if you’re struggling for AU ideas take a look-see at this list i wrote for my friend who dubbed it “better than the 10 commandments"
1) Coffee shop AU
Barista and person who has a ridiculous coffee
I’m worried about your coffee dependency
you accidentally poured boiling hot coffee over
me so you’re responsible for taking me to A&E
you give me a different fake name every time you
come into starbucks and I just want to know your real name bc ur cute but here
I am scrawling “batman” onto your stupid cappuccino
Flower shop AU
You buy a weird amount of flowers and I’m
concerned as to why
I’m allergic to flowers but I work in a flower
shop – you’re a customer who’s very confused as to why I’d do that
(this is also a good way to incorporate flower
meanings eg, buying certain colours/types for person to represent feelings etc.)
You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m
tracking u the fuck down
I work in the library and I’m a little concerned
for your health bc you never stop studying
The library’s pretty empty save for you and me
and OH that couple making out loudly in the shelves somewhere
Awful first time meeting
I accidentally punched you in the face when I
was too overexcited about something
I thought you were my friend who’s just done
something awful to me (read: cut my hair while I slept, dyed all of my clothes
pink, etc. etc.) because you look similar from behind so I stormed up to you
and shoved you from behind while calling you an asshole
You get the gist to this one
Oooh when you told me your name I thought you
were joking because it’s fucking awful and I made a joke about it and things
got awkward real fucking fast (perfect for a Hannibal au just saying)
Weird places to meet/awkward meetings in general
We live in the same block of flats but haven’t
ever talked and Sunday morning we were both doing the walk of shame and had to
stand in the lift together
“okay I know that being in the woods at 2am is a
weird thing to be doing but my friend called me and- wait, why are you in the woods at 2am, fuck I’m going
to die aren’t I?”
A personal favourite of mine – first day at a
new job and oh fuck my boss is the person I drunkenly hooked up with last
We keep accidentally running into each other I’m
not a stalker I swear
You live across from me in our apartments and we
smile when we see each other but we don’t really know each other and oh you’re
the stripper at my friend’s stag do/hen night fuck this is really uncomfortable
“My shower’s broken but I’ve got a date tonight
could I possibly use your shower please?” “Oh sure (neighbour that I’ve been crushing on for the past six months) of course you can use my shower to get ready for your date (fuck fuck fuck)”
Friends to romance – pining and all that
You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for
advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you
I really like you but you’re my best friend’s ex
You’ve liked me for ages and were really obvious
about it and I didn’t like all the attention but now you’re over me I really
miss it and fuck I think I like you too?
Somewhere along the way of getting into bar
fights together, staying up all night with movie marathons, other friendship
things, I’ve fallen in love with you but oh my god this could ruin EVERYTHING
Friends with benefits oh wait I like you
FAKE DATING HOLY SHIT I LIVE FOR THIS
It’s my highschool reunion and I need a hot date
so I can rub it in the faces of the people who hated me
My homophobic parents are coming to visit will
you pretend to date me as an extra “fuck you”?
There’s a person who won’t stop bugging me will
you pretend to be my partner so that they’ll fuck off?
I told my sister I have a boyfriend so she’d
stop trying to set me up with people but now she’s coming to visit and I’m in
too deep I need a fake boyf ASAP
The first words your true love(s) will say to
you are tattooed on you and why the fuck are their first words something really
ridiculous like ‘I’ll pay you a tenner to punch me in the face’ or ‘quick
what’s your favourite animal’ or ‘fucking shit hell holy fuck wow oh my god
jesus h Christ fuck me’ etc. or even worse a really ridiculous song lyric like the opening lines of uptown funk or a high
school musical song or smthing did you have to serenade me the first time you
saw me asshole?
You get an ‘impression’ of your soulmate when
you turn 18 or something but all I got was a strong smell of bananas or an
overwhelming feeling that Thatcher was a good prime minister or an image in my
mind of a fucking unicorn
The more ridiculous the better actually
Something like whenever your soulmate sings a
duet you can’t help but join in and my fucking soulmate is in a goddamn band
but I can’t sing for shit
Or maybe something like soulmates always sneeze
at the same time and I cant be sure but me and this kid in my French class just
sneezed at the same time are we soulmates or was it a coincidence (proceed w
character trying to make themselves sneeze around said person to see what’s
Alternate universes for real
Siren and asexual pirate who doesn’t understand
why all his crew are losing their shit that person has a nice voice sure but
what the fuck is happening
We live in a world where the greek gods are real
and you went and got yourself cursed and now I have to go on a fucking quest to
sort this shit out why do I love you again?
