I hope everyone enjoys the final version! I worked really hard!

If you’re a person who needs that extra motivation to start doing your work, or to work just a tad bit harder, this might be the post for you! I’ve made a special list with beautiful movies with mixed genres that will surely give you that motivation you need to get where you want to. I hope you’ll have fun watching them!

1. Legally Blonde (2001)

A classic. Most of you have probably already watched this, but for those who haven’t, you won’t regret it! The movie tells the story of Elle Woods, who after being dumped by her boyfriend for not being “serious enough” decides to follow him to law school - to Harvard Law School! There she discovers she’s much more than her looks, and that she doesn’t really need a boyfriend to be the best version of herself.

Even though I consider the film very inspirational, it is also very light and funny, so you won’t even notice the time passing by as you watch it. Really worth watching it if you’ve recently been through the end of a relationship. Watch this, get your head up, and get back to work!

2. Monsters University (2013)

This one might be originally made for children, but who doesn’t love Pixar movies? Monsters University is the prequel to Monsters, Inc., which let us know how the loved characters Mike Wazowski and James P. Sullivan became best friends, and their experience at Monsters University. There, we follow Mike as he follows his dream of becoming a professional Scarer, despite of what everyone thinks of him.

If you’re the kind of person who enjoys animation, it will be very fun to watch and, at the same time, make you think about what you’re doing. Will you really care about other people’s opinions about you or work hard for what you want to become?

3. The Pursuit of Happiness (2006)

This highly emotional biographical movie, based on Chris Gardner’s struggles while being homeless, will certainly tell you a lesson about not giving up on what you believe in, and work hard. Like mentioned, we follow Chris Gardner as he tries in whatever way he can to build a better future for him and his son, while having no place to live and a position as a intern that pays no money. 

I admit I teared up several times while watching this one, but it gave me a totally different mindset. If I’m a person who has everything to follow my dreams and work hard, why am I not doing it? 

4. The Great Debaters (2007)

This movie shows us the story of how a black debate team, led by professor Melvin B. Tolson managed to become the first black debate team to go against Harvard’s own debate champions in the national championship. It’s based on a real article written about the Wiley College debate, which makes everything even greater! 

My opinion is that everyone should watch this movie, and understand the wonders you can do if you believe that all the things you want to achieve are possible if you work hard enough!

5. The Internship (2013)

This is the story of two old-school salesmen Billy and Nick that, after being downsized because of the digital age, decide to work for Google. Then, during the internship, they must work together with a group of young college kids to complete a series of tasks to finally be officially employed.

Other than the fact it’s a hilarious movie (well, at least that’s my personal opinion), I find this movie highly motivational because we see the two main characters managing to contribute to their group with what they can even though they know nothing about technology. They still manage to do well, so I think it has a really amazing message!

6. Good Will Hunting (1997)

This is movie is about Will Hunting, who has a really high IQ, but works as a janitor at MIT. Professor Gerald Lambeau finds out about Will when he manages to solve a very difficult graduate-level math problem, but he doesn’t only help Will with his academic life, but also with psychological problems he faces as he thinks about his relationships and his future. 

This movie is really redirected at thinking about your academic life, but also about what could be holding us back - sometimes we might need the help of others to overcome our problems, and see the better way out. 

7. The Social Network (2010)

Here we find out the roots of Facebook and the story behind it - who was Mark Zuckenberg and how he managed to create such a huge network? This is his story, and how exactly he managed to go from a college student to a multi-millionaire. Even though being rich isn’t and shouldn’t be everyone’s ultimate goal, this movie might be the right thing to really inspire you to turn the ideas in your head into concrete things. 

As of now these are my favorite movies I go to when I really need that extra motivation. I really think it’s a great idea to try and watch them before your exam season, before the start of a new term, or at any time of the year really! 

Good luck on your exams and happy studying! x

(English Subs + Text) Soraru and Mafumafu’s new Cooking Videos

”I tried making Sticky Ramen for my friend”
I’ve subbed Soraru’s latest video on his official channel where he tries to cook a meal for Mafumafu! :O If the English subs don’t pop up immediately, click the gear icon and enable them~

Below the “read more” is the full transcript for Mafumafu’s video!
Watch Mafumafu’s video here.
I can’t subtitle it because his channel doesn’t have community contributions enabled, sorry! ;_; But feel free to share the link to this post if you see people wanting to know what’s happening in the video!
This goes line by line and might be a bit hard to understand without the video side by side, so feel free to ask if you have any questions~ I hope you enjoy both videos! :)
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The Incident™

Rated: Explicit
Word count: 2673
Summary: Being roommates for as long as they had been, they really should’ve seen this coming before now… OR she saw his, then he saw hers, then they did something about it.

Thanks to @cutiepiemish who helped beta 😊

The Incident™

Betty was exhausted. She had just finished her fourth twelve hour shift in a row- “a story never sleeps, Elizabeth,” her mother would say- and she was so excited for her head to hit the pillow she could hardly see straight.

That’s probably why she didn’t hear the shower running when she entered her apartment, that’s probably why she didn’t notice the dirty clothes sticking out of the slightly open bathroom door, and that’s also probably why she didn’t register that her very handsome, very wet, very naked roommate was getting himself out of the shower and reaching for his towel when she barged in, until it was infinitely too late.

He screamed. She screamed. Neither of them moved. He was frozen in all his toned, lithe glory, completely exposed before her and she was equally frozen staring, embarrassed while simultaneously sending thanks to whatever gods happened to be on her side.

After several moments spent suspended in time, Betty broke the silence. “JUGGIE! Oh my god, I am so so so so so so sorry!”

It was as if her words snapped him out of whatever trance he was in. He scrambled for his towel to cover himself in order to preserve whatever modesty he still had. She tried to cover her eyes and step out of the steamy room to give him the illusion of privacy.

“It’s okay, Betts,” he assured her. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me almost naked before anyway, right?”

“Haha, yeah.” Except she hadn’t almost seen him naked. You’d think so, because they’ve lived together for the duration of most of their adult lives, but she had done very well at giving him the space she knew a twenty-something guy would want. She was his roommate, not his girlfriend.

The closest to naked she’d seen before that night was probably him sans shirt after a hard day of work with Archie and his father at the construction company. She’d never even seen him in his boxer briefs and absolutely never without his beanie.

“Okay, so I’m just gonna… go to my… room now. Okay?” He said, awkwardly trying to shuffle past her.

“Um, yeah. I’m just gonna… go to bed.” She forwent any bathroom usage and buried herself in her pillows, embarrassment and all.


She tried so hard to pretend that night never happened. Really, she did. Except she had always found Jughead attractive and after you see a body like his with a face like his and hair like his, it’s really hard to pretend you didn’t see a thing. So she avoided him the next day, and the day following that, until she was finally able to meet with Veronica.

“V!” Betty whined, shoving her face into a pillow, willing it to smother her shame. When that didn’t work she continued: “What do I do now? I mean, we’ve been roommates forever! You and Archie have known us forever! Did I just disrupt the dynamic of the Core Four? WHAT DO I DO?!”

Veronica struggled to hold in her laughter. Leave it to Betty Cooper to feel guilty about seeing a gorgeous man in all his glory, as if Jughead would mind. He’s only loved her for forever. “Uh, B? First thing’s first; get a hold of yourself. Secondly, you are aware that to Jug you may as well have hung the sun in the sky, right? He’s in love with you, sweetie.”

Betty rolled her eyes at Veronica’s suggestion. Seriously, she and Jughead had lived together for almost six years. If he showed any interest in her the way she had in him, surely he would have said something by now. Veronica continued despite Betty’s stubborn denial. “You should give him a peek, B. It’s only fair.”

“What.” Betty replied using a statement rather than a question. She could hardly believe Veronica would suggest such a thing. “How in the hell would you suggest I give him a ‘peek’ exactly?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Use your imagination. You don’t even need to tell him if you aren’t comfortable with it.” She paused, tapping a well-manicured fingernail against her chin. “Oh! I got it! Sometime when you know he’s home, run out of your bedroom in your lacy cheeky lingerie set. You know the one. When he sees you, pretend you didn’t think he was home and voila! Everyone is even and the two of you can bang and get it out of your system. Or marry him. Whichever”

Betty laughed. Whether Veronica was joking or not (Betty had a feeling she was not), she thought that her idea might actually work. It would, at the very least, help Betty feel less guilty.

The two women spent the rest of the afternoon discussing mundane topics while simply enjoying one another’s company before Veronica left for her and Archie’s apartment. “See you soon, B. And if you follow through, you better provide me with all the deets!” She spun with a flourish and took off towards the elevator down the hall.


That night Betty dreamt of smooth skin glistening with slick moisture sliding over her own warm, bare body, fingers exploring uncharted territory and tongues warring with one another through deep, intoxicating kisses. It was a really great dream and she most definitely did not want to wake up.


Betty, wearing her finest lacy lingerie set- light blue cheeky panties with a matching bra and garter- checked herself over in her floor-length mirror. Her bedroom door was closed and the rest of the apartment empty for the time being, though Jughead was due home any minute. She had a plan. She would hear him come in, put her earbuds in her ears, and strut her stuff “accidentally” in front of her roommate, feigning ignorance to the fact that he would be home at all.

She turned so that her butt was facing the mirror. Did she look alright? Would he think she was attractive? A very big part of her hoped so.

She finally heard the apartment door open then close again. She took a deep, centering breath and put the earbuds in their designated positions before turning on her playlist and heading out of her room.

She was disappointed, however, to find that he was nowhere to be seen. She could’ve sworn she heard the door though. She walked through their apartment and yanked her earbuds from her ears. “Juggie?” No answer. His bedroom door was closed, though, indicating he had probably gone straight there. Still avoiding the awkwardness, no doubt.

Well, Betty couldn’t exactly just barge into his room unannounced and nearly nude, could she? No. She went back to her room and threw some leggings on with a comfortable tee and ventured to the kitchen to dig up some lunch.

As she was standing at the stove watching her burgers sizzle, she heard Jughead’s door open. “Whatcha makin’, Betts?” He asked, leaning over her shoulder to get a better look.

“Your favorite, Jug. Grab some plates?” If this was the most normal they had been in several days, she would take it without complaint, despite her plan not having worked the way she would have liked.

She flipped the burgers and checked on the fries which were finishing up in the air fryer as Jughead brought two plates over. They worked together to finish their lunch, then sat down to enjoy.


