been laughing at this for 2 hours now

Context: Three of the party members (an elf rogue, an elf ranger, and a human druid) were displaced in time and have no sense of morals. They found a reluctant elf Paladin at the first inn they come to who can escort them to a city where their quest leads them. The rogue is drinking an ale that, in this world, only certain races have survived the second mug. She fails her fortitude save and is passed out for several hours and barely makes her will save to WANT to wake up and stay alive. When she wakes up, she pretends to be dead while the ranger tries to check her pulse.

DM to rogue: Give me a bluff check, you’re at a minus 6 for the raging hangover

Rogue: *rolls first nat 20 of the campaign* Hella! DM to ranger while laughing: alright ranger, give me a survival roll to check her pulse.

Ranger: *rolls a 2* well shit

DM: *trying not to laugh* well, it’s been about six hours since the rogue passed the fuck out and you drug her up to the room and up until now you’ve been sure she’s alive, but she stops breathing and you can’t feel a pulse.

Ranger to Paladin: Shit I think she’s dead.

Paladin to DM: is there a bucket somewhere in the room?

DM: I mean, there’s THE bucket, why?

Paladin: I pick up the bucket and dump it on the rogue to wake her up.

*Everyone bursts out laughing and the rogues player facepalms*

DM: Alright, so instead of checking her vitals to see if she’s actually alive-

Paladin who realizes what the bucket was: Shit wait no I change my mind!

DM still laughing: Nope, too late! You dump the contents of the chamber pot on the rogue and, by extension, the bed she’s laying on. Rogue, you’re covered in shit, what do you do?

Rogue to Paladin: You know, I thought we could be friends. *rogue proceeds to leave the room to take a bath while the paladin sits in shock about what she did*

Oikawa is tired of hearing Hanamaki complain about his state of singleness. If he hears one more over dramatic lament of ‘ya boi needs to be dicked down’, he’s going to beat the living shit out of his best friend with a dildo to make sure that he’s down for good.

“What if I introduce you to someone?” Iwaizumi sighs, shoving his head into Oikawa’s neck to try and drown out Hanamaki’s whale noises.

“No offense, but you’re dating Oikawa, an awful person, and I don’t really trust your judgement.” Hanamaki rejects.

“I’m dating your bestfriend.” Iwaizumi reminds with an eyeroll.

“Yeah.” Hanamaki agrees which doesn’t make sense as a response but Iwaizumi continues anyway.

“I know someone with the same disgusting 2010 ‘i’m so random’ personality as you.” Iwaizumi looks pained.  Oikawa pieces together who his boyfriend is talking about and takes on that same haunted expression. “He’s exactly like you.”

“That is by far one of the most offensive things anyone has ever said to me,” Hanamaki addresses Iwaizumi, hand held dramatically to his chest and continues, “He sounds hot, when can I meet him?”

“I’ll call him” “this is a bad idea” Oikawa and Iwaizumi speak at the same time.

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With All My Heart - Part 10

Word Count: 2969

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Medical situations

A/N: Tag lists for this series are closed. Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. 

Feedback and constructive criticism always welcome

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“What the hell is taking so long?” Jensen hadn’t stopped pacing the waiting area since he walked in the room. First it was straight lines back and forth, now it had evolved into circles around the set of chairs.

“Jensen, it’s been 45 minutes. This takes 2-4 hours.” Emma said. “Please sit down before you wear a hole in the floor and fall through it.”

“How are you so damn calm?” Jensen asked Emma and Emma grabbed his hand, yanking him over and pulling him down in the chair next to her.

“Dude, I’m not calm at all. That’s my best friend.” Emma laughed. “But I’m also a nurse and I know there’s literally nothing I can do right now. It’s up to the surgeon and to her.”

“She’s right.” Jared approached from behind, throwing a bag of food into Jensen’s lap. “Eat. Both of you. No arguments.”

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Of names and limericks- sanders sides ficlet

Little fluff fic about roman poet named virgil and it being inspirational to a story.’

Domestic fluffy mostly plotless ficlet time. :-

Logan and Virgil sat in the commons watching a documentary about Sharks. Thomas was working while it was on in the background but it interested the 2 of them so they ate instant ramen while chatting about it.

“They’re dangerous but misunderstood, Logan.”

“We’re talking about Nursing Sharks here, Virge, they’re barely even dangerous. Plus dolphins target sharks. They’re the meaner ones.” Logan replies and Virgil’s gasp is almost Patton like. Both guys notice and start to laugh.

Once the laughter dies down Logan asks, “So Virgil, huh?”

Taking a moment to compose himself, Virge nodded, “..Yeaaaahh… What about it?”

“So like Strong or the roman poet?”

“Not su..”

“Did someone say Roman?!” Roman exclaimed, dramatically coming out of his room.

“Not like that.” Virgil retorted and laughed. Roman took this as snark, which was slightly true and came to sit with them.

“What are you on about then?”

“How his name is the name is a roman poet.”

“Ah, yes and you’re discussing how you want to follow in his footsteps and be a poet for my brave self.” Roman dramatically declared with an air of snark.

Logan laughed at that before he could help it and Virge took it as a challenge, crooking his eyebrow at them then replying, “No, I don’t do long sonnets. Only limericks from me, Not-so-charming.”

“Let’s hear one then.” Roman called Vigil’s bluff.

It did not pay off as Vigil replied, “There once was a man from rome, Unfortunately he was deaf in tone, He went to the stage, And bored for an age, Oh, how that fool makes me groan.”

“Woah.” Logic replied, surprised how lightening fast Virgil seemed to think of it and the way it rolled of the tongue.

Roman felt 3 ways about it; 1) insulted by the poem, 2) impressed by his quickness and 3) proud of the creativity involved.

Virgil’s smirk dropped as he stuttered, “W..what?”

“That was.. Amazing.”

Pink tinged up Virgil’s cheeks as he looked away.

“Honestly he’s right.” Logan added and Virgil wrung his hands as he smiled, much more comfortable not making eye contact.

“Awwe look at the blushing young man.” Patton cooed then came up behind Logan and swapped glasses.


“I’m sorry, Logan, but I need mine back for a sec. Thank you. Now where are those others? I best go reign them in.” He practically muttered. Logan squeezed Patton’s free hand then pointed to the left.

“Wait, you two swap glasses?”

“Yeah, we both have problems with each but I do better with near-sighted glasses and his are far-sighted glasses. Seemed more Logical than buying 2 pairs each and barely using 2.” Logan explained, like he always did, like it was obvious.

“Hmm, suppose.. So how long you been pocketting that limerick, Penny Dreadful?” Roman took his time to smirk now.

“I made it up, Pagent Pete. I’m quite good with rhymes.” Virgil retorted defensive but not upset.

