#like my grandma who just broke her femur

[immortalbutterflycos]

Guess who's in the direct path of this hurricane~

[tobesobri]

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[a-very-fond-farewell]

The forbidden crack! Untamed prompts: 14/?

MeetCute modern!AU [mianqing edition]: “Don’t Bother Looking Down”

[title is from the song “We Fell in Love in October” by Girl in Red]

[let me live vicariously through my baby girls ok?? let me have this]

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Qingyang wishes she never moved in this damned country in the first place. Coach Nie followed her alright, so she should be fine and, really, she is thankful for this amazing opportunity. But now she kind of regrets giving up her Lanling citizenships in order to move back to her mother’s home country and fence for the Qishan national team. She understands the language to some extent, but the people there immediately notice her accent and they glare at her whenever she speaks.

Coach Nie moved country as well just to make a champion out of her and, although he respects her for the choice she made, Qingyang knows he misses Qinghe and the people he left behind.

Getting into the national team was nothing compared to the impossible task to fit in and live a normal life. Even her new teammates don’t talk to her unless it’s strictly necessary and they always speak in that quick dialect of theirs just to gossip behind her back. Some of the guys in the male team are actually friendly and manager Xiao Xingchen is always offering to help her with this or that. Meng Yao had to leave Lanling to make the team and even his mother is, coincidentally, from Nightless City just like hers. She doesn’t like Xue Yang: barely seventeen, never heard of manners in his life, but he’s a genius in his own way and Qingyang has a lot to learn from his swordsmanship. However, his younger step sister A-Qing is the loveliest girl and the foulest mouth on the planet whenever she begrudgingly cheers for him, so maybe Qingyang could, potentially, relax a bit and have some fun while training.

But no. Their respective teams captains are actually evil and want them to suffer through impossible training sessions just to let them bask in glory without doing much themselves. Wang Lingjiao especially hates Qingyang’s guts and does everything in her power to make her leave.

It’s not Qingyang’s fault if her disgusting boyfriend had tried to give her a lift home too many times already. She wouldn’t even accept a drink from Wen Chao, let alone a lift. But one day Qingyang has enough, honest to the gods she has.

So it’s with a hollow heart that she stumbles into a random library to check if they have something to consult for her anxiety... when she sees her.

The girl that lives above her in her new apartment complex with her Grandma and younger brother. The one who always scowls at her because she never gets the trash out in time. The one who their landlady refers to with the ever lovely title of “our little overachiever” and “med-school dropout” any chance she gets. The one who apparently went to Lanling University along with Qingyang’s cousin ZiXuan and was the top of their class. The one who always runs around with the child she babysits for the rich couple at the end of the street.

And fuck no, Luo Qingyang’s not gonna mess with that.

So when she readies herself for yet another awkward encounter with the angry looking woman, the last thing she expects is to be welcomed with a blinding smile.

“Welcome, how can I help you today?”

And if Qingyang has to rely on some forced pleasantries between retail worker and client just to experience some human connection... so be it. It may be sick to ask for kindness this way, but she’ll make do.

She has to.

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Wen Qing hates her job. Not because she hates books, although she’s not a great reader herself (save from poetry, but nobody needs to know that), but because her boss is the epitome of “welcoming host” and she’s suffering from a chronic case of resting bitch face and forcing smiles is the last thing she wants out of life.

She came back to Qishan to look after her grandma after she broke her femur and her brother Wen Ning is studying to become a teacher and the final exam is nearing. Wen Qing didn’t want him to drop out to look after their grandma, so she left her fancy scholarship behind and came back.

XiChen is her boss at the library and took her in after his brother WangJi asked him to: Wen Qing and A-Yuan are distant cousins, but she and her brother didn’t have a job by the time the child became an orphan and their grandma was too old to look after him; hence, WangJi and his husband Wei Ying adopted A-Yuan and didn’t want him to live separated from his original family, so they moved in Qishan and frequently meet with the Wen’s.

Wen Qing feels bad about dropping out of university, but she refuses to regret it since she’s more than happy to look after her grandma. ZiXuan is a pediatrician now and several years have passed since they were classmates and competing for grades, but he checks on her through video chats every once in a while.

(ZiXuan is -coincidentally- Qingyang’s cousin and they talk a lot more than what they used to do now that he’s married and his wife is waiting for their first child. Turns out, ZiXuan is a secret matchmaking mastermind now that he is happily married and has matured enough to want his dear ones to be happy as well. So he plants the seed of curiosity in Wen Qing’s head by talking about his “hot and exceptionally talented fencer cousin who could possibly bench press a grown man. have I mentioned she’s hot?”)

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(“Ew, do you think your cousin is hot?” / “Hot as in... lesbian terms, you get me” / “No. I really don’t. I’m straight.” / “Sure Wen Qing. Sure.”)

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Qingyang keeps going to the library after her practice, in full gear and with her hair messy and red cheeks just to see Wen Qing smile at her and being forced to be nice to her. She absolutely knows the other woman is forced to do so and so she annoys her with pleasantries and silly things, but she never outright flirts with her [the lesbian courtship prevents the subjects from using such direct and straight(pfffffft)forward ways of approach, obviously].

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(“I’m so sorry for forgetting about the trash the other day” / “That’s [*clenches fists*] fine. Don’t worry about it” / “Will you forgive me, Miss Wen? Really? [*Qingyang used ‘Bambi eyes’. It’s very effective!*] / “Don’t worry, that’s fine [*Wen Qing wishes the ground could swallow her whole. The nerve!*])

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Wei Ying obviously befriends Luo Qingyang: he has to. He’s never seen Wen Qing this flustered in his life and he needs something to entertain him while Lan Zhan is at work. So he meddles bc he’s a little shit, but we all love him for it anyway.

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(“Did you make a library card yet or...?” / “I don’t want to give that woman my ID, she might call the police on me once she gets a hold on my name” / “You literally live in the same building” / “It’s a big building. And I always misplace the trash, I’m afraid she’ll call the police on me saying I’m actually hiding a corpse in my apartment. No thank you” / “It’s a library subscription, not a birth certificate for gods’ sake” / “I’m not risking it, Wei Ying” / “Then I’ll tell you what to do.......”)

The next day at the library...

(“I want to get a card” / [*internally screeching* “took you long enough, wasting my time”] “Name?” / “MianMian”)

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Which is apparently the wrong thing to say, because Wen Qing loves poetry and goes ballistic for any reference she can pick in normal conversations. So when she hears ‘MianMian’ she immediately goes “Then my name is YuanDao” and it’s like a fucking switch has been pressed and now WEN QING IS THE ONE PURSUING but Qingyang doesn’t know anything about poetry and doesn’t know what to do. She’s created a butch monster who actually genuinely smiles at her now and that’s too powerful for a small femme like her holy fuck.

O_o

Additional content: Jiang Cheng goes to a million blind dates until he meets XiChen out of fucking nowhere and they move in together two days later + Meng Yao seduces Nie MingJue with hot fencing routines without even sparing a glance at the older man (his drive is focused only on the medal and... for NMJ that’s kind of hot) + Wen Ning is actually a heartthrob but he’s not interested and runs away from people actually swooning at his feet left and right + Xue Yang is not a criminal and only wants his sister to finally get the service dog of her dreams + Song Lan is a referee but he gets distracted by the Qishan team manager bc... boy is he fine

o_O

[I’m suffering. Can someone write this I do not have time to commit to my own writing and I don’t trust myself with the delivery.

I’m but a tiny prompt-machine help me D:]

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[unicornofdanger]

The Library

Author's note: I have spent all day writing and typing this so I hope you all like it. I will start on the Little Flower part two and another Draco one-shot later this week. My weekend has been kind of terrible. My grandma feel yesterday and broke her femur above the knee so my mom went to see her and then the power went out for a while and then my dad and I had to go get my sister from gymnastics and on top of that I had a terrible head ache so I’m surprised this is even done. Love you all.

Requested by @a-court-of-stydia

Parrish x reader

warnings: None

Words: 1253

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“What are we going to do now,” Parrish asked the group of teenagers. All he got were shrugs for a response.

   “Well you said Y/N was going to do more research. Maybe she will find something useful,” Scott finally piped up from where he stood across the steel table. They all nodded at his statement, they could use all the information they could get. The pack had spent hours going over the new creature that was roaming the mountains of Beacon Hills and hadn’t come up with much. They had no idea who it was or, really, what it was, they were clueless. That’s why Y/N  had left a few hours before to do research on her own without the chaos and yelling.                                ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~        Y/N huffed as she scrolled through the website displayed on her laptop. She was stationed at a table in the town library, surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of books about anything of the supernatural sort. Before she had pulled out her laptop she had flipped through every book she could find that would have what she needed. Nothing. All the books she had collected mentioned nothing that could be the creature that was at large. Since the books didn’t help, she resorted to the internet, hoping it would have better results.                                 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   “We can’t do that,” Parrish said, his voice a little harsh after Stiles came up with yet another stupid plan.

   “Why not?” Stiles whined. Parrish gave no answer, instead he grabbed his phone of the table in front of him and turned it on. 12:47 was displayed on the bright screen, no texts, no missed calls from Y/N and he was starting to worry. He started texting her around nine to see how it was going and got no answer. Since then he checked his phone every ten minutes and texted multiple times hoping for a response.

   “Stiles we don’t have time for this,” Scott started to explain before looking at the Deputy across the table. At that moment the clinic went silent. No one spoke, no one needed to, they had the same thoughts going through their heads “Do you think-”

   “I don’t know.”

   “We should go find her then,” Lydia suggested. Without another word the pack shuffled out of the room to the parking lot.

   “The first place to check would probably be your place, Parrish,” Scott called to him from Stiles’ jeep. Parrish nodded and jumped into his truck, turned it on and drove out of the parking lot with the pack in tow.

   Parrish tried to focus on the road but he found it to be extremely difficult. All he wanted was to make sure Y/N was safe. He couldn’t lose her. He knew, in the back of his mind, introducing her to the supernatural was a terrible idea. As he drove to their shared apartment he tried not to think of all that could have happened to her. She could have been kidnapped, beaten, even killed, the list just goes on. He had to find her.

   Twenty minutes later Parrish and the pack pulled into the dimly lit parking lot. He parked the truck, shut off the engine and ran through the main door of the building. Entering the building, he raced up two flights of stairs and down the hall to their apartment door. The rest of the pack weren’t as fast and reached Parrish right before he unlocked the door. He took the key out and started to search the apartment. Parrish saw no sign of Y/N anywhere in the apartment, coming to the terrifying conclusion that she never came home. With that thought running through his mind, Parrish trudged to a kitchen bar stool and sat, letting his mind go everywhere.

   “She may have broke down on the way here,” Liam suggested but it came out almost as a whisper. The pack could do nothing but stare at the man who was starting to crumble inside. The silence became depressing, there was so much they could do but no one knew where to start and there was nothing that could be said to bring comfort to him or even to themselves for that matter. All they could do was wait a while and pray. Pray Y/N was somewhere safe and unharmed. So the group quietly made their way over to the couch to wait it out.        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   Y/N woke up and lifted her head off the table to find a piece of copy paper stuck to her cheek. Removing the paper, she turned her phone on. One the screen three bright letters were shown, 1:47. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Y/N started to remember what she was doing before she fell asleep. She was researching a creature for the pack before exhaustion took over while she was reading the paper that was previously stuck to her face.

   Y/N started grabbing the loose papers and put them in her bag that was placed in the chair next to her’s. She shut her computer and placed it with the papers. Y/N had a friend who worked at the library and let her stay as long as she wanted as long as there was no mess. Doing what she promised, Y/N started stacking the books at the end of the table and placing the important ones in her bag. When she was finished, she grabbed her bag, pushed the chairs in and headed for the back door.

   Once she reached the parking lot, Y/N searched her bag for her car keys. By the time she found them she had reached her car. Getting in, she started the engine and drove out of the parking lot into the empty streets. The library was a good 15 minutes from her  apartment, so it didn’t take long before she pulled into the apartment parking lot. She turned the car off, grabbed her bag and headed for the front door. She climbed the stairs and walked down the hall to her apartment, her heels clicking against the wood flooring as she walked.        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   The pack could hear heels hitting the floor outside of the apartment door, the heels stopped once they reached the door. Parrish stood as he heard the doorknob twist. The door opened to let Y/N fully walk in. She shut the door and walked further into the room. “Where the hell have you been?”

   “Riding a llama in Neverland. Where do you think?” Y/N exclaimed sarcastically, exhaustion starting to take over once again. Parrish couldn't be mad at her right now, she needed sleep and he was so happy to see her. “I was at the library doing research.”

   That’s when it finally clicked for everyone, it was also their cue to leave. They all bid their farewells and exited the apartment, all happy to know Y/N was safe. Parrish walked up to Y/N after they left and encased her in a tight hug. “Don’t ever do that to me again. I was so worried that something happened to you.”

   Y/N returned the hug and nestled into his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I lost track of time and fell asleep.”

   “I love you, Y/N. Let’s get you to bed now, shall we.” With that Parrish took her bag and placed it against the counter before escorting her to their bedroom. Before they reached their room Y/N stopped, turned and kissed Parrish.

   “I love you, too.”