Pacific rim au (either they’re drift compatible
or one of them is a ranger and the other stresses constantly bc what if they
die yes I have read a fic like this no I didn’t come up with this one but it’s
fucking good) (also if you haven’t seen that film go watch it now)
Literally any movie or book universe you like
tbh just go for it
Other aus that I like
I wanted to go on the ferris wheel but there has
to be two people to a cart come on random person let’s go oh wait are we stuck
at the top? Fuck
We work in the same office and you have a
goddamn squeaky chair and you wONT FUCKING STOP SQUEAKING IT BECAUSE YOU KNOW
IT ANNOYS ME
Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and
I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this
It started to snow and I’m the only one of our
friends who would go outside with you – I soon found out why none of the others
would go out in the snow with you (this works best if they’re new friends who
don’t know each other all that well) when you shoved a handful of snow down my
back and declared snow war
It’s nowhere near Christmas it’s literally still
November would you calm down about Christmas wait no why are you getting the
tree out no stop please stop (if you do this pre-relationship you can have the
grouchy one secretly finding the other’s excitement endearing and falling in
love with them actually that works for established relationship too)
Current partner got a new job in America (or
other country far away) and we’re getting by on skype calls and emails but it’s
not easy and then I met someone new (can be poly or can be finding the OTP person)
You want us both to get in shape and I hate
working out/running but your ass looks really good in shorts oh the things I do
for my friends and their nice asses
on from 10.vii. you’ve caught me checking you out in what I thought was a
subtle way too many times and now you’re calling me out on it what do I do???
You’re an actor/other famous person that I
really admire and I just saw you in the street and as I was debating whether or
not to say hi you came up to me and
started flirting what do I do??
You were waving at your friend behind me but I
got confused and waved back at you and now I’m dying of embarrassment but you
think it’s cute
I sat down in the wrong class and I’m panicking
but don’t want to get up and leave because the class has started and you think
it’s hilarious and shut up you dumb fuck you don’t know me aahhh
I’m a waiter at this wedding and you’re a drunk
guest who will not stop hitting on me please I’m trying to work no I can’t
dance with you omg let me find you some water
best friends are that awful ‘cute’ couple that make-out in public and call each
other “sweetie” and “sugar” and “babe” and god they’re awful let’s talk about
how awful they are – develops into “shit we’re the awful couple now”
pissed me off in class so I threw a book at your head and now I’m in detention
and jesus fuck I hate you so much and the teacher made me apologise and wait
you’re cuter up close and the way you talk is kind of nice actually oh fuck no
Okay I could go on forever but this is over 1,500 words of
auing already I have too many ideas christ
This is an expansion of the following idea, written by the lovely @artemis69:
the coffee!AU, where John goes to the same coffee shop every day, and there is this very grumpy, quiet barista that always makes him amazing coffee and keep the best pastries for him. And one day the Sheriff learns that Derek is the one to bake them all, so he decides: this will be my son in law, I need a reason to have this man in my family for at least forty to fifty years. Then he matchmakes with no subtility whatsoever, basically offering his only son on a silver plate, Stiles spluttering all the way (but he takes Derek’s number anyway because the guy is just amazingly cute)
John’s on his regular morning stroll when he stops in his tracks and takes in the brand-new coffee shop, complete with a banner advertising their opening day. The little corner space has been boarded up for over a year, and John had no idea it was opening today.
Any new businesses are a boon for Beacon Hills, especially family-run ones like this one is rumored to be, so John ducks inside. It’s warm and homey, and there’s a pair of young dark-haired people behind the counter, close enough in features that they’re probably siblings. The quiet bickering points that direction, too.
They stop, though, when they see the Sheriff—the uniform tends to have that effect—and he pastes on his public servant smile. “Hi there. I saw this place was open and wanted to come on in and introduce myself. Sheriff John Stilinski.”
“Oh, it’s so nice to meet you,” the woman says, holding out her hand for a shake. A nice strong grip—John likes this girl already. “I’m Laura Hale, and I own this place with my brother Derek, our resident grumpy barista-slash-baker.”
Derek rolls his eyes at Laura, but his smile to John is genuine, if small. “Hi, Sheriff. Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise, son,” he says, perusing the case full of tempting sugary treats. “You made these?”
He nods. “Can I get you anything?”
John hums. “A medium coffee, and…any one of these delicious-looking goodies. You pick. Just don’t tell my son,” he adds, and Derek looks up at him.
“I have slightly elevated cholesterol,” he says, stressing the word. “Nothing to worry about, honestly. But he polices my diet. I don’t think he knows about this place yet, though, so this is great.”
Derek hums. His tongs hover over a muffin—lemon poppyseed, it looks like—before moving to another one. Raspberry-almond, according to the sign, and well, John isn’t picky. Derek drops it into a little bag and hands it over.
“Happy to help,” he says.
John thanks him and opens the bag. Laura’s still pouring his coffee, but it smells so damn good that he can’t resist.
“Wow,” he says, his mouth full. “This is delicious.”
Derek looks quietly proud, and Laura claps him on the shoulder as she reaches over to hand John his coffee. “On the house, today, Sheriff,” she says. “Thanks for stopping by.”
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he promises.
“Thanks, Nina,” John says dryly, leaning back so she can put his plate in front of him.
“You’re welcome, Sheriff,” she says with a friendly smile, ignoring his stink eye.
Stiles just grins at both of them and digs into his French toast. He insists on having their weekly father-son breakfast at Paulie’s Diner because no matter what John orders, Nina will only bring him an egg-white omelet with a dry English muffin. Stiles must have some serious blackmail or be paying her off somehow, and John is, he has to admit, grudgingly impressed.
“Don’t look so bummed out, Pops,” Stiles says, around a mouthful of what’s surely syrup-drenched deliciousness. “At least I let you have turkey bacon.”
“It’s not the same,” he says grumpily, poking at it. “But at least I’m getting a steady stream of baked goods now.”
Stiles glares at him. “Are you serious? From where? I thought I had paid everyone off.”
He knew it. “I’m not telling you,” he says, a little displeased with how childish he sounds.
“Fine,” Stiles says, sniffing. “I’ll figure it out, you know I will.”
He will, John knows. Goddamn, he loves his kid, even if his life goal seems to be depriving John from any and all delicious food. “And speaking of, I met someone the other day,” he starts, and Stiles gasps theatrically, his hand coming up to cover his mouth.
“Is this you crapping all over my dream of having Melissa as my stepmom?”
John sighs at the reminder. Melissa is…well, she seems happy with that Argent guy. Whatever. He’s not bitter.
“Not for me, Jesus,” he says, shaking his head. “For you.”
“Oh my god,” Stiles says, slumping back in the booth. “Eye roll” is too mild, John thinks. It’s more of a whole head roll. “Seriously, Dad, I’m only 25. You don’t have to marry me off quite yet. You’ll get your grandchildren someday, I promise. Stop trying to set me up with people.”
“I’m just trying to be helpful!” John protests. “He seems nice.”
And makes really good treats, he adds in his head. That’ll be a good trait for a son-in-law.
“And who exactly is he?”
John pauses. “I met him at the aforementioned undisclosed location.”
Stiles snorts. “Find out if he actually likes dudes, then get back to me.”
Dating ((Tom Holland)) Peter Parker Would Include… || Peter Parker x Reader
a/n: not like my usual imagines but i thought this would be fun! :-) also this is pretty dumb but i enjoy it!! SORRY THIS WAS LONG BUT I HAD FUN and i didn’t want to leave too long of a break before the next imagine
before you were dating though peter would’ve been so scared to even approach you tbh
“there she is, go talk to her! hey (Y/N)!”
“oH MY GOD SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE–oh hi (Y/N)!”
and then, when pete finally got the balls to ask you out, he would almost cry out of happiness when you said yes
like when you say yes, peter is already waiting for rejection, so he flips his shit
he would also be so awkward while asking it, fiddling with his sleeves
“hey (Y/N), I was wondering if…I dunno maybe…if…you would…”
“are you okay peter? Is there something you want to say??”
(externally) “ok cool, yeah see you tonight (Y/N)”
then when it’s time for the date peter takes you out to dinner bc he’s classy
he’ll take you somewhere expensive and nice because he needs to impress
peter sHOWING UP IN A SUIT!! AND STARING AT YOU BC YOU’RE GORGEOUS
“hey peter!! you look great!!”
he just stutters and is like “yeah..you look great too..damn”
then the date goes perfectly and leads to loads of other dates
and he’s super respectful and treats yOU RIGHT!! GET YOU A MAN LIKE THAT!!
when he asks you to be his girlfriend he’s just as nervous as asking you out
“what’s wrong peter??”
“will you be my girlfriend?”
and when you guys are official he still asks for your permission to do things
“can i kiss you?”
“oh my god of course you can we’re dATING”
whenever you’re insecure about whatever your man is THERE
“i swear, you are the most amazing person i’ve ever met”
and he tells you that he’s spiderman after you’ve been dating for about 2 months
you (understandably) freak the fuck out for his safety and general well being
him assuring you that he’ll be safe, and that because of you he’ll be even more careful because if he gets hurt you’ll have to date someone that’s not him
which is “unjust” and “practically a crime”
also peter is always so ecstatic when you do literally anything
“yes babe! good job!!”
“babe all i did was finish this worksheet wtf”
also that boy has a fucking great body is all i’m sayin
and i’m just saying that y’all would have great sex
like kinky shit because peter deffo has a few kinks
not a daddy kink though he probably thinks that shit’s weird but deffo a hair pulling kink
also can we talk about hOW HIS AUNT LOVES YOU
she literally was so happy for both of you that you guys are dating
after she met you the first time she was just smiling
“so may what did you think?”
“SHE WAS SO CUTE PETE I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!”
peter always going to may for advice too
him saying the first “i love you” on accident
like you two are just on his couch eating pizza and he just says it
“god, i love you”
“I mean…you know what? I really do love you.”
“I love you too Peter”
also peter isn’t big on pda but you love showing him off (who wouldn’t)
whenever you initiate pda, peter always holds your hand or kisses you back
not fighting that often but when you do it’s BAD
and you both end up crying tbh because that’s how much you love each other
always making up though
being the school’s lowkey/chill/cutest couple
geeking thE FUCK OUT TOGETHER BECAUSE YOU’RE NERDS
and sometimes being fake excited to make peter happy
just making each other happy
loving each other unconditionally
also if u like this pls tap that little heart over there bc it really motivates me to write more and i appreciate every single one of you ♡ and if you ever have an issue (spelling/grammar or even the concept) just dm me!
my brain: there’s a place where we don’t have to feel unknown oh my god everybody needs to see this and every time that you call out you’re a little less alone i can’t stop watching this video seventeen years old if you only say the woooooord take five minutes this will make your day FROM ACROSS THE SILENCE YOUR VOICE IS HEEAARD OOOOOOOH share it with the people you love, repost the world needs to hear thisa beautiful tribute OOOOOOOOH i know someone who really needed to hear this today so thank you evan hansen for doing what you’re doing OOOOOOOH i never met connor but coming up here reading everyone’s post someone will come runnning it’s so easy to feel alone that ooooooohhh evan is exactly right ohhhhhhh we’re not alone oooooooh none of us none of us none of us are alone like especially now oooooh with everything you hear in the news someone will come runninglikesharerepostthank you evan hansen for giving us a space to remember connor oooohhh someone will come running to find each other thank you evan hansen OOOOOHHH thank you evan hansen take you hoooooomeOHHHHHOOOOOOHthank you evan hansenOOOOOOOOOHEVEN WHEN THE DARK COMES CRASHING THROUGH WHEN YOU NEED A FRIEND TO CARRY YOU WHEN YOU’RE BROKEN ON THE GROUND YOU WILL BE FOUND
How do you think aliens would react to human nose bleeds? Or the fact that most of the time human beings dont require medical attention for them?