“Well you seem to be on a roll recently, you’re gonna help rehearse today.”

“But the sharks!”

“Fine.” Roman groaned and after waiting not so patiently for a quarter of an hour Roman dragged along Virgil to the studio, Logan only sat and laughed as Virgil pleaded to be saved.

new york


word count: 1,856

A/N: this was requested a couple weeks ago but I can’t remember by who (I know I’m terrible.) but I hope you enjoy!!

**warning: SMUT**

New York, the city that never sleeps. The city that was home to broadway plays. I never imagined I’d be able to visit here. Yet here I was, spending spring break with the rest of my drama class who chose to go, which consisted of mostly everyone who had nothing better to do for the week. A majority of the class was there just for extra credit and something to do over break. I, however, had always dreamed of going to see plays on broadway.

There were very few of us that actually cared about the trip: a boy, another girl, and I. The girl, Abigail, was quiet, reserved. She kept to herself most times and I respected that. I was nice to her, didn’t try to bother her too much. I knew she didn’t enjoy conversations.

The boy’s name was Shawn. He was the type you’d expect to see playing baseball or basketball, not in drama club. He was tall with a slim build but muscles prominent where they should be. His hair was a dark brunette color and was often pushed off his forehead, a wavy mess. His eyes were the color of warm honey.

I’d known him most of my high school life. We’d taken drama classes together since I could remember so it was hard for us to not know each other. He was always sweet, seemed super intelligent. We talked occasionally but nothing too in depth. He was always nice to me as was I to him. He was good looking, no doubt.

When we had arrived, everyone else had already picked who they would share a hotel room with. All the other rooms were filled and with only one other room left, Shawn and I ended up sharing a room. Our teacher didn’t mind, she knew we were both trustworthy kids. Since we were sharing a room, I decided to spark up more conversation with Shawn. I was spending the rest of this week with him, after all. Might as well get to know him better.

“So what part of the trip are you most excited about?” I asked Shawn.

“Overall, going to see Wicked on broadway. But right now it’s getting something to eat. I’m starving.” He laughed. We’d been walking through Central Park for nearly an hour now and all of us hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. I checked my watch, 2:35. My stomach growled once I realized how long it had been since the last time I ate.

“Now that you mention it, I’m pretty hungry too.” I said. My eyes searched for any nearby food vendors in the park. I saw one out in the distance, nearly two blocks away. I nudged Shawn’s arm. “There’s some type of food stand up there.” I pointed in the direction of what looked to be the typical New York hot dog stand.

Shawn’s eyes got wide and I giggled lightly at how excited he got over food. Our group slowly made its way towards where the food was. Shawn and I bought pretzels and soda. We talked for hours more, hardly paying any attention to everyone else on the trip and the beautiful city around us.

My alarm went off at 7:00 the next morning. I don’t remember setting it that early, but there was probably some reason why so I went ahead and got out of the uncomfortable hotel bed. I stretched and made my way to the shower, grabbing clothes on the way. I did my normal shower routine: shampoo and condition my hair, wash my body, then my face. When I dried myself off I realized I hadn’t grabbed any underwear out of my suitcase. Shit.

I tiptoed out of the bathroom, trying to not wake Shawn up. I squatted down beside my suitcase and struggled to keep my towel wrapped around me. With one hand, I let my towel go so I could search for my underwear. I knew Shawn was asleep still so it didn’t matter. I dug through my suitcase, sitting there completely bare.

I stood back up after wrapping the towel back around my still damp body. I checked to see if Shawn was still asleep, which he wasn’t. My mouth dropped open in shock, I didn’t know what to say.

“I’m- I’m so sorry I didn’t know you were awake.” I apologized.

“No it’s all good. We just won’t tell anyone about this, okay?” He said. I nodded my head in agreement and made my way back to the bathroom. I got ready and tried to continue the day like normal but it was too awkward between Shawn and I. I could barely even look at him and there were still six more days left of this trip. Our group walked through the streets of New York, barely even two blocks from our hotel.

“Look just because I saw you naked doesn’t mean you have to be weird with me.” Shawn spoke quietly so only I could hear. “Besides, you shouldn’t be embarrassed. You looked pretty good.” I felt my cheeks heat up and I playfully hit him.

“I can’t believe you.” I joked. His cheeks were now red too, realizing he had actually said that. I had seen him almost naked this morning too, only his boxers when he had gotten out of bed. And oh man, was he a sight to see. His arms were strong and muscular. His abdomen was toned, no flaw to be found whatsoever.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you naked again.” He smirked, knowing I knew what he was suggesting. I couldn’t believe it but I wanted it too.

“Excuse me?” I said.

“You know what I said.” He boasted. I was surprised at his sudden confidence. I knew what the answer was. Of course it was yes. After seeing his so carefully sculpted body earlier this morning, there was no way possible I could turn this down. I looked Shawn in the eyes and nodded my head yes.

“Ma'am,” Shawn spoke to our teacher, “my roommate left her phone in our room and she was really wanting to make some pictures. Can we go back to the hotel to get it?” Lie on top of more lies. I was weirdly okay with it though. After getting permission, Shawn and I walked back to our hotel.

The two blocks seemed like miles now that Shawn and I both were anticipating something. I knew we wouldn’t have much time once we got back to the hotel room. I began fantasizing about what was to come. Shawn hovering over me, his muscular arms on either side of me, his breathing unsteady and soft moans escaping his lips. Oh gosh.

Shawn grabbed my hand to help guide me through the crowded sidewalk, not wasting any time as he was walking briskly. We were finally outside the hotel. We rushed in the doors and onto the elevator. The lobby of the hotel was completely empty and nobody else had gotten on the elevator with us. I took the chance to kiss Shawn. I grabbed the denim fabric of his jacket and pulled him down to press my lips against his.

The kiss was delicate until Shawn began to bite my bottom lip. My hand ran through his thick brown hair. His grasped around my waist. I was sent into a blissful high until I heard the elevator doors open. We rushed into the room. Shawn fumbled with the room card. I could sense his eagerness.

I hurriedly stripped off my shirt and began to unbutton my jeans. I left my bra and panties on, leaving those on for Shawn to take off. I glanced up at him to see he was still wearing pants.

“Hurry, Shawn.” I said, the impatience apparent in my voice. He took his pants off, his bulge obvious through his tight fitting boxers. He took me by surprise when he picked me up, sitting me on his lap after sitting down on the edge of the bed. His lips soon attached to my neck and I threw my head back to give him better access. He started to suck at the crook of my neck.

“Please no hickeys.” I begged. He stopped sucking at my skin to unclasp my bra. He bit his lip slightly, looking more alluring to me than ever before. I took his face into my hands and kissed his lips roughly, wanting him to know how badly I needed him. He stood up, placing his arm at the small of my back to support me then laid me onto the bed. His fingers hooked into my underwear and pulled them off slowly.

“Get on your stomach.” He muttered. I did as he wished and got onto my stomach, letting my forearms rest on the bed. I heard him searching through his pants pockets for his wallet then the tear of a condom wrapper. I soon felt the warmth of his body behind me again.

“You ready?” Shawn asked. I replied with an ‘mhm’ then felt his hands spreading my legs further apart. He entered me and I gasped. He wasn’t my first, but he was much bigger than the other two guys I’d been with. I waited for him to start thrusting, I was impatient after a few seconds. He took himself out completely and I felt empty, only to be filled again. He repeated this action over and over, making my legs shake. I moaned out his name.

His hands gripped onto my hips now. He thruster deeper into me but no longer took himself out completely. His thrusts were at a pace enjoyable for both of us and hard enough to make me moan out profanities. The small hotel room grew hotter as time went on. I could feel sweat dripping down my neck.

“You’re so tight, oh god.” Shawn groaned. He stopped fucking me and turned me onto my back. I was more pleased with this position than the previous one, I could now look at him. He slipped into me once again, continuing the pace he’d had before. His arms were on either side of me and his face right above mine. Sweat droplets ran down his forehead and his cheeks were flushed.

“Shawn, I’m gonna come.” I moaned, my voice getting slightly higher pitched. His eyes flickered up to mine, no longer watching my breasts bounce gently or watching himself thrust into me. He wore a smirk on his face. His mouth went to my boobs, leaving wet kisses everywhere. The extra pleasure sent me into euphoria. My back arched and I lightly tugged at Shawn’s hair. Soft moans escaped my parted lips as my orgasm washed over my entire body.

He soon pulled out and went to throw the condom away. He walked back into the room, still completely naked and definitely a sight to see. I sat up and began to put my clothes back on as did Shawn.

“I can tell this trip is going to be fucking great.” He laughed. I nodded my head in agreement. It definitely will be.

anonymous asked:

Hi!! Do you think can do some aus/prompts about best friends to couples? Like how they start dating/ how they tell their other friends/ and possibly fights/ etc. thank you!! <3


Best friends to lovers prompts, coming right up!

Getting Together-

1. “You found the poem I wrote about you, and now you know how I feel about you. Please don’t hate me.”

2. “You kept insisting that I tell you who I was interested in, so I finally caved, and admitted that I’ve loved you for years.”

3. “Our friends just told us that they thought we were dating this whole time, and suddenly, that doesn’t sound so bad to me.”

4. “I’ve been successfully hiding my feelings for you for years, but then, you kissed me as a joke, and I couldn’t hide it anymore.”

5. “I call you at 3 AM to talk about random stuff when I can’t sleep, and somewhere between ‘Do pandas like rock music’ and ‘Why can’t fish dance,” I ended up admitting that I love you.”

6. “You keep trying to set me up with people, because you want me to be happy, and I end up blurting that the only person I want to be happy with is you.”

7. “When we were in third grade, you gave me a ring pop, and told me we were married. Today, you found out that I still have it.”

Telling Their Friends-

1. “We were just going to wait and see who noticed first, but it’s been a month, and NO ONE realizes that anything is different?”

2. “We didn’t really have to tell anyone, because one of our friends caught us kissing and posted it on Facebook/Instagram/Twitter.”

3. “We sat everyone down for a serious discussion, but when we told them, they were all confused. ‘Haven’t you guys been dating for, like, three years now?’”

4. “We changed our relationship statuses to ‘In a relationship’ with each other, and everyone is commenting ‘Lol’, ‘Good one,’ and ‘Yeah, right’ on them, so we posted a picture of us kissing. No one is laughing now.”


1. “Your ex is back in town, and I know it shouldn’t bother me, but I remember you talking to me for hours about how amazing they were, while my heart shattered each time. No, I’m not thrilled about you having dinner with them, even if it is just for business.”

2. “I don’t want everyone to know yet, and you want to shout it to the world that we’re together.”

3. “My parents were never even a fan of our friendship. Now that we’re dating, it’s ten times worse.”


1. “We still refer to each other as “best friends,” and everyone is confused by that, but dating doesn’t mean we aren’t still friends.”

2. “Literally no one is surprised that we’re dating.”

3. “Your sibling’s kids have been calling me aunt/uncle since before we were dating, and they don’t really see what all the fuss is about.”

Best You’ve Ever Had**



Hanging out with the boys was great don’t get me wrong, but sometimes it can be a bit annoying. It can also get really awkward at times and none of the boys really seems to care, which only made it more awkward. 

Today’s conversation was about orgasms because someone had a new girl and blah blah blah. I was sat in Joe’s kitchen trying to get the some work done and to distance myself from the conversation because I didn’t want to be roped in and have to explain that contrary to popular belief apparently I haven’t had a lot of sex, and of the sex that I have had, it wasn’t that great. 

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Gotta Go My Own Way 4 | Calum Hood

I am incredibly sorry for the delay. I’ve been so busy with my life recently (shocker) and I will also be busy my spring break next week so I don’t think I’ll have time to write the finale to WNCIL :( But this time I will keep you guys updated so I don’t disappoint. Enjoy.

Previous Parts 1 2 3

Calum’s POV

Coming back from Mr.Jackson’s room, I hid the piece of paper, that could potentially ruin the relationships around me, under my set of clothes laid out for our gig tonight. It was folded small enough to not be seen underneath my green t-shirt, but as soon as I laid the shirt down on top of it, I heard the knob to the door start to turn. My head whipped around to find the boys and Y/N, her smile still sat on her face as she laughed at something Luke said. I straightened up and leaned my back against the table our stuff was set on, my hands clutching the white painted wood. I flicked my head at them, a signal of ‘what’s up’, and watched as the boys all started to grab their stuff and start getting ready to warm up a little before soundcheck.

“Let’s get ready buddy, soundcheck’s in about 2 hours!” Ashton yelled, throwing my some hairspray to make my hair look more appealing than it was right now. Since the meeting, my hands have just been running through it, the anxiousness hitting me hard.

Y/N came and stood by me, grabbing the bottle and a comb from behind me and smiled softly at me. She sprayed a little bit of hairspray on the comb and lightly fluffed it through my thick hair. She almost at to stand on her tip toes, but she was and has always been the perfect height for me. All the negative and anxious feelings that built up inside of me seemed to vanish when I looked into the light of her eyes. She was too busy focusing on my hair, when all I could do was smile. She noticed my focus, and blushed before pulling the comb away to look at her masterpiece. 

Her hand reached up behind my neck at the baby hairs I had, and slightly tugged on them. The boys had now left the room to find their instruments, leaving the two of us together. My hands found their way to her waist, my fingers rubbing at the cotton shirt material. 

“My handsome Calum…” My smile only grew bigger. Y/N had always been that way with me. She knew how insecure I could get sometimes with Ashton being the buff guy in the band, Michael being the bad boy looking type, and Luke being the fan favorite. There were days when I would just want to hide away from the world because no one ever cared for me. I felt overlooked and under appreciated, but Y/N helped bring that confidence back into myself, reminding me pretty much everyday of how handsome, built, and talented I was. I leaned in and captured her lips with my own and molded them. She instantly melted into me, bringing her other hand to drape over my neck and shoulder. Her chest lunged and pressed up against me, only deepening the very needed kiss. I felt her moan into my mouth, causing me to leave a trail of light kisses from her jaw line to the edge of her collarbone, something I know drives her crazy.

“Calum…” she whispered, “I’m s-sorry I finished the song w-without you…” This caused me to teethe at the skin of her neck, leaving red streaks.

As a second moan escaped her lips, we heard 3 big bangs on the door, followed by a shrieking girl voice. 

“Calum! C’mon! The boys are already out here!” A loud, annoyed sigh came out of my mouth, as my forehead landed on Y/N’s shoulder. I could feel her body tense up beneath me, and her skin started getting warm. I rubbed my hand on her lower back to reassure her that there was nothing to worry about, but in reality, she had everything to worry about. 

“It’s okay Cal…go get ready for soundcheck, I’ll be on the sides in a little bit.” I lifted my head, my eyes landing on her understanding smile. 

“We’re not finished though.” I smirked, trying to lighten up the ruined mood. Y/N only chuckled at my stupidity, and nodded. I lightly kissed her forehead, and then sprung off the table heading for the door. As I turned the knob, I looked back one last time to see her with arms crossed, watching me.

“Don’t forget, I love you.” We both smiled widely, and she said I love you back.


I turned back towards the table, only to see that Calum’s clothes were still in the room, and now on the floor. I knelt down and carefully picked up his clothes, but suddenly a white piece of paper fell out under his shirt. I set the clothes on the table, a curious look laid upon my face, my eyebrows scrunching together.

It was slightly crumpled, and had tiny font, to the point where I had to bring the paper closer to my face than usual. I saw it was addressed to Calum, but the sentences that I saw in fragments nearly destroyed the butterflies he left in me only a minute ago.

“…solo career…break away from 5 Seconds of Summer…front singer of Hey Violet…great career move…” and so much more was written in this document. My hand fell over my mouth, shocked and disgusted that Calum had this paper basically signing his life away to Hey Violet, to Nia, from 5SOS…from me. I felt utterly sick reading the contract, reading all the perks he could have if he left his band, how much he would be paid, the places he’d travel, the ‘more’ opportunities he could have as a solo artist. But none of that would matter if he didn’t have Luke, Ashton, or Michael. I wasn’t mad so much at the fact that he’d be leaving me, but the fact that he’d be leaving the 3 main people who worked so hard along side him to have their dream of playing arenas for adoring fans a reality. He didn’t stick with them because he knew they could potentially become famous, but because he wanted to conquer the world with them by his side. But ever since Nia came along, she’s tried corrupting Calum, and trying to make him fall for the fame and money, like he promised never to do. And it was almost as if my biggest nightmare, had become a reality.

Soundcheck was just now finishing up, Hey Violet and the boys both emerging backstage since they were both out there. Everybody was all smiles and laughs talking about the funny fan questions, reactions, and signs that they saw from their adoring audience. However, I was sitting on the corner of the couch on my phone, my back pocket burning where the Calum’s contract was. The other 3 boys sat around me, nudging me to see what was wrong, but my eyes only laid on Calum who was laughing it up with Mr.Jackson and Nia, of course. His back was turned to me, as I felt tears start to form in my eyes.

“Wait…Y/N what’s wrong…” Luke whispered lightly in my ear, the other boys leaning in to listen. I shook my head, pulling out my phone and clicking on the picture of the contract I took, showing it to all of them. They’re not only his best friends, but his bandmates and business partners, they deserve a right to know even if it’s not from him.

Luke’s hands balled up into fists, Michael’s face was almost as red as his hair, and Ashton only began to get as watery eyed as I did as they read the dreaded contract. They all looked at him with stares as deadly as daggers, but his back was still turned, oblivious.

“Do you actually have this? Because if you don’t, this is a really sick prank Y/N.” Ashton said sternly. I shook my head defensively, pulling out the folded piece of paper quickly before stuffing it into my back pocket again.

“Why would I fucking lie about this Ashton? He’s been hiding it from us!” I scream whispered. 

“When did you find it? Where did you find it?” Michael asked.

“Today, under his shirt for the set. He was trying to hide it away so nobody would know that he’s fucking leaving.”

“C’mon, Calum may be stupid sometimes but I don’t think he’d be willing to give up the band like that. He wanted this more than any of us, he wanted the band to grow together and get to where we are now as a group, best friends, brothers. He wouldn’t dare leave us.” Luke defended.

“Then why did he hide it from us? Why didn’t he just flat out say no and not take the contract then? Why did he take it in the first place, and then sneak it past us, thinking we wouldn’t ever find out about it? Luke, this isn’t just your best friend, but mine also. Calum is everything to me. I know him as well as you guys, and even I know,” I sighed, before the next sentence came out, “the benefits are just too great. Calum is so straight-forward, if he really didn’t want to take the offer, he wouldn’t have even taken the contract.” 

As my voice died out, we heard behind us the convo of Calum, Mr.Jackson and Nia. Mr.Jackson had left momentarily before hustling back out to the small ‘living room’ we were all hanging out in. There was a huge guitar-bass like case in his right hand, and he set it down at Calum’s both, both him and Nia smiling proudly.

“Open it son. It’s a gift from all of us here.” Mr.Jackson smiled.

Calum carefully bent down and opened the case, revealing a new jet black glossy finished bass, clean and obviously expensive. Calum held it in his hands as if it was a new born baby, gocking at it’s new fine beauty. He was speechless, and beside me I heard all 3 of the boys groan to themselves.

“M-Mr.Jackson…w-why, why did you give me this?”
“Let’s just say, someone put in a good word for you,” he winked at Nia beside him, “and said you deserve it, and I agree wholeheartedly.”

“This…this is incredible, thank you so much!” His smile stretched up to his under eyes, the heartfelt crinkly smile that I adored so much was on his face for all the wrong reasons, and he was slowly becoming the Calum I didn’t know.

My world came crashing down, though, as Nia reached up to Calum’s cheek and placed a tender kiss on it. My heart broke seeing the two together, acting like a more real couple than him and I had this whole tour. Tears broke out of my eyes as they cascaded down my cheeks, my hands and face becoming hot, as I ran back to the dressing room. All eyes focused back on me, a concerned/sad look on everyone else’s face but only a smirk to be found on Nia’s.

As I shut the door behind me, I ran toward the back of the room near the table with all the boys necessities on it and rested my hands on it, letting out a loud sob that I had been desperately trying to hold in. My vision was instantly blurry, soaking the table beneath me. I heard the door creak open, not caring who was there, my almost hopeless state completely taking up my attention.

“Was that fun to watch?” The snarky voice echoed throughout the door. I shuttered as my tears stopped, but still kept my back to her.

“You tell me.” I sniffled.

I heard her chuckle and she walked into the room slowly.

“Why are you doing this to me. I haven’t done anything, to deserve the downright hateful things you have done to me.” I turned around to face her, trying hard to show off that I wasn’t phased or intimidated by her.

“You, little ms.princess, weren’t even suppose to be on this tour in the first place! It was suppose to be Luke’s mom! You haven’t even been doing anything to help Calum out, I’ve stepped in multiple times just to save his freaking job!” I was taken back, and gasped.

“So giving him that contract to become a solo artist is you being helpful? You’re not only trying to control his life, but you’re trying to ruin mine, and my best friend’s!” She could only smirk at my reply.

“You just don’t like the fact that I,won.”

“Is Calum the prize? Is the press and money the prize? No thanks, Nia. You’re very good at a game that I’m tired of playing! So, I guess you’re getting your wish. I’m done here. He’s all yours.” I swiftly grabbed my purse off the table and turned for the door, to see Calum already standing there, arms open for me.

“Baby…c’mon please talk to me.” He pleaded as I walked past him out of the room. “None of this means anything if I don’t have you here by my side experiencing it with me, please, I wasn’t trying to break up apart!”

I stopped in my tracks, my heart sinking at his lies. I angrily pulled out the contract from my pocket, quickly opened it up, and threw it down towards his feet.

“That! That is what’s breaking us apart, Calum! The lies, the sneaking around, the new feelings you’ve developed for Nia! I’m out of here.” I could hear his sniffles as he picked up the crumpled up paper as I stumbled out of the backstage door. But I soon heard his footsteps, coming after me.

CLIFFHANGER! Again, this imagine is based off of HSM2, so any language that’s familiar to you guys in here is from the movie. The next part will be the actual ‘gotta go my own way scene’ just a heads up. And I know this part went by kinda quickly, but I hope you enjoyed it none the less.

Jeff Atkins Request

Hello lovely! You were extremely kind to take on my request, and I was wondering if I can request another. I couldn’t help but notice you did one of Clay Jensen, so I was wondering if you can do one of Jeff Atkins. Where the reader is nowhere near being popular, and she has an absolute huge crush on Jeff. Both have a class together, that being History. The reader is really shy, especially around Jeff since they sit next to each other, and Jeff takes a liking towards her and starts to ask for help on the assignments, and ask her out. I’m always open to what you have in mind. I know it’ll turn out great. Thank you! 🌟💛🌹

You sat in your desk for 4th period History and rummaged through your bag for a pen and your notebook. “Hey,” you heard one of your classmates say but ignored it since you rarely talked to anyone in this class. “Hey, Y/N,” you snapped to attention and looked up to lock eyes with Jeff Atkins.

“Me,” you asked from disbelief.

“Yeah,” he laughed, “you are Y/N, aren’t you.”

“Right,” you blushed at your own awkwardness.

“Do you have a pen I can borrow? I think I left all my pens in my locker.”

“Ugh yeah,” you dug back into your bag and pulled out a pen. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” You tried not to blush at his cute smile and luckily the class started so you didn’t have to worry about humiliating yourself. You listened as the class started on their World War I and II unit.

“Does anybody know what event started World War 1,” Mrs. Jamison asked and your fellow students put down their heads to avoid being called on. You raised your hand timidly. “Y/N.”

“The assassination of Franz Ferdinand.”

“Right,” she said impressed. “And what was the first country to declare war?” You kept your hand down this time and looked down at the notes you had written the night before. “Y/N, want to take a shot on this?”

“Austria declared war on Serbia.”

“Right again.” You sat back in your seat and doodle in your notebook as Mrs. Jamison walked through the first World War. The bell rang and you all gathered your stuff and jumped up to leave this class for the next.

You were walking down the hallway when you heard your name being called out. “Y/N, hey, wait up,” you turned and saw Jeff walking towards you. “Here’s your pen.”

“Keep it,” you told him. “You need it more than I do.”

“Alright,” he grinned. “Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow?” You nodded and went to your math class. The cutest guy in school had talked to you two times in one day. What was happening?


Jeff smiled at you the next day when he got to class, and every day after that. He’d try and get you to small talk with him before and after class and was surpirsed that ou were finally coming more comfortable around him. Today, as Mrs. Jamison went through the day’s notes Jeff noticed the way you’d answer questions under your breath to yourself, although you didn’t seem to notice.

“These are due tomorrow,” Mrs. Jamison passed out worksheets just before the class bell rang. “And remember our test of both World Wars is Thursday.”

“Y/N,” you stopped packing your bag and looked up at Jeff.


“I can’t keep all these dates and events straight and you’re really smart. Is there anyway you think you could tutor me for the test Thursday?”

“Um, sure. When are you free?”

“You have 6th period lunch right?” You nodded. “Could we meet in the library today and work on this worksheet and maybe after practice tonight we could meet up?”

“Sure. Where do you want to meet after practice?”

“You can come to my house if you want.” He scribbled his address and number on a piece of paper and handed it to you. “6 o’clock good?”

“I’ll be there.” The rest of the day all you could think about was how Jake Atkins had just invited you to his house.


Your stomach was fluttering when you walked up to the house and knocked on the door. His mom answered the door with a smile that looked liked his. “Hi. You must be Y/N. I’m Jeff’s Mom.” You nodded with a smile. “Jeff’s told me all about you. Come on in,” she welcomed you and walked you into the kitchen where Jeff stood behind the stove.

“Y/N, hey, just in time! I just finished dinner. You like chicken alfredo?”

“Um, yeah.” He handed you a plate and kept walking. “I have all my stuff set up in the dining room.” You followed him and took a seat at the table.

You took a bite of the chicken alfredo and you’re eyes went wide from how good it was. “Did you make this?”

“Yep. You like it?”

“I’m really impressed.”

“Why,” he laughed.

“Because you’re a star athlete, you’re one of the most popular guys in school, and now you’re a chef. What can’t you do?”

“Any type of school work apparently,” you giggled and kept eating before you pulled out your history stuff.

About 2 hours later you closed your book and looked at Jeff. “Did that worksheet help?”

“A little but I think I learned more from you just now than I have the whole time Mrs. Jamison has been teaching us.”

“Well we only got through World War I. Do you want to meet again during lunch tomorrow and study World War II?”

“Would you mind?”

“Not at all,” you gathered your things and Jeff walked you to the door.

“Thanks for all your help today, Y/N.” He reached forward and opened the door for you. “Have a good night.” You tried not to blush until after the door had been closed behind you.


You worked with him the next day at lunch and found yourself studying with him in his backyard after his practice again. “That’s right,” you cheered. “See you’ve got this for the test tomorrow.”

“I couldn’t have done this without you. I mean in.”

“I’m sure you could have managed.”

“I couldn’t have. I would have failed and I wouldn’t have been able to play. How can I repay you?”

“Jeff, you don’t have to repay me.”

“I don’t have to but I want to. Let me take you out Friday night.”

“Take me out,” you gave a short laugh?

“Yes. Out, like on a date. We could go to the movies or go out to the cafe. What do you say?”

“Are you forreal,” you couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re one of the most popular kids in school, Jeff. I’m the awkward and smart kid that people only talk to when they need help with homework.”

“Is that what you think I did?”

“I never really thought about it.”

“Then how about you let me take you out and I can show you I don’t just want to talk to you about homework.”

You thought it over for a second then nodded. “Ok. On one condition.”

You could tell he was surprised. “Ok, and what’s the condition?”

“You get above a 85 on this test tomorrow like I know you can and I will do out with you Friday night.”

He extended a hand out to you. “Deal,” you two shook on it


You went to class that next day and sat beside Jeff. “You ready,” you asked before Mrs. Jamison started handing out the tests.

“I studied all night after you left.”

“You’ll do great,” you got a test and went to work. Jeff was just about done with his as the bell rang. You hopped out and left the classroom, giving him one last look before you walked through the door.

You got to school Friday and went to your locker to grab the books for our first couple classes. “Y/N! Y/N,”Jeff came running towards you in the hall. “I got my test.”

“You got your test already?”

“I went and saw Mrs. Jamison as soon as I got in.”

“Well how’d you do?” He handed you his test with a bright red 89% marked at the top. “An 89! That’s great! Congrats, Jeff.”

“You know what that means,” he smiled. “You have plans with me tonight at 7. Tests me your address and I’ll pick you up.”

You blushed and closed your locker, “I’ll see you at 7 then.”

anonymous asked:

Can you do headcanon about Peter dating someone with really curly hair? :)

sorry it’’s taken me so long to answer, i haven’t been on much! :(

but of course anon, anything for you ♡

  • you literally despise your curly hair
  • but Peter really loves it
  • he loves how it compliments you and how you look with curls
  • he even runs his fingers through it sometimes
  • and you even warn him sometimes that he might not get his hand back
  • “Pete, i’m warning you right now, my hair is a mess.”
  • “i don’t care. i absolutely adore your hair, y/n.”
  • you even wake up an extra 2 hours early everyday to straighten it 
  • only for it to go back into waves/almost curls after an hour
  • pete laughs when you get frustrated with it
  • “i literally just straightened it, why the hell is it curly again?
  • don’t even bother brushing your hair out 
  • you’ll look like a lion
  • “Peter, please tell me i don’t look like a lion.”
  • he laughs before coming up with a joke
  • “can’t you just wait to be king?”
  • that was a lion king joke for those of you who didn’t get it
  • i’m sorry i’ll go home.

but overall, Peter loves and i mean loves your curls, which has made you appreciate them a little bit more in your life.

sorry it was so short anon, but i hope you liked it ♡

anonymous asked:

I feel like Peter overcompensates by exercising in his room at like 2 am after patrols and anytime he's alone to try to get more muscular but he's overworking his body??? But what do you think would happen after

peter parker would tbh. he’s painfully aware that his sudden masculine physique has mostly come from the spider bite, it likely amplified the effects of his testosterone as he didn’t have a build this masculine before. he always envied the trans men who could have a build like he now has, and he’s afraid that one day he’ll wake up and he’ll be back to how he used to be and that he’ll get misgendered more often.

so he pushes himself, he works out. but it’s more than that, because he has more stamina than he used to, and he can lift much more than he’s ever been able to – 75 fucking tons as tony offhandedly tells him one day. so when he pushes himself, he really Pushes Himself. he knows this logic is flawed, but the dysphoria in his head rationalizes it.

tony finds him one day by an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city, literally bench pressing steel girders. not just one, but 11 stacked on top of each other. his arm are shaking like jello underneath them, but he’s still lifting them up and down consistently.

“what the hell, kid,” tony says in a rush, walking over and pulling the beams off of peter with the help of the iron man armor. peter groans and tosses the remaining girders away from him, where they land with an ear piercing clank

“i still had 100 more to do, mr. stark,” peter says tiredly, his face is coated in a thick wall of sweat, he looks really shaken

“listen, i’m sure this is all part of your edgy teenage phase, but why are you on the outskirts of town benchpressing girders and beams?”

“i can lift up to 75 tons, i have to take advantage of my strength while i still have it,” peter says tiredly, wiping his brow

tony groans. “just because you can lift that much doesn’t mean it’s natural or healthy!! you should only be exerting your body that much when it’s necessary, you still have limits, peter!!”

“i was hardly benchpressing 2 tons just now, i can handle it!” peter yells back, looking like he could cry from anger and exhaustion

“did you not hear what i just said! there is a time and a place to push yourself like that, and that’s when people are in danger and you’re adrenaline is high and you have to do it!! not when you’re trying to work out – ”

“these powers could go away at any moment, i have to – ”

“they won’t!! this is who you are now, i’ve run every test there is, that spider bite altered your dna, this is you for life!! that doesn’t just go away! and even if it did, nobody should lift that much peter!! nobody should! it’s dangerous – ”

“not for me,” peter mutters, running a hand through his drenched hair

“oh yeah?” tony laughs, but he isn’t amused. “hate to break it to you, but your arms were shaking pretty hard. which is understandable considering my tracker says you’ve been here for hours. lifting 2 tons up and down for HOURS. it doesn’t matter how super you are, pete, benchpressing even 2 tons nonstop for hours will wear you out. and you could have accidentally dropped those beams on your face, and that’s something you couldn’t have come back from. and for what? to be strong, when you’re already one of the strongest people on the planet?”

peter sighs. he knows tony’s right. it doesn’t matter how much he can lift, he’s being reckless and he has to pace himself.

“what’s really bothering you, pete?” tony says, walking out of his armor, and sitting down on the floor across from peter.

peter rolls his eyes and closes them, and when he talks his voice wobbles. “it’s just scary. you’re a certain way your whole life and it sucks, and then this accident happens and makes you look like how you always wanted, and you can feel it too. and it feels great. it’s scary to think it could go away, especially now that i know what i’ve been missing. it’s scary, mr. stark.”

tony hums. “even if these powers somehow went away, you are still peter parker. you’re still spider-man.”

peter scoffs. “no. spider-man is strong.”

tony sighs. “you are too, peter.”

they sit in silence for a bit, until peter’s exhausted pants turn into even breathing. the cool air in the warehouse breezes over him and helps him stop sweating.

“your aunt know you’re out here?” tony asks softly.

“nah. i should probably head home, may says she’s gonna try and cook tonight”

peter and tony both wrinkle their noses at that

“pepper and i are having pizza, happy is joining us. you and may should come over, have dinner.”

“i dunno, mr. stark – ”

“fine. eat your aunt’s meatloaf, i’m sure you both will love it – ”

“we’ll be over at 8 pm, okay?” peter cuts in

tony smiles and walks back into his armor, and then flys off. he looks down and see’s peter waving at him.

kuro212  asked:

Hi, I love your blog! Can you have 2d be jealous??

Jealous 2D is my weakness tbh

Whenever you and the band got the chance, you liked to go out drinking. It was always a great night out- karaoke with Noodle (she was always better than you), doing shots with Murdoc, and playing pool with Russel. 2D was always by your side when the two of you were drunk- he became exponentially more clingy as the night went on. It was cute, to be honest. You had been at the pub for about 2 hours now, and in Murdoc’s opinion, the night was just getting started. “More shots?” He asked, smirking at you. “I can out-drink you any day, old man” you grinned back, as the bartender presented you another 2 shots of whiskey. “Jus’ give us the bottle” he said to the bartender, laughing darkly. He put the bottle of whiskey on the table, chuckling slightly and walking away. The two of you did shot after shot, and had began to form quite a crowd. People were placing bets on who would give up first, most of the bets being placed on your projectile vomiting across the room. “£10 says the hot one passes out!” One man shouted, holding a tenner in the air. “Aye! And if she does, I’m taking her home!” Another man replied, laughing. 2D, who had been standing behind you with Russ chatting and laughing the entire time heard this, and his eye began twitching. “It’s not worth it” Russ said, noting the anger in 2D’s eyes. 2D sighed, crossing his arms and glaring and the men. You were oblivious to all of this, continuing to drink with Murdoc. You’d drank far to much for someone of your size at this point, as had Murdoc. Yet you carried on. One of the drunk men in the crowd of betters made his way up to you, tapping you on the shoulder. You looked up, pouring another shot down your throat and making a face. “Aye, love, why don’t ya just give up and come home with me? I’ll show you a better time than this!” He winked, leaning on the bar in-between you and Murdoc. Murdoc watched, wondering what the fuck this man thought he was doing. They were trying to do shots here? The man flirting with you failed to notice the 6"2 man standing behind him, an incredibly angry look on your face. You looked up at 2D, wondering what he was going to do. The man flirting with you looked behind him to see 2D. “Jealous, mate? They clearly like me more, don’t ya love?” He asked, turning to face you. That was clearly the last straw for 2D, as he punched the man in the face. Very hard. “What the fuck?” He screamed, hands flying to cover his bloody nose. “Get away from them. Now.” 2D growled, staring at them as they moved away. 2D stood next to you, as the crowd began to disperse. “Woooah” you giggled, looking up at 2D. You were still a bit too drunk to understand what was happening. “Was face-ache jealous?” Murdoc asked from behind 2D, downing another shot. “No!” He said defensively, crossing his arms again. You leaned up against 2D, wrapping your arms around him. “You okay, love?” He asked, patting your head. You didn’t reply. “I think they’ve fallen asleep..” 2D, attempting to pick you up. “I wiiiiiiiin!” Murdoc celebrated, before planting his face rather violently on the table.

The Necklace


The open box sat on her bedside table, illuminated by only her velvet lamp. The apartment was quiet, except for a few quiet purrs from Meredith, who was strolling around, unbothered by the man sitting on Taylor’s bed. Joe had flew in from the UK a couple hours ago, and had managed to get access into Taylor’s NYC apartment after telling her bodyguards that he was there to surprise her. It was her birthday and she was out partying with her friends, completely unaware of the fact that Joe was waiting for her when she returned. He knew that she didn’t know he was there, and that’s what he wanted. They had been texting for the past week about how they had missed each other, and Joe had been saying how he wished he could make it to her birthday, and she was being hopeful too, although slightly upset that she couldn’t be with her boyfriend on her special day, but understanding as to why not. He was busy, after just landing a new role in a film with Margot Robbie, he had been in the UK for some time prepping for that.

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Chapter 2: Smitten Kitten (Spider-Boy - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)






“Have you seen the new viral video of Spiderman saving that family? It looked so intense. I bet the guy behind the mask is just yummy.” Your friend Tina gushes as you and your friends walk out the iconic red door of Spence.

“I bet you’re going to meet him soon, knowing that your dad is THE Iron Man.” Maddie, another friend of yours, adds.

“I know! Ever since the rumour about him joining the Avengers came out, I’ve been wondering when I’m going to meet him.” Y/n replies.

“I bet he’s like totally ripped underneath that Spiderman costume. You should definitely tell him to visit us here.” Eliza, your third friend tells you.

“I doubt that I’ll ever get to meet him, though. I’m doing an internship for my dad, not for Iron Man and the rest of the Avengers.” Y/n reasons out.

Y/n sees Happy waiting by the car door, signalling the Stark that it’s time to go home.

“Happy’s here! Have to go! I’ll see you girls on Monday!” You walk towards your father’s driver as he gives you a tight smile before opening the car door.

The moment Y/n slides inside the car, you see your dad busy on the phone.

“Hey! Why aren’t you at the Tower?” You ask him.

“First thing’s first, we have to go to Queens, Parker’s coming with me to Germany. Second, I’m gonna need you to look for him. He says he’s studying at Midtown High School and I do not want to go inside. Third, while I’m away, Pepper and Helena will be with you 24/7, I’m bringing Happy with me because he needs a sitter and he’s like 12.” Tony explains.

Happy pulls into the traffic and drives off.

“Hold on, you’re going to Germany without me? What about Aunt May? Have you told her about all of this? You’re going to bring Peter to your fight with Steve? Why won’t you bring me? I’m really useful when it comes to babysitting. Please take me with you.” Y/n ambushes her dad with questions and gives him the pout.

“You know I hate it when you pout at me, it’s like a weapon.” Tony glares at you knowing that you’re not going to give up.

“Fine. But you better bring your homework with you. While I’m doing my thing, you do yours and that is to study and babysit Peter.” He tells Y/n.

“Dad, you do know we’re in the same grade, right?” Y/n retorts.

“I don’t like the way he gapes at you as if you’re the first teenage girl he’s ever seen in his life. Other than that, he’s alright.” Your dad shrugs his shoulders and scrolls through his phone again.

Y/n just shrugs off Tony’s over-protectiveness.


“Dad, I’m wearing my uniform, how the hell can I not blend in?” You ask Happy parks the car in front of Midtown High.

“Happy, do you mind helping Y/n in looking for Mr. Parker.” Tony tells his head of security

“Thanks, daddy.” Y/n claps before walking out the car.

“If somebody comes up and approaches you, I’ll take them down in a second, got it?” Happy tells you.

“God, you’re just like my dad.” Y/n grumbles.


“Are we still up for building my lego death star later?” Ned asks Peter.

Peter puts his books inside his locker and the moment he closes it, he sees the girl who has been on his mind the whole week. He notices that Y/n Stark is still wearing her uniform, just like what she was wearing when they met.

“W-wow.” Peter sighs.

Y/n looks a bit lost while Happy is trailing behind her making sure that nobody gets a second look.

Everybody is looking at Y/n Stark as if she were a goddess just passing by their hallway, Flash Thompson couldn’t help but do a double take when he saw Y/n.

The girl sees Peter across the hallway and smiles at him while walking towards the now-astonished Peter and confused Ned.

“Is she smiling at you? Dude, that pretty girl is coming towards us, what do we do?” Ned panics.

“Calm down, She’s Mr. Stark’s daughter. We’re both interns for her dad.” Peter states.

“No way, that’s awesome!” Ned sighs in astonishment.

“Hi Peter! Am I interrupting something?” Y/n finally approaches Peter and Ned.

Peter looks at Y/n and smiles at her.

“Hi Y-y/n… Wh-what are you doing here?” Peter asks you.

“We have a Stark internship retreat, remember? I’m here to pick you up.” You raise your eyebrows at him, hoping that he’d play along.

“Yeah yeah yeah! The retreat, right. Will Mr. Stark be joining us?” Peter asks you.

“Yeah, he’s actually in the car waiting for you.” You reply.

“That’s so awesome.” Ned interrupts.

“Hi, I’m Y/n Stark, you must be Peter’s friend.” Y/n takes her hand out for Ned to shake.

“N-Ned Leeds. I’m a big fan of your dad.” Ned gushes.

“Aren’t we all?” Y/n mutters.

“So uhh, where’d you go to school? I-I mean you’re wearing a school uniform, I assume you study in Manhattan.” Ned asks.

“Oh I go to Spence, at the Upper East side.” Y/n replies.

“Let’s go?” Y/n suggests to Peter.

“Yeah, o-okay.” Peter nods.

“It was nice meeting you, Ned.” You wave at Peter’s friend who waves back at you.

Peter walks beside you, looking at you with a smile on his face.

“What?” Y/n inquires.

“Nothing, you look…. nice.” Peter looks down at his feet.


“Thank you, you look presentable too.” You reply.

“What’s up, Penis Parker!!!?” Flash Thompson passes by and winks at Y/n before being scared off by Happy.

“I assume the two of you aren’t the best of friends.” Y/n looks at Peter in the eyes.

“Yeah, he’s been tormenting me for years now, I just tune him out.” Peter shrugs his shoulders.

“By the way, this is Happy Hogan. Happy, this is Peter Parker.” Y/n introduces the big man to Peter who looks aghast.

“Hey! You can call me Peter.” Peter puts his hand out but Happy just looks at him.

“Guess he isn’t that ‘happy’ to see me.” Peter jokes.

Y/n laughs at his remark to which Peter follows suit.


2 hours later….

Y/n sees Peter taking a video of the clouds.

“What are you doing?” Y/n asks him.

“I’m making a video.” Peter replies.

“You know you can’t show it to anyone.” Happy chimes in.

“Yeah, I know.” Peter assures.

“So uh, why’d they call you Happy?” Peter asks.

Y/n looks at him again and bursts out laughing. Happy stands up from his seat to move to one of the unoccupied seats at the back.

“So dad, why is Peter coming with us to Berlin?” You ask your father who is still busy scrolling his phone.

“He’s going to fight alongside me.” Tony replies.

“WHAT? Dad, Peter’s just a kid.” Y/n reasons out.

“He can handle that, right Spider-boy?” Tony looks at Peter who just looks like he wants to avoid being caught in the middle between two Starks.

“It’s Spider-man, and yeah, I think I can.” Peter nods.

“Hold on, WHAT? You’re Spider-man?! I always thought he’d be in his 20s or something.” Y/n states.

“Well, turns out Spidey is just as young as you are.” Tony retorts.

“Huh… You better show me your tricks before anything else, Spidey.” Y/n smirks at Peter.

“I’d be happy to.” Peter smiles back at her.

Your cheeks feel a bit flush at the sight of Peter’s adorableness.

Somewhere in your mind, you’d like to thank the Spider who has led you to this moment, smiling at the awkward teenager who is just as smitten as you are.

Snowball Part 5!!!

Heyo. Again I’m gonna start this off by apologising for the lack of updates on this, I haven’t even been that busy, I’m just lazy like I have no excuse haha. Thanks to anyone still following this, I really do appreciate it and without messages and stuff this honestly wouldn’t have gone past the first chapter xx.

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Feyre had been working for a few weeks at Mor’s coffee shop now. She worked most days when Tamlin was home, and every day when he was out of town for business. Mor loved having Feyre around to laugh with and had even told her last week that her coffee making skills had considerably improved, but Mor would still politely refuse when Feyre offered to make her a coffee. 

It was long hours and the morning rush could be hectic at best, but Feyre enjoyed the challenge and it occupied her lonesome thoughts. When Tamlin was home he would disappear into his study for hours or be lost in his own thoughts when they decided to go out places for dinner. Feyre didn’t want to talk to him about his work though as she knew it would just worsen his mood, and he had made it very clear he hated talking about work with her. 

Feyre had walked in one morning to see Mor attempting to decorate their specials board with crude attempts at stick figures. Feyre hadn’t meant to laugh but it caught her by surprise.

“I know I’m not very artistic but you know it’s bad when even your stick men get laughed at.” Mor huffed.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed but … does one of them have two heads?”

Mor sighed, “No, it was supposed to be a Christmas hat.”

Hesitantly, Feyre reached for Mor’s chalk, “May I?”

Mor looked surprised but handed the chalk over. She left to keep setting up chairs and tables while Feyre drew. