SMILING AT HER DOING ANYTHING HE CAN EVEN MAKING RIDICULOUS IMPRESSIONS OF HIMSELF

The Case of the Bed Stranger

Stiles/Derek, T, 1.5K words, College AU

Written for the following prompt: The house party me and my friends threw kinda escalated and after throwing out everyone I found this half naked person passed out in my bed but I can’t be bothered to wake them up now so I’m just gonna go to sleep and deal with it in the morning, they are kind of cute anyway AU


“Erica,” Derek says calmly—very calmly, he thinks, considering the situation. It’s two in the morning, he just trudged back from the library with a pounding headache behind his eyes, and he comes home to find their apartment the site of a raging house party, with drunk undergrads everywhere.

“Hey, Der,” she says, with that wide grin that only comes out when she’s had one drink too many.

“You didn’t tell me you were throwing a party,” he says, his jaw clenched, and she scoffs.

“This? This isn’t a party. This is a, uh, just a little get-together.”

Derek rolls his eyes. “It’s finals, for fuck’s sake. I’m going to bed, at least turn the fucking music down.”

He pushes through the crowd—accidentally hitting some of them with his backpack, oops—and finally seeks refuge in his room. The noise is dulled, blessedly, when he shuts the door behind him, and he exhales, letting his eyes fall shut. His momentary calm evaporates, however, when he opens eyes and notices the very important fact that someone is currently asleep in his bed, sprawled out on his stomach like he owns the place.

All Derek can see is broad bare shoulders, messy brown hair, and half of a mole-dotted face, pressed into the pillow and currently slack with sleep. Huh.

Derek sighs. He’s fucking exhausted, he doesn’t want to deal with babysitting some drunk kid right now, and he really doesn’t want him to wake up and then throw up in Derek’s bed or something.

Plus, the traitorous little voice in his head says, he’s really cute.

Derek shakes his head, irritated, as he drops his backpack on his desk chair. He strips down to his boxers and skips brushing his teeth—he’ll do it twice in the morning, and people are probably fucking the bathroom anyway, Jesus Christ.

Derek pulls back the comforter and gently slides into the bed, trying not to disrupt the mattress before he realizes that he’s being ridiculous. Why is he even considering a stranger’s comfort? It all seems for naught, anyway, because this kid apparently sleeps like the dead.

He takes a quick peek under the blankets, and at least the guy’s still wearing briefs, thank god. Derek doesn’t want to have to worry about accidentally sexually assaulting someone in his sleep.

He flops over onto his other side—thanks to the king size bed, his only grad school indulgence, there’s plenty of room—and closes his eyes. He’ll deal with this shit in the morning.

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Single Dad, CEO! ♡ Tom Holland Head Canon

summary: ceo!tom meets single dad! tom

wc: about 2100

warnings: language ?? lot’s of cuteness ??

author’s note: two of my favorite tom au’s and hOLY SHIT I’M SO GLAD AN ANON MENTIONED THIS SHOUTOUT TO YOU!! there’s a lot i left out simply because it would be extremely long if i didn’t so i apologize but there may be a part 2 in the future ??


  • Single Dad!Tom was an accident, but also the biggest miracle in Tom’s eyes
  • His daughter’s mom, a woman he vaguely remembered sleeping with one drunken night,  left her with Tom one morning as a “surprise” never to be heard from or seen again
  • He had no idea his daughter even existed, he wasn’t even sure she really was his
  • But her features were almost identical to hers, being a dead giveaway he couldn’t ignore
  • It took him awhile to process it
  • She was merely a few months old when her mother dropped her off at Tom’s penthouse without so much as a second thought
  • However, Tom was probably the most clueless person on how to be a father
  • He vaguely had memories of helping with his younger brothers, but it was never his responsibility to take care of them as babies
  • He immediately called Harrison over to help him figure it out
  • “Are you gonna.. Keep it?”
  • “Fuckin’ hell, Harrison, of course I’m keeping her.”
    • he says this while admiring the baby girl in the car seat who was still sound asleep
  • “You’re telling me you had no idea she was even born??”
  • “Harrison..if I knew I had gotten a woman pregnant don’t you think I would’ve mentioned it at some point??”
  • Tom finding her birth certificate and other important papers her mother left in a folder
  • Her name is Genesis, and he’s positive it’s the most beautiful name he’s ever heard now
  • He really struggles balancing work and taking care of Genesis for the first few months
  • He couldn’t decide on a day care and went to at least a dozen because he wanted to make sure it was perfect for his little angel who already had Tom wrapper around her tiny finger
  • He makes sure his assistant doesn’t schedule any meetings around the times he drops/picks up Genesis from day care
  • Everywhere he goes with her, he proudly carries her and her diaper bag
  • Loads of trips to the park as she gets to be around 2 years old
  • Pushing her on the little swings for a good hour until she’s tired and his arms feel like falling off
  • Sometimes when his schedule is free, he’ll pack them both a small picnic filled with PB&J’s and juice boxes
  • As Genesis gets older, Tom is really picking up on this whole parenting thing
  • He does his best to revolve his schedule around her little life
  • Bringing her into the office as often as he can just to show her off
  • She’s a really excited toddler and is always buzzing with energy, especially when she’s getting non stop attention at Tom’s work
  • She loves spinning around in his office chair
  • All of his employees LOVING her
  • She’s made best friends with one of the older women who work there, Carol, from the sales department
  • “Daddy, daddy, look!! Carol made me a bracelet!!”
  • Secretly, Tom gives Carol a raise because she offers to babysit Genesis sometimes and Tom is just so grateful for how much Carol likes her
  • He’ll carry Genesis through the building with a huge, excited smile on his face
  • On the weekends he makes sure to go all out and cook them big breakfasts with waffles and bacon and fruit and eggs and really he just loves doing things for her
  • She loves when he gives himself a whipped cream beard, her giggles filling the kitchen
  • dON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON WHEN HE AGREED TO SIGN HER LITTLE 4 YEAR OLD SELF UP FOR BALLET
  • Let me tell you, it’s the best thing that has ever happened
  • She begs him to practice in the living room with her, insisting she teaches him  
    • Although he has a few moves up his sleeve
  • So he’d put on his serious listening face and give her his full attention
  • But she’d pause it in the middle of the lesson to go put on her tutu
  • And she’d come back with a pink blanket from her room, begging Tom to put it on around his waist so he could be a “pretty pink dancer” too!
  • Yet she’s his baby girl, so really he’d do anything to make her happy
  • Except one evening when he missed one of her recitals due to an extremely important business meeting followed by ridiculous traffic
  • He finally makes it, but the little dancers are attempting to do their final bow in unison
  • His heart is so heavy with sorrow and regret and he feels like the worst dad ever 
  • But Genesis comes running to him when all is over and he’d pick her up immediately and start apologizing to her for missing it
  • “It’s ok, daddy, I still love you a lot”
  • He’d never admit his eyes teared up
  • Taking Genesis out for ice cream to make up for it and letting her stay up two hours later than usual
  • oH LORD THE COUNTLESS NUMBER OF TEA PARTIES
  • “Dad we’re british it’s normal for us”
  • “Darling, nothing is normal about daddy wearing this princess tutu.”
  • It was a contrast to his usual business attire
  • Helping Genesis arrange all of her larger stuffed animals around the table
  • Filling up little tea cups with apple juice and putting on a proper English accent
  • It never fails to make Genesis laugh
  • Once he gets into it, he’s wanting to continue it longer than she does
  • “Ok, daddy I’m bored.”
  • “But Mr. Giraffe was telling me a brilliant story about-”
  • “No, we’re done.”  
  • Her first day of Kindergarten was the most stressful day for him
  • He tried braiding her hair
    • Keyword: Tried
  • Genesis letting out little heavy sighs as he tugs on her hair in an attempt to do the seemingly complicated twists
  • Tom moved all his meetings so that he could have the morning dedicated to Genesis’ big day
  • Loading up her little pink backpack with extra snacks, juice boxes, her favorite teddy bear, and loads of crayons and new supplies she begged to have
  • Driving his own BMW instead of having his driver take them because this was a big deal
  • Constantly checking on her in the backseat through the rearview mirror
  • “Daddy why do you keep looking back here?”
  • “You’re not allowed to keep growing up”
  • “bUT DAD HOW ELSE WILL UNCLE HARRISON LOVE ME IF I’M STILL A BABY”
    • Not to mention this little 5 year old had a slight crush on “uncle” Harrison
    • It irritated Tom to NO END
  • Pulling up to the school and Tom assisting her out of her car seat, helping her little legs reach the ground of the car
  • Him holding her hand and guiding her to her classroom
  • He feels very out of place since the room is filled with mainly moms
  • Loads of moms staring at the gorgeous man ???
  • Giving polite smiles to them and he swears he heard one of them say, “I’d get a divorce for that one over there,” while pointing to him
  • He’s really flattered but all he wants to focus on is Genesis
  • Helping her find her name tag on one of the tiny tables
  • The teacher starts dismissing parents and Tom really doesn’t want to leave
  • He might’ve tried bribing the teacher but she still refused
  • Leaving the classroom after giving Genesis lots of hugs and forehead kisses
  • Watching her talk to the kids around her makes him grin
  • leT’S JUST TALK ABOUT HOW FRUSTRATED TOM GETS WITH GENESIS’ HOMEWORK
  • So he thought when she asked him for help it would be a piece of cake
  • “What is this shit??”
  • “Daddy, language.”
    • “Sorry, what is this crap?”
    • “DaD THAT’S STILL NOT POLITE”
  • She definitely got his attitude
  • Long after Genesis figured out the simple word problems and gone to bed, he’s still trying to make sense of the kindergarten common core logic
  • Ringing Harrison for his opinion
  • “WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT ARE THEY TRYING TO TEACH MY DAUGHTER??”
  • “Listen, mate, google it or some shit, it’s 1:00 a.m.”
  • Let’s not forget the matching Spider-Man shirts Tom insists on getting him and Genesis because they both adored the superhero
  • When it’s career day in 2nd grade, Genesis is EXTREMELY excited to bring her dad in
  • He wears one of his best suits, eager to make a good impression for Genesis
  • Talking about how it is being a CEO
  • Genesis is watching him with such admiration because she’s already so proud of her dad
  • Tom accidentally swearing around a load of 7 and 8 year olds
  • Becoming flustered and apologizing rapidly to the other parents and teachers in the room
  • “Well, that went well.”
  • “Just keep walking, Genny.”
  • The first time Genesis had a field trip in 3rd grade, TOM WAS BEYOND EXCITED
  • He took off a whole day of work and silenced all of his work phones and emails
  • It was a trip to the zoo and he wanted to chaperone
  • He brought extra snacks for all the kids in his group and bought them all tickets to ride the carousels and feed the giraffes and basically gave into whatever the kids wanted
  • Every kid in Genesis’ class wanted to be in Mr. Holland’s group
  • He’s totally loving being the icon of the day
  • When he learned Genesis liked one of the little boys in the group, oH GOD HIS POOR DAUGHTER
  • “Hey, Gen, is thIS THE BOY??” while pointing at the little boy who was very scared
  • “Oh mY GOD, DAD.”
  • Although Tom was arguably one of the smartest businessmen in history, it was unknown whY he wore a white button up and black slacks to the ZOO
  • He really regretted this when they went into the petting zoo
  • A goat chewed a hole through the bottom of his trousers and an other slobbered all over his shirt
  • Tom rarely went on dates after having Genesis, he couldn’t bring himself to make time for another girl in his life since she was basically the star of it now
  • One night, he went on a date with a girl from Italy, who Genesis wasn’t very fond of
  • He left her with the babysitter and promised to come say goodnight again when he got home
  • Being the smart little girl she is, she dialled Tom’s number on her emergency phone while the Nanny was in the kitchen and told him she broke her ankle while practicing ballet
  • Of course, Tom cut the date short and rushed home
  • ONLy to find her practicing pirouettes with the babysitter
  • “What about your ankle??”
  • “I don’t think it was broken, after all!”
  • Tom being very upset that she had lied
  • Questioning her about it after the babysitter left
  • “I didn’t like her. She looked like a bitc-”
  • “GeNESIS HolLAND”
  • But really he can’t help but laugh
  • She really took after him when it came to her open mindedness
  • Later on, down the road, Tom met you
  • You were Genesis’ 5th grade teacher
  • She always came home raving about how cool her teacher was is and how nice and you always drew cute pictures on her papers that received perfect scores
  • Parent-Teacher conferences came around and of course he showed up, expecting an older woman from all of Genesis’ descriptions
  • Boy was he wrong
  • You were his age, or maybe a year or two younger
  • He didn’t expect you to be that pretty
  • He tries to be charming but that doesn’t go as planned
  • “So, uh.. What do you do?”
  • “I’m.. a.. Teacher.”
  • Going on and on about how Genesis is easily one of your favorite students
  • Tom going home that night thinking of excuses to see you again
  • So the next day he offers to drive Genesis to school instead of her riding the bus
  • “But Daddddd it’s not cool anymore-”
  • “Get in the car.”
  • Even walking her to her class despite all of her little protests
  • When he gets to the classroom his heart is pretty much going !!!!!!!
  • Lol only to find out there’s a substitute today because you’re sick
  • So he repeats the process the next day and poor Genny is like “dAD WHY ARE YOU HERE”
  • You’re finally back and he makes his way over to you
  • “Hey, Mr. Holland right?” and you smile at him and his heart is doing gymnastics
  • “Can we get coffee sometime?” gENESIS AND HER CLASSMATES ARE ALL WATCHING THE EXCHANGE WITH WIDE EYES
  • Blushing at his gesture and nodding slightly
  • The 5th graders all going “ooOOOOH MISS Y/L/N”
  • Hushing them while Tom gives you a smile and gives Genesis a hug before leaving
  • Sending a note through Genesis to you the next day containing his phone number
  • Genesis reading the note
  • “Dad you’re so embarrassing.”
  • Genesis giving you the note later in class
  • “It’s from my dad, I think he really likes you. But don’t worry, he has my approval. Are you gonna come over for dinner now?? Can I get an A in all my subjects now???”
  • Texting Tom later in the day, a smile on both of your faces throughout the conversation
  • Tom thanking Genesis when he gets home :’)
  • Also reminding her no matter what she’d always be his favorite girl
  • You ended up being an extremely close second 
To Build A Home - Chapter 8