“Oh shit,” Officer Jones said, drawing Wermng’s attention to
them. A gruesome sight met xem – Officer Jones’ face bleeding heavily. Wermng
was about to call for a medic when the human next to Officer Jones – Officer
Williams – spoke up.
“Oh man, that sucks,” they said
conversationally, handing Officer Jones a serviette.
“Yeah, I guess my room was too dry
or something,” they replied with a shrug, sounding way too calm for someone who
very clearly had a head injury.
“Officer Jones, what medical
treatment is necessary to save your life? While Officer Williams have taken
actions to help you, I doubt tissue will save your life,” Wermng said, rising
to xir full height to be able to move as quickly as possible once an answer had
Officer Jones said something in
response, but the words were muffled through the serviette and blood. Fortunately,
Officer Williams conveyed the message. “It’s fine, honestly. It’s just a nose
“Yes, I realise that their nose is
the part that is haemorrhaging heavily, I am trying to ascertain what I can do
to be of assistance.”
“No, Wermng, you don’t understand.
It’s fine. They’re fine. These things
just happen to humans sometimes,” Officer Williams explained, surely in an
attempt to make a ‘joke’.
“What for? What beneficial effect
could that possibly have?” xe asked.
“Well, none. Like I said, these
things just happen sometimes. It’s annoying, but it usually passes pretty
quickly,” they said with a shrug. Xe was about to call them out on their joke
when xe saw Officer Jones nod – a human sign of agreement.
“And you are going to be fine,
Officer Jones?” xe asked, getting another nod.
“Alright,” xe said. “If you’ll just
excuse me. I need to have a conversation about updating the humanities guide,”
xe explained before leaving the room, queasy by the sight of all that blood. Xe
would have to check with another human before having the conversation, but it
definitely needed to be included in the guide if it was true.
Xe alerted the nearest medic to
their situation regardless.
It had been exactly six days, four hours, and forty-two minutes since you had spoken to Peter or Ned. You didn’t really know how to act like a normal human being without their obnoxious tactics ringing in your ears of every second of every day. Especially since your small crush on Peter was slightly creeping up on you as the days passed on. They were your best friends, always had been. But, this time, it wasn’t a delicate topic, apparently.
You had walked up to them at lunch almost a week ago, clutching your lunch tray with both hands, a smile plastered on your face as you were excited as all to tell them your news about the algebra test getting pushed back to Thursday. All three of you stayed up so late the night before studying for that test, and by the end of the night, none of you had any idea what was going on, which was odd. You usually nailed math within three seconds. But not this time. So, your excitement was very evident on your face.
You approached them, Peter’s back slightly turned around as Ned followed the position, their eyes fixate don something clearly much more important than lunch. Your eyebrows furrowed on confusion as you set down your backpack next to you and your lunch tray in front of you, taking a seat at the gray lunch. Your stare becomes more intent, neither of the boys turning around to notice presence.
“Uh, hello?” you questioned, knocking your knuckles against the hard surface. All of the sudden, their ears perk at the the sudden noise, both heads turning around completely.
Eyebrows raised, you make direct eye contact with Peter, his brown orbs widening at the sight of your presence, “Oh! H-Hey, Y/N.”
Ned’s hair falls in front of his eyes, a guilty yet seemingly confused smile rolls over his lips, shoulders slouching a little, “Heyyyy,” he said, rolling out the ‘y’.
Your arms fold across your chest, suspiciously giving them a stare down, eyes narrowing as they slide from Peter to Ned, and back to Peter, “What are doing back there?” Your tone serious yet skeptical.
Peter shot you a weak smile, “Nothing!” he blurted out suddenly, eyes still widen at your suspicious glare. “We were just checking our work from Mrs. Smith’s lab yesterday.”
“Uh, no,” you interjected, shaking your head, looking at them as if they thought you were stupid, “We turned in our labs yesterday. They’re already graded, Peter.”
His mouth popped open and closed numerous times, looking like a gaping fish out of water, knowing he’d been caught so easily. You scooted up further on the sat, placing your folded arms on the table, “What were you really doing, Peter?” you questioned, your tension rising for the last time.
Ned shot up, belting out before Peter could say anything, “It’s nothing! We can’t tell you, Y/N. Like we really, can’t tell you.”
Peter looked from you to Ned multiple times before shaking his head up and down, signalling his agreement with Ned, “We just can’t.”
What was he hiding?
You felt your tension rise, ruining your previous thoughts, “I would never keep a secret from you two, ever,” you let out sternly, cracking your knuckles.
Lies. You’re such a liar.
Peter and Ned both looked at each other quickly before shooting you a guilty look for what felt like the thousandth time in a matter of five minutes. Your Y/E/C eyes pierced through Ned’s quickly, then shooting toward Peter’s gaze. Y/E/C pierced into his sparkling brown gaze and you felt disconnected with your best friend for the first time in your life. You share everything with each other, why not this.
You felt excluded and betrayed. Picking up your backpack, you roll your eyes in their direction once more before muttering, “Whatever. Guess we’re not as close as I had thought,” the words dripped like venom off your lips, anger bubbling deep inside you. You whisk away quickly, not looking back at what you had thought, your best friends faces.
The next few days, you felt the build up of tension between you and Peter. Every time he would see you in the hallway, he would give you a stern look before slamming his locker shut, ignoring your distant presence, and go to class. You began to realize your slight crush on him was fading, fast. You couldn’t believe how your two friends could keep anything from you, and Peter couldn’t believe you would be mad at him for something as little as an untold secret. He knew you would never keep anything from him, but this was just too big of a matter.
Or so he thought.
“Call Mr. Stark, Jane” you told your suit, yanking your mask off, revealing your sweaty face in the mirror gazing back at you.
“Calling Tony Stark..” Jane, as you liked to call her, initiated the call to Mr. Stark. You slumped down onto your bed, lying back on your pillow in complete exhaustion from this weeks past events.
“Miss Y/N, what can I do for you today?” Tony’s voice now evident in your ear.
You sat up immediately, wrapping your arm around your bedpost, “Yes, Mr. Stark, I was wondering if you had anything for me to possibly do? I’m very… bored,“ you said hesitantly but confidently, yearning for Tony to give you something to do to take your mind off everything going on around in your ‘normal’ life.
Tony’s breath was steady in the earpiece for a few moments before sighing heavily, "Okay, Miss Y/L/N, I have something, well someone I want you to meet. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but haven’t gotten around to it. Another… project.”
Your eyes lit up and your heart quickened at the thought of another superhero, “Yes, Mr. Stark! I would love to! Anything I need to know about this other… project?” you questioned, arms bending down to take off your blue and yellow suit, preparing for the mission.
“Yes, actually. They’re around your age, kind of annoying. Rather… talkative,” he said with slight annoyance in his voice.
You chuckled lightly, “Bye, Mr. Stark see you soon!” you yelled a little too excitedly before ending the call as you quickly shoved your suit into your bag. As soon as your foot hit the door mat, your mind instantly began to wonder into thoughts of this other super-human.
What were they like? Were their powers similar to yours? Not many people can teleport and or telepathically communicate with one another. Were they a guy? Oh god, what if he’s hot? Well, may be nice to have some eye candy your age on missions. What if I know them? Oh, c'mon, that’s almost impossible.Th chances of that happening are like a billion to one.
When you arrived at Stark Tower, Tony leading you to your so called 'mission’, your excitement ran up and down your veins. Your stomach did somersaults ever second as your feet kept a steady pace behind Tony.
Interrupting your thoughts, Tony, turned around to speak to you, still walking, “So, Miss Y/L/N, I have had this in mind for quite some time now. I just thought with being the only two teenagers on the team, if you met someone similar to you, you’d feel more comfortable,” he continued, typing in a pass-code on a tablet as you approached a huge gray door.
“But, you know of Spider-Man, right?” he questioned, eyebrows raised at your nervous gaze. Your eyes widened as the name rolled off his tongue.
“O-Of course, I mean he’s a new legend here,” you attempted to let out calmly as Tony still looked at you. “I had no idea he was so young.”
“Oh yes, he’s your age. That’s who I wanted you to meet today, but not 'Spider-Man’. The character behind the mask.”
Your stomach’s somersaults picked up. Oh my god, Spider-Man is a legend. You were a new trainee, so you looked in awe at this young yet legendary person behind the red mask.
Tony opened one last door, turning to you and stopping once you were inside, “Okay, I’ll send him out here. You stay here,” he smiled slightly at you as your head nodded vigorously in his direction. He walked behind yet another large door to retrieve your new colleague.
Okay, act cool. He’s just someone who’s just like you. Tony may even send you on missions with these boy, so you got this. When he walks in, just stick your hand out politely and say to him, “Hello, I’m-”
Your ears instantly heard the familiar sounding voice echo into your ears like something so delicate it would hurt if you didn’t understand what was standing right in front of you. The scratchiness of the tone hit you like a bus, interrupting your thoughts. Slowly yet threateningly, you turned around, glistening brown was what hit you first as your best friend Peter Parker stood in front of you, holding the unrecognizable blue and red suit by his side.
“Oh my god. You’re a superhero?,” you let out, eyes widening at the boy standing in front of you.
Peter blinked rapidly, his mouth barely able to let out any words at your figure holding the blue and yellow suit, “I-I don’t even know what to say.”
You nodded your head in agreement, slowly walking towards him. Your heart rate sped up and your face turned a bright red, due to the fact Peter knew your secret and you know knew his. Your eyes captivated his in a gaze for what felt like years, your breaths now mingling at your close proximity.
You were surprised by your next set of actions. Lifting a hand towards his face, you set it on his face softly, your hands laying on top of his muscular jaw bone, your voice in awe, “I just can’t believe it’s you.”
He smiledsoftly at your actions, his eyes scanning your face, looking for some kind of explanation. You then realized you now knew what kept you two from talking for a week. Your lips curled into a sly smile, “So, this must have been one big lab Mrs. Smith had to grade.”
His expression switched to a joyful one, reaching forward to wrap his arms around you. You followed him, your arms enveloping him in a bone crushing hug as he muttered in your ear, “You have no idea.”
“What’s wrong with Scott.” You asked as you cornered Stiles, who was about to rush after the Alpha, who was storming through the school as if
someone had angered him beyond reason.
“Urm, it’s complicated.” He muttered and Lydia glanced over
“You can tell us Stiles, we might be able to help, he isn’t acting
like himself.” She pointed out and Stiles nodded, taking a deep breath as he
gave Scott one last glance.
“I think he might be in… heat?” Stiles muttered and your
mouth dropped open until Lydia put her finger under your chin to close it.
“So, that’s why he threw Liam away from Malia this morning?” She asked and Stiles nodded. “And also, why he’s been avoiding (Y/N) … makes sense
he’d be most drawn to the member of the pack who needs the most protection.”
“Hey!” You huffed and they both gave you a matching look.
“You are the weakest, you’re human.” Stiles pointed out.
“You’re also close with Scott but you’re close with other
male werewolves, Liam, Brett, Derek and Isaac.” Lydia pointed out and Stiles
took another turn.
“So basically, he’s probably finding it really difficult to
be around you because he’s um… like I said possibly in heat.” Stiles muttered.
“That’s stupid, he’s a guy why would he be in heat.” You
“Reproducing would expand the pack faster, allows the Alpha
to mark a mate without actually turning said mate into a werewolf and it’d give
the alpha a chance to have some time with the betas and… strengthen their pack
bond?” Lydia offered and you made a grossed-out noise.
“Rhetorical question Lydia, anyway I’ll just ask Scott what’s
wrong and prove you both wrong.” You hummed.
“I don’t think you should.” Stiles muttered but you’d
already ducked out of the corridor to where Scott had vanished.
“Scott?” You called and followed the low continues growl to
a bathroom tucked away at the end of the corridor. “Scott, why’re you naked!”
You squeaked and grabbed at his jeans, hoping if you handed them to him he’d
get dressed as you tried not to look.
“I was too hot.” He mumbled roughly and moaned when you put
a hand on his forehead.
“Maybe I should ask if I can give you a lift to the hospital…
you can’t exactly ride your bike.” You mumbled, your eyes widening as he slowly
slid your hand down his neck and across his stomach, letting you pull away before he
could go any lower.
Summary: You’re a sophomore in college who always runs away from relationships. That is until you meets Jung Hoseok, the South Korean transfer who shows you what a relationship can be. Although you know it’s wrong since he’s your best friends Jimin’s new roommate.
(Again this is my old story from my Wattpad (5sos version on there) but I wanted a Hoseok story and to finish this one.) Plus I was listening to Selena Gomez’s song, Bad Liar and yeah.
“Kook?” you yelled threw the apartment. You waited until he answered, “Yes Puddin’?” He yelled back.
“Do you need me to wash any clothes for you? I have a little more room in the washer!”
“Yes, one second!” You heard him shuffle in his room grabbing his hamper. He walked through the den and kitchen to the laundry room. “Thank you, Puddin’.”
“You know Jimin called me Puddin’ the other day,” you said taking his clothes out and sticking them into the washing machine.
“That’s my nickname for you!” He pouted, leaning against the door frame.
It was true, ever since sixth grade. You never wanted anyone to call you by your name for some reason. You thought it might have been some teen rebellion thing. So when you came to school one day with a Harley Quinn shirt on Jungkook took that as the chance to call you puddin’ and it just stuck. You two had been best friends since and now you were in college together. It was your sophomore year at the University and you loved it. Your parents had also found the two of you an apartment close to the school, so you could “stick together,” as your parents called it. They always thought you two would end up together but you two were too close for that. You loved Jungkook but you could never be in love with him.
(Okay, well I meant to write headcanons but then it turned into this. Like I said in my previous post. It seems I can’t write anything less than a thousand words. This has been in my head for a while and I intended to write it as a full fic, but decided on writing it like this instead? I’ve been having serious Reggie Mantle feels lately, so here you go.This is also pretty much my Isaac Lahey fic, but Reggie. I’ve probably misspelled a bit, but it’s 3 am so I’ll edit it later. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and whoever reads this, I hope you enjoy.)
Reggie falls for the new girl
-The first time he sees you, he’s talking to someone
from the team in the hallway.
-The second his eyes land on you; he trails off on what
he was saying.
- “Reggie, bro you okay?”
- “Yeah who’s that?” he says pointing in your
- “Oh, that’s Y/N. She just started here today.”
- “Y/N.” he repeats to himself.
- “Yeah, she’s pretty cool. I met her this morning.”
-Even though his teammate is still talking, Reggie barely hears any it because he’s having a hard time not focusing on you.
-Reggie hates 5th period, so he always
shows up late.
-15 minutes’ pass before he decides he’s going to head
to class now.
-That’s when he sees you struggling trying to carry a
few books while you look over your class schedule.
-You’re late for your class because you have no idea
where it’s located.
- “Hey.” you hear someone say behind you. When you
turn around you’re greeted by a tall boy with a very nice smile.
- “Hey.” you say.
- “Here let me help you with that, Your Y/N, right? I’m
Reggie.” he says as he grabs the books out of your hand.
- “Thank you. Yes, I’m new here. Which is why I’m
struggling trying to find my next class.” You say looking over your schedule
There’s a continuity error in the FMA:B English dub.
While Ed and Al are searching for Mei, they ask around to see if people have seen Xiao Mei. They refer to her as a “weird cat.” Ed does this, Al does this, Mustang, Grumman, even Yoki. It makes sense considering most Amestrians have never seen a panda bear in their life. The closest animal Xiao Mei resembles then is a cat.
When Al first (accidentally) picks up Xiao Mei in episode 22, Ed’s reaction in the subs is:
He just calls it “that thing”, and then he and everyone else spend the rest of the series calling her a cat.
In the dub though
Ed recognizes her as a panda bear, then…seems to forget, and calls her a cat for the rest of the show.
Obviously it was just the result of a translator not realizing that, down the line, it was going to become an on-going joke that no one knows what Xiao Mei is. Easy, understandable mistake.
But in context, I like to believe it went down something like this
Al: By the way Brother, what did you call this little thing back in the car? Ed: Huh? I called it a panda bear. Why? Al: As in a Xingese panda bear? Ed: …Yeah? Al: As in those 7-foot tall creatures that live only in Xing? Ed: What’s your point! Al: My point is how the heck is a panda bear supposed to get all the way to Amestris from Xing? Ed: I dunno! It has legs, doesn’t it? Al: Yeah, tiny legs. The desert is enormous, Brother! Ling almost died crossing it! And he had supplies and body guards! So how exactly do you think a panda bear would pull that off? Ed: Ling’s theatrical! Frankly considering that Ling could cross the desert I take that as evidence that anyone could! Al: Okay, and what about the little detail that pandas are huge!? Ed: And how do you know? You ever met a panda? Al: No because I don’t live in Xing. Ed: Fine, fine, it’s a cat! It’s a cat okay!? Whatever. Why are we fighting about this? Why do you even have that thing still?? I said get rid of it!
Post-Promised Day, in the hospital someone finally asks what type of cat Xiao Mei is. Mei blinks, and answers, “Oh, no, Xiao Mei is a panda bear.”
Four nurses come running into the room to make sure everything is alright after hearing Ed scream, “I GODDAMN KNEW IT” at the top of his lungs.
Personally, I get excited when I can comment on another girl’s picture and be like, ‘Oh my god, you look amazing!’ Like, even if I don’t even know them or I have never met them before… . Sometimes, even when I’m outside! If I’m going around and going about my day. If I see someone, especially another woman, and I see that she has really beautiful hair or whatever, and I think that thought. Or I love her shoes. Or she smells really good. I’ll feel the need to actually, like, you know what? Let me actually tell her.
- don’t!! tell someone who is obviously dealing with tics or compulsions to stop or that theyre crazy or stupid or a twitchy freak or stare at them or make them feel uncomfortable. like i promise i Know i look weird. it’s p common to have anxiety abt vocal and motor and facial tics and how people notice and look. but i cant help it & i cant stop it any more than you can stop swallowing! while it’s possible to temporarily suppress tics, it’s uncomfortable and borderline painful sometimes and it’s unfair and often impossible for someone to suppress them for hours
- please don’t refer to tourettes a mental illness!!!!!! its a neurological disorder, as in a permanent and inborn alteration to the brain. also: its not temporary; its a disability. telling someone they’ll “get over it” or talking about “recovery” or a “cure” is similar to telling someone born without an arm that it’ll “grow back”. my brain is physically different to yours; it’s not a psychological thing. (edit to clarify: this isn’t meant to imply that mental illnesses all have cures/recovery, or arent disabilities! they can be just as permanent and affect people just as much as any neurological disorder)
- hooooo boy if someone tells you they have tourettes dont say theyre “making it up” or “faking it” because they dont have a swearing tic. coprolalia (compulsive swearing) affects a tiny minority of people with tourettes? don’t you ever think you know more about how someone else’s brain works and let alone tell them that they can’t be some way because of a damn stereotype!!!
- “oh wow you have tourettes? do you know lots of tourettes people then? i think x has tourettes bc of (nervous tic like playing w their hair/person likes to swear/stupid habit thats obviously not a tic) what do you think?” NO!!!!! often people have never met anyone else with tourettes. i’ve been advised against seeking a support group because of the high likelihood that i’ll adopt tics from other people there (which is a real and very annoying thing) and i know others have too. it’s pretty common to be isolated with tourettes. and im not going to diagnose someone else with a damn neurological disorder because you’ve noticed a nervous tic or some habit they have or because they have a potty mouth. that’s pretty out of line.
- “(overly sympathetic, pitying voice) oh wow this must be hard for you!! i’m so sorry!” this one is more annoying than anything ??? like. like yes it sucks sometimes but i guess it also sucks that people have to like. sneeze? or cough? or swallow or blink? i and others (typically) don’t want your pity. i’m used to this. yeh, i’ll complain about my speech being interrupted or a sore back etc from tics, but. this is how i live. if i wanted pity i’d ask for it!!! (this is also often accompanied with an “i hope you get over it soon!” which genuinely is infuriating though)
anyway @ any tourettes people (or other tic disorder people!!) i love u and ur tics and i hope youre never made to feel embarrassed or uncomfortable or isolated. youre rad as hell!!
note - i edited this to be less personal and less aggressive, so i’d appreciate if you could reblog this version instead of the previous one!! & if you have any tourette’s-related questions, my askbox is always open.
You couldn’t help but stare at the man sitting in front of you as he flipped a page of the book he was reading. You had your own book in front of your face to make your staring less obvious. How he could not feel your eyes making holes in his gorgeous head was beyond your understanding.
Loki raised his head as his brother entered the room looking for him. He raised one of his eyebrows in question. Oh God! The things this man did to you.
“Tony, the Man of Iron, is looking for you. He is in his lab.” Thor said in his thundering voice.
Loki sighed but did indeed get up to leave. You frowned. You were looking forward to spend quite some time with Loki which mostly involved you staring at him like a creepy stalker but you would take whatever you could get at this point.
Loki’s seat was now taken by Thor who was intently staring at you. The way he was staring freaked you out.
“Thor? Is something wrong?”
Thor tilted his head a little and squinted his eyes.
“You have feelings for Loki.”
Your eyes widened.
“Wha..what? No. No. No way. I mean..” you laughed nervously “ why would you think that?”
Amazing job, (Y/N). If he had any doubts before they would have simply vanished by now. Seeing the look on the blond God’s face, you mentally groaned.
“You were staring.” He simply stated. “You always are.”
You tried to hide your embarrassingly red face in between the pages of your book.
“Its that obvious?” you questioned already knowing the answer.
He smiled at you.
“I know everyone thinks he is evil considering he did destroy half of New York but the Loki I have been around isn’t like that. He is sweet. He makes me laugh. Whenever I am around him, its like nothing can go wrong. And he reads. Now, how often do you find a guy like that?” You rambled.
“So you love him!’’ He shouted.
“No! I like him!” You liked Loki. Definitely. But love still had a long way to go.
Your declaration was met with a confused Thor.
“There’s a difference. In our world, it’s called a crush.”
“A crush? Why a crush?”
“Well, I suppose if the other person doesn’t like you back….your — uh, heart gets crushed..?” You shrugged.
“That is just depressing.”
Don’t I know it.
“You should tell him, (Y/N).”
You opened your mouth to respond but was cut off by someone entering the room.
“Tell what to whom?” Loki questioned.
“I was telling (Y/N) to declare her feelings to the man she likes.” You stared open mouthed at Thor and missed Loki’s glance towards you.
“Right now I declare that I want to kill someone.” You said while glaring at the man sitting in front of you.
Thor ignored your statement and got up to leave. “Oh, and Loki. Please stop crushing her. “
You dropped your head in your hands hoping the sofa you sat on would just swallow you out of existence.
Loki sat beside you and on not getting any response from you , he nudged you.
“I am highly embarrassed right now so, we would have to talk like this. That is, if you want to talk.”
“Of course I want to. Spending time with you is my only highlight of the day.”
You could swear that your heart stopped.
You looked up at him.
“So, who is the man who has your heart?” he questioned.
“Someone I know my friends would not approve of. But with him around everything is just better, you know? He makes me feel special.”
Loki looked away from you.
“I don’t think he feels the same about me.”
He gave you half a smile and said, “Well, you are special. And he would be a fool not to feel the same way, not to cherish you.”
You were pretty sure that your heart would pop out of your chest any moment now. Well, then you could give your heart to Loki, literally.
You took a deep breath.
It was now or never.
“It’s you.” You couldn’t bring yourself to even look at him. Oh, the irony.
“Considering you are someone who reads a lot, you are kinda dumb.” You rolled your eyes. “Yes, you.”
Your throat went dry and your eyes burned. You felt like crying. At least he could say something. But even without words you had got your answer.
“I think I have embarrassed myself enough today”, you swallowed the lump in your throat,” so I am gonna go.”
“Stay. Please.” He took your hands in his and met your eyes with his own.
“I..uh, I never thought I could find someone for me. Everything I ever wanted was given to Thor because he was the worthy one. I did not believe that. You have helped since the day I have come here. You would choose to spend more time with me than Thor. It was the first time anyone chose me over my brother. But this time I do believe that I am not worthy of you. I am not worthy of your love, (Y/N).”
“Don’t you think that’s for me to decide?” you asked.
You brought your face closer to his and brushed your lips against his giving him a chance to pull away.
He did not.
You kissed him and he responded before you two pulled away to breathe.
I think it’s important for men to admit that [they have feelings]. Most men that I know are insecure but - for fear of being called a precious little snowflake - would never say anything. Yeah, I think if you read anything negative about yourself, it doesn’t matter who you are, you wonder why someone thinks that. And the thing that I couldn’t get my head around is I’d never met any of these people and they were having… you know, they just had woken up that morning and been like, oh, I don’t like him.
Ed Sheeran on reading negative Twitter comments, July 6, 2017. [x]
I knew I’d never be 100% happy with the AD reveal, but I think the fact that this knockoff Spencer is someone we don’t really know and never met before, she’s irrelevant to me and I’m kinda sad AD isn’t someone I actually trusted or cared about. That’s what would have made it shocking for me.