After their lunch that day, everything seemed to be back to normal, except Betty found Jughead wore less clothing and more confidence around her. She both loved and hated this new version of him.

He was pretty much constantly in shorts if not his boxer briefs alone. No shirt. No beanie. His body wasn’t incredibly built, but more defined and toned with hidden hills and valleys of muscle. He had the body of someone who was much stronger than they appeared.

Betty really liked it.

But for the length of their friendship and their roommate status, he’s been boxed up in Betty’s mind as Jughead: Friend and Roommate and Totally Off Limits. This new Jughead made fitting into that box in Betty’s mind incredibly difficult.

She tried her hardest to ignore that feeling deep in her belly that suggested she needed a new box for him.


Betty was late as hell. She had a 20 minute commute to work and less than ten minutes before she was due to start. She was floundering around trying to find a damn shirt when she looked at the clock. She was so fired after today.

“FUCK!” She yelled as she started digging deeper… nothing she picked up looked as though it would fit or look right and she was about to break down and cry.

“Betty?” Jughead asked as he opened her door. “Are you… Naked! Oh god you’re naked fuck Betts I’m so sorry…” he was staring. Not covering his eyes. Apologizing, yeah, but made no move to correct his error before Betty grabbed the nearest thing she could find to cover herself. His eyes darkened.

“Hi, Jug,” she said, her voice a mixture of embarrassment and something… else. Satisfaction, perhaps, that her plan was carried out after all despite it coming into fruition in a completely unexpected and inconvenient way.

“Call off work, Betty.” He told her. It wasn’t a request but rather a very serious demand.

“Why?” She asked, noticing but trying her best to ignore the sultry look in his eye.

“Just… Do it. Please.” And with that, he turned and headed for his own room.


He was only gone a few moments before returning to her bedroom just as she was hanging up her phone. She, much to his dismay, had thrown a baggy shirt over herself in his absence.

“Did they take it well?” He asked her, the dark features of his face still taking in the parts of her that remained exposed.

“They said I deserved a day after all the extra hours I’ve put in. I’m off the hook.”

“Excellent,” he muttered as he strode toward her bed. “May I sit?”

She shifted to make room for him. In doing so, the hem of her shirt reached a dangerous position, nearly baring her to his hungry gaze. She could have sworn she heard him whimper, though he would deny it she was sure.

“So… That happened.” She laced her fingers together and placed her hands in her lap willing her forced, awkward smile to get the hell off her face.

“That it did. So. You saw mine and I saw yours.”

“Yep,” she replied, her lips audibly popping at the end of the word.

“And what should we do about that, Betty?” He asked, clearly suggesting he already had an idea of what he’d like to do. She blushed from her chest to her forehead. He tossed a devastatingly handsome smirk in her direction.

“Listen, Juggie. We’ve been roommates forever and more importantly friends. Whatever happens here today, let’s not forget that, okay?” Ever the voice of reason, Betty needed to say it.

Jughead nodded and she pounced.


She brought her hands to either side of his face and brought her lips to his in a bruising kiss, which he eagerly returned. His hands found her waist with ease as he pulled her onto him so that she straddled his lap, allowing their bodies easier access to one another.

“You know, you’re really sexy under all those layers, Juggie,” Betty said between breaths.

He let out a small chuckle. “Your body is incredible, Betts. Incredible.” His mouth connected with hers again, tongues tasting one another, before he added, “Your legs go on for days.”

Her mouth moved from his over to his jawline where she nipped, eliciting a growl from his chest which she was very eager to hear again. Her lips traveled from his jaw to his ear, down to the thick tendon in his neck.

His hands roamed her body as she tasted his skin. He filed away the hills and valleys of her form over her clothing before he grabbed the hem of her shirt and silently requested permission by tugging at it.

Betty nodded, permission granted.

She broke away from the spot she had been lavishing on his collarbone so that he could remove the only thing separating his hungry gaze from all of her. He tossed the offending article to the ground before bringing his hands to her breasts with a soft groan of appreciation.

“Betts, you’re perfect.” He lowered his mouth to one of her nipples while finding the other with his thumb. She rolled her hips over him in response.

“Are we really doing this, Jug?”

“Fuck, yes, Betty Cooper. Absolutely.”

“Excellent,” she replied before shoving herself off his lap. She kneeled beside him and encouraged him to help her remove his boxers. As he did so, she wasted no time feeling his impressive length. “I’ve wanted to do this since the day I saw you,” she said.

“Do wha-” Before he could finish his question, her mouth had descended. He uttered wordless praise and wound his fingers into her golden locks as she worked him with both her mouth and hand until he could hardly stand it.

He gently, and reluctantly, pulled her off him before he could finish. “Your turn,” he whispered urging her to lay before him.

He nudged her legs open. Starting at her feet, he softly drug his fingertips up her legs, approaching her inner thighs but he completely bypassed where she wanted him the most. He could see her desire, yet he couldn’t resist teasing.

He brought his mouth to her breast where he nibbled and kissed her nubs until she was practically panting his name, begging for his touch.

“What do you want, Elizabeth?”

“Your mouth, your fingers, your dick… just you. All of you. Please.”

He smiled before dropping his fingertips to her center. She was so wet, he had to taste her. Once his head was nestled between her legs, her fingers found his unruly black strands where she held on for the ride.

His tongue danced around her sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers pumped in and out of her, quickly unraveling her to a shaking mess. “Juggie, I’m so close,” she sighed. He quickened his pace until he felt her come undone. He slowly worked her through it before bringing his lips up to hers where he allowed her to taste herself.

Before she had a chance to say or do anything, Jughead had already procured the condom he must have brought from his bedroom and stashed somewhere in the bed and was rolling it onto himself. He lined up with her entrance and paused.

“Are you sure?” He asked

“Just do it, please! No more teas-ah!”

He thrust into her causing her words to get caught in her throat. He allowed her to adjust to his size for a moment before slowly pulling almost all the way out. Again he paused and after a moment pushed back in. Both Betty and Jughead became lost in the pleasure of it along with one another.

Through it all, their lips kept finding each other and hushed whispers were passed between the two of them. Why did we wait so long, you feel amazing, Juggie, please don’t ever stop, and I think I might love you along with I think I might love you too.

She shattered first, her inner walls fluttering around him causing him to tumble after, coming with her name on his lips.


“That was… wow.” Betty said.

“You bet it was,” Jughead replied as he laid back down beside her.

They sat in comfortable silence for several moments before he asked, “So where does this leave us, Betts?”

Her face lit up with a dazzling smile. “Well Forsythe, as long as you never call me Elizabeth again, you’re never getting rid of me.”

He smiled that kind of smile reserved for the best moments in life before wrapping himself around her. “You got it, Betts.”


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Inside Choices: The Royal Romance, Book 2

Just this spring, The Royal Romance: Book 1 kicked off with a dance in the palace ballroom of Cordonia. The whirlwind romance of the first book ended with a courtly plot against you. Who in the court can you trust? And how will you fight back? All will be answered in Book 2… and The Royal Romance will return at the end of September! To find out more about the upcoming book, check out the interview with The Royal Romance team below:

Soooo… how’s book two of The Royal Romance going? What’s next for our Cordonian crew?

Jeffrey: Well, next I’m probably going to go home, cook some vegetables, listen to a podcast, then socialize with some friends through the interwebs–

Oh, you meant the characters, not us. Well… In Book 2, we want to take the main character’s journey in a more experimental direction where she really discovers who she is and what she wants. First, she was living under the expectations of her role as a waitress in New York, then she escaped into the trappings of high Cordonian society. Now’s her chance to pursue her true self.

Kara: Even though we’re not releasing chapters right now, we actually started Book Two right after we finished Book One! I finished writing the last few lines of the Coronation and then immediately started writing the first chapter of Book Two! We actually had to do most of the planning while we were still working on Book One. We’ve got a lot of fun planned–even though things can get a little dire in the Royal Romance, the fun of being at court and spending time with your friends is still there. We’re going to travel the world, meet new people, build a barn, and probably talk more about hats.

It’s a pretty big understatement to say Book 1 had quite the cliffhanger. Can you tell us a little bit about where this is going?

Kara: I think the most striking thing about the reactions to the end of book 1 are how people interpret what happened differently. It all happens so quickly, and we only gave people a few lines to read into, but it really isn’t very much to go off of. You don’t know exactly how the Prince is feeling, or why he picks who he does. From the writers’ perspective, we jump right into writing Book Two, so there’s not much of a wait. I wish our players didn’t have to wait either, because a few weeks of being in suspense can go a long way! In Book Two, you’ll be able to finally fight back and figure out who framed you and Tariq in Book One.

Jennifer: I don’t want to say exactly where Book Two is going, but questions that were brought up during our brainstorming were: Who sent the blackmail note? Will Olivia come back? Who tried to sell the bachelor party photos?

I need to know. Will we get our happily-ever-after?

Jennifer: I think you can really tell by a writer’s favorite novels what kind of outlook they have on endings. My favorite novel is Pride and Prejudice, so you could extrapolate how The Royal Romance will end from that. On the other hand, Kara likes Wuthering Heights, and Jeffrey really likes Hamlet, so… take from that what you will.

Hm… interesting. Now given Olivia’s ancestry and other factors, Cordonia is essentially the modern day version of Stormholt from The Crown & The Flame, which had quite a bit of worldbuilding. What does worldbuilding look like for The Royal Romance?

Jeffrey: Worldbuilding is a delicate and intricate process. First, I like to devise an economic system because economics answers a few questions on how we organize ourselves. For The Royal Romance, we developed an export market for the Cordonian apple sector by defining the exchange rate between the Cordonian currency versus the Euro. We have spreadsheets, graphs, and everything. It’s very professional. In fact, if you look closely, you can see a subplot where Cordonians attempt to tackle the housing crisis and rising inequality.

Once you have an economic framework which people organize themselves around, you can move on to the stories engrained in the national identity. What do they believe and how do their surroundings and past traditions influence them? What are the dissenting points of view?

With these two pieces in place, you can finally embark on a 10-volume historical record following the rulers of Cordonia, which will prompt a body of work on Cordonian history from the perspective of the common people. When you can recite the third edition of the Encyclopedia Cordonia, the writing can begin.

Jennifer: Jeffrey will be publishing his next novel, “Cordonia: An In-Depth Look At A Glorious Peoples” in Spring of 2028.

Very funny. (Just so we’re clear, Jeffrey is joking. Sort of.) Out of curiosity, who’s your favorite character to write in The Royal Romance?

Kara: I love writing Maxwell. In the first draft of The Royal Romance Chapter 1, he actually didn’t exist, and Bertrand was your only host. But that world felt too flat and un-fun. I realized we needed someone more playful to be opposite of Bertrand, so that’s how Maxwell was born! (He was originally just “Nobleman 2”). Right away, everything in the group felt like it finally clicked, and everything got a lot more fun to write. Even though we had to do a lot of last minute changes to the plot, I think it was worth it. Now he’s such a major part of the book that it’s hard to imagine a world without him! I also love writing Hana and Maxwell together because they’re both very sweet and playful but in very opposite ways. Hana also kind of reminds me of Jennifer and Jessica in some ways… XD

Actually, it’s very striking to me how each of the three Royal Romance writers for Book One has influenced the world and cast. Jennifer gives everything a touch of formality and courtly grace, and Jeffrey brings in a lot of wacky humor about horses and hats and poodles. If I’ve added anything, it’s probably making Bertrand meaner, throwing in more silly group moments with your crew, and probably having Drake drink too much whiskey. (I don’t even like whiskey.) But overall, it’s really thrilling to see the world and the characters that come out of this combination.

Jeffrey: Madeleine. It’s fun to write someone who’s constantly trying to spin a situation to their benefit, and making power plays along the way. I’ve actually been writing for Madeleine since her appearance in Rules of Engagement: Book 2, so we’re practically besties.

And who’s your favorite love interest? *wink* *nudge*

Kara: I love them all! I probably end up writing the most Drake, but I often get to write some of the Prince’s speeches to you, and I love how considerate and loving he is. There’s nothing selfish or mean about him. He’s the kind of person that you’d want to be around in real life.

Jennifer: In my personal game, my love interest is definitely Drake, and I totally make Kara write him just so I can read his scenes and enjoy the romance. =) Writing-wise, I enjoy Hana the most because I feel like we have a lot in common, and some of her struggles with trying to please while simultaneously trying to figure out what will make her the most happy in the long-run really resonate with me.

Is there anything you’d like to tell the fans before Book 2’s release?

Jennifer: We hope you’ll enjoy the twists and turns we have planned for Book Two!

😱 🤔 Well, that’s something to look forward to! To everyone reading along… Check back at the end of September for the start of The Royal Romance: Book 2! And as always, we’ve got more on the way…


A RobRae college student/TA AU! :D I finally got around to writing for this ship after wanting to for so long. I guess I get oddly inspired at 2:30AM. Anyways, Dick is based more on his comic version than cartoon version (because I prefer him that way), so yeah. Expect a bit of goofball cuteness. Enjoy!

“I’m going to fight this,” she seethed through gritted teeth, slamming the file of papers angrily against the desk. “There’s no way in hell he can give me this grade and get away with it!”

To say that she was fuming would be an understatement.

Raven was on the dangerous path to murder. Her hands were shaking from the fury of the emotion.

A comforting hand was then suddenly on her shoulder, steadying her, and bringing her back to a semblance of reality. Leave it to Kory to remind Raven that homocide, no matter how tempting, was never a viable option.

“I know that English is your favourite course, but Raven, arguing with the TA isn’t always the best idea,” Kory warned her softly, not unsympathetic to her plight.

Raven was shaking with rage. It was all she could do not to crumple up all her hard work into a ball, and toss it towards the wall. She’d never admit it, but tears burned the backs of her eyes, yet she refused to cry in front of anyone.

He was going to change the grade, and she was going to make him. She wouldn’t leave his office until he did. Kory rubbed her back affectionately, not knowing how else to soothe the distraught girl.

“This is going to ruin my overall grade! This paper is worth over forty-five percent of the final mark, and my GPA will be done for!” Raven snarled, her lips curled back as her jaw clenched.

“I understand,” Kory conceded, running gentle fingers through her best friend’s short, silken hair. “I will go with you, if you like, as moral support.”

Always the enduring best friend, there wasn’t anything the red-haired vixen wouldn’t do for Raven when she needed her most. Especially when it concerned their grades and performance in school. Both of them had a lot riding on scholarships, and to lose any of them would mean a likelihood of dropping out entirely.

So, together, they marched towards the TA’s office, as the room number had been written and highlighted in their course manual, and mentally prepared themselves for a brutal standoff.

With jitters and nerves, they both stood outside the daunting office door, and Raven carefully raised her fist to knock against the wood. She had steeled herself, told herself that she deserved better than this, and she’d even taken to fix her clothes so that she looked the proper part. She would be taken seriously this time around.

“Come in,” came a deep, male voice from the other side.

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This came from my own little demented mind for Negan Smut Week >:D


contains: noncon (roleplay), language, sexual content, sexual violence, choking, etc.

Synopsis: Reader is one of Negan’s wives at the Sanctuary and has been for several months. She tells him one of her darker fantasies and after much convincing, Negan more than indulges her. 

“Oh no. No fucking way, ”Negan replied, shaking his head. You sigh exasperatedly, smoothing down the front of the little black dress you were wearing. “Negan, I promise it’s not the same thing.”

“The hell it fucking is! You know how I feel about that shit. I’ve bashed in fucker’s brains in who tried to pull that here.” He runs his hand over his graying beard,  his face bearing a bewildered expression. “Why the fuck would you ever want that?”

I stand from my seat, taking a few steps towards him. “Because it’s a fantasy. I promise you…it’s not the same. It’s not…what you think.” Negan cocks his head, raising a brow at you, clearly unconvinced. You nod curtly and gesture to the bed next to you, imploring him to relax. “Please…just take a seat and I can explain.” 

The Savior leader stares at you for a moment, but eventually moves to sit down on the bed. You bite your lip, suddenly overcome with nerves, and you wonder if you’ve made a mistake by bringing this up. For the past six months, you had been a loyal wife to Negan. Though it could get rather boring at times when he was away, you more than enjoyed all of the added perks and luxuries that came from your…position. Negan included. While he could be a bit of an asshole at times and his punishments seemed terribly harsh, he was charismatic as all hell. Not to mention incredibly charming when he wanted to be. And he more than knew his way around a woman’s body. You and he shared many sensual interactions together. He introduced you to new and erotic experiences and you liked to think you enthusiastically returned the favor. But there was something buried deep down inside of you. A fantasy that you had barely begun to experiment with before hordes of the undead had scoured the earth and severely minimized potential partners. Not until recently, the nostalgic longing had emerged. Like an itch just begging to be scratched. 

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Vanderweek Day 1

✿ Iiiiiiit’s Vanderweek! For day one, I’ve written out my HEAVILY headcannoned version of my Vanderwood’s backstory. Warning for mentions of dysphoria, harassment, bullying, child abuse, and some slurs.

I hope you enjoy! 

Throughout Mary Vanderwood the III’s life, they had discarded names, pronouns, and titles like most people discarded empty pens or splintered pencils.

On a hazy, smoke-covered morning at approximately 5:45am, the name ‘Oliver Poppins’ was written on a birth certificate, and an exhausted woman – so very young, too young to be a mother – was driven home by her similarly too-young, not-yet husband. The newborn cradled in her arms was a pudgy thing, oddly shaped as most babies are, with a frizz of blond hair and squinty eyes whose color reminded her of molten caramel. When she looked into his face for the first time, she knew she loved her child. She knew that nothing would ever keeping her from loving that child.

Unfortunately, the heart is weak and prone to wandering, and by the time Oliver was five, time had made a liar out of her. He was no longer a darling boy, but instead became a little brat.

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Here’s a mini-Solangelo fic. It’ll be up on my fanfiction account as well. Hope you enjoy!

Nico sat in his cabin, toying with the laces of his sneakers. He didn’t want to do anything or talk to anyone, but there, unfortunately, wasn’t much to do in his cabin. He wanted to leave for a few days, but the only person he would consider taking with him was Will, who didn’t want to leave. And anyway, Will said that he already had plans for this weekend.

He buzzed his lips and looked up at his ceiling. The paint was already beginning to chip, and it had only been put on about two years ago. Maybe that was a project that he could consider adopting. The other campers, as he had quickly figured out, do not understand what a son of Hades actually wants.

Nico nearly jumped off the bed when his door opened, swinging wide open - a loud bang being heard when it hit the wall. He stared at the face of his…significant other; flushed and smiling, Will Solace was even out of breath. He just stood in the doorway, not saying a word.

“Not a mind reader.” Nico spoke, breaking the silence. “You have to tell me what’s gotten you all worked up, or I’ll never know.”

“City.” Will spit out in between deep pants. “Noon.”

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legendary-nerds  asked:

just... listen to the song 'beam me up' by p!nk and maybe use that as inspo?

I guess the ‘parallel universe’ bit got me thinking, and that’s how this ended up like this…? Erm…yeah. Hahah anyway, thank you so much for the prompt! I hope you enjoy this!

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”Second Chances” - Plangst Prompt Fill 1

Lance was supposed to die a hero’s death - or old and at her side, preferably.

He got neither. He got a drunk driver losing control on a road still damaged from the Galra occupation and an impact that killed him instantly.

Only Allura’s alchemy might have had a chance at saving him, but she was offworld. She blames herself for not being there, and in two years Pidge has lost track of how many times she’s had to tell the princess she isn’t to blame.

At least Earth is the center of the coalition now. At least she isn’t alone. She has her parents and her friends, and it made it a little easier those first few months to look into her daughter’s blue eyes every day and remember Lance…until the pain became warmth.

There are still days when she would do anything just to hear his voice again, or see his smile - for real, not in pictures and recordings. To talk to him and have him answer. She never expects to get the chance. Not really. But when they finally face the rift creatures, Voltron isn’t alone.

There must be a dozen of them or more. Voltrons and other similar defenders, in the quintessence field with them. Versions from other realities. Some piloted by entirely different pilots, some with versions of them…there’s no time to keep track of it all. It takes all of them. There’s only time to breathe after the creatures are gone.

“What now?” another version of Hunk asks over the radio. “Between all of us we opened…a lot of rifts. That can’t be good.”

“We were ready for this,” Allura says from Pidge’s Voltron. “In our reality another encounter created the same problem. We have a device with us that will create the short burst of infinite mass needed to close the rifts across all realities. As soon is everyone is safely in their own we will detonate it in ours.”

They’re probably going to lose time again. Last time it was three years. How long will it be this time? How much of her daughter’s life is she going to miss? At least this time everyone back home knows it might happen.

Allura is explaining that part to the others now. That they should be prepared. When she’s finished a new voice cuts into the radio waves.


A small gasp. “Father?”

Stunned silence. A gentle reminder from Keith. “We only have about fifteen doboshes before the rifts grow too large. Then we’ll all need to get out of here.”

A chorus of “understoods’ and other affirmatives. More voices, some new and some familiar, paladins calling out to each other and dropping off the public channel in pairs to speak privately while they can.

Pidge is trying make her throat work. How many times has she wanted a chance like this? What if Lance is out there?

Before she can make herself speak, a strangled voice joins the quieting chorus on the open channel. “Katie? Katie, are any of those you?”

She punches up a private connection with the broadcaster before she can think. “Lance?” The face solidifies on a pop-up screen, and his eyebrows go up over damp eyes. “Lance!”

“Katie…” He’s crying. Why? Why do they seem to have had such bad luck in more than one reality? How is that fair?

Pidge swallows. She doesn’t have to ask. “I lost you too,” she whispers.

“I love you,” he says. “I…I just needed to say that again. I’m sorry. I know you’re not her, but I—”

“I love you, too.”

“I wish we had more time.” He smiles. “I wish you could come with me.”

She laughs weakly. “Me too…but I have to make it home. We…I have a daughter…”

Lance blinks, and it’s exactly the face she remembers. It’s so hard to keep straight that this isn’t her Lance. “Sh-she’s all right?” he asks.


“I had - I-I lost both of you.”

Pidge’s chest clenches. “I’m so sorry, Lance.”

Silence. There’s not much time left. But what else is there to say?

“Three doboshes, everyone,” Keith is saying.

Maybe it’s the quintessence, maybe she’ll realize it’s crazy later, but—

“Come with ME,” Pidge says, urgency and desperation creeping into her voice.

“What?” Lance asks. “You want me to?”


For a moment he just stares. And if looking at his face for another moment or so and the memory of hearing him tell her he loves her again are all she gets from this, it’s more than she ever thought she would have before.

But then he says ‘hang on’ and opens the channel to the rest of his team.

The next dobosh or two are a blur. Lance determining that his team can make it back without him. Looping in the rest of Pidge’s team. The half-hearted protests of ‘we love you guys but is this really a good idea’ that only last seconds before both sides realize they’re not changing anyone’s mind. Goodbyes.

But it isn’t safe for anyone to be exposed to the quintessence field without a lion and and there’s no time left for their respective Voltrons to move closer. Two flashes of light later, though, and Keith’s wolf has brought Lance to her and gone back to Keith again, and Keith is shouting that they need to get out of here. There’s no time to do much more than glance back as they fire thrusters. Arms wrap around the back of her seat as her passenger steadies himself in the shaking cockpit.

No time, either, when they’re out of the quintessence field. Allura deploys the device and their job then is to get as far away as possible before it goes off.

So many memories. Running away from the explosion the castle created the first time they did this. Her things from her room strewn across her cockpit. The trash creation that was supposed to look like Lance on the floor at her feet. This time Lance is here. With her. His helmet clacking against the back of hers as the force of the explosion pushes the lions across space.

Floating in silence. The lions resting from the battle as the explosion dies away. The quiet of space and the exhaustion after victory.

Pidge can feel the exhaustion in her bones, but it doesn’t slow her down in ripping her helmet off as she jumps up from her seat to reach out for Lance. His helmet is already off too as he pulls her in to kiss her. There are tears on her cheeks and only some of them are her own.

He sobs. “I never thought…”

“We’re probably crazy.”

“I don’t care,” he laughs.

She can’t let go of him, but as the high of the quintessence field wears off the fears crash in. “But y-you can’t go back now. What have we done? We’ve had different lives! Did we think this would be EASY? We can’t just—”

Lance silences her with another kiss, his fingers running through her hair just the way her Lance always did it. Maybe…maybe this isn’t so crazy after all.

“We’ll figure it out,” he whispers. “We’ll make our own life.”

A voice over the radio, then, cutting into their thoughts. “Voltron, this is Atlas. Can you hear us?”

“We hear you, Shiro. We’re all right,” Allura is saying. “Were we correct in assuming time would bend around the explosion again?”

“It’s been about sixteen phoebs out here. Welcome back, Paladins,” comes the relieved answer.

“Not quite a year and half,” Lance is saying. “How old…?”

Pidge knows what he’s asking before he can articulate the rest of it. “She’s…she’ll have just turned four, I think.” It comes out quietly. Sixteen months. Not as bad as last time. They must have managed to get farther away before the blast, perhaps. It not as bad as it could have been. But it’s still time missed.

She swallows. “She won’t know you…she was only six months old when you…when her father died.”

Warm, gentle fingers brush away the fresh tears on her cheeks. “That’s okay…we’ll get to know each other. Our own life now, remember?”

Pidge kisses him again, and they melt into each other.

She doesn’t wonder, for long, if her Lance and his Pidge would have wanted this. As she holds onto him she knows they would have because she knows she would, if their places were reversed.

“But we won’t forget them,” Lance whispers a moment later. As if he were reading her thoughts.


The App Baby Isn’t Close Enough (Jimin AU)

Originally posted by nnochu

Type: Angst Fluff

Request: Can I request a Dad!Jimin fic. The typical fic where the reader gets pregnant and leaves him. But she’s like best friends with one of their makeup artist and like a few years later the boys are messing around with one of those apps that shows what peoples kids would looks like. The makeup artist goes that not what his kid look like and everyone like what???? You can decide what happens from there but fluff ending this is all over the place.

~it isn’t a few years around a year ½ hope you don’t mind!~

The plus sign stared back at you as you sat on the toilet. Your relationship with a big kpop star was by far private mainly because it was more of a FWB relationship than an actual couple and it worked well with you guys. He didn’t take it too hard when your texting came through saying you were done with it all. He was a bit sad with it, he enjoyed you two here and there it gave him something to come basically home to but he would move on in the end. 


The next nearly two years of your life was rather perfect to you. Sure you left your job at BigHit but you loved working with your cousin at her restaurant. You some how made some great money, good enough to take care of you and your little love bug of a daughter Songmi. “She looks like a little doll” your friend from BigHit comments. Her name was Miryeo and she still liked hanging out with you after you left the company. She was a reliable girl who hid your secret and knew exactly who Songmi’s father was as she looked like the female version of Jimin. Your daughter smiled as she brought her sippy cup up to her lips and took a big sip before making a refreshed sound.You simply brushed her bangs “I guess I should thank him for that” you told her as she nodded. “I should get going” she says as she checks her phone “good luck” you say as she leaves money on the counter and headed out.


“I think I would call him Jaemin” Hoseok told them as they looked at the phone in front of their view. “She’s so cute” Namjoon says as Jimin giggles “noona look. Wouldn’t I have a really cute daughter?” Jimin asks as Miryeo was applying lipstick to his lips. “Pretty accurate. Her eyes are larger and her ears stick out a bit more” she tells “what does that mean?” Jeongguk asked “oh um I think she would looks would be closer to yours than that” she tells him as she gives an awkward smile. “For a minute it sounded like you had a living example of one” Seokjin comments as the boys giggle. She was unaware of the face she made as she let out a breath as she stood behind Jimin.

“What was that?” Yoongi asked “what?” “you’re more expressive than you think” Namjoon comments. “Are you saying Jimin has a kid?” Hoseok asked “I don’t know who he does in his free time” “yes you do. We ran into each other” Jimin told her. “Okay one person” she told him. The two of them linked eyes as she turned away.


After their performance he rushed off stage catching her before she left. “Noona. Please explain your comments earlier. You really made it sound like I have a kid” he says as Miryeo looked away she sighed as she pulled out her phone and the picture from her background soon came up. His eyes widen as he saw the instant resemblance. He nearly asked who I was before he caught sight of a familiar bracelet. “Where does she work?” he asked “Jimin I can’t-” “its my daughter too” he told her. She sighed as she turned her phone around and began typing as his phone soon went off. “Don’t be mad. She was thinking of your career when she left” she told him. “She took my child and said nothing. If I yell she’ll deserve it” he tells her as he left her there. She couldn’t deny it was sort of true it was wrong and also right what you did.


“Welcom-” you froze as your eyes went wide at the sight of your ex-lover. “You had my kid. That’s why you called off our arrangements?” he hissed as he looked around “where is she?” he asked. You remained quiet as he was ready to snap “you can’t say I did anything wrong. You’re the one who left” he comments as you looked around not knowing what to say. “Where is my kid?” he demanded. “Calm down first” you finally say as he gave you a look. He untensed and nodded. You quietly guided him the counter as the little girl soon turned around. She smiled at him as he smiled back at her. “Hi what’s your name?” he cooed as she reached out and he did the same as her fingers wrapped around his small pointer, even though it was small it was still much bigger than her’s. She soon brought it close to her mouth, he could feel her little teeth pushing through her gums “Songmi” you told him as she looked over at you as she chewed more on his finger. “She’s 9 months old and is the most important thing in my life” you tell him. 

“Well she’s gonna have to open up to the idea of a father because I am here to stay for her” he told you as he pulled his finger away and she was soon lifted from her spot as she cuddled into him. He took in the light smell she gave off before he simply pressed a kiss onto her forehead smiling the whole time. “So cute” he cooed as it sunk in. He was the father to a doll baby and he was nothing more than proud.  


‘BTS’s Jimin comes out about having a child with one of BigHit’s past employee’ as a picture of him and his daughter Songmi showed up as he scrolled down the article. He smiled at his own words ‘the moment I saw her, I fell in love so I knew I wanted to do my best for her’ Songmi babbled in his lap as the boys were willingly watching a children’s show while she was saying over. The bright colors kept her entertained and when it didn’t she was entertained by that the boys kept her entertained. Jimin put down his phone as he kissed her cheek. Her little hand linked with his hair as she tugged it lightly, he smiled as she looked up at him as he made a face. She giggled as he kissed her forehead. “I love you princess. I’m so glad to have you in my life” he whispered to her as she leaned back onto him more before her eyes drifted back to the program. 


~~~MERRAY CHRISTMAS 2017!!!~~~

It’s been a rough and turbulent year for many, but I hope that everyone who sees this can have some peace over this holiday season.  Spend time with the ones you love, enjoy some yummy food, open and share gifts, just have some time for you.

And if you really want to, celebrate Christmas with whatever traditions you hold dear!  The more unusual the better.

This year the Rayman family are celebrating Christmas with some unique and unusual traditions from around the world.  Had a lot of fun reading up on some of these traditions and their origins, and then deciding which character would best represent each tradition.  It seems fitting considering how many wonderful friends I’ve made from around the world through this iconic game series.  And here’s hoping to meet many many more in the coming year!

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So I’ve been working on this drabble for a couple of days and somehow it grew to 2045 words. This one’s for @survey-corps-rookie based on an AU she told me about involving Comic book nerd Levi meeting his favorite actor, Erwin Smith. I wanted to do this as a thank you for always helping me find merch I’m looking for and I really enjoy talking about Eruri together. I hope this turned out ok. Also thank you to everyone whom looked over this for me, I appreciate it so much<3 I’m gonna just post now because the wind is blowing pretty hard right now and I don’t want to lose power XD

Levi checks over the items in his backpack one last time before zippering it closed. He slings it over his shoulder and takes a quick look in the mirror. He adjusts his glasses and grabs his keys off the dresser. He tries to ignore the nervousness in his stomach as he heads to his car.
The day of the Con had finally arrived after an agonizing 6 month wait. Levi had rushed to register  as soon he had seen the poster in his favorite comic store advertising this year’s  special guests. He would finally get the chance to meet his favorite actor, Erwin Smith. 

Levi had never been a fan of movie versions of his favorite comics. They always butchered the plot and the casting was always terrible .
One boring Saturday night about a year ago  had changed his mind. Hange and Moblit had dragged him to some shitty remake and Levi had only tagged along because Hange always got free tickets from their job at the theater and he had nothing better to do.

At least he could kill a couple of hours by pointing out every single plot hole and have a good laugh at the shitty acting that was sure to accompany it. His mind had been changed that night. For the first time ever, Levi had watched the entire movie. The film was still loaded with flaws but he was too mesmerized by Erwin’s performance to notice. As soon as he had arrived home, he went straight to his computer to find out everything he could about Erwin Smith. 


Levi pulls up in front of the house shared by Hange and Moblit and honks the horn impatiently. After a few moments the front door is thrown open and a slightly disheveled Hange exits being trailed by Moblit. Levi’s irritation leaves his face temporarily at the sight of them. He unlocks the doors and tries to bite back a laugh when Hange slides into the back seat trying not to lose her wig while Moblit gets in next to Levi. .

“Took you long enough, we have to be at the hotel by two pm for pre-judging for the cosplay contest!” Hange whines, wig still slightly off center. “Do people even watch “Sailor Moon” anymore?” Levi questions as he pulls away from the curb.
She straightens her tiara with a huff. “Pretty bold coming from a grown ass man who still plays with toys!” She snaps. “They’re action figures and I collect them, there’s a difference!” Levi shouts back. “At least I don’t guilt people into wearing lame costumes!” Moblit turns nervously towards the window. “ Tuxedo Mask isn’t lame, right Moblit?” Hange asks. Moblit  just nods and continues to stare out at the road.

Two long hours later, Levi pulls into the hotel parking lot. He huffs in annoyance as Moblit helps extract Hange from the back seat after her boot somehow got caught. They finally make their way to the hotel entrance from the parking lot. After obtaining their passes they decide to split up and meet again later in time for the signing. 

Nervous excitement is still buzzing through Levi’s veins just thinking about how close he is to meeting Erwin. He checks his phone and sighs upon noticing he has some time to kill. He heads into the dealers room to see if he can score some more merch for his collection back at home. 

Levi’s collection was small, only being able to buy figures here and there when he had some money to spare but it was his pride and joy. He kept them on a shelf in his room he had built himself and cleaned them once a week to keep them from getting dusty. 

He makes his way around the rooms, stopping when something catches his eye. He ends up buying a couple of keychains to add to his backpack and makes his way back to the lobby. He takes a seat on one of the empty couches and just people watches for a while. 

He lets out a small laugh when he receives a text from Hange bragging that she and Moblit had managed to win 3rd place in the Cosplay contest. He jumps slightly when the alarm he set goes off indicating that it was time to get in line for the guest signings.

After meeting back up with Hange and Moblit, they slowly make their way through the queue. Levi tries to get a glimpse of Erwin and then curses himself for being too damn short to see around the large crowd. “What’s the matter shorty, do you need a boost?” She says with a grin. “Ow, I was just kidding!” She cries when  Levi casually stomps on her foot in response. 

After an eternity of standing in line being subjected to Hange’s litany of complaints about starvation and tingling in her foot, they finally approach the guest table and Levi can feel his heart hammering in his chest. Now that he has an unobstructed view, he can clearly see Erwin and he is a hundred times more handsome in person. As Levi approaches him, Erwin looks up at him and smiles and Levi swears he feels his heart stop. 

Levi gasps as he is thumped on the back by Hange. “Aren’t you going to answer, Erwin asked you  what your name is?” She hisses quietly from behind him. Levi feels his cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he looks up at Erwin who is still smiling and waiting patiently. “Um, I-I’m Levi.” He manages to stammer. Erwin extends his hand to him. “Nice to meet you, Levi.” He says, grasping Levi’s hand firmly shaking it causing Levi’s blush to reach up to his ears.

Levi places a poster and a couple DVD cases on the table for Erwin to sign. “Oh, so you’ve seen some of my movies?” Erwin asks as he starts signing. “He’s seen all of them at least a hundred times and he’s the president of your fan club in our city!” Hange  chimes in from behind and Levi just wants to sink into the floor. 

“I’m sorry, someone obviously forgot to take their meds this morning.” Levi apologized, glaring daggers up at Hange. Erwin turns to Levi and smiles warmly. “No need to apologize, I am honored to meet such a supportive fan, thank you Levi.”  He gazes sincerely up at him with his beautiful blue eyes and Levi almost melts. Levi looks down at his hands.

“Um, it’s nice to meet you too, Mr. Smith.” He mumbles. Erwin chuckles. “No need for formalities , just call me Erwin.” He finishes signing and slides the items back across the table. Levi quickly but carefully returns the items to his bag. “Thank you, Erwin.” He replies shyly and gets ready to leave.

“Wait, Levi, I would like your email address if you don’t mind, I like to keep in touch with my fan clubs, I wouldn’t be here without them after all.” He says handing Levi a pen. Levi takes it nervously and scrawls down his name and email. “Thank you, Levi, I appreciate it.”  Levi’s cheeks heat up again. “No, problem.” He says with a small smile. “I’ll be in touch.” Erwin takes the paper back with a smile and waves at Levi whom waves back limply and walks away with Hange and Moblit in tow.

It was about a week later that Levi first heard back from Erwin. He honestly didn’t think he would ever hear from him in the first place. Erwin was a popular actor and a very busy man. Levi was sure that Erwin was just being polite after Hange had embarrassed him. Levi wasn’t mad at her though he knew Hange long enough to know that she tends to get overexcited sometimes. 

Late one evening, he checked his email like he always did before going to bed and to his surprise there was an email from Erwin. Levi felt a flutter in his stomach as he clicked it open. Levi had expected that it was just a formal mass email that was sent out as a formality but the only recipient of the mail was himself. Erwin had thanked him again for the support and coming out to see him. He had ended with a few questions for Levi about his hobbies and what fandoms he was into. Levi carefully typed out a short response and hit send.

After his initial response to Erwin, Levi started receiving messages from him once or twice a week sometimes less when Erwin was busy filming overseas. They started small, exchanging small talk about their lives and backgrounds. Levi found out that they were only five years apart in age when Erwin had mentioned he had just celebrated his thirtieth birthday a few weeks prior. Over time they had learned that they had quite a bit in common. They both were  collectors of comics and both got their start from their parents.

 Levi told Erwin how his mother had bought him him his first comic and how that day was was one of his favorite memories of her. Sadly she had gotten sick and passed away when Levi was still very young and that comic had gotten lost between moves to foster homes. Levi always keeps an eye out at cons hoping to find a copy of it again someday. 

Erwin had gotten his start by collecting with his father. He would go to the comic shop every other week with him and add to his collection. Levi chuckled when Erwin told him that his dad still sends him a comic occasionally in the mail.
As time moved on the emails moved to Skype, and recently the occasional text. Several months before the con came into town the following year, Levi had received a phone call from Erwin saying he was invited to attend again and that he would like Levi to come as his guest. 


Levi draws in a deep breath as he knocks on the door to the room where Erwin was waiting. As soon as he enters Erwin walks towards him with a smile. Levi blushes and pushes his glasses back up as they slide down again. Erwin tries to turn away quickly hoping Levi didn’t catch him blushing.
“It’s good to see you again,Levi.” Erwin says reaching out to shake hands. Levi can’t help but notice that Erwin’s hand feels just as clammy as his. “Oh, I almost forgot, I have something for you!” Erwin replies as he grabs a package off of a table and hands it to Levi.

Levi tears open the paper carefully and tears almost spring to his eyes. In his hands was a copy of the comic he had lost long ago. “How did you find this?” He asks softly. “I called in a few favors.” Erwin replies and invites him to join him on the couch. “Thanks but you didn’t have to do this, and I didn’t bring you anything.”  Erwin smiles. “You coming here was enough and besides I owe you an apology.” Levi raises an eyebrow at him. “Apology? For what?” He asks, confused. “I wasn’t exactly honest with you, when I asked for your email address because of the fan club, I have people that take care of that for me because I’m so busy.” Erwin averts his eyes momentarily.

“I just wanted an excuse to talk to you again.” Levi is silent for a minute. “So you made up some bullshit excuse to talk to me, why?” He asks, cheeks still slightly pink. “I thought you were cute.” Erwin admits nervously. Levi feels his heart race slightly. He chuckles. “Apology accepted, and Erwin?” He asks moving closer. “Yes?” Levi moves forward and kisses him on the cheek. “Maybe, I think you’re cute too.”

Admiration (Part 5)

Is it an oxymoron to say, “Happy Monday”? If not, it should be because I had one–complete with major traffic from a three car accident that made me 45 minutes late to work, a full day in the classroom and office, and a return home almost 13 hours after I left the house. My cat is not amused. That said, writing this brings me much joy. Glad I made it before the midnight deadline. Hope you enjoy it. We’re getting closer. ;) Here’s my contribution for Day 5 of the Valentine’s Day challenge hosted by @everlarkvalentinesgifts. The entire work of Admiration can be found here.

Prompt: Dinner

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skepticalbeliever1  asked:

Bellarke go to the Renaissance festival and Bellamy is struggling with the historical inaccuracies. Friends to lovers please. :)

“We really have to got to this?” Bellamy grumbles, sticking his hands into his pockets and scowling like he’s on his way to execution.

Clarke rolls her eyes. “We’ve been in the car for an hour. If you didn’t want to come, you should have fought harder against it before we left. There’s nothing else out here, what are we going to do if we don’t go to the ren faire?”

“We could find something.”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere and we already have tickets.” She bumps her shoulder against his. “Come on, how bad could it be?”

“Jesus, don’t say that. Now one of us is going to fucking die. Of something historically inaccurate.”

“Because it would be so much better if we got bubonic plague.”

“At least it would be educational.”

“Seriously, you’re going to have fun. Just pretend it’s not actually supposed to be historical. Because it’s not. It’s like we’re watching–” she starts, and they both realize at the same time that the sentence can’t end well, because Bellamy has never seen a movie he can’t nitpick. He’s pointed out historical inaccuracies in Disney’s Robin Hood, which is about an anthropomorphic fox.

“Not like we’re watching what?” he asks, smirking.

“Never mind, you’re an asshole about everything.”

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REQUEST! - MC with a tragic past x 707/Saeyoung

Hiiiiiiii there little beans!

So… okay, maybe it’s a little too long (?) But I wanted this request to be like a “mini one-shot” so I could explain the character as you wanted it to be. There’s no way I could write about an MC like that by writing an scenario…  Am I explaining myself? Dammit, sorry ;;

And one more thing before you read this… so, I think this is the first time I write such a long post in english, like I said it’s not my main language although I do write and talk in english almost every day (I’m studying English and Spanish language and literature at university) but it’s not that easy to me yet… So just that, if you find mistakes or any typo please tell me nicely and be patient with me, I’m trying my best ಥ_ಥ

This was a difficult request tbh, but you know what? I LOVE CHALLENGES! So, here you have! I really hope you enjoy reading this and please tell me if you like it and request and ask and askdfnsdf no im not nERVOUS YOU aRE ;; omfgfuck


The first thing Saeyoung did when you joined the RFA was do a background check, he didn’t found much and that really surprised him, everyone has something, either is good or bad, but you? You were clean.

He found some profiles on different social media platforms but that was it, you didn’t interact that much with people, no actualized information about family or friends, just a few photos and the list of where you had studied and worked within these years. The only interesting thing he found about you was something about adoption, he found out you became orphan when you were ten and then they adopted you and you spent the rest of your days in Korea. 

That made Saeyoung wonder… What kind of past might be hidding under the covers? You were always so shy and serious, at first he thought you were the poor version of Jumin, dammit, your politeness and your serious manners almost fooled him. But, for some reason, he started seeing something that the other members of the rfa didn’t seem to notice, your serious attitude was just a façade to hide how damn broken you were inside. Maybe he knew something was wrong, maybe he knew you were wearing a mask because he was wearing his own mask to hide his own demons. Maybe that was why you could unterstand him better than anyone, and you were able to say what he needed to hear in the exact moment he needed to hear it.

He didn’t know anything, he tried to search more than a couple of times something that could have led him to understand why you were like that, what had happened to you… he tried to pull the threads of the adoption issue but nothing came out, just names and dates, nothing relevant. It almost seemed like you were a ghost, a fantasy of his shattered mind to release some pain, to feel loved… 

You always tried to avoid talking about your past and he did too, it was something mutual but, when everything went bat shit crazy and Saeran appeared and you finally discovered Saeyoung’s past… You felt kind of guilty, guilty for not being able to tell him about yours too, every damn time you tried but couldn’t tell him felt like a knife stabbing your chest. 

You felt that you owed him that much, the truth, the… the pieces to the puzzle you were, you wanted him to fully understand you, and for that to happen you needed to tell him the truth. Not telling him was betraying his confidence in you and you just couldn’t afford losing him, not ever, not in a million years. He was the only thing you had, he made you feel loved for the first time in… well, too many years, and you couldn’t risk that, just… you could never risk that much.  

So one day, after three months of dating, you gathered the courage to tell him the truth. You cried, it was the first time in years you opened to someone, so everything you had been hidding inside a box in your heart suddenly opened and floded your entire being; every memory, every word, all the lonely nights suddenly came to your eyes and your lips. You cried, and sobbed and hiccuped and you explained him all about you, what you remembered and what you knew from your adoptive parents, everything. 

You remember you had a poor family but you were happy and everyone was kind and loyal, you had such lovely, brave parents… But the fairy tail ended once the war started in your country, with such bad luck that your house was in the same district were the rebellious were hidding. 

It was days since you had eaten, the war had stopped the whole city on an hiatus and without a job your parents couldn’t gain money and without money there was no food… so they sneaked out to try to get something to eat for you and that was the last time you saw them, they got killed in the middle of a gun fight.

The only memory you have after that it’s about you, wandering through the streets, crying and calling your parents until someone picked you up and the nightmare begun. You were alone, the people who picked you up used to beat you up and used you as a slave until war paused and someone from the gobernment found about you and picked you up to south Korea. 

Your adoptive parents were good people, you needed time and therapy but you finally could start to love them and be kind and more open to them. They died in a car accident when you were twenty and you ended up alone once again, that was the moment you decided you wouldn’t open to anyone again, you wouldn’t love or care for anyone again, everyone that you loved ended up dead, that was the reason why it was so hard to get to open to Saeyoung, and you still were afraid to fully love him…

All the time while you were trying to explain yourself Saeyoung was hugging you, kissing your tears away, kissing your hair, your forehead, your hands, every scar you have… He tried to gave you strenght to continue and smiled tenderly every time you stopped to breath and wash your tears. 

He was finally able to pick up the pieces from the puzzle but he couldn’t believe how bad, how traumatic your past was, how broken you might be inside, he couldn’t even imagine how fucking hard that could have been for you. He cried too that night, he couldn’t sleep in days thinking about your history. He tried to be the best person for you since that moment, the most lovely and tender and understanding, always there when you might crash down from memories suddenly floding you head, always there to hug you to sleep after every nightmare. Always there.

He understands you’re not a prankster like him, he still do prank you anyways, he loves teasing you and see you laugh, he adores you. Oh, and that time you bought that “MEME GUIDE FOR DUMMIES” He felt something warming up in his soul, that was so cute… He laughed a bit tho, the moment had been pretty hilarious. Nonetheless, he will do whatever it takes to make you happy, even if that means watch romantic movies and take long walks or go buy you some ice cream at 3AM at that Mc Donalds drive thru at the other side of the town.

That’s one of those nights, you had a nightmare and he couldn’t sleep either so… It was something like this:

You were sweeting and moving to much in bed, he tried to cuddle you but then you started screaming and crying and he had to wake you up.

-Hey! MC…MC! MC are you okay? Please wake up babe, you’re scaring me, wake up my angel… -He tries to wake you up with sweet words and tender touches.

When you finally wake up you’re dead scared and still crying and sobbing. He sits in the bed with his back to the header, you’re lying on your side in a fetal position, in between his legs and with your head on his chest (I don’t know if it’s clear, if not I’ll search and post a photo of this posture). He’s the sweetest and the most understanding boyfriend you could ever ask for. 

-Okay, it’s okay little alien, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, I’m here with you… -He sing-songs, like a lullaby, calming you down.

-They… they were… and you-You try to speak but still the fear is more powerful than you.

-Shh babe, I’m here with you, listen to my heart, it will be alright alien -He says with a sweet voice, slowly running his fingers through your hair, giving you all the time you need to recover.

After a while you’re relaxed and feeling almost at bliss, he’s like a balm, his voice, his touches, his kind and lovely words… He’s the best thing that has happened to you, the best thing ever.

-I love you, you don’t know how much… don’t ever leave me, please Saeyoung… -You say and then you re-position yourself to be able to kiss him.

And you do, slow and smooth, you try to express how you feel through the kiss but it’s not long before you two start wanting more and run out of air, you move away from each other lips just to breath and clash again in a quite suffocated kiss, he cups your cheeks in his hands and you put yours in his shoulders so you don’t lose balance and you sink your nails on his flesh, his response is almost immediate, he moans and brokes the kiss to grasp for air. 

-MC… You… I… I love you -He says and looks at you with tender eyes.

Sometimes you love teasing him, you’re not a cheerful person, you’re quite serious most of the time to be honest, but tonight you feel like teasing him a little now that you’re feeling better -maybe it’s your way of avoiding your thoughts tonight, who cares, if it works for you then it’s okay- so you stand up from bed and look at Saeyoung, who’s looking back at you with a mix of lust and confusion.

-I want ice cream, let’s go to Mc Donalds’s drive thru! -You say all of a sudden, and you obviously think it’s not going to work, you think he’s going to grab you by the waist to drag you back to him and kiss you again… but, oh, dear… you’re quite surprised when he stands up too.

-Let’s go then, nothing I wouldn’t do for my little alien! -And he smiles and starts dressing, leaving you standing there, half naked and confused af.

So that’s how you end up in a Mc Donalds’s drive thru at 3 AM to buy a fucking McFlurry. That’s how it is, one moment you’re crying in the middle of a nightmare, then you’re kissing him and an hour later you’re buying ice cream. You’re happy just like that, it may seem crazy… but you love that, you’re in love with him, with his madness, with every inch of him, you’re in love with the life you’re living, even if it’s hard as hell sometimes.

And one day you’re going to marry him in the space station, that’s for sure.


That’s it, have a nice day little beans  (っ◔◡◔)っ ❤

SDCC: Arrow Cast & Crew Declassify Season 7
Ahead of Season 7, Arrow stars Stephen Amell, Colton Haynes and more headed to SDCC to take fans behind the scenes.

The cast and crew of Arrow have landed in San Diego. Ahead of Season 7, which is due out this fall, stars Stephen Amell, Colton Haynes, Emily Bett Rickards, David Ramsey, Echo Kellum, Juliana Harkavy, Rick Gonzales and executive producers Beth Schwartz headed to Comic-Con International to take fans behind the scenes of the upcoming season.

The panel kicked off with some brand new footage from Season 7, which showed Oliver in prison and a mysterious man running around the streets of Star City wearing the iconic Green Arrow costume.

“I’ve been on the show since Season 1, so I’ve been here for a long, so it’s not going to be a new show but I’m definitely putting a new spin on it. It’s dark,” Schwartz teased.

“Having all this female energy has been really special for us,” Haynes added.

“It’s really bad! He’s in prison with a bunch of people he put in prison,” Amell explained.

Rickards described her character as “Alone. Scared. I think just like Oliver is watching his back, she’s tired of watching hers and she’s going to take some action.”

“I think that’s going to be the crux of the season, seeing how Rene interprets Oliver’s instructions,” Gonzales shared.

“Diggle’s dead,” Ramsey joked. “Diggle’s with A.R.G.U.S.”

The good thing is Roy is coming back,” Haynes shared. “He’s not the same person. It’s going to be very, very interesting. That’s all I can say. Beth did — she’s a genius, so she wrote me a version of the character that just was so special. It’s going to be hard for me to do, but I’m going to be happy to do it. I’m so excited to come back.”

Curtis is just chilling. He’s taking in the city and falling in love. We’re all still trying to do the best we can for Star City,” Kellum said.

Hopefully she can get a little bit of work done on the other side of the law,” Harkavy said of Black Canary.

“They were mentioned in the finale of Season 6, and we have three Longbow hunters coming, working with Diaz. We’ve got Red Dart. We have Kodiak. And we have the Silencer,” Schwartz announced. Bronze Tiger, Derek Sampson and Danny “Brick” Brickwell will also appear.

As to the crossover, Schwartz said, “We’re still working on the first half of the season, so we haven’t gotten to the crossover.”

“It’s a 44-minute long conversation between Oliver and Batwoman in prison through the plexiglass,” Amell joked.

The coolest thing about the premiere for me is… there’s nothing about him that’s heroic at all. If you’re a fan of the character and you root for the character, I really hope the premiere pisses you off,” he added. “I really enjoy it. There’s one scene in particular in the premiere where what Oliver does is reprehensible.”

“Maybe what he did in the finale was stupid!” he concluded.

When the panel was opened for a Q&A, a young girl named Sara approached the mic. Sara — a cancer survivor — appeared last year to thank Amell for his “F*ck Cancer” initiative. Fulfilling her promise to him from last year’s panel, she returned the necklace he had loaned to her, and he gifted her a custom bow in response. He left the stage to give it to her and gave her a hug as well.

Asked if Oliver’s stint in prison will bring Felicity and Diggle closer together, Ramsey said, “We’re kind of hunting down… there’s a piece of that. We’re hunting down Diaz in our own way.”

They’re kind of separate,” Rickards added.

“I hope that I speak for everyone when I said that Paul [Blackthorne] was such a calming presence,” Amell shared.

Asked if Willa Holland’s Thea Queen will return in Season 7, Schwartz replied, “Right now, there aren’t any plans for it, but you never know.”

As to William’s well-being in Season 7 and whether he could join Team Arrow, she said, “Well, he’s a little young, but he has — with his father in prison — he has a lot to deal with this season. He’s not going to have a good time.”

William’s arc is the most interesting arc of anyone on the show,” Amell added.

“Fatherhood is a thread in the show. For Diggle, I think he’s always kind of — there hasn’t been much conviction in his life for him and his wife when it comes to raising a child,” Ramsey said. “I think we are going to see what all this means at some point to Diggle.” He added that how Diggle’s marriage to the leader of A.R.G.U.S. will be examined in the season.

Oliver is at his best when he’s a dad. I haven’t had the opportunity to have any scenes with Jack this year, who plays William. I miss it,” Amell shared.

A young fan asked if Oliver and Felicity would ever have a child of their own. “No babies this year!” Schwartz said, ending the panel.

Returning to The CW on Monday, October 15 at 8 pm ET/PT, Arrow stars Stephen Amell as Oliver Queen, David Ramsey as John Diggle, Emily Bett Rickards as Felicity Smoak, Rick Gonzalez as Wild Dog, Echo Kellum as Mr. Terrific, Juliana Harkavy as Black Canary and Katie Cassidy as Black Siren.

UT! Charisk with US! Charisk (Part 2)

Here is it! The continuation of the fiction where US! Charisk meets UT! Charisk. Hope you like and to avoid confusion here are speaking patterns for each character:

Normal: All the Undertale Characters

Italics: All Underswap Characters (except Frisk)

Bold: Underswap Frisk

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Mino-Bobby-One friends scenario/drabble

Originally posted by fatenumberfor

Request : Hii!Can I request a scenario where the reader is friends with Mino, Bobby and One. The four of them go to a rap concert and the boys are surprised that you know the words to songs and so much about the music? Thank you in advance 

It was Friday morning and you were in the practice room, helping Bobby with his new album. You were helping Bobby on the album cover design and his photoshoot theme. You started working at YG around a year ago as one of their creative dirtectors. The first few months was a bit hard since you barely knew anyone and YG had very strict rules here and there, but after helping WINNER on their “Our Twenty For” album design, you somehow became friends with Mino. After that, Mino kinda introduced you to Bobby, then Jaewon who recently had debuted as One. So the three of them were now the closest people you got in YG.

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I Love Your Work (Avengers/Marvel Cast x reader)

This works as a prequel:  I’m a Little Creeped Out Now

The phone call you had just finished left you feeling both excited and uneasy, but you knew that if this worked, it would be an experience that you would never forget.  You had been filling in for Maria for the past week, and she said that you had full authority to make decisions in her place, so you felt no apprehension in running with this intriguing opportunity for the team.

“Guys, before you say ‘no’, hear me out,” you began, joining the team in the conference room as they prepared for a mission that would start later in the day.  They looked up at you with anticipation, but became apprehensive from your extreme enthusiasm.  “I think this could be really fun, and there’s hasn’t been enough of that around here lately.” You all but skipped with giddiness over to Steve and sat on his lap, smiling back at his look of intrigue at what could have you so energized.

“You’re being weird,” Tony said with a squinted look at you, waiting anxiously for whatever you were going to make him do this time.  “I don’t like it.”

“This isn’t another one of those costume parties is it?  I will not dress as a Disney princess again,” Thor agreed.  “I was unable to remove the glitter from my hair for nearly a week.”

“But you were a gorgeous Rapunzel,” Clint added.

“Guys, listen,” you interrupted, “a marketing guy from Marvel just called me.”  The group looked at you blankly, not impressed by the name drop. “They want to meet you!  Your actors want to meet you!  They’re doing promotion for the next movie that they just finished, and thought this would be a genius idea.”

Tony shifted uncomfortably in his seat slightly, glancing over at Steve with hesitation, “which movie?”

“Yes, that one,” you huffed, “about the hissy fit you boys were having.  And let me just say, I can’t wait to see that played out again.  Because it was so much fun living through it.”

“My character will not be in that movie,” Thor whispered to himself.

“Don’t worry, neither will mine,” Bruce added, putting a supportive hand on the god’s shoulder.  “So, do they want all of us, or…?”

“Yep, they want the whole team.  I think they want to show a unified group before their marketing team starts the big push.”  You turned to look at Steve with a disapproving expression, and then to Tony, “they’re telling fans to choose a side.  I hope you’re proud of yourselves.”


When the team arrived at the studio it was chaos, with fans of both the actors and the team all gathered at the entrance gate.  Steve reached over and took your hand with a small squeeze, watching out the window of the bus anxiously.  “I’ve already met Chris, remember?  He’s taking me to Christopher’s Haven in Boston next month.  Do I really have to do this?”

“Wow, you two really are more alike than you realize.  And yes, you do.”

The bus shook a few times, slowly rolling over several speed bumps that lined the lot before it came to a stop.  Tony stood first, quickly moving to the front to be the first out the door.  The driver turned back to look for you before allowing the door to open, knowing that you were the lead today, and not the man who now wouldn’t stop staring at him.

“Tony, sit.  I need to go out first and make sure things are in order.”  You tried not to smile at the sad face he was giving you, not buying into the small pout on his lips.  

“There they are,” Bruce announced, pointing to where the group of actors were taking their seats; a long table under a tent only a few feet away, with the entire area around it surrounded by reporters, cameras, and fans barricaded into a holding area off to the side.  “Is anyone else nervous?”


“Oh, god, yes.”

“I might actually throw up.”

“Hey, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes,” you snickered, “maybe pull it together, yeah?”  You stepped out to talk to the coordinator for the actor group, formalizing how the discussion would go and how much time would be allowed. When it had all been solidified, you gave a small wave back to the group and watched as they filed slowly from the vehicle.  Steve hesitated slightly when the crowd screamed his name at the sight of him, but Tony accepted the attention willingly, waving enthusiastically as he passed by.

“Okay, guys,” you directed, “take your seats by your actor.  We’re doing a really quick Q&A, then signing some autographs before you all get a few minutes to have a more casual meeting.  Just be on your best behavior for about two hours please.”

Each Avenger was very gracious, giving small waves to the fans as they sat down, then turning to shake the hand of their counterparts.  Wanda was the most open, hugging Elizabeth excitedly and showering her with compliments about her choice in clothing, her jewelry, and her portrayal in the last movie.  Elizabeth gave Wanda her condolences at the loss of Pietro, and offered another hug when the conversation had turned serious.  The two of them seemed to get along immediately and it appeared that they were becoming instant friends.  

“Excuse me, everyone, if we could have your attention please?  Let’s get started,” the moderator announced, “we have questions from your fans first.”

A small boy of about only five-years-old sheepishly stepped up to the microphone but was too short to reach it properly.  Clint jumped up and rushed over to him, kneeling down to lift him onto his shoulders so that the microphone was at his lips.  The little boy squealed and his face lit up, now almost too nervous to ask his question.  “Um, oh my gosh, um…my question is for…Sam.”

“Hey, little buddy,” Sam smiled, “how’s it going?”

“I’m good,” he laughed, jostling slightly when Clint chuckled beneath him.  “Um, so, are you sad that Bucky is Cap’s best friend again instead of you?”

Your eyes met Steve’s when you heard him let out a small gasp, hoping he would stay quiet, knowing that Sam could handle this much better than he could.  Bucky didn’t seem phased at all, though Sebastian was clearly taking it the worst.  “That kid goes hard,” he whispered nervously to the soldier, his eyes wide with shock, “starting us out heavy, huh?”

“Yeah,” Bucky replied, eagerly looking down the table at Sam, “but I want to hear his answer.”

Anthony leaned back in his chair with a wide smile, laughing at the bravery of such a small kid.  “Wow, my man, you haven’t even seen the movie yet,” he smirked with a shake of his head, looking at Sam for the reply.

“Well, I think that it’s really good for Cap to have all the friends that he wants.  He spent a few years kind of by himself, without Bucky, so as his friend I’m happy for him to have him back, you know?”  He leaned forward to look down the table at Barnes with a nod, “whichever one of us is actually his best friend isn’t too important.”

“Except that it’s me,” Bucky laughed, inciting a loud response from the fans next to them.

“I am also a close friend,” Thor interjected.

“So was I,” Tony sighed.

“Seriously?  Not now, Stark,” Steve groaned.  He cleared his throat and leaned into the microphone, opening his mouth to speak, but closing it again for a few seconds to consider what he wanted to say.  “Sam’s right. It doesn’t matter who’s the best friend.  I’m thankful for all of them.”  

You glanced between Tony and Steve, knowing that each of them felt the importance of the moment. When the next question was announced for Tony, Robert leaned forward to answer before he had the chance.  “I swear, the next time that the first question isn’t directed towards me, I will get up and walk out,” he chuckled, reaching over to slap Tony on the back.  “What the hell, Stark?  I’m shocked that you didn’t say it first.”

“Me too,” he sighed.  “So, what’s the question?  Hit me.”

A young woman with long blonde hair and a dress that was far too tight had taken the microphone this time, and when Tony wouldn’t stop staring, you positioned yourself behind her so he would see you, pointing a warning at him to stop.  “Mr. Stark,” she began politely, “do you think that Mr. Downey portrays you well in the Iron Man films?  And have you seen any of his other work?”

“I think he does a fantastic job of portraying an intellectually complex and dynamic character such as myself.”

“Well, I am quite an impressive actor.”

“But,” Tony continued, “I have to admit that I enjoyed Cumberbatch’s version of Sherlock much more. More cerebral.”

“Oh, shit,” you whispered to yourself, scolding Tony with your eyes.  “Move to the next question,” you said quietly to the moderator, but it was too late.

“More cerebral?” Robert choked, “I’m sorry, I guess I downplayed it to be sure that you didn’t miss anything.”

Evans opened up and laughed out loud, reaching over and unconsciously grabbing the left side of Steve’s chest for support.  “Oh, man, not cool,” he gasped, “he could totally kick your ass!  You need to watch what you say.  I would never say shit like that to Steve.”

“Okay, next question,” you finally interrupted, leaning down to the moderator’s microphone when they didn’t move fast enough for you.  He gave you a warning glance and pulled it back, but agreed that it was time to move forward.  Questions came in for Clint, Scarlett, Don, Vision, and Thor, leaving one more question before the break for autographs.  A young woman stepped up to the microphone, clearing the nerves from her voice before finally speaking.  

“My question is for Natasha, if that’s okay?”

“Absolutely, go ahead,” Nat nodded.  

“Thanks.  First of all, I’m a huge fan.  Of you and Scarlett.”  The girl shuffled her feet a few times, looking down until she built up her confidence to speak again.  “In the Ultron movie, they said that you couldn’t have kids.  I can’t either, and I’m wondering how you deal with that.”

The crowd had gone completely silent at the question, making the woman even more uncomfortable, which Natasha picked up on immediately.  Scarlett put her hand on Nat’s arm and leaned in close to whisper, but it was too quiet for you to hear.  Nat nodded her head a few times, then turned to deliver her answer to the young fan.  “I’m sorry that you have this situation weighing on you.  Are you okay?” 

“Sometimes yes, sometimes no.”

“More than anything else, there’s one thing that I want you to remember, okay?  Sometimes I’m the same way as you; I’m okay one minute and then I’m not in the next.  I’m no less of a woman because of it, and I’m strong, but I also allow it to hurt.  I feel it and I accept it, but it doesn’t define me.  It doesn’t define you, alright?  You are still whole.”

The crowd erupted into applause for Natasha, including the panel of Avengers and actors around her. You could see in her face that the attention surprised her and made her increasingly uncomfortable until Scarlett stood and pulled her up into a firm hug, again speaking to her quietly. Natasha released her and walked around the table towards the woman, grabbing her hand and pulling her close to share a private thought until the moderator called for the breakaway into the autograph session.

You kept your distance, with your focus on Steve and how he was doing under the public attention that he was reluctant to be a part of.  The ordeal of fighting with Tony and having the team split apart for so long had taken a toll on him, and he worried that the citizens who relied on him would no longer trust his judgment or his actions.  You could see that he was relaxing with each interaction and that he was realizing that his worries weren’t as justified as he thought.

“Okay, everyone,” you called out, “it’s time to head inside.”

A few boos were heard from the crowd when not everyone received an autograph, but the group followed as they were told; each pairing of Avenger and actor quickly splitting into their own private discussions.  

“It is truly amazing how similar our voices are,” Vision said to Paul.  “If it troubles you to sound so alike, I’m sure that I could take on another tone easily.”

“No, it’s fine, really,” the actor reassured him, “I find it quite an honor, to be truthful.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Hemsworth trying with all his might to lift Mjolnir, making enough noise and commotion to eventually get the attention of the rest of the group.  “So let me get this straight, I’m worthy enough to play you in the movies, but I can’t really lift this thing?  How does that work?”

“I am truly sorry, but it is not my choice.  If it were, I would readily allow it.”

Clint strolled casually up to Chris and slapped a firm reassurance to his shoulder, “hey, man, I couldn’t do it either, don’t feel bad.  None of us could, just like you guys showed in the last movie.  That was all true.”

“Are you serious?” Jeremy laughed, “Man, that sucks.  I was really rooting for you, Hawk.”  He took a long drink from his glass, smiling widely when he pulled it away, “I think we’re pretty damn worthy, if you ask me.”

“Honestly, I was totally shocked that you couldn’t lift it, Bruce,” Mark whispered to him as they stood on the sidelines away from the growing group around the hammer.  “I know you don’t think so, but you’re worthy as far as I’m concerned.”

Bruce’s mouth hung agape at Mark’s words, hearing them but not allowing himself to believe it.  No matter who said them, he would never believe. “That’s a nice sentiment, thank you. I appreciate it, really, but I am far from worthy.”

“Nah, give yourself some credit.  I would never have agreed to portray you if I didn’t believe it myself.”


When the meeting had ended and was deemed a success, there were phone numbers exchanged and future meetings set up, intermingling the two groups into something that neither side had anticipated.  Avengers were meeting families, actors were setting up tours of the tower, and you were sitting back watching it all play out.  The team began to file back onto the bus to get back to the jet and the actors were gathering in the studio to say their own goodbyes while you were tying up the final loose ends with your Marvel rep.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Evans yelled from across the parking lot, jogging towards you.  You said your final thanks to the rep and turned to face him as he approached.  Since your meeting at the children’s hospital several months ago, you had come to know him a little better, but it would always shock you how much he and Steve were alike.  “Hey, before you go, I just wanted to say thanks for this, everyone had a great time.”

“So did we,” you replied with a smile, reaching out to shake his hand, “we’ll have to do something again soon.  Something a little less official.”

He took your hand and brought it to his lips, and you felt your face begin to feel heat rising in it. “I can’t wait,” he mumbled quietly.

You jumped back to attention when Steve’s hand slid around your waist, pulling you tightly to his side so that your hand dropped away from Chris’ grip.  “Chris, I’ll see you next month, then?”  His voice carried a deep tone, and you knew that jealous Steve was making an appearance.  He knew that you actually enjoyed this side of him and was taking full advantage of the opportunity.

“Yes, sir.  Next month,” Chris replied nervously.  “(Y/N), good night.  Thanks again.”  He lowered his gaze and shoved his hands deep into his pockets and turned away, returning to his own group so quickly that you knew how much Steve really intimidated him.

“Steven Rogers, that was rude.  He wasn’t doing anything.”

“Oh, I know,” he chuckled, “he’s a great kid.  But he reminds me too much of myself, and sweetheart, that means nothing but trouble.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”  

His eyes grew dark as he looked at you, though a small smile was beginning to curl at the corners of his mouth.  He spun quickly and wrapped his arm around your waist, throwing you over his shoulder as you squealed, trying to wiggle away uselessly against his strength as he carried you onto the bus full of waiting teammates.  

“It means that one of us is all the trouble you can handle, (Y/N).”

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SNSD Reaction to You Failing to be Sexy

Prompt: Hey can I request a reaction for SNSD and F(x) of you trying really hard to be sexy but end up clumsy and the total opposite of sexy.

Seohyun: “I like it!” She’d grin and give you finger guns the entire performance, cheering you on as you go and pouting when you finally stop.

Sooyoung: “Woah!” She’d enjoy the show until your clumsiness decided to show itself, then become surprised and burst into laughter at the sight.

Yoona: “Perfect, perfect!” She’d find the entire thing super cute and funny, acting as your own personal cheerleader through her laughter.

Sunny: “Oh my god what is this?” She’d laugh so hard she’d have to cover her eyes to try and calm her giggles down. Then she’d ask you to do it again.

Taeyeon: “Oh, wow.” She’d be pretty much speechless, surprised by your show of clumsiness instead of sexiness, staring at you with a fond smile on her face.

Tiffany: “My baby’s the cutest.” She’d find the entire thing to be adorable-despite your efforts to be sexy-and end up cooing affectionately at you afterwards.

Hyoyeon: “Ohhh, work it!” She’d be surprised at first, but she’d quickly start cheering you on, pretending to take pictures as you pose, all seriousness out the window.

Yuri: “What’s this?” She’d enjoy the entire show, giggling, watching you fondly, and giving you high-fives at the end, complimenting you endlessly. 

Jessica: “Nice- are you okay?” She’d make faces and wiggle her eyebrows until you slipped. She’d then be worried and fuss over you until she knows you’re fine.

I haven’t had to write anything for SNSD for a long time, so I had a bit of a time with this. Hope everyone enjoys though! The f(x) version is here. ~ Admin Kiwi