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7


Warnings: A bit of swearing, I guess? This chapter is mostly fluff. See, guys? I’m not a total monster! 


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The boy - or rather, “the prince”- helped Virgil to his feet and then dropped his hand. “Who are you?” Virgil asked curiously,  jogging to keep up as the boy started to walk briskly in the other direction.

“Roman Prince, at your service!” the prince declared.

“Wait,” Virgil stopped in his place and the boy did too. “Roman, what?”  

“Prince,” Roman said slowly. “P-R-I-N-C-E.”

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I Will Cover You

My first Dream Daddy fic. I am officially in Smallmarch (Robert Small/Damien Bloodmarch) hell. No regrets. And of course my first foray is angst and fluff. A killer combination. Robert tries his best to take care of Damien after surgery. 

Cut for length, not for content, though do be aware that this fic depicts post-top surgery.

“Oh. It’s you.”

“If I had a dollar for everytime someone answered a door and said that to my face…anyway, yes. It’s me. Where’s your dad?”

Robert wished for a second that his hands weren’t full, a loaded grocery bag in one and an unopened bottle in the other. Otherwise, he could have just pushed past Lucien and gotten into the house. Instead, he had to play this whole game of Purposeful Small Talk. Which he hated almost as much as Pointless Small Talk.

“Isn’t it Goth Night at Jim and Kim’s? Maybe you should try there.”

“The closest thing Jim and Kim’s has to ‘Goth Night’ is ‘Dark Sullen Drunk Night,’ and since I’m not there, that’s not happening. Move it.”

Lucien didn’t budge, instead raising a perfectly lined brow at the whiskey in Robert’s hand. “You do actually know that he can’t drink right now, right?”

He didn’t. “So? This is for me.”

“…”

“Look, Lucy. This can go one of two ways. You can move out of my way, or I can come back armed with a fully-loaded Betsy. Your call.”

“Did you just threaten my life so you can hang out with my dad?”

“Maybe.” Really, it was more a threat on his allergies, but…whatever it took.

Lucien smiled, and moved aside with a dramatic flourish of his hand. “Impressive. You may enter.”

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Curly curly curly - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

#5. Doing each other’s hair. Heyyyyyyy , first request for something else than Marvel or DC ! I’m excited :D. Hope you’ll like it :

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-This is ridiculous.

You sigh for the hundredth times today, and ignore yet again his comment. He scoffs at your lack of vocal reaction, but doesn’t do anything to get away from you, which you took as a good sign. You resumed what you were doing, and turn your head toward the entrance door as you can hear John’s footsteps going up the stairs. 

Without seeing him, you were sure it was John Watson. You’d recognize the way he walked anywhere. Each of his feet on the wooden steps making a particular sound, unique to his way of climbing stairs. You’ve always been able to tell those kind of things…Most people pegged you for a crazy person, or a stalker, as you always knew too much about them before they even spoke to you. Most people…But Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. 

And sure enough, the door opened on a John whose hands were full of groceries. When he saw you, his face brightened, and you smiled back to him. You two became great friends, and John would always have a soft spot for you because of how happy you made his best friend (though Sherlock would scoff at that, calling him a “cheesy pathetic hopeless romantic man”…even though he was right). 

Sherlock didn’t even turn around to greet his friend, still kind of annoyed with you and your stubbornness to…brush his goddamn hair. 

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The List - Bucky x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by buckwildbarnes

You punched the button on the elevator and sighed, closing your eyes. It was disastrous date one after another. This guy was sent a message by his ex right when you were having dinner and getting along. He then proceeded to show you the text message of her wanting to try again before running off.

The other one previously was obnoxiously rude. He interrupted the waitress when she was talking about the specials, he interrupted you and straight out said your opinion was wrong when you were talking about movies, at first you thought he was trying to be funny, until you realised he was more serious than ever.

The elevator doors opened and you walked straight into the living room and fell onto the couch with a sigh. Steve shot Wanda a worried look as she moved over to you and rubbed your arm.

“No more dates, I’ve had enough. I’m done” You mumbled into the couch before rolling over to look at the ceiling.

“You say this but then you go on about how you miss the intimacy of a relationship and enjoying their company..” Wanda explained and you covered your eyes with your arm. She was right as always.

“Bad date again?” You heard a deep voice pipe up, you lifted your head to see Bucky in the doorway, sipping coffee from a mug without a care in the world. If anything, he seemed almost smug. You looked at him, his white vest on and his flattering grey sweatpants on. This would be much easier if Bucky Barnes would just love you. 

“You could say that” You mumbled, sitting up and pulling your coat off and your shoes. Wanda shot Bucky a look which brought him to sit next to you. Steve soon excused himself and Wanda put her face in a magazine. 

“C’mon doll, we’ll watch some crap TV and you’ll be over whatever his name is in no time” Bucky rubbed your arm, you dropped your head on his shoulder as he put on animal planet, knowing the puppies were gonna cheer you up. 


It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep with your head on Bucky’s lap, as soon as he started playing with your hair you were a goner.

“Bucky Barnes” Wanda hissed making him snap out of his lovesick trance as he watched you. “Do something.”

“I can’t just do something” Bucky hissed back “I’m not what she’s looking for.”

“What’s that then?” Wanda raised an eyebrow making Bucky groan.

“A man with two actual arms, not previously brainwashed, not previously an assassin. Someone who knows how to have a good time. I haven’t even kissed anyone since the 40s..” Bucky listed off, he realised his jerky movements had woke you temporarily from your slumber. He froze on the spot as you sat up and yawned, rubbing your eyes. You gave them both a small wave before heading to your bedroom.

“Did she hear anything?” Bucky asked panicked.

“No she’s still mostly asleep” Wanda reassured.


The next day you went in the kitchen to grab some breakfast when something really odd happened. Bucky had himself pressed up against Wanda as she bent down to get something. The look of horror crossed his face as he noticed what you walked in on. You felt slightly disheartened, you had only been in love with Bucky since you started, but he never reciprocated your feelings, so who were you to be angry. It did sting you a little that it was Wanda of all people.

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll uh..come back later” You stuttered over your words before making a swift exit, not able to get that image out of your mind.

“Barnes, please get your dick away from me” Wanda cursed picking up the plates she had dropped behind the island. 

“I didn’t mean to, I just went to grab them as you did and now Y/N walked in and..” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair “This is bad.”

“Look it doesn’t matter, she probably didn’t think anything of it.” Wanda reassured sitting down with her food “As I was saying, we are gonna go through your list of things and make you the perfect candidate.”

Wanda frowned as she picked up the piece of paper that Bucky had passed to her, clearly ripped from his journal.

1. Two arms.

“Bucky, Y/N is not superfical, and you know she loves your arm, plus there’s not much we can do about that” Wanda frowned. “Okay what’s next?”

2. Handsome

“Alright, what do you say about getting a haircut Barnes? And a shave?” Wanda asked and Bucky fiddled with his hands before nodding. He really did like Y/N, and even though he had an inkling she liked him back, he wanted to really blow her away.


You walked into the living room, blanket in hand and chocolate in the other. The room was fully free for once, which was strange it never happened. You had been out all day with Natasha, trying to get you set up with one of her friends. After seeing Bucky and Wanda, it kind of gave you the kick up the ass you needed.

You took comfort in the corner of the sofa and put on your favourite film, Dirty Dancing. You eyed Bucky walking into the room and frowned as he sat down next to you. His hair was much shorter, much much shorter. 

“Hey doll, mind if I join?” He asked with a smile as you eyed his hair, and his smooth face.

“No that’s fine, what happened to your hair Buck?” You asked, running your hand through it. You couldn’t lie he looked good, but this wasn’t the Bucky you were used to. Especially considering he was wearing some very strange designer pyjamas as well. 

“Wanda suggested I get it cut, don’t you like it?” He asked worriedly as you gave him a strange look. Your hands now running along his jaw as you inspected either side of his hair.

“It suits you, it looks good. Just not used to it” You said sitting back down. Of course Wanda would suggest he get a haircut. Maybe it was his choice too, you just hoped she wasn’t rushing him into changing himself.  “Those pyjamas are ridiculous though” You teased.

“What?” He said looking down at his blue button up. “I thought this was fashion”

“Since when does James Barnes do fashion?” You giggled. He smirked and tickled you playfully for your comment. You stopped giggling when he pulled the shirt over his head and chucked it to the side. You soon realised how dry your mouth was, and turned back to the film as he relaxed into your side.  You needed to stop oggling your friends boyfriend.


“You’re getting stubbly” Wanda warned Bucky as they sat down in the living room together to go over the next part of his list. It had been a few days and although he appreciated the haircut, he didn’t like being completely clean shaven, he felt naked. Plus you complimented him on how it looked better now.

“I know, it’s fine. I’m uh, I’m not sure if we should practice this part. Feels wrong” Bucky said chewing his lip. 

“It doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a friend helping a friend” Wanda shrugged, a lot more comfortable than what Bucky was.

“What if I get it wrong?” Bucky flushed “I really don’t wanna screw this up.”

“I thought you were the ultimate ladies man back in the 40s, you need to get that confidence back. Be cocky, girls love it” Wanda said with a smile before turning to Bucky. She watched him fidget about and sighed before grabbing his face and kissing him hard.

You had ran around the whole kitchen, unable to find your one hoody. It was freezing outside and there was no way you were going anywhere without it. When it seemed like there was no hope, you ran down to Bucky’s room and knocked, he would know where it was. 

After a few minutes when there was no response, you headed back upstairs and into the living room. You stopped dead in your tracks when you watched Wanda and Bucky making out pretty heavy on the couch. You sucked in a breath, they were your friends you had to be happy for them. Bucky’s eyes opened wide when he caught you stood there, trying not to interrupt as you moved around the living room, trying to find your hoody.

“Y/N?” Bucky cleared his throat, pushing Wanda away gently.

“Sorry guys, I’m just trying to find my hoody, I’ll be out in a second” You mentioned, your voice quiet, trying to hide the hurt. Bucky realised Wanda and him had been lying on it and pulled it out from under him. He passed it to you and frowned when he noticed you avoiding his gaze. 

“Thanks, have fun guys” You mumbled before jogging out the room.

Bucky looked to Wanda who shrugged before going back to his list.

“What’s the point in me going through this list if Y/N won’t wanna go on a date with me?” Bucky asked disheartened from the hurt written across your face.

“We’ll set her up like a surprise date. Don’t worry, you guys will have your happy ever after. That kiss Barnes was mighty impressive” Wanda giggled to herself.

“Yeah, thanks” Bucky mumbled, distracted.


You had avoided Bucky and Wanda for the remainder of the week. Bucky had tried to talk to you but when he did, he was giving you sarcastic remarks and acting like a dick. You had no idea what was going on with him. But that didn’t matter, you had a date tonight and you were going to make sure this one actually went smoothly.

You had no idea what this guy looked like or if he was remotely nice. But Natasha pushed that it was meant to be and that he would sweep you off your feet. You opted for a sleek black dress and a little bit of make up, you didn’t want to go all out like you had on the other dates, believing now that you weren’t showing them your true self.

“Table for L/N” You asked the waiter who greeted you. 

“Oh your party is already here, please follow me” He said with a smile. You followed him, nerves hitting you as you smoothed down your dress. Well here goes nothing.

You frowned when you seen Bucky sat at the table, a nice blue shirt and jacket on, his hair pushed back and a smile on his face. He thanked the waiter and took your hand, sitting down with you.

“What’s going on? Is this a prank?” You asked, looking around trying to see if Tony was hiding somewhere.

“No, it’s me, I’m your date.Name is James Buchanan Barnes, it’s lovely to meet you” He offered his hand and you raised an eyebrow at him. He let out a breath and called the waiter over and ordered a bottle of wine.

“Alright I’ll explain what’s going on.” He took your hand, although you were skeptical of why he was here, you couldn’t help but melt at the sight of Bucky Barnes actually attempting to wine and dine you. Something you had wished for for a long time.

“I’ve been head over heels in love with you for sometime doll” He confessed with a small chuckle. “I kept seeing you broken hearted that all these dates were going terribly but I just kept thanking my lucky stars because I wanted to be the one to sweep you off your feet. But I didn’t feel like I was good enough..”

“Bucky, I would have gone on a date with you at anytime, at any place..” You smiled at him softly.

“I know, but I needed it to be perfect. So I made a list of things and Wanda was helping me. I cut my hair and took care of my appearance a bit more, I hadn’t kissed a girl in a very long time so Wanda was helping me, I’m sorry you walked in on that. But I was doing this all for you, I swear..”

“You did all this for me?” You asked and Bucky nodded. “You didn’t need to change a damn thing Bucky, I was in love with you right from the start. Though please don’t kiss Wanda anymore, I don’t think I can stomach that.”

“I know” He laughed out loud, rubbing his head “I was wonderin, if tonight goes well, if you would consider may be going on another date?”

“Hmm” You tapped a finger against your lip with a smile “I’ll do you one better, if tonight goes well, how about you make me your permanent practice partner?”

“That sounds like music to my ears” 


Assassin Preference: Dancing (with you)

A/N: I kinda assumed this was fairly-formal dancing, but I added in just casual dancing if it applied!

Altair

Altair isn’t the dancing sort of guy. Not when it’s a group of people. He likes to maintain his Assassin image and dancing was not something a ‘true’ Assassin did. Alone, he’ll sometimes hold your hand and slowly move the two of you back and forth across the room. Eventually he has more fun with it, and you swear you’ve never heard him chuckle so much in one hour. It’s a secret the two of you share. The kisses at the end are nice, too.

Ezio

Oh, Ezio adores dancing! It doesn’t matter what the song is; something lively, something more refined, anything! It’s a chance to be close with you, and to show off his excellent footwork (or so he brags), what could possibly be the downside? He steals a few kisses at the end of each song, and asks you for another dance until your feet are too tired to continue. He especially loves dancing with you at parties; look at how lovely you are, and you’re there with him! Dancing with him! What could be better?

Connor

Connor would be hesitant because he’s not quite sure how to dance with you. A few encouraging words from you would help him get started, but you’d have to lead him through the steps. He pays close attention to your feet, trying to mimic your steps, but that means he’s constantly looking down and not at you. You can’t help but smile at his knitted brows and pursed lips, repeating the same step over and over with you until he’s got it. He doesn’t do anything halfway, that’s for sure.

Haytham

Haytham knows how to dance, but he’ll only do it on his terms. Try to get him to dance when he doesn’t want to and he’ll just give you a nettled “Not now, I’m busy” (And yes, he will say this even when he isn’t doing anything productive). When he wants to, he’ll approach you politely and extend a hand, asking for a dance. He’s a great lead, and he knows it too. Just don’t get too big of an ego there, Kenway.

Aveline

Aveline knows how to dance, and can dance well. She would love to dance with you- whether you’re experienced at it or not. She’ll teach you if you’re new, complement your skill if you’re not. Sometimes she’ll get dressed up and go out to a party to dance with you, but she likes spur-of-the-moment dancing too. What makes dancing with her so fun is that she isn’t good at just one style. From straight-laced ballroom dancing to loose and fun kind of dancing where the two of you just make up moves as you follow the rhythm of the song, she’s a practiced expert.

Edward

Edward’s not much of a dancer. He doesn’t want to be called Captain Tippy Toes for the rest of his life, and trust me, most of his pirate buddies wouldn’t hesitate to call him something like that. If he had to for, say, a mission where blending into high society was a crucial part and there was dancing, then sure. Maybe. He wouldn’t be happy about it and he’d still try to convince you not to dance with him. He’d say he was a bad dancer, two left feet and all that, or maybe he ate too much of that fancy turtle soup (which he also complained about because who ate turtles for fun?), but you know he’s just giving you excuse after excuse. If by some stroke of luck he’s dancing with you, he’s not half bad. Definitely not the oaf he claimed to be. He lacks the formal training of the upper class, but he didn’t make a fool of himself. It surprised him just as much as it surprised you.

Arno

He can dance. Of course he can dance. He’ll dance with you if he gets the chance, but he doesn’t get as many chances as he’d like. Sometimes, on a slow evening, he’ll take your hand and sway with you to no particular music. One (or both) of you start to hum along, making your own songs as you go. It’s one of the things he loves doing no matter how he’s feeling. There’s something so normal about it. So slow, so gentle. Even if it’s a spirited dance- he’s used to getting shot at and having to always look over his shoulder, dancing definitely doesn’t get his adrenaline pumping (which, quite frankly, is nice. Too much adrenaline and coffee is not a good mix).  

Evie

She doesn’t dance. That’s what she told you. You found that hard to believe- she had to at least know how to dance, right? With her grace, it wasn’t a far-fetched assumption to make. Well, you were right- she can dance. But you really didn’t want to ask for a dance after seeing her “waltz” with Starrick. Yeah… you wouldn’t press the matter any further even if you weren’t in danger of her leading with her right foot. You’re just content to know that one day, when she finally wants to dance, she knows how (and can teach you if you do not).

