family,” Kylo pointed to the closet.

You quickly entered, eager to hide your absolute embarrassment at how ridiculously you had just acted. The man is your Mentor, you fool. What did you think was going to happen?!

You tried to console yourself at the sight of your familiar clothing. At least something on this Base wasn’t tainted by dull colours.

You felt Kylo’s presence lingering by the doorway to the closet and you decided now might be an opportune moment to try and grasp an idea of what he was thinking. You focused on his mind, tugging at anything that might grant you full access. You were far too accustomed to reading people’s thoughts on the Palace that it was almost refreshing for you to be unable to read Kylo Ren’s.

“You’ll need to try harder than that,” you heard his voice from the other side of the door. He sounded indifferent.

Sighing, you quickly changed into a nightgown and hung your dress up.

You made a beeline for the bed, but stopped abruptly, “Do you have a preference?” You pointed to the bed.

He had moved to the other side of the room, half facing you as he shook his head. You took the the side closer to you and waited for the other side to dip when Kylo’s weight was placed on it. But that never came.

“Are you not going to sleep in the bed?”


“Are you sure?

“You ask too many questions.”

“Well this bed is enormous, there’s ample room for two,” you assured him. It was true, the bed could easily accommodate you both without either of you needing to come anywhere near one another.

“I said no.”

“Alright, well there’s no need to get angry at me for suggesting it,” you mumbled innocently.

But Kylo Ren had heard the comment.

“Perhaps you forget who you are speaking to,” he growled.

You raised an eyebrow, “Then perhaps you have also forgotten. I may not be the Commander of the First Order but as the daughter of a King I will not allow myself to be ridiculed by you!”

“Then you must be weaker than the Supreme Leader suspects,” he sneered. His voice suddenly sounded different. You noticed that he had put his helmet on and changed into his usual attire.

“Where are you going?” You asked, suddenly curious as to why Kylo did not engage in the conversation further.

He ignored your question, “I expect you in the training room at daybreak,” he said before storming out of your now shared living quarters.

You groaned, the sound being muffled as you buried your head into the pillow.

Utter exhaustion meant that sleep found you easily after Kylo Ren had left. But not before a thought flashed through your mind: What in the galaxy did I agree to?


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The wedding

[My May the Fourth story for the lovely @hanorganaas]

[The prompt was “Jyn and Cassian’s wedding night”; I got a bit carried away with it and did the whole wedding]

“On Perralt they drink salt water at a wedding,” Bodhi says.  Cassian looks up from his data pad and wrinkles his brow in distaste.

“Drinking salt water causes insanity and hallucinations in humans.”  K-2 sounds intrigued. “Perhaps it’s symbolic.”

“It says here it’s supposed to make the bride and groom thirst for one another forevermore.”  

Cassian turns to look across the cabin at Jyn as she moves about in the aft section, bending and stretching as she checks on the stowed shipment.  As if cued by his silence, Jyn glances round and meets his gaze.  

Her eyes go dream-swept for a moment and her lips curve. “That’s hardly a problem we need worry about.”

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This is for the #MomentOfWeaknessProject.  It was written really quickly so I’m sorry if there are any typos, and it was written by me, so it’s probably rubbish :/

Originally posted by anthonymackiesource

You’d known Anthony since High School, when you’d both been in drama club - him on the stage, hamming it up; you behind it, painting scenery, ironing costumes, checking props.  To be honest, you’d only joined up because it was somewhere to go at break times and lunch times, away from the crowds, but you’d found a good group of people there, welcoming and non-judgemental. Anthony, the life and soul of the party, had brought you out of yourself and you’d been best friends ever since. People thought it was a real odd couple relationship – you so quiet, him so outgoing – but they didn’t know that he valued your seriousness to help with his emotions, or that when you were relaxed, you told hilarious and dirty jokes, or that you made Anthony laugh until he hurt.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a senario/fic where MC is Zens co-actor and his characters love interest for a romantic musical they're working on and they both slowly fall in love and they have a dramatic scripted scene and they have a non scripted kiss! Thanks fam😘

Yea I gotchu fam (*^-^*) Also, I made a gender neutral MC, it’s kinda long but I hope you like it~

This early in the morning, the theatre was bound to be empty. You had come an hour before rehearsal so you could see the roster before anyone else and escape the inevitable swarm of actors bickering over their parts.

You navigated to the bulletin board offstage, wanting to see what part you were assigned. You had thought your audition went reasonably well, and you were expecting an important role. Perhaps you’d be one of the royal knights, or the heir to a nearby kingdom.

The play was about a prince, the heir to his kingdom, trying to find his way in life after a tragic accident leaves his parents dead. He is courted by royalty and nobility from kingdoms near and far, but he falls in love with the Captain of the Guard who lives in his palace. Eventually, he decides to marry for love, and earns the support of his people and the neighbouring kingdoms for being a king who is true to himself.

You finally got to the roster and searched near the bottom of the list, but you couldn’t find your name anywhere. Then you looked at the top, and printed in big bold letters was your name, next to “Captain of the Guard.”

You clamped your hands over your mouth. Captain of the Guard? That was one of the lead parts! But then, that would mean your co-lead was–

“Oh, hello,” a smooth, musical voice sounded right behind you. You turned around and saw Zen, the famous actor who would be playing the prince. “I heard you’re my new co-star. My name is Hyun, but you can call me Zen. Everyone does.” He smiled, extending his hand to you.

“I’m MC,” you said, a little flustered. You shook his hand and smiled back. “I didn’t really expect to get the lead part, though.”

“Really? The director sent me the audition tapes and I chose you myself,” Zen said. “You’re very talented, MC. I look forward to working with you.”

He winked at you, then turned around and went to the change room.

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anonymous asked:

What are your favourite Sterek fics? Sorry if you've answered this before

Nobody asked before ! :) So there’s no order in this list (probably just by when I read it). (here’s my Top10 made on February 2017)

- Mated  : Stiles already had a history with skin magazines for werewolves. It wasn’t like he was new at this, even if his modeling portfolio was completely pathetic. He was cool and collected. He was a jaded professional. He was not at all prepared for working with Derek Hale. (37k)

- Mistletoe Never Lies :   Derek Hale loves his family, he really does. He just wishes they weren’t so determined to set him up. When he finally blurts out that he has a boyfriend, and quickly gives his mother the name of the barista at his local coffee shop as his “boyfriend”, he figures that buys him a little peace.
He probably should have been paying attention to the part of the conversation where he agreed to bring Stiles home for Christmas to meet the family.  (

- No Homo  : Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this: 3 FourLokos
+ 1 peer-pressuring cat - 1 best bro to end all best bros = 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”. Derek is the fool who replies. (84k)

- Font size twenty-four : Stiles is a librarian and research professional extraordinaire. So, when Derek comes in, asking for help with research for his new book, it’s only natural for Stiles to offer his help. He just didn’t count on late night waffle eating, or that his heart would go boom. (10k)

- Cornerstone  : Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else. (83k)

- Windows  : Derek has a new neighbor who won’t stop looking.Excerpt:“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy.  His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly.  “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”“Fuck, I…I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.“What?!”  The kid’s brow crinkled.  “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?”  His lips thinned into a harsh line.  “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?!  That’s fucking condescending, man.  I’ll have you know that —”“Just, wait.”  Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin.  “This is — it’s a misunderstanding.  I’m — I’m not robbing you.  You’re — you’re safe, okay?  I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”“Explain why you came busting into my apartment?  Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.” (83k)

- Practice Makes Perfect  : In his sophomore year, Stiles gets dragged to lacrosse tryouts by Scott and ends up practising alongside the senior captain, Derek Hale. Stiles just wants to live long enough to become a junior. (21k)

- Porn Wolf  : Derek Hale, a werewolf and porn star, also known as Darren Hayden, is looking for a new partner after a minor misunderstanding. He’s lucky enough to get a request from Stuart Novak, a popular twink with a thing for blowjobs, knotting and werewolves in general. A guy, Derek knows too well from a variety of videos and he maybe has been drooling over for a long time. But, how well does he know him really? And more importantly: Will they ever stop making suggestive and inappropriate jokes? (65k)

- Dude, Werewolves  : Stiles gets partnered with Cora for a history project, and they become bros.  Also, he kind of falls in love with her older brother, Derek. (30k)

- Hello, Heartbreaker: It’s a popular joke among Alphas: fuck an Omega, get heartbreak on your hands. Omegas are fragile little emotional things, needy and whiny. Stiles refuses to become that, or to believe that he’s anything like that.Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident. (Also - everyone’s a werewolf, and everyone’s alive.) (18k)

- my heart’s been offline  : 31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he’s a recluse)26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life)Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek’s part of a famous family. (59k)

- Gravity’s Got Nothing on You  : “Three weeks,” Derek says. “Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.““My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal. (83k)

UPDATE (on Feb 23th 2017) (under the cut)

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Kacchan accidentally getting one of Minetas balls stuck on his hand. As he's fuming about not being able to get it off, he swings his arm out... and gets it stuck on Dekus hand too. Now they're stuck together and the time frame for how long this would last is unpredictable. How do you think they would handle a day stuck to each other?

Damn that bastard. 

No matter what he did to this thing nothing seemed to help, and nothing was making it go away. He couldn’t get it off with an explosion, and no amount of heat seemed to help. It was pure chance that it happened in the first place. Raising a hand up during P.E. and that thing collided with his palm, and now to make matters worse, as soon as he brings his hand down, it collides with him and now they’re stuck together. 

Katsuki hadn’t thought it was possible for Izuku’s eyes to become any wider then they already were but he was proven wrong in that moment. His face flushed quickly and it seemed his tongue was already stumbling over it’s self which left the blond with the urge to scream from his quickly growing headache. 

Izuku jerked his arm backwards but it only caused Katsuki to stumble forward and the two of them to topple to the ground.  The entire class turned, the urge to laugh painted on their faces, but at the same time all of them enjoyed life and none of them were willing to say a word when the blond looked up with a furious glare. 

“I swear to fucking God, this had to happen and it had to be you.” Katsuki cursed all around him in the moment, damning the world and the stars above as he struggled to pull himself to his feet only to realize that if he wanted to stand he was going to have to help Izuku. A low hmph’ed growl left him as he pushed his strength against the ball that was stuck to his palm and forcefully pulled Izuku to his feet. 

This was quite possibly the worst day of Katsuki’s life. 


Izuku couldn’t stop sweating, nervously at that. As if it wasn’t bad enough trying to get out of their P.E. uniforms and back into their regular ones, They were now setting awkwardly at their desks trying to find a comfortable way to co-exist when the fingers of Katsuki’s right hand were so close to Izuku’s left.  

It’d been an interesting story to explain to Mr. Aizawa to which there was a minor amount of snickering in the background of the class - mostly from the direction of Mineta- to which Katsuki glared and Izuku simply shifted his gaze away and gave out an awkward laugh.  There had been an inquiry made to the state of their dress. P.E. Uniform tops and regular uniform bottoms…. but Katsuki gave a quick, “How the fuck am I supposed to change when my hand it stuck to his?!”  and the matter was dismissed all together.  When in reality, Izuku could tell from their homeroom teacher’s exhausted expression, he really just didn’t want to deal with the mess that was Katsuki’s anger.

The day felt like it took forever, classes dragging on and on, Katsuki being sure dug nails into Izuku’s fingers when he started muttering under his breath while working on assignments, and small yips of pain escaping from the freckled boy that would disrupt the entire class’s focus. Katsuki wanted nothing more than to scream, while Izuku just wanted to slink away and hide. 

It only grew more complicated when the day finally ended and the two of them made their way back to the dorms. This clothing situation needed to change - and quickly at that. They both just wanted a shower and maybe something to eat but literally nothing they did would get this thing off of them.  

“This is all your fucking fault, Deku.”  

To which Izuku only gave the remark a flat look and resisted the urge to say something sarcastic because doing so was not about to help the situation. 

Instead there was an awkward twist of limbs after Katsuki had drug Izuku through the common space and to the showers on the first floor of the dorms, and proceeded to attempt to take his clothes off. He was not about to stay covered in the film of sweat that the day had brought and in the same clothes he’d spent the last eight hours in. He was uncomfortable and this damn nerd was just going to have to deal with it. 

“K-Kacchan. What are you doing?!”  Came the jumpy stammer as the blond turned and unzipped Izuku’s top.  

A snarl, a glare, but no real answer.  The blond just continued to fumble with the fabric that refused to leave their bonded arms causing him to finally let out the scream he’d been suppressing for most of the day. 

“I just wanna take a fucking shower but I have to be stuck to you.”  

It was the first real time that Izuku could ever remember hearing some form of defeat in the elder’s voice. He had to admit that the entire situation was beyond frustrating but it seemed to be bearing down on his counterpart far more than himself. Izuku looked to the fabric of their shirts, sighed, and then returned his gaze to the frustrated blonde and smiled. 

“Kacchan. Just take a deep breath.” He spoke for a moment, hoping he could stop the explosion that he knew was already building. “My mom knows how to sew, I can just bring them to her over the weekend and she’ll fix them.”  He explained, leaving a confused look plastered across the face the blond. 

Again, Izuku only smiled, lightly tugging at their ‘connection’ in order to urge the other to follow. Shirts slipped back over their shoulders, Izuku guided them back out to the couches of the common space, until he could dig through his backpack that had been discarded.  A soft ‘Ah ha!’ left him as he pulled out a small pair of scissors and merely clipped the edges that bound them free. 

For once, Katsuki looked at him like he actually had a good idea.

But the rest of the night lead to the two of them spending the rest of the night completely shirtless. Katsuki would only glare should any of the other members of their class attempt to sneak a peak, where as Izuku was a constant mass of blushing when he noticed he was almost constantly the focal point of someone.  

They slept in Katsuki’s room that night, because like hell was he about to sleep in a room with so many eyes were there to watch him, even if they were the Symbol of Peace.  Izuku had offered to sleep on the floor, but again, Katsuki wasn’t about to let his life change to accommodate Izuku and thus he forced the younger to sleep in his bed, next to him. Like hell he was going to let his arm hang off the side all night and get all cramped and uncomfortable. 

Katsuki just didn’t want Izuku sleeping on the floor, but he wasn’t about to say that. 

Both of them ended up having a hard time sleeping that night, if it wasn’t for Izuku’s persistent ability to pose a question at the very moment Katsuki was about to fall asleep. And it was things that weren’t even important.  Stupid things like 

‘Kacchan do you remember when we slept at each other’s houses when we were kids?’ 
 Kacchan, do you remember the first time we met?’ 
‘Kacchan, do you remember when we used to skip rocks?’ 
‘Kacchan, do you remember…..?’ 


‘Kacchan… do you hate me?’ 

The last one made his heart stop. 

Katsuki jerked up right in bed, looking to Izuku with wide concerned eyes. He was breathless… speechless… what was he supposed to say to something like that?  

Why did he even think that?

A sigh left him, as he closed his eyes and laid back down next to the other. Izuku simply let out a sigh and rolled to this side to face away from the blond. A sniffle was enough to let Katsuki know he was trying not to cry. Honestly, he hadn’t really stopped to think about any of it, but as he lay there staring at the back of the other’s head, he couldn’t stop the memories from coming back. 

Laughing and smiling while playing ball at the park. Sticky faces covered with Popsicles that had melted all too quickly. That sad look on Izuku’s face when his Mother brought him in for the first day of school.  He could remember all of it. How he wouldn’t stop crying unless Katsuki held his hand during that first day of school and that after that they’d been in..se..par…able….


Time slowed in that moment, as if he could see the other walking away from him, and feel him slipping through his fingers. Arms moved forward, wrapping around the smaller boy and tugging him backwards until he was pressed against the blond’s chest. Katsuki rested his head next to Izuku’s pressing his forehead against emerald curls. 

“I don’t hate you, Izuku.” Katsuki spoke softly holding onto his friend as tightly as he could., while the dark colored ball that had rested between their hands rolled to the floor. 

Big Break - Dylan O’Brien Imagine

Author: dylanowhy (me)

Summary: Deciding to follow your dream, you try out for a small role in a new upcoming movie. During your audition you end up practicing lines with none other than Dylan O’Brien, thus landing you the lead part. Now you’re getting your big break, while also falling in love with your co-star.

Pairings: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: Language.

Word Count:2,688

A/N: There will most certainly be a part two! (Y/E/C) = Your Eye Color

Originally posted by onceratheart4life

You paced back and forth as you ran through your lines. Your parents would kill you if they found out. You were supposed to be in class right now, studying the in-depth version of American literature, but instead you were auditioning for a small role in an upcoming rom-com. You didn’t know much about the movie, but the small storyline you were given was enough to catch your attention. You were going for the part of the best friend of the leading female role, something simple to start you off. Acting has always been your dream and you figured if you could land this part that your parents will finally understand.

“(Y/N)!” Stacy yelled. You had met her earlier, she had been a big help to you along the way of this audition. “Listen. I know you’re working on your lines but could you do me the biggest favor?” She asked, head cocking to the slide with hopeful eyes. “Me? Uh—Sure?” You didn’t want to say no, call it brownie points but you needed this.

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Next Contestant

Imagine your boyfriend Lucifer hanging around the bar you work at so he can keep away the guys that try to hit on you.

Song: Next Contestant by Nickelback  

Word Count: 2,453

A blinding light shone into the darkly lit bar when the door opened, and through it Lucifer entered. The door swung shut, ending his moment of angelic radiance. Dramatic lighting or not, he’s always looked radiating to you, whether it be from heavenly luminescence or raging hell fire.

His eyes connected with yours and he put on a boyish smile, one he only revealed to you. Your lips tried to return the gesture but they faltered at the edges. In a normal relationship it would be endearing for your boyfriend to show up at your workplace, but this was no ordinary partnership. He held all the power of an archangel and you, you worked in a sleazy bar with inhabitants that were sure to land themselves in Lucifer’s domain after their miserable lives had finally ceased.

Combine alcohol with any man desperate enough and you’ll end up with a brainless lust-filled prick. They guys in here weren’t worth more than the scum at the bottom of your shoes, but they tipped well. So, you found it in yourself to put up with their comments and greedy hands.

These things you had accepted but Lucifer was another story, and you wouldn’t be able to keep your job much longer if he couldn’t get things through his head.

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Baby, Pull Me Closer.

Summary:  Cigarette smoke mingled with the air like yours and his limbs, feelings for each other based off of touch and touch only. Bringing true emotions into the fragile nothing you shared… well, that was bound to get messy.

Author: deanwinchester-af

Pairings: Jared x Reader

Words: 2.2k

Beta: @sis-tafics

Warnings: Implied Smut. Smoking. 


Song: Closer by Chainsmokers

A/N: Let’s pretend Jared isn’t married and without kids. Lot’s of flirting and touching are in below the ‘read more’. Wrote this for @waywardlullabies, to help with her Jared crisis, enjoy, lau. PS: this has so-much-jared-fluff-and-flirting. I also put the requests made by @trinityjadec & @brunettechick for the 2kceleb drabbles here. 

Another thing: this will be a mini series. 


“I’m not the kind of girl boys fall in love with.”
“I’m not a backup plan and definitely not a second choice.”
“He talks about you like you put stars in the sky.”

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“I’m not a backup plan and definitely not a second choice.” Your growl made your whole body vibrate. This scene was deep and such a tough one to deliver because of the person staring back at you. He’s moving his lips in so many different ways while also squinting his eyes. Your face stayed still though but the urge to laugh your ass off was there. It wasn’t until he licked his lips and blew you a kiss that you lost it. The laugh crawled up your throat out, “I hate you, Jensen!”

Jensen, Jared, Misha and the entire crew burst in laughter after your shouted words. Your extremely handsome but evil co-star wrapped you in his arms. Backing your head and body off him playfully but he gripped you tightly into the hug. You kept laughing in his arms, hating how easily he can make you laugh with that stupid move. Jensen is an master of evilness when it comes to make you crack between scenes. His character Dean is your character’s love interest, or was, until today… If you could actually finish the scenes planned out for today’s shoot.

Even though Jensen’s beauty was undeniable, he wasn’t the type of man your eyes lust over. You liked men with a vibrant personality and energy. Jared suddenly came to your sight, his hazel eyes staring straight into yours. Those were the kind of eyes you loved to lust to, even if it was in silence. Your relationship was so different than your chemistry with Jensen. On screen you and Jensen looked good. Behind the camera, Jared was the one that you always thought about.

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When 20-year-old Aisling Franciosi got cast as the babysitter in BBC's The Fall, she had no idea that the man she’d act opposite, Jamie Dornan, would eventually sign on to play Christian Grey in Fifty Shades. Nobody did. Now she’s not only his co-star in the series — about a serial killer (Dornan) being hunted by a detective (Gillian Anderson) — she’s been tied to a bed by him. And yet, somehow, her character is fascinating for so much more than her proximity to Dornan: She’s playing a 16-year-old obsessed with a murderer, willing to lie to the police for him, hoping to lose her virginity to him. It’s insane. Cosmopolitan.com spoke to Franciosi about the role, working alongside so many wonderful actresses, and — because I’m only human — what it was like to get bound by Christian Grey. 

By the end of the second season, I was so angry with your character, Katie. Did she frustrate you too? 
It was more of a question of why — Why are you doing this? You want to shake her. I saw some people say on Twitter that they wanted to give her a good slap, which made me laugh. You want to say, “He’s harming so many women; he’s manipulating you. Why are you allowing him to do this?” Even though she is damaged and vulnerable, she’s also in her own twisted way very strong-willed. Because she doesn’t give in, she doesn’t buckle under pressure. She’s completely devoted to Paul [Dornan’s character]. 

I think that was such a smart move to cast Jamie. Jamie’s a brilliant actor and I always get protective of him in interviews because it’s like, Oh, he’s so good-looking. And I’m like, Yeah, but he’s an amazing actor. But it is interesting to have such a good-looking person play such a horrible, twisted man. People attribute certain qualities to people for the way they look, and it’s almost worrying how you sometimes almost find yourself going, “Quick! They’re coming closer. Get away.” And then you’re like, “What am I doing? I’m egging on a serial killer …” It really made me question how we attribute good qualities to good-looking people.

I caught myself wanting him to escape once too, and I was like, “What is wrong with me?"

I know. And I think with Gillian’s character, Gibson, there were people saying, "She’s such a good-looking woman and she’s in heels,” and you’re like, “Well, why can’t she be such a good-looking woman? Why would that make her less capable of doing her job?” It works in that way as well. Why should we assume that a female police detective should have to wear frumpy shoes and dowdy clothes to do their job?

It seems like such an empowering, female-driven set, even though the creator is a man. Was that your experience?
There was certainly a sense of, Oh my god, we’re so lucky to be getting to play fully formed, complex, multi-faceted, multi-dimensional female characters. Because, unfortunately, you do often read characters that are just so two-dimensional. Oh god, it’s another one of these. On set we were always very aware that the female characters were strong, but at the same time, complex because you have to allow for a female character to also be human.

Did Jamie getting cast in Fifty Shades affect your working experience? 
I was kind of aware that I would probably get some hate or some reaction, shall we say, particularly from female viewers [laughs]. But, generally, when I was working with him, no. We just got on really well, and we worked together very well, and once you know a person, you know them, and you’re aware that it’s just another job. It’s just that they’re in the limelight. I mean, there were minor things, like if we were doing an outdoor scene, there’d be some people waiting around wanting to take a picture. And in the restaurant scene, when he walked in, there were definitely some urgent whisperings from the female extras. After the hotel room scene, my brother was like, So, do you think you’re going to break Twitter tonight? And I was like, Oh god, I hope not.

Well, he does tie you up with a tie in that scene — it was practically begging for a Fifty Shades comparison. Did you guys acknowledge that? 
Someone cracked a joke about it. There were a few jokes like, “You should be real good about tying knots at this stage, yeah?” Other than that, the joke kind of got old. It’s so funny, because when I watched TV or films when I was younger, I’d be like, “Oh my god, that scene, it’s so romantic” — anything that involves kissing or any of those kinds of things. And then it’s all so technical on set that’s it’s never sexy in any way. But I did think, There are definitely gonna be some female fans who are going to want my guts for this.

Were your girlfriends among them?
When I did season one, I actually didn’t audition with Jamie, but the night before the read-through, someone said to me, “You know who’s playing Spector?” And I said, “No, I auditioned with some guy, but I’d don’t think it was him.” And they were like, “Uh, I think you’d definitely know if you’d auditioned with him.” But actually I don’t talk about work with my friends — I kind of leave it at the door and talk about other things with them. But then they saw it, they were like, “What? What? Jamie was kissing your neck?” And I was like, “Oh yeah, that feels like ages ago now.” It’s just another day at work.

Have you read Fifty Shades?
No, I haven’t read the books.

Do you plan to?
I have a long list of books that I’m planning on getting through first, before Fifty Shades pops up, so … maybe one day.

Did you finish college?
I actually left my final year. I went to Trinity College in Dublin and I studied French and Spanish. I always wanted to do acting, but I am a bit of a nerd as well. I liked school, so my parents were like, “But you can do so many other things.” So they asked me if I would do a degree first and I said OK. So I studied French and Spanish in Trinity, and it was kind of a strategic move. My dad’s Italian so I’m bilingual, so that means I have an unfair advantage when it comes to learning other languages. I would be able to dedicate my time more into what I wanted to do and still get good grades.

So you know four languages? That’s insane.
Yeah, it used to be five because I used to know Gaelic as well, but I don’t use it anymore so I don’t remember it. My name is Gaelic, so I was like, to my parents, “Thanks guys: You blessed me with two totally unreadable names.”

Source: Cosmopolitan Magazine.

*Added a few more titles so this is the most up-to-date list*

YA Reads Featuring Korean and Korean-American Protagonists Written by Korean-American Authors 

1. Good Enough by Paula Yoo - Getting 100% on the SATs, or getting a date with a cute trumpet player? Scoring top honors in youth orchestra, or scoring tickets to a punk rock concert? Following your parents’ dreams to an Ivy league college, or following your heart? It’s senior year, and Patti Yoon is about to find out what it really takes to be good enough!

2. Since You Asked by Maurene Goo - No, no one asked, but Holly Kim will tell you what she thinks anyway. Fifteen-year-old Holly Kim is the copyeditor for her high school’s newspaper. When she accidentally submits an article that rips everyone to shreds, she gets her own column and rants her way through the school year. Can she survive homecoming, mean-girl cliques, jocks, secret admirers, Valentine’s Day, and other high school embarrassments, all while struggling to balance her family’s traditional Korean values?

3. Burn For Burn by Jenny Han & Siobhan Vivian - Postcard-perfect Jar Island is home to charming tourist shops, pristine beaches, amazing oceanfront homes—and three girls, Kat, Lilia, and Mary, secretly plotting revenge. None of the girls can act on their revenge fantasies alone without being suspected. But together…anything is possible. With an alliance in place, there will be no more “I wish I’d said…” or “If I could go back and do things differently…” These girls will show Jar Island that revenge is a dish best enjoyed together.

4. Fire with Fire  (Burn for Burn #2) by Jenny Han & Siobhan Vivian - Lillia, Kat, and Mary had the perfect plan. Work together in secret to take down the people who wronged them. But things didn’t exactly go the way they’d hoped at the Homecoming Dance. Not even close. Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, burn for a burn. A broken heart for a broken heart. The girls are up to the task. They’ll make Reeve fall in love with Lillia and then they will crush him. It’s the only way he’ll learn. It seems once a fire is lit, the only thing you can do is let it burn…

5. Ashes to Ashes (Burn for Burn #3) by Jenny Han and Siobhan Vivian - Kat and Lillia try to put the pieces together of what happened to Rennie. They both blame themselves. If Lillia hadn’t left with Reeve… If Kat had only stayed with Rennie… Things could have been different. Now they will never be the same. Only Mary knows the truth about that night. About what she is. She also knows the truth about Lillia and Reeve falling in love, about Reeve being happy when all he deserves is misery, just like the misery he caused her. Now their childish attempts at revenge are a thing of the past and Mary is out for blood. Will she leave anything in her wake or will all that remain be ashes? 

6. The Fold by An Na - Joyce never used to care that much about how she looked, but that was before she met JFK—John Ford Kang, the most gorgeous guy in school. And it doesn’t help that she’s constantly being compared to her beautiful older sister, Helen. Then her rich plastic-surgery-addict aunt offers Joyce a gift to “fix” a part of herself she’d never realized needed fixing—her eyes. Joyce has heard of the fold surgery—a common procedure meant to make Asian women’s eyes seem “prettier” and more “American”—but she’s not sure she wants to go through with it. Her friend Gina can’t believe she isn’t thrilled. After all, the plastic surgeon has shown Joyce that her new eyes will make her look just like Helen—but is that necessarily a good thing?

7. Wait for Me by An Na - Mina is the perfect daughter. Bound for Harvard, she’s Honor Society president and a straight-A student, even as she works at her family’s dry-cleaning store and helps care for her hearing impaired little sister. On the outside, Mina does everything right. On the inside, Mina knows the truth. Her life is a lie. Then, the summer before her senior year, Mina meets someone to whom she cannot lie. Ysrael, a young migrant worker who dreams of becoming a musician, comes to work for her family, and asks Mina the one question that scares her the most. What does she want?

8. Girls For Breakfast by David Yoo - Nick Park loves girls. Drumstick legs, cherry-colored lips, dumpling cheeks…everything about them he wants to eat up. But he’s dateless and has been since he discovered girls in the third grade, and he’s convinced himself that this is solely based on the fact that he’s the only Korean American teenager in Renfield—the fifth richest (and WASPiest) town in Connecticut. In Nick’s mind, he sticks out like a banana in a wheat field. And now it’s time for him to figure it out once and for all. Is it all in his head or are his suspicions that his heritage is keeping him from a triumphant boob fest true?

9. Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One Before by David Yoo - If Albert Kim has learned one thing in his tragic adolescence, it’s that God (probably a sadistic teenaged alien) does not want him to succeed at Bern High.  By the end of sophomore year, Al is tired of humiliation that he's chosen to just forget girls and high school society in general, and enjoy the Zen-like detachment that comes from being an intentional loser. Then he meets Mia Stone, and all the repressed hormones start flooding back. Mia, his co-worker at the Bern Inn, is adorable, popular, and most intimidatingly, the ex-long term girlfriend of Ivy-bound, muscle-bound king of BHS and world class jerk, Ryan Stackhouse. But chalk it up to the magic of Al’s inner beauty. 

10. Necessary Roughness by Marie G. Lee - Chan Jung Kim has always been popular. But that was when he lived in L.A. and was the star of his soccer team. Now his family’s moved—to a tiny town in Minnesota, where football’s the name of the game and nobody has ever seen an Asian American family before. Desperate to fit in, Chan throws himself into the game—but he feels like an outsider. For the first time in his life, he finds himself thinking about what it really means to be Korean—and what is really important.

11. Finding My Voice by Marie G. Lee - The only Asian in a small American high school, Ellen Sung looks forward to spending time with schoolmates, finding a boyfriend, and getting into the college of her choice, but must contend with racism.

12. Saying Goodbye by Marie G. Lee - In this sequel to FINDING MY VOICE, Ellen Sung arrives at Harvard for her freshman year. There she begins to explore her independence by taking a creative writing course in addition to her pre-med classes, finding a new boyfriend, a Korean-American, and becoming close friends with her African-American roommate.

13. Year of Impossible Goodbyes by Sook Hyul Choi - It is 1945, and courageous ten-year-old Sookan and her family must endure the cruelties of the Japanese military occupying Korea.  Police captain Narita does his best to destroy everything of value to the family, but he cannot break their spirit.  Sookan’s father is with the resistance movement in Manchuria and her older brothers have been sent away to labor camps.  Her mother is forced to supervise a sock factory and Sookan herself must wear a uniform and attend a Japanese school. Then the war ends.  Out come the colorful Korean silks and bags of white rice.  But Communist Russian troops have taken control of North Korea and once again the family is suppressed.  Sookan and her family know their only hope for freedom lies in a dangerous escape to American-controlled South Korea.

14. Echoes of the White Giraffe by Sook Hyul Choi - Sookan, the unforgettable heroine of Year of Impossible Goodbyes, is now fifteen years old and a refugee in Pusan, a city in a southern province of Korea. The Korean War is raging, and she once again has been separated from her father and brothers. Anxiously awaiting any news of them, Sookan imagines a time when she can return to a normal life in Seoul. In the meantime, though she often feels sad, alone, and scared, she finds solace in a forbidden friendship and from the mysterious “shouting poet” who offers her and her fellow refugees inspiration each morning.

15. Gathering of Pearls by Sook Hyul Choi - As Sookan Bak, the heroine of Year of Impossible Goodbyes and Echoes of the White Giraffe, travels the long distance between Seoul, Korea, and New York City, she is consumed by questions about her future. What will her life in America be like? Will she be able to communicate and fit in? Will she do well in her studies? And has she been selfish in her decision to leave her family and pursue her own dreams? Here is the compelling, often surprising story of Sookan’s first year in a very foreign country—a joyful, overwhelming, and exhilarating time.

16. Prophecy (Dragon King Chronicles #1) by Ellen Oh - Kira is only female in the king’s army, and she’s also the prince’s bodyguard. A demon slayer and an outcast, she’s hated by nearly everyone in her home city of Hansong. Murdered kings and discovered traitors point to a demon invasion, sending Kira on the run with the young prince. He may be the savior predicted in the Dragon King’s prophecy, but the legendary lost ruby treasure just might be the true key to victory. With only the guidance of the cryptic prophecy, Kira must battle demon soldiers, an evil shaman, and the Demon Lord himself to find what was once lost, while raising a prince into a kin

17. Warrior (Dragon King Chronicles #2) by Ellen Oh - Kira has valiantly protected her kingdom—and the crown prince—and is certain she will find the second treasure needed to fulfill the Dragon King’s prophecy. Warrior boasts a strong female hero, romantic intrigue, and mythical creatures such as a nine-tailed fox demon, a goblin army, and a hungry dragon with a snarky attitude.

18. Somebody’s Daughter by Marie Myung-Ok Lee - Somebody’s Daughter is the story of 19-year-old Sarah Thorson, who was adopted as a baby by a Lutheran couple in the Midwest. After dropping out of college, she decides to study in Korea and becomes more and more intrigued by her Korean heritage, eventually embarking on a crusade to find her birth mother. Paralleling Sarah’s story is that of Kyung-Sook, who was forced by difficult circumstances to let her baby be swept away from her immediately after birth, but who has always longed for her lost child

19. Good as Lily by Derek Kirk Kim - What would you do if versions of yourself at 6, 29, and 70 became a part of your already awkward high-school life? Grace Kwon is about to find out the hard way after she breaks a haunted pinata on her 19th birthday and her “other selves” appear. But it just may be the dark secret she’s kept hidden about her younger sister, Lily, that stands between Grace and her past, present, and future

20. To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before by Jenny Han - What if all the crushes you ever had found out how you felt about them…all at once? Lara Jean Song keeps her love letters in a hatbox her mother gave her. They aren’t love letters that anyone else wrote for her; these are ones she’s written. One for every boy she’s ever loved—five in all. When she writes, she pours out her heart and soul and says all the things she would never say in real life, because her letters are for her eyes only. Until the day her secret letters are mailed, and suddenly, Lara Jean’s love life goes from imaginary to out of control.

HP FESTS: dramione_remix (part 4)

dramione_remix 2016:

  • The Bone Thief - mister_otter - T, one-shot - Draco’s a brilliant, eccentric solver of magical problems, Hermione’s the Ministry employee who always manages to get herself assigned to help him. Their latest case hints at mystery and dark magic. But what game is really afoot?
  • Chained - sirmioneforever - T, one-shot -Hermione comes to terms with the fact that her marriage is over.
  • Her Wedding, His Funeral - naarna - T, one-shot - Hermione gets married, but not to the right man as Draco thinks…
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He didn’t see it.

this story assumes that Jensen never got married to Danneel. I love her obviously but I needed her out of the way for this fic. 

summary: You are friends with Jared and his sister Megan and are returning to America after being gone for nine years. There is a mess between you and Jensen that he tries to fix. 

It had been a long time since you had been in America and stepping of the plane you felt your heart in your throat. The flight had been enough to frazzle your nerves but now you were in a country you hadn’t seen in over nine years and by yourself.
You saw the bright smile first and you couldn’t help but let out an excited squeal when you saw her. Obviously over the years you had kept in contact but neither of you had seen each other since you left America. Hugging her then you couldn’t remember why you had left. Her name was Megan and you had known since you were child, your families being friends.
“Come on (Y/N) lets get you out of here.” She laughed tugging you and your suitcase out of the airport. Climbing into her car she gave you a smile you understood.
“Where are we going?” You asked.
“I just need to stop off at my brother’s house. It’s super quick I gotta pick something up.”
“Oh Jeff, I haven’t seen him in forever.” You laughed.
“No I meant Jared’s, he’s got a couple of DVDs for me. It won’t take long and you can meet his kids. Those boys are so funny.”
“Okay, just quickly though.” You nodded. In truth you were a little nervous of going to Jared’s house. You knew how close he was to his co-star Jensen and you really didn’t want to see him.
The drive over to Jared’s house only took a few minutes and when you got out of the car you couldn’t help but let out a shocked breath. It was huge, in fact you were sure if you put all the houses you had ever lived together it would still be smaller than this place. You followed Megan inside who was greeted instantly by two small boys who wouldn’t stop chattering as they bounced around her. A deep laugh echoed into your ears and you had to admit you may have missed Jared a little bit. He bounded out and grabbed his sister up into his arms.
“Hey sis.”
“Hi J, do you remember (Y/N)?”
His eyes darted over to you and his smile, if possible, got wider.
“Hey yeah, gosh you grew up well.” He engulfed you in a hug and you laughed in his ear.
“It’s good to see you two.” You giggled when he finally put you down.
“You girls want a drink or anything?”
“No we’re good thanks, can’t stop.” Megan said pushing her way into the living room, you started to follow when you saw him, it was just a flash of the back of his head but you knew. Turning on your heel you almost ran out of the house and over to Megan’s car.
“What was that all about?” Jared asked his sister.
“I don’t know, I think she’s just tired from the flight, you know.”
He nodded and went further into the room. The siblings began talking over the DVDs and didn’t notice when Jensen got up. He knew he heard her voice, it couldn’t have been a trick and he had to see if it was real. Slowly he slid out of the room and down the drive way till he saw you leaning against Megan’s car.
You jumped and looked at him.
“Oh Jensen, hi. I didn’t know you were here.” You lied in a slightly higher pitch than you wanted to.
“Yeah, I always have dinner here on a Thursday when we’re home from the show.”
“That’s nice.”
For a moment the two of you stood in silence.
“How long are you here for?” Jensen asked, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
“Oh um… I’m not sure, depends on how long the book tour goes on for I guess.”
“Yeah. I saw you finally got that book published. I’m real happy for you.”
“Only took me six years to get someone to look at it and then two years of editing before people could buy it but yeah it’s going well.” You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from talking. Jensen glanced over your shoulder at the sound of the door closing.
“Oh well it looks like you’re going. It was really good to see you (Y/N). Do you think maybe we could get lunch?”
“Jensen, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Not with the way that we… I just think that maybe…” You shook your head not really sure how to finish any of your thoughts. Megan stepped up and clapped him on the shoulder.
“Right then, big man. We have to go. See you later.” She gave him a quickly hug and you climbed back into the car, not bothering to even glance back at Jensen. Still as the car pulled away you looked back the side mirror, catching a glimpse of him.
“Well that looked awkward.” Megan laughed.
“It felt worse.”
“Jared invited to his party tomorrow.”
“Oh no I don’t think I should go - ”
“(Y/N) there will be like three hundred people there, it’s a cast and crew party for Supernatural, he’ll be there but you won’t see him I promise.”

Once you arrived back at Megan’s house you practically fell into your bed and passed out, tired after a long day of travelling. You would worry about the party tomorrow.
Unfortunately tomorrow happened to quickly and you were standing in front of the mirror in a black dress, with your hair curled and make up on your face. You were sure this was a bad idea, there could be no way this would end well but you had promised and once upon a time they had all been your friends. You heard Megan calling you from down stairs so you slipped on your heels and made your way down to her. She was in a cute summer dress with her hair styled in it’s usually way. You smiled at her and followed her out tot he car.
“You never did tell me what happened between you Jay?” She asked pulling back into Jared’s driveway. There were a lot of other cars there so she didn’t bother putting hers in any special place.
“I’ll tell you one day.” You answered slipping out of the car.
“But not today right?”
“Right?” You laughed.

All in all the party went fairly well. You would catch a glimpse of Jensen a few times but there were so many people you hadn’t seen for years that you hardly had time to get yourself a drink let alone get any close to him. Eventually though you found yourself alone in the kitchen with an empty glass. You stepped up to the giant bowl of punch and sniffed it.
“I wouldn’t if I were you. He put like seven bottles of vodka in there.”
“And five of Rum I bet.” You joked, feeling your stomach drop.
“I’m sorry I was just coming to get another drink I didn’t know you were in here.”
“It’s okay Jensen.”
He rounded the island in the kitchen so he was next to you.
“Look (Y/N) I know I was a massive dick back then. I was a kid you know.”
You nodded, worrying your bottom lip and trying to look anywhere but at him.
“I shouldn’t have done it, I know but I panicked. (Y/N) I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry? Sorry you left me? Sorry our child died? Sorry you didn’t care that I was in pain? Sorry that you slept with someone else? Sorry? Sorry for what Jensen?” You were looking at him now, he blinked at you a few times.
“All of it. I was an idiot. I didn’t know you were pregnant when I slept with her, I was being stupid because I got scared. I was so in love with you and I started thinking about our future and then I got scared. I got so scared I did the worse thing I could. And then you, I didn’t know that would happen. When you were in hospital I tried to get into you but they wouldn’t let me. I go to his grave every day when I’m in town.”
You took a step away from him, tears were already falling from your eyes.
“I kept calling you, you know the minute I got her back to the room I knew that it wasn’t-”
“No stop” Your hand shot up between you both, “I don’t, I don’t need to know the details.”
“No please (Y/N) let me tell you this, you never let me explain.”
“Let you explain? I can’t do this.” You pushed passed him and darted out into the garden. You went as far as you could until there was no more garden to walk through and you sunk down on the grass. Your head was swimming and you couldn’t think properly. Tears wrecked your body.
You don’t know how long you were sat there, but a hand wrapping around your shoulders made you flinch. You looked up to see Jared sitting down next to you.
“I don’t know what you do to him, but girl he is a mess.”
“He’s a mess?” You scoffed.
“Hey, hey look I know what he did was dumb, but I need to tell you something, no (Y/N) just listen to me for a sec, okay? He didn’t do it. I spoke to her, he got her up there they were starting to, well you know but he stopped. Just left her there, said he had to find you. Had to tell you the truth.”
“That he was a cheating bastard?”
“No, that he wanted to marry you. Damn (Y/N) he was going to buy you a ring, he wanted to tell you as soon as he saw he, he was so excited but then you went to his house and she was still there. I’m sorry. Jess was a bitch, he had fancied Jensen for ages and she was jealous of the two of you.”
“She pushed me down the stairs Jared.”
“I know I found you remember? (Y/N) the kid was a mess. It’s been nine years and he hasn’t so much as looked at another girl since you left.”
“Yeah, I mean I thought he was becoming a monk at one point. No one was ever good enough because they weren’t you. Look I know he messed up but you need to go talk to him okay?”
You nodded. Jared helped you up and the two of you went back inside.

Unknown to them Jensen had left the party. He had climbed into his Jeep and drove away. Alcohol seeping through his bloodstream. He was going to fast and didn’t see the other car coming. He didn’t realise he was on the wrong side of the road. Not until it was too late, not until his car was rolling. Not until he could taste blood in his mouth. Not until he crawled out of the wreckage.
His body broken he pulled himself away from the burning car, the cold asphalt below him. The last thing he saw was you running towards him, no shoes on your feet and tears streaking your face.

Part 2

I have a second part to this if anyone wants it. Never know might become a series. Let me know here

Breezeblocks: The beginning

TITLE: Breezeblocks: The beginning


AUTHOR: tomcuddlesfic //  tomhazeldine

WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: AU Tom (Still an actor)

GENRE: Horror/ Thriller

FIC SUMMARY: OC wants to leave Tom but Tom has other plans.

RATING: T violence / language 

AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: I don’t like this being the first piece of breezeblocks to start off everything. This is just a standalone piece in the series I’m writing right now. If that makes sense. Comments are welcomed!



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My Secret

Because I’ve been watching Maid Sama mood lately and one scene just wouldn’t leave me last night. The next thing for it might be better but enjoy this one for now. 

Maka stared at her reflection in the employee bathroom, inspecting every small aspect about herself. Maybe she wasn’t the cutest person in the world or the girl with biggest breast size, but she was a strong, independent woman who could handle any obstacle. It wasn’t that hard for her to control her temper – even if the person it was directed to deserved it. No, she was always able to keep her cool around her overbearing father (well, sometimes) so this boy was no different. It wasn’t like Soul Evans had any control over her and her emotions. She could handle him.

Tugging down her skirt that was far too short in her opinion, Maka left the bathroom. She stopped by the kitchen to pick up her tray of food, and left. The young maid stood in front of the door that would lead her to the dining area for a few seconds to collect her bearings. Taking a deep breath in, she released a more relaxed one out. There was nothing difficult about Soul Evans.

Her fake smile flew across her face like it was completely natural as she opened the door, and walked toward the table where the white haired boy was sitting.

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Lay Me Down, Let Me Dream

Co-written by Katnissdoesnotfollowback & Titania522

Summary: Katniss and Peeta share a bond that is stronger than the normal couple, a bond that even death cannot defy.  When tragedy threatens to separate them forever, Peeta risks his soul to save Katniss from an eternity of despair. Inspired by the book, What Dreams May Come  by Walter Matheson and the movie by the same name, starring Robin Williams, Cuba Gooding Jr. and Annabella Sciorra. Written for Prompts in Panem, Real or Not Real: Everlark Dreamscape Week.

Trigger warnings: Major Character Deaths, Minor Character Deaths, Suicide, Afterlife, Heaven, Hell, Reincarnation (Literally Everybody Dies).

Rated M for Mature Sexual Content.

Part 1: Cheeks can be found here.

Day 2 of 7: Rats

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Update: Any Four Walls: Little Sister

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Little Sister

Rose squeezed her eyes shut and crossed her ankles, trying—and failing—to convince herself she didn’t really have to go to the bathroom. The room was dim, but not completely dark, and the soft sounds of people sleeping filled the air. They all sounded so warm, and comfortable, and like they didn’t have to pee. Lucky. Even Tyrra was sound asleep, curled up on her side, face half-buried in the fluffy turian pillow they’d brought from home.

When Rose began to inch toward the edge of the bed, Tyrra reached out a sleepy arm and tried to tuck her back close to her side, but Rose slipped away from her grasp. Without opening her eyes, Tyrra murmured, “Y’okay? Bad dream?”

“No,” Rose whispered. “Bathroom.”

“Want me to come?”

“Go back to sleep, Tyr.”

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anonymous asked:


13. co-stars au

Maka walked up the stairs to her new co-stars dressing room, taking each step one at a time. It was going to be the first time they would be meeting and to say she was nervous was an understatement. She was outright scared to come face to face with the new actor. From what she was able to gather from Liz, he was not a pleasant person to be around; rumor around the film industry was that he was hard to work with and none of his female co-stars were ever able to get along with him. Plus with Maka’s unappealing physique — based on the countless insults she received when she was in high school — she highly doubted the new man would ever connect with her.

A part of her actually expected him to quit the film immediately once he saw her.

Maka stood in front of the door that read ‘Soul Evans’ in white lettering and gently knocked on the door, stepping back as she waited for his reply.


Soul stared at his reflection in the mirror. It was the same one he had seen an innumerable amount of times; the same crimson eyes watching him, same stark white untamable hair, and the same sharp pointed teeth that graced his mouth. How could anyone think he was even remotely attractive? He sure as hell didn’t think he was. It was the exact reason why he had quit so many different films; each of his female co-stars were afraid of him. They may have found him attractive for the first fifteen minutes after meeting him, but he saw the fear etched in their eyes.

None of them ever wanted to be around him for very long; they were probably afraid he would bite their heads off or something.

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[Festival Series] Taking Chances [One Shot]

TITLE: [Festival Series] Taking Chances 


AUTHOR tomcuddlesfic


GENRE: romance / angst

FIC SUMMARY: Florence wasn’t expecting any celebrity to walk through the doors of the bookstore she worked it. So what happens when she spots Tom Hiddleston?


Author Comments: I actually don’t know if this is going to be a short multichapter or a one shot but I did say yesterday that I’m taking a break from them as explained by here so let’s see how this goes. Comments and feedback would be great!

I’m actually writing a festival series because I’m volunteering for this film festival and yeah. My fantasies know no bounds. 

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