Jacob

Jacob? Dancing? He’s one of the leaders of London’s largest crime syndicate! Do you think he won the boroughs over by dancing?! (Well, now that you mention it…) He’s a gang boss, not some… some… poncy stuffed politician! Do you want him to wear one of those infernal suits again? Don’t answer- I already know your answer. What do you mean you’ve seen him practicing to impress you? That never happened. Never! You have no proof! And you say he’s actually quite good when he thinks no one is watching? What? Ridiculous!

Desmond

Desmond is good at dancing next to you. Not so good at the whole ‘with you’ part. Who ballroom dances anymore? Not Desmond, that’s for sure. Not that he’s against trying- he just never learned how to do it properly. He’s also not the best dancer even in a situation where he knows what he’s doing, but it’s endearing. Why does he move his hips so much? What’s that goofy smile always on his face? He will always look at you while dancing, to watch your face go a little red and that one half-embarrassed, half-adoring smile spread across your face. It’s one of the best parts about dancing, in his opinion.

When We Collide (Part 5)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: PG-All

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

”No way! Seriously? They really kicked you out of college?”

You rolled your eyes and glared over at Nicole for being the gossip snitch, something she had been her whole life but you really had wished she would have kept this to yourself just for a while. It was, after all, pretty humiliating when you thought about it.

“You sound like you’re surprised, Joey.” You commented with a glimpse in the eye and lifted your beer up to your mouth, letting the taste explode your senses and cool down your pre-sweating forehead.

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anonymous asked:

I really enjoy reading your head canons 💖 this is my first time so could I request RFA V+Saeran reacting to an mc who's really into makeup and mc wanting to do their makeup? Thank you 💖

Yoosung

  • If MC asked if she could do his makeup, he’d probably be kind of reluctant
  • Just because he’s never worn makeup before, and he’s not sure if it’s appropriate for a guy to wear, even if it’s coming off right after
  • MC does up his makeup, and it’s so pretty, she has to take pictures
  • Then, she cleans it off of him (he kind of likes this part, despite himself) and whips out a completely different set of makeup, but refuses to explain
  • As she’s doing his makeup again, she keeps looking at a reference on her phone
  • When she’s done, she takes more pictures, then reveals to Yoosung she made him look like one of the top-tier bosses in LOLOL
  • He’s so excited by it that he willing posts the pictures and changes his profile picture online ^^

Jaehee

  • Even before they started dating, Jaehee noticed that, although MC never mentioned makeup, she never wore it the same way two days in a row
  • Like, it’s a different style or set of colors, and usually matches to MC’s outfits
  • Whenever Jaehee compliments or verbally acknowledges her makeup, MC smiles really big and Jaehee’s heart melts a little
  • Once they do start dating, Jaehee asks if MC will do her makeup and MC is just like, “My time has come!”
  • They set a day, MC brings more stuff that Jaehee thought she would, and MC makes a look for Jaehee that, when they do a selfie and post it to the Messenger, the guys almost don’t recognize her
  • Jaehee absolutely adores doing girly things like makeup with MC, and never quite gets into it the same way, but loves how enthusiastic MC is

Zen

  • He probably dotes on everything MC says, so when she starts talking make up, he talks brands used by the theater, and styles he’s seen for different shows
  • he totally has selfies of himself in some of those different styles, which makes MC freak out in excitement because it’s so cool
  • They swap some makeup tips, and when MC asks to do Zen’s makeup for fun, he agrees
  • After all, as an actor, he’s used to it (wouldn’t put it past him to wear makeup outside of the house, tbh, but nothing obvious)
  • So he just sits and waits patiently as she does his makeup, occasionally putting his hands on her hips or waist or something because she’s so close and he just wants to touch her
  • When she’s done, he’s very impressed and loves it
  • Maybe he even asks her to teach him so he can do it for her
  • MC is so enthusiastic, he can’t help but smile and gaze on adoringly

Jumin

  • The moment he heard MC say, “I just love makeup” very casually, he was ready to buy MC a bunch
  • Jumin buys the best stuff, but also the colors that best go with MC’s features and coloring
  • He also gets her a ton of supplies so she can do it however she wants with any tool she could need
  • MC feels so spoiled and pampered, but she adores this and him
  • She’d probably ask if she could do his makeup when he had a day off so that could monopolize him and also do his makeup as wild as she wanted
  • He agrees out of curiosity, and is surprised by the end results
  • Then she tells him to close his eyes again, he does, she cleans some of the makeup off, then draws something, and when he checks the mirror again, she’s drawn cat whiskers and a little nose on him
  • He’s amused, pulls her into his lap and offers to draw whiskers on her as well

Saeyoung

  • Oh please, the moment Saeyoung sees all her makeup, color varieties, etc, he asks her to do his makeup
  • Of course, he also wants to return the favor
  • So Saeyoung and MC end up sitting on the couch, doing each other’s makeup, little by little
  • And of course, Saeyoung thinks he looks adorable and loves what she did
  • They dress up to match their makeup and take a picture together, blowing kisses at the camera, then post it to the chats
  • They make it a regular thing to do makeup together or for each other, sometimes it’s ridiculous and fun, sometimes it’s down right sexy
    • One time they dressed up as nurses, and did really pretty, natural, cute makeup with highlights in pink and such
    • Another time they dragged Saeran in and did face paints, so Saeran was a tiger, Saeyoung a red panda, and MC a leopard (and they even had kitty ears and tails to match) (Saeran was so embarrassed and some candid shots from the photo shoot were of Saeran trying to smash the camera)
    • Clowns, they definitely dressed up as clowns
  • Usually, though, it’s just pretty stuff, contouring practice, etc

V

  • Well, being mostly blind he doesn’t have to worry about anything getting too close to his eye
  • He doesn’t get to see her wear makeup , but he loves hearing her describe her makeup for the day
  • The first time she does his makeup (he thought it’d be fun) he almost had a sensation overload because she kept touching his face so gently
  • One or twice they go out with him wearing makeup because his glasses cover up the obvious stuff
  • When he gets his eyes fixed, he still asks her to describe her makeup before he sees it
  • He still enjoys her applying makeup to him, even if he doesn’t wear it out anymore, as it’s very soothing

Saeran

  • he already steals MC’s eyeliner
  • Okay, but Saeran probably knows how much she spends on makeup
  • But for some reason, he actually finds it kind of soothing to watch MC do her makeup
  • Like, it’s so basic and routine for her, picking colors (once he starts observing her, she starts asking his opinions), switching between brushes and tools, and just applying everything
  • The monotony and simplicity is probably what does it
  • One day, she waits for him in the bathroom, a brush in hand, and says, “Your turn.”
  • She got some makeup specifically for him, and, after a little pushing and prodding, Saeran sits down and lets MC apply his makeup
  • She gave him a punk look with the dark eyeliner and mascara and all that
  • Saeran likes it more than he wants to admit, so he washes most of the makeup off, but leaves the eye stuff in tact claiming, “it’s hard to get off”
  • he’s not wrong, but MC sees right through him and says nothing
Odd Socks - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : Sometimes, Bruce likes to think about all the things he loves about you, just as a reminder that you’re the best thing that ever happened to him.

I hope this silly and short fic will cheer you up. If it doesn’t, sorry, I tried. I just felt suddenly inspired, while I’m in the doctor’s waiting room, and so wrote this…Wrote it on my phone, sorry if there’s any terrible mistakes. Anyway, here : 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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There was things Bruce loved about you. A lot of things. 

Whenever he felt sad, a bit under the weather, or if you two got into an argument…He would make a list of said things, often forgetting three quarters of all the reasons why he fell in love with you, all the reasons why, even after years of marriage, he was still head over heels for you, crazy about you and everything you did (even annoying him). Because, there really was A LOT of things he loved about you, listing them all in one sitting was impossible. 

Yes, Bruce Wayne really enjoyed making lists about why you were so awesome, it often helped him cope with things (a boring meeting at Wayne Enterprise : list. Kidnapped by a villain and trying to resist torture : the thought of you, and the list would help him go through it). 

And today, as you were lying on a hospital bed, hooked to machines that helped you breathe, he definitely needed to make a list…However, for the first time since he fell for you, it wasn’t really helping. On the contrary, slowly, as he was looking at your broken body on the bed, cursing the man who didn’t check his blind spot well enough and who cut you off while you were riding your motorcycle full speed on the freeway, he felt like this list was going to be the end of him…Because, if he lost all of those things he loved so much about you, how could he go on ? And yet, he kept listing it in his head, even though the thought of losing them, losing you, was unbearable. 

1. He loves the way you always wear odd socks. 

The first time he noticed, it was in your apartment, at the beginning of your relationship, as you were both chilling together on your couch. You had one red sock, and a black one. 

The second time he noticed, he was tearing your clothes off and throwing you on his bed. You had one green sock, and a striped grey/blue one. 

The third time he noticed, it was at the Manor. Alfred had just clean the entire house, and ordered every guests to take their shoes off…It was during a party Bruce was throwing, and it was very funny to see the richest people in Gotham take their shoes off, impressed and intimidated by Bruce Wayne’s butler. Most women were bare feet, as they had heels on, and others just had normal socks on. And then there were you, a yellow and black striped sock, like a bee, and a sock with little platypus on it. Very classy. 

The fourth time he noticed, he asked you about it, and your answer made him chuckle : 

-Life’s too short for matching socks. Like, I have better things to do alright ? 

-…You’ve been binge watching Friends for the past three hours. 

-Exactly my point.

The smile you gave him at that moment made him melt, and he hasn’t been able to stop himself from kissing you passionately. Oh damn he loved you, you and your odd socks. 

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The Arrangement (Part 3)

Summary: Dean reflects on your first date, and makes plans. The second date goes a little better, though Dean finds out how good your acting skills really are.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,700

Warnings: language, angst, sexual implications/references (shocking, Dean’s mind is in the gutter)

A/N: Part 3! Hope you guys like it! (not my image, but this is was my Dean inspiration for this part)

Need to catch up? Part 1 - Part 2

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First Love // Lee Donghyuck

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the prompt: can I request a donghyuck fluff scenario, can it be set like in high-school and you’re a year older so often come over to help mark study at the dorms which is when he sees you!! and he’s really nervous around you & the older boys notice except mark

words: 1309

category: fluff

author note: if haechan doesn’t get off my bias list i am going to slap someone the boy has been looking too good lately. i feel like i suddenly realized i love my best friend since childhood. anyway i thought this was cute so enjoy!

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Summary: Jughead Jones, facing the reality of having nowhere to stay anymore when the Drive-In gets shut down, finds temporary shelter at the Blue & Gold office. But what happens when an upset Betty Cooper catches him on the act?

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(Sooooo, I’m watching Riverdale and my feels about Bughead are over the moon!! And now that we learnt some bits and pieces about his life and that he doesn’t have a house anymore (my heart is broken, I just love Jughead) I had no other choice but to write this, hope you all like guys!!!)


Jughead knew the routine by now. Scrunched down and trying to make his trademark combat boots as soundless as possible, the raven haired boy cautiously popped his head from the corner he was hiding, icy blue eyes scanning the empty corridor in from of him. A quarter to nine, the great clock over the entrance of Riverdale High informed him and he slightly frowned, biting anxiously on his down lip and drumming his slender fingers on the tiled wall next to him in anticipation. Radio commercials along with the icky sound of track soles stepping on wet floor could be heard faintly inside the now lifeless school building, a tell-tale sign that his misery for the day will soon be over and Jughead could be nothing but relieved about it. He was tired and even more so mentally tired, with all the small town drama and its joke of residents as well as his spiraling thoughts about his novel and the newfound reality he had to adjust to, that being his current situation of well, yeah, being homeless, plus the here and there thoughts about a certain girl next door, a girl he knew all his life and a girl he always knew belonged to his best friend, that lately seemed to invade his mind an awful more lot. Yeah, Jughead needed a place to lie down, even if that was the dusty floor of the Blue & Gold.

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Homegrown, grass-fed, organic Coach Bittle headcanons

(This got really long and fluffy. Sorry.)

Coach looks like a scary dude, but he’s actually a big softie. He has a really intimidating resting bitch face, and a more intimidating murder face, but he would rather eat shit than say shit.

Coach is hella passive aggressive. If you mess with him he’ll be all like, “Wah, I was always taught to turn the other cheek. Hate the sin, love the sinner.” But then he’ll blind copy your boss and forward your emails if he feels like you’re being rude. Or he’ll hand out invitations to a cookout to everyone except you.

And it’s really interesting because Suzanne Bittle is the opposite. She is small and very sweet, but if you mess with her she ascends through passive aggressive and straight into aggressive-aggressive. Like, in high school Bitty had a lot of trouble with this one teacher. Not the subject material, but the teacher. Bitty would ask for help or clarification and the teacher would basically do the academic equivalent of “No, fuck off and die.” And then this teacher would “lose” Bitty’s assignments periodically, and he would grade Bitty’s tests way harder than anyone else’s.

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The Other Side of the Bar

Summary: Bartender!Dean AU where he has a bet with you each night to see who can keep a straight face the longest. In Sam’s words, “This was the weirdest damn flirting he’d ever seen.”

Word Count: 2351

Warnings: Fluff!

A/N: I have this headcanon that if it wasn’t for Azazel and the hunting life, Dean would be the happiest guy out there. He would just be loving life and laughing around and basically be a force of nature that always gets what he wants. He would be unstoppable and would be so damn happy. So that’s the version of Dean that I imagined for this AU.

Version en Español: El Otro Lado de la Barro


“Sam, my man!” Terrance bellowed when Sam walked into the bar. Upon seeing his old friend, Sam broke into a smile and gripped his hand, pulling him in for hug. “Our boy Dean didn’t tell me you were in town.”

“Well, finals are finally over and Dean’s been after me about checking out his new bar since he opened it.” Sam glanced around the dimly lit room and couldn’t help but feel impressed. “So I thought I’d surprise him.”

For someone who hadn’t set foot in a college classroom, Dean was actually a pretty good businessman. This was the third bar that he’d opened in Eastern Kansas, and every bar that he owned was doing ridiculously well. When Dean asked Sam to take a look at his finances and make sure that everything looked good, Sam started rethinking his own life plan. If Dean was making that much per bar, then what in the world was Sam thinking, digging himself deeper into debt to get a law degree?

Speaking of Dean, Sam glanced around the packed room in search of his sandy-haired brother. As usual, he was behind the bar talking to a chick. But he wasn’t smiling or joking around like he usually did in the company of any living, breathing female.

“What the hell?” Sam asked, drawing Terrance’s attention. “He’s having an actual conversation with her instead of just flirting?”

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Entertain Me

Music blared through the hallways of Riverdale High as I stood outside with the two guys. I pressed my cigarette to my crimson-tinted lips and took one last drag before dropping it on the steps and crushing it with my shoe. 

“Ready?” Kevin asked, his arm slung casually round Joaquin’s waist. 

“Let’s just get this over with” I muttered and pushed the door open. Kitsch banners hung from the ceiling and paper hearts scattered the hallway. I rolled my eyes at the sight and followed the music to the cafeteria. 

A sea of students greeted my eyes. Some were dancing, some were chatting at tables, some were watching the three girls on stage. Joaquin and Kevin walked in right behind me and Kevin let out a low whistle. 

“Impressive, right?” A pretty blonde girl approached us and hugged Kevin. I turned to look at Joaquin with pleading eyes. 

“You promised.” he muttered in my ear. 

It’s true, I had promised. After four games of pool the night before Joaquin and I had decided whoever broke the tie would have to do the other’s bidding. Had I won, I would have made him do something stupid like make him drive his motorbike blindfolded. But luck was not on my side and my payment was to accompany him to a Riverdale dance. 

“Fuck’s sake, man” I had shouted at him. “Anything but that”

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun! You might find yourself a nice rich kid.” Joaquin had said with a dashing smile. 

At least I’d been able to come on my own terms. Maybe Joaquin was happy to wear his ridiculous suit and try and blend in with all the posh idiots, but I wasn’t going to stoop that low. 

“Y/N, this is Betty” Kevin said with a broad smile. “Y/N is a friend of Joaquin’s.” 

I shook Betty’s hand briefly. 

“It’s so nice you decided to come along.” She sounded genuine so I decided to give her a chance. 

“Thanks. I like your dress” I said, indicating her long peachy outfit. 

“Thank you!” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I like your… jacket.” 

“You’ll like the back even more” I said with a wink and turned to show her the Serpent emblem on the back. 

“I told her not to wear that” Joaquin mumbled and Betty looked a bit uncomfortable. I smirked to myself. Rich kids were so easy to unsettle. 

“Shall we find a table?” Kevin tried to break the silence.

“Jug, Ronnie and I have a table back there.” Betty scurried off towards a gorgeous dark-haired girl and a kid I recognised. I followed. 

Introductions were made and I nodded at Jughead “Aren’t you FP’s son?” 

Brow furrowed he nodded in reply. 

“He talks a lot about you, doesn’t he?” I said jabbing Joaquin in the chest with my elbow. 

But Joaquin was too busy making out with Kevin to notice me. Rolling my eyes I slipped my hand into my jacket pocket and pulled out a flask. I took a swig and offered it to Jughead who refused. 

Veronica accepted and took a sip. Jughead and Betty slipped off toward the dancefloor and the two guys were still in a battle of the tongues. 

“Not that I’m against a bit of PDA…” Veronica said to me in a staged whisper. 

“Yeah, I could do without it” I said taking another swig of my vodka. 

“You didn’t bring a date?” Veronica asked. 

“Nope. And believe me, I’m not here willingly.”

A grin spread across her face. “Well, you never know.. You may yet find someone to entertain you.” She looked round. “In fact, this is my plan for the night. Tell me your type.”

I bit back a comment about how rich kids were not my type because this girl seemed like she might be fun. I shrugged. “I don’t really have one.”

“Well are you more of a Kim or Kanye kind of girl?” 

“Oh she’s a bit of both, aren’t you?” Kevin said, finally untangling himself from my friend. 

“How can you tell?” I asked surprised. 

“Please! It’s written all over you. I can smell the bisexuality.” 

Everyone laughed and I found myself relaxing a bit around these kids. Passing my flask to Joaquin I pointed to a tall guy with dark hair. “Tell me about him.”

“Oooh, Reggie!” Veronica said excitedly. “He’s your run-of-the-mill jock really. Head of the football team, hot but -”

“Dull?” I finished. “Yeah maybe not. How about him?”

The game went on for a while, me pointing out more and more unlikely people and Kevin and Veronica giving me all the scoop about them. Eventually Kevin and Joaquin headed for the dancefloor and I was left with Veronica. 

“I’ve nearly run out of vodka” I muttered tilting the bottle this way and that to estimate the remaining liquid. 

Veronica, who was quite tipsy by now, ignored me and called over people’s heads: “There’s my Archiekins!”

A red-haired kid joined us, snaking an arm round Veronica’s shoulders. 

“Y/N this is Archiekins. Archiekins this is my new friend, Y/N.” 

Archie grinned at me and Veronica continued, leaning across our table towards me. “Archie and I are sort of seeing each other but we haven’t told anyone.” Archie looked at her alarmed. “But you won’t tell, will you?” 

“I won’t.” I reassured her. 

“Good, because we haven’t told Betty or Kev-” but I drowned Veronica’s speech out as my gaze fell upon the one. The girl I now knew I’d been waiting for all night.

“Ronnie, who’s that?” I interrupted and inclined my head in the direction of the gorgeous girl. 

Veronica and Archie turned to see who I was looking at. “Oh no, Y/N, you don’t want to mess with her. That’s Cheryl Blossom.” 

Cheryl Blossom. 

I rose out of my seat my eyes fixed upon the fiery hair, sure if I lost her in the crowd that she’d slip away and I’d never find her again. “Y/N, I really don’t think it’s a good idea…” Veronica called after me but I was already walking into the crowd of students. 

I walked right up to her. Of course, she didn’t fail to notice me. Her eyes bore into mine, lip curled in a derisive smirk. 

“What do you want, freak?” she asked me imperiously. I could instantly tell her type - entitled, bossy, mean girl. 

“Do you have a light?” I asked calmly. She looked rather taken aback. 

“No.” Maybe she was thrown by the way I was looking at her. I knew her type and I knew how to make them squirm. 

“Well, is that it? Or are you going to just stand here and gawk?” She asked regaining some of her confidence. 

“Nope, I’m going.” I turned away, ensuring that my hair swished just enough and that my hips swayed as I walked away. 

Once outside I leaned against the wall and lit my cigarette, exhaling in a cloud of grey smoke. The night was mild, starry and full of promise. 

I wasn’t halfway through my cigarette when I heard the sound of heels walking my way. A waft of honey swept over me. Was that her shampoo? 

“What are you doing here?” she asked. 

I tapped my cigarette against my mouth in answer and watched her gaze travel from my face to stop at my lips. 

“I can see that, you chimney. I mean, what are you doing here?”

“I was invited” I shrugged. 

“This dance is for Riverdale students, not Southside squatters.”

“I see.” I threw my cigarette down and took a step towards her. “I’ll be on my way then.” 

“Good.” 

I was standing very near her by now. “Unless you’d prefer me to stay, Cheryl Blossom.” 

“How do you know my name, you stalker?” she asked in an accusitory tone but her eyes didn’t leave mine. 

“I’m Y/N.” I said quietly. 

“Well, Y/N, why don’t you head off home, then?” 

“Now that I know how much my presence annoys you, I think I might stay” I said and turned on my heel back into the hallway. 

“Oh. No. You. Don’t!” Cheryl shouted behind me. “I organised this dance from start to finish. And you were never meant to be part of it.” 

“Too bad, gorgeous. I’m here now and, against my better judgement, I’m having fun.” 

She had caught up with me and stood there fuming. Inadvertently, my eyes strayed to her lips. But I had to contain myself, I couldn’t kiss her, not until it was the right time.

In a cloud of red hair and honey-sweet smell Cheryl pounced and her lips were hungry against mine. A knot I didn’t know existed tightened round my stomach and I felt near suffocation. It was the most amazing feeling. 

She pulled away, backing up to lean on one of the lockers. “Everything happens on my terms, Southside. Now leave my dance.” 

“Actually, I think it happens on my terms” I muttered and pulled her back against my lips. Her body melted against mine and the music and laughter sounded very far away now. Everything was just Cheryl’s lips on mine and my hands in her hair. 

“After-party at yours, Cher?” a jock called as he passed. 

Cheryl unglued her lips from mine just long enough to shout back at him “Find somewhere else, loser.” Then quietly, “I’m busy tonight”

It looks like it was worth going to the stupid dance after all.

A/N: This is my first fic on here. This just randomly came to me a few days ago. Hope you enjoyed and let me know if you have any ideas for stuff for me to write. xoxo

Misunderstanding

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Pairing: Castiel x Reader (ft. Dean, Sam, and Gabriel)

Content/Warnings: Fluff; angst

Words: 1550

A/N: This wasn’t requested, but it’s been on my mind so I figured I would write it. (plus no one requested a Cas soulmate AU) Enjoy, guys!


“Alright, there look to be around twelve vamps in this nest,” Dean said. “Cas, you and Y/N take the back, Sam and I will take the side.”

You nodded, waving the angel over to walk with you. The sun was high in the sky as the two of you crept silently around the building. You were picking your way carefully through the leaves, watching for anything that could cause you to fall. Castiel tripped in a hole, limbs flailing, and you grabbed him before he could crash headlong into the wall and heaved him back. “You alright?” You whispered.

“I, um, yes. Fine,” He stammered, quickly taking the lead. The angel was adamantly refusing to meet your gaze. “This way.”

Shaking your head, the persistent wonder if Castiel even liked you filtered through once more. “There’s the door,” You whispered. “I’ll open, you go in first.”

“Alright,” He said, and you slowly turned the doorknob, pulling it quickly open. Castiel went in first, the two of you beheading unsuspecting vampires with little resistance. It wasn’t long before your ran into Sam and Dean, who had killed half. “I believe all the vampires are now dead.”

“Alright, good work team,” Dean said. “Let’s get rid of these vamps and get out of here.”

Castiel disappeared, wings fluttering, and reappeared a few moments later. “It is done. Shall we go?”

“Sure,” Dean said with a shrug, leading the way out.

You nodded for Cas that he could leave first, and you leaned down to tie your shoe. A painful smack of person-against-wood drew your attention to Cas, who was rubbing his face and glaring at the doorframe. “Cas, are you sure you’re okay?”

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A Night To Remember

Originally posted by tutrinhh157

  • Member: Park Jihoon 
  • Genre: fluffy/bit of angst at the start
  • Word Count: 2880 words
  • Summary: When your parents meet up with their old friends and you meet their gorgeous son, Park Jihoon. The dinner goes horribly wrong and Jihoon whisks you away for one of the best nights of your life.
  • Requested: Yes

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“y/n come on get dressed nicely, we need to get to the restaurant!!” your mum exclaims (okay y’all i’m australian so we say mum instead of mom so no it’s not a typo). You groan and get up out of your warm comfy bed and dress up so you can go to dinner with your parents to see their friends which they haven’t seen in 20 years. Your mum said it was a super fancy place they were going so I needed to dress up to the tens. You take a quick shower and style your hair into a half up half down hairstyle, you slip on a pale grey flowy dress with lace sleeves which reaches a bit above your knees. You do a light layer of makeup and slip on your black heels. You looked dressed up enough for a fancy dinner and pretty nice if you say so yourself. Your family gets in the car and drives to the restaurant. During the drive, your dad tells you that their friends are permanently moving into the neighbourhood. Your mum also mentions their friends are bringing their son as well and that he’s starting at your school and that you should show him around. You scoff at that you tell them “he’s probably like way younger than me and annoying, so no thank you.” Your mum just rolls her eyes muttering to herself something about teenagers. The thing is you love your parents but they care about their social status a lot because your family was quite well off. It really annoys because you need to go to a lot of dinner parties and events. You were really sick of it to be honest, especially since it’s holidays and you just wanted to stay home and watch netflix. 

You and your parents arrive at this gorgeous fancy restaurant, you’re escorted to a private room. You automatically think your parents friends are extremely rich, you enter the private dining room. Your eyes first catch a well dressed asian couple, the man wore a crisp dark blue suit with a white undershirt and the woman looked beautiful in a sleek elegant long black dress, with pearls and her short hair. Your parents suddenly blocked your view as they hugged and shook hands with their friend and exchanging pleasantries. Your mum introduces you to them “y/n this is Mr and Mrs Park”, you smile politely and say “it’s very nice to meet you Mr and Mrs Park.” Mrs Park exclaims “wow y/n you’re so pretty and grown up, let me introduce you to your son, I think you two will get along since you’re the same age.” You look around and you spotted him, your breath hitched. In front of you was a completely drop dead gorgeous guy around your age, he looked so good in a black suit which contrasted his dyed light brown hair. He looks at you, and smiles charmingly, and even with him just smiling at you, your heart sped up significantly. Then you heard his melodic voice “Hi, I’m Park Jihoon, it’s nice to meet you” as he introduced himself to you he grabbed your hand and kissed it. You became a puddle of goo, quite a few of guys have done that but no one has ever made you feel that way. He was like your prince charming. You remembered your manners and you smiled back flirtatiously (you think, you have no idea how to flirt tbh). “Hi Jihoon, my name’s y/n, it’s nice to meet you too.” 

The table was circular so you end up sitting between your mum and Jihoon. As the adults make small talk, Jihoon taps you lightly on the shoulder, and asks you “I heard you’re going to the school I’m transferring to, could you tell me about it?” You guys have this amazing connection which makes you both just instantly comfortable with each other. Even though he was adorably shy at first. You never felt so at ease with someone you just met. You talk about school for all of the first course, you guys joke around and laugh a lot. You tell him all about the sports because he wants to join the dance crew, the basketball and soccer team. You also talk about academics and how both of you suck at maths. You tease him about that he’s going to have so many admirers and he replies smirking “I only need one admirer, and I have a girl in mind.” Your heart sinks thinking he likes someone (you’re an idiot) but you don’t show your disappointment, you give a half hearted smile and ask who she is. He says coyly “it’s a secret” which he finishes with a wink. In his mind he was like wtf ew what are you doing and when did you become such a cheese freak but like you really do need to impress this girl she’s amazing. Your heart flutters again and you can’t only say it’s just attraction, Park Jihoon makes you feel things you’ve never felt before. Before you could say anything to tease him about his cheesiness, you accidentally drop your knife onto the floor. Your mum looks super angry, she sometimes snaps at the smallest things especially infront of special people. She scolds you quietly enough for only you and unfortunately Jihoon to hear “y/n stop being a complete embarrassment and disappointment to our family, act like the proper lady, I raised you to be.” You downcast your head in shame, you hold back a few tears and even though you don’t usually cry when your own mum says that, it hurts. 

Jihoon was so pissed off that your own mother said that to you and wanted to comfort you so badly. He lightly placed his hand on yours and squeezed it softly. His heart nearly broke as he saw you glance back at up him in surprise and shock, he could see tears glistening in your eyes. He knew he liked you the moment he first saw you, the way you smiled at him, how your eyes sparkled when you talked about something you liked. How your laugh was just like music to his ears and how one smile from you could make his heart race. To see you so upset all he wanted to do was get out of here and cheer you up. Being the absolutely reckless person he was, he whispered to you “let’s get out of here, we both know, we don’t want to be here”, you being super upset thought that sounded like an amazing idea, you nodded and smiled at Jihoon. He cheekily grinned back to you and whispered “get ready to run okay? I’ll count down from 5.” You take off your heels and got ready to sprint, Jihoon counts down “5,4,3,2,1!” You feel Jihoon grabs your hand pulling you along but not too roughly, you both run as fast as your legs can carry you and you sprint out of the restaurant with your parents calling your name. Everyone in the restaurant stares at you because you two look like a runaway couple in love, Jihoon wolf whistles for a cab and you guys get in just as your parents come rushing out of the restaurant. You laugh as you drive off and you smile at Jihoon and you say sweetly “thank you I don’t think I could’ve faked smiled and eaten dinner that whole entire evening.” He replies grinning at you which makes your heart skip a beat, “let’s go to the mall and get some comfy clothes and food then I’ll show you my favourite place in this whole city.” You agree happily, but in the taxi you had butterflies in your stomach, a guy has never made you so reckless before, going against your parents wishes is something you’d never do. He made you feel alive, that you could do anything with him. But unbeknownst to you, he felt the exact same way. 

The sexual tension in the car was ridiculous, with you guys “accidentally” brushing your legs and fingers against each other, or when the taxi took a sharp turn and you guys lean on each other. Every time you do both of your heartbeats get faster and so loud you think each other would hear it. You reach towards the shopping mall and Jihoon swipes his card and you protest saying that you should pay. He chuckles at you and says “I’m a gentleman and as a gentleman shouldn’t I pay on the date?” (like yeah ik its outdated whatever if someone pays for my stuff food or clothes i’m happy yo cause i’m broke af). You just shake your head lightly but smirk at him asking “so this is a date then?” He just shyly says but also smirks back “if you want it to be.” You blush because you do but he probably doesn’t feel the same, you don’t reply and you just point to a store which looks like it had good clothing. You enter the clothes shop and you both look around for a bit and Jihoon basically screams your name to come over and see what he found. He shows you a set of couple outfits, a pale pink hoodie with black sweatpants and white shoes for him and a cropped pale pink hoodie with black leggings and white shoes for you. You can’t deny it’s a pretty cute outfit even though it’s overwhelmingly pink, you don’t mind though. You smile at him and say “they look cute, I’ll try mine on but couple outfits really Jihoon?” He blushes, because he did want to look like a couple and he really didn’t want to see any guys to flirt with you, especially because of how gorgeous you are. You both try on the couple outfits and you both say you look really good, you put your fancy outfits in the store bag and walk out of the store feeling so much more comfortable. Jihoon pays because you realised you didn’t even bring any money because you didn’t think you need it. You feel super bad but he just waves you off. The cashier said you guys were such a cute couple and both of you blushed and before you could protest that you weren’t. Jihoon just says thanks and grins, grabs your hand and walks out of the store before you could say anything else. You try to let go but he looks you dead in the eye and says hesitantly “just hold my hand okay?” you quickly nod and smile at him because of course you want to hold his hand. 

You quickly get some pizza and some cans of soda, and you’re still holding hands. It feels so right to you, to have his hand wrapped around yours, that little bit of skin contact makes you feel so comfortable and happy. Jihoon felt the same way even just buying clothes and getting food with you felt so special and fun he’s never laughed this much in one night. He can’t wait to show you “his place” especially since you bugged him about it the whole time wanting to know what and where it is. You guys get in another cab and in the cab you get a bit sleepy so you don’t realise but you doze off leaning on Jihoon’s shoulder still holding hands. He looks at you like he’s in love, he had no other way to describe it. You looked beautiful with you cheeks slightly puffed out and the way a few strands of your hair covered your face. He brushed them away and tucked them behind your ear. He leaned on your head and let you sleep for a bit until you arrive. He gently shakes you awake and you yawn and then you realise you fell asleep and immediately apologise. He laughs it off and sweetly says to you “you looked cute when you were sleeping but you totally drooled.” You’re mortified and embarrassingly say “actually???” he replies with a grin and a chuckle “nope you didn’t, you should’ve seen your face.” “YAH! PARK JIHOON you scared me for a second” you say trying to hide your grin and lightly slapping him on the arm. Luckily for him you guys arrive in front of park and he says to you “come on the pizza’s gonna get cold there’s a special place here which I always come to think.” He pays for the taxi quickly and he walks quite quickly right into like a huge bunch of trees. He pushes the branches away for it to be easier for you to get through. There’s a little clearing and it’s beautiful.

You gasp when you see it, it’s a gorgeous little pond with white lilies surrounding it and a huge willow tree right next to it. The moonlight is reflecting off the pond, it look so picturesque. You smile brightly at Jihoon and exclaim “it’s gorgeous!” “it really is isn’t it?” he replies back. You guys lean on the willow tree and eat pizza and drink coke, you laugh and talk about the weirdest and randomest stuff to the deepest secrets you’ve never told anyone. Suddenly your eyes meet and Jihoon says to you softly “I like you y/n, this has been the best night of my life, even though I’ve only known you for a few hours, you make me feel so happy and just alive. So will you accept my feelings?” You beam in happiness and wrap your arms around him for a tight hug and say softly “I like you too Park Jihoon, you care, you make me laugh and you make feel like the happiest girl in the world. So of course i accept your feelings.” He picks you up in delight and you squeal as he spins you around, weirdly you end up dancing just twirling and slow dancing. He even puts on some music to make it more fun. You loved it, twirling, giggling, being close and dancing with Jihoon. You guys ended up being super worn out and just ended up snuggling while looking at the stars and naming all the constellations. After an hour or two of being in each other’s arms you both realise you should get back to your parents. No matter how bad of punishments you were going to get, you guys get another taxi and he rides all the way home with you and he has his arm around you, holding your hands and whispering soothing words so you aren’t freaking about what your parents would say or do. He drops you off at your front gate and he hugs you and whispers goodnight and double checks if you have his phone number which you do. He goes towards the taxi, you can’t help but feel slightly disappointed because a bit a lot of you wanted a kiss from him. Just as you thought that he came running back and whispered “I might be shy but I can’t just not take this chance” he then proceeds to kiss you softly and gently, it was much longer than you expected. But it felt like heaven and his lips tasted like the coca cola you guys drank at the park. You break apart and you’re both softly smiling. You say quietly to him “I’ll see you at school Jihoon-ah, I’ll miss you”, you proceed to kiss him on the cheek softly. He smiles back at you and replies “I’ll miss you too y/n.” You were so happy you met Jihoon, he really did make this one of the best nights of your life. You knew you were already falling in love with this guy despite not knowing him longer than a few hours.     It really was a night to always to remember. 

You get to your house and you get shouted at by your parents but they eventually forgive you saying they were just worried. But you were grounded until school started, no phone and no going out. The next week went painfully slow and when the first day of school arrived you were so happy but so nervous because you can see Jihoon again. You thought what if it was only a one time thing? Does he actually even like me? But even with these thoughts you made sure to look really nice and pretty, and arriving to school exactly on time. You catch up with all of your friends and go to your first class which ended up being maths. Your teacher announces there’s a new student and you stop everything you were doing and your gaze fixated on him. Park Jihoon, when he saw you his face but couldn’t help but light up and you knew yours did as well. All the girls were whispering how good looking he was but you didn’t care because you knew when you two made eye contact that he missed you as much as you did. After he introduced himself, the teachers asked him if he’d like to say anything. He said yes that he has something to say to someone and looking directly at you he smiles and gives you his signature wink and says. 

“Y/n will you be my girlfriend?”


OKAY I KNOW THIS ISN’T A COMPLETELY ACCURATE REPRESENTATION OF JIHOON BUT LIKE THERES GONNE BE 1-2 MORE FICS OF HIM IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS SO…IT’LL BE FINE. But I hope you all liked it, even if it wasn’t that accurate lol, also it’s super messy and rushed at the end IMMa probs edit later so sorryyyy. BUT THANK YOU FOR READING LOVE YOU ALL!!!

IN ANOTHER LIFE PT. 3 [BARRY ALLEN]

summary: in which barry allen alters the timeline and sets foot on a universe where his once best friend and first love is alive.

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“Barry, you’re doing the right thing.” he told himself over and over as he walked across the hallways leading to your apartment. “She deserves to know. She’s important to you and she needs to know that because you cannot lose her again. No, not again.” he continued to whisper under his breath, gripping the bouquet of flowers he bought for you.

He stopped in front of your door and counted to three until he knocked. When the door immediately opened, he felt like his heart dropped at how beautiful you looked. Well, you didn’t dress too extravagant, but still the effect you had on him was ridiculous.

“You’re staring at me again in a very weird manner.” You teased. “What? Is it too much?” You gestured to your outfit.

Barry shook his head, “You just look very beautiful tonight.”

You snorted, “And you’re just messing with me.” But you still grinned and blushed. “Are those for me?” you looked at the daisies in his hands.

He smiled and handed them to you. “Yup. They’re your favorites, am I correct?”

You took them gratefully, “Indeed they are.” You looked back at him, “How’d you know? I never told anyone about that.”

Barry shrugged. “Lucky guess.”

Though that was a lie. He knew because when you were both in sixth grade, you told him that your favorite flowers were daisies. Barry promised himself that he would remember that confession for future uses, and he was right.

“Okay then,” you closed and locked your apartment door. “Where are we going to have this special talk of ours, Barry Allen?”

He grinned. “I was thinking at Jitters, on their rooftop. I asked for a reservation and they agreed.”

You were impressed. “Seems like what we’re going to talk about is very important.”

“You have no idea, Y/N.” Barry chuckled to himself.

That made you even more curious. “Can I get a hint on what it’s about?”

Barry laughed as he shook his head. “Absolutely not, you’ll have to wait until we’re there.”

You sighed. “But I can’t wait that long.” you dramatically told him.

A certain glimmer was seen in his eyes as he proposes an idea. “I know a faster way to get to Jitters.”

“Oh, yeah? How?” you challenged.

In one swift movement, Barry crouched down and carried you bridal style to Jitters with his incredible inhuman speed. As he placed you down, you held onto his shoulders for support, your breathing hard while your eyes were wide.

“What the hell was that?” You exclaimed. “Barry Allen, are you telling me that you’re Kid Flash?”

He rolled his eyes. “Actually, I am the Flash.”

You looked around you and you were already at Jitters, more specifically on their rooftop just as Barry promised.

“I-I don’t understand.” you said.

Barry didn’t let go of you as he explained. “Y/N, what I’m about to tell you will probably mess the timeline or something but you need to know this.”

“Timeline? I’m still not getting anything you’re saying.”

He breathed deeply. “I’m not from here, Y/N. This whole universe just started a few weeks ago. And from the timeline where I came from, you’re not alive.”

You pulled back slightly, your eyebrows furrowing. “That’s impossible. I’ve known you for years, and I’m certainly not dead.”

“In this world you aren’t.” he clarified. “This is so hard to explain because until now I can’t even believe you’re here in front of me, breathing and perfectly fine.”

You thought that Barry was playing a practical joke on you, or perhaps he just really made this absurd excuse to take you on a date. But by the way he was looking at you, at how his eyes pierced through yours, and how you felt his sincerity with every word he told you, you couldn’t help but believe him even a little bit.

You ran your hands through your hair, “Okay, please explain to me this whole universe and timeline thing.”

And then he started speaking. He told you about how his mother was murdered at the age of 11, he told you how his father was imprisoned because they thought it was he who had done it and not the Reverse-Flash. Barry also told you how you died in the original timeline, and he didn’t try and hide the fact that the both of you were very special to one another as well.

“So, we were dating back then?” you asked, already sat down on a chair with a hot mug between your hands, Barry sitting in front of you.

“Yeah, we were.” Barry nodded.

“And I died at the age of 17 because of a car crash.” you added in which he nodded again. “Wow. How unfortunate.”

“Wait,” Barry raised an eyebrow, “You believe me?”

“Kind of.” you shrugged, looking down at your coffee. “I don’t why I do, even though I do find the time travelling hard to understand, but somehow I just believe you.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Y/N.” Barry smiled.

You smiled back. “You bring a lot of suprises, Barry.” you humored.

Barry had the urge to kiss you in that exact moment, but he knew it was too fast. After explaining everything to you for the past hour, he thought you were probably in shock, and weren’t ready for too much drama.

“Will you come back to the original timeline?” You suddenly asked him, making him look at you.

He answered immediately. “I don’t know, but for now, I’m just enjoying what I have.”

“Your parents.” You understood.

“Yep,” he agreed. “And of course, you.” he blushed.

You grinned. “I’m not going anywhere, Barry.”

He reached forward and grasped your hand, which made your heart skip a beat.

“Good, because I’m not letting you go again.”

dinner date — peter parker

prompt: “i know your mom hates me” (either one of them) for tom holland, thanks 

warnings: cursing, fluff 

notes: i did a whole answer to this anon on why i choose not to write about real people as themselves rather than their characters that they play! but thank you for this request :) please send in more and i hope you enjoy 


Peter rarely left Queens, unless it was important like the “retreat” to Berlin, or Aunt May wanted to take them on vacation. Usually, he stayed in his neighborhood, not too far from everything he grew up with and around. It was pitiful (Ned’s words, not his), but it was nice and he hadn’t ever really felt the need to go out as himself to just eat somewhere fancy in Times Square or Manhattan.

Tonight, however, was different. 

He had never felt more uncomfortable in his own apartment. He was frantic, cleaning every crook and crevice, wishing that he somehow had the power to turn his kitchen into a gourmet fine dining area—maybe that would be more impressive. 

 It was dinner night. The dinner night that Peter had spent weeks stressing over, constantly babbling about it to May and Ned, and really, even Tony Stark—because he was that nervous and needed someone to talk to. He would constantly trip over himself, more than usual, trying to get his mind off it and calm down, struggling to keep his chill. 

What do I wear, what do I say, oh, God, do I shake their hands?

Peter was a mess. He had known you for years, ever since school started, and he was one of your best friends—so why was he so sweaty? You were his girlfriend, one of the best friends he ever had, and it was as though he were meeting you for the first time. 

He runs a hand through his hair before sighing and going over to the bathroom mirror to fix it again. It’s natural curl is showing from how much he’d been tugging at it anxiously, and he’s surprised his lip hadn’t yet bled from how much he’d bitten it. 

“Peter,” Aunt May says, rolling her eyes at him and he gives her a distracted glance, “You look fine and [Y/N]’s parents will absolutely adore you. And with that adorable face? Who wouldn’t?” 

“Oh, God,” Peter groaned, closing his eyes in embarrassment, “Please don’t say anything weird or mortifying. And definitely do not offer to show them baby pictures.” 

Aunt May clicked her tongue as they both walked back to the living room, Peter bouncing off the hardwood floors. “Shame, guess I’ll have to put away all the albums again.” 

The doorbell suddenly rings and Peter is dashing towards the door, his black sweater clinging onto his body for dear life. He goes to open it, but then pauses and takes a minute to register himself. Okay, Peter: be cool, be cool, don’t open the door too quick or else you’ll look like you’ve been waiting and that’s creepy.  

He opens it slowly and sees you and your parents standing there. He instantly smiles as you gaze up at him and for a moment he forgets that he’s two seconds away from fully shitting his pants. He lets you all in as he watches Aunt May introduce herself to your parents.

“Wow, you clean up nice,” you compliment teasingly, grinning. You stayed back and Peter closed the door, shaking his head at you. 

“Babe, that hurts, why do you sound so shocked?” He asks in mock disbelief and you two walk over to the table. 

Both of you are whispering and you know it’s because he’s apprehensive. He wants to impress your parents, dazzle them, let them know that he’s perfect for you and that he’ll treat you right—but he doesn’t know how. You can tell by the expression on his face. 

“Babe? Huh, you must be getting confident, Parker,” You tell him and his cheeks are pink instantly. 

“Peter,” your mother says suddenly when Aunt May seats all of you and brings out the food Peter begged her to order from the five-star Italian delivery restaurant. “It’s good to see that you’re okay.” 

Your eyes widen and Peter lifts a brow. “Pardon?”

“After the Washington Monument incident,” you add on quickly, glancing at your boyfriend. You turn to your parents, “Peter wasn’t there, thankfully. Remember, I told you I wasn’t either. We weren’t together in the same room, of course. I was on the ground with MJ, and yeah…” 

Everyone begins eating and Peter shifts awkwardly in his seat. He doesn’t know what to say. He wants to charm your parents with his wit and intellect, but nothing is coming out. And if something did, it’d only be his stammers. 

“So, what’s been going on at school?” Aunt May asks, encouraging to clear the air. “[Y/N], your mom and dad told me about the volunteering you’ve been doing for service hours.” 

You bite your tongue. Your parents loved to brag about you whenever they weren’t complaining. Peter lit up, turning to you, practically throwing you his undivided attention. 

“School’s been great, really. After we won nationals, Flash just keeps bragging about how he rightfully deserved that trophy,” you start, and Peter looks at you and laughs. 

“Flash couldn’t have won it even if he tried.” 

“Easy for you to say, you weren’t even there,” you point out, rolling your eyes playfully. “You were off playing—” 

“Playing what?” Your Dad joined in and you bit your lip at his authoritative tone. 

He had the voice whenever he talked to Peter, or any boy that even looked at you for that matter. Your dad was probably the biggest ball of sunshine that ever existed, and to see him try and act like the bad cop to your mom’s good cop was ridiculous. 

“Um, I was out…playing—” Peter stutters and you quickly rush in to save him. 

“Zelda!” 

The whole table looks to you and while Aunt May gives Peter confused look, your parents do the same to you. You bit a bite out of some pasta and took a sip of water, your hand finding Peter’s under the table. He squeezed and you shrugged at your parents. 

“Peter wasn’t feeling well, which was unexpected, and he didn’t go to nationals. So he just played Zelda in his hotel room,” you reassured, lying through your teeth. 

Who knows how your parents would react if you told them you were dating the masked hero by the name of Spider-Man? Sure, they probably wouldn’t believe you and laugh at your attempt to make your geeky (your dad’s words) boyfriend sound cooler, but on the off-chance they took you seriously—you’d probably never be allowed to see Peter again. At least not in the way you wanted. 

“Peter has a tendency of being unpredictable,” Aunt May jokes with your parents and they actually laugh, making you think that this whole thing is actually going well. 

Your heart would break if it didn’t, but right now you could only hope for the best. 

Luckily, the adults became enveloped into their own conversation, bonding over how insatiable and complicated raising teenagers was. Apart from your father’s daggers at Peter (which were, at most, simply warning glares), you and him were unnoticed. You just couldn’t leave the dinner table. 

“Crap, crap, crap,” Peter repeats over to you, “I think I’m going to pass out if your dad asks me another question. He’s so scary! You told me he was a huge nerd. Why’d you lie?” 

You scoffed and hit him lightly on the chest (gaining another head-shake from your father).

“Peter, he literally gushes about the Avengers and Spider-Man all the time. He’s just not exactly comfortable with me dating so young. Not everyone is as cool as your aunt.” 

“Please never call her cool again, her ego might blow through the roof,” Peter tells you and you chuckle. “But seriously, I think they hate me. They’re going to forbid you from seeing me and—yup, your mom? I know your mom hates me.” 

“Yeah, okay, sure. That’s why she says that you’re handsome and smart all the time, right?” You confess to him, “Trust me, they like you.” 

“Are you sure? Because I can clean up nicer, you know, and I can be funnier—I have a couple jokes that Ned and I have been working on—” 

“Peter, stop! If you do tell a joke that was made up by you and Ned, then my parents will really hate you.” 

He licks his lips nervously and huffs, “Gee, thanks.” 

“They could never hate you, Peter. You’re…you. You’re adorable and sweet and kind. You’re our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. I mean, that’s pretty awesome,” you say, smiling at him. “Just don’t break my heart, Parker. Or else, they’ll have your head on a pike.” 

He blushes. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

His phone suddenly rings, interrupting everyone’s conversation. He pulls out his phone and both of you can see the caller ID. 

Happy Hogan.

“[Y/N]…” He whispers, ignoring the stares he’s getting from May and your mother and father.

You nod, “Peter, go. Just come back in one piece.”

He takes the call and goes to his room, leaving you alone at the table with three adults. You awkwardly take a bite out of Peter’s untouched dinner roll, chewing hesistantly. 

“Thank you for having me over for dinner, Aunt May,” you acknowledge, trying to steer the topic away from the elephant in the room. 

“What happened, is everything alright?” Your mom asks and Aunt May looks annoyed and disappointed. Your dad is picking at his food.

“Yeah, everything’s alright!” You said truthfully. You were more than okay with Peter’s frequent disappearances; it’s not like he couldn’t just refuse to help out and use his abilities for the common good. All you wanted was for him to be alive at the end of the day.

“Remember I told you about the Stark Internship he has,” you continued, watching your mom’s face light up with recollection of the memory. “"I told Dad about it too, but I don’t know if he was actually listening.”

Your dad looks up, “I wasn’t.”

May shakes her head. “I am so sorry, [Y/N]. I’ve talked to him about this whole internship thing and he just—do you want me to talk to him right now?” 

You almost jump up. “No! No, it’s fine. Completely. Mom, Dad, we should get going now anyways, right? You both have work tomorrow and I’ve got homework. Thank you so much, May, I hope we can come over another time.”

Aunt May sighs, but lets the Peter thing go. “Of course, sweetheart! Come over anytime you like! And [Y/PARENTS’/N], it was glad to meet the both of you for the first time!”

You wait as your mom and dad return her affections, thanking her and giving her a small friendly hug. Despite you displaying full support, May still flashed you an apologetic and sympathetic look as she hugged you goodbye and shut the door. You couldn’t blame her; she still had yet to find out that the boy who she practically raised as her own son was constantly running into imminent danger. 

As you walk to the car, thinking of how your boyfriend was currently saving lives and helping people, your mom gives you a concerned look.

“Do you know what that was about?” She questions and you take a moment to respond.

Peter in his suit flashes through your mind, and you shake your head.

“Nope. Not a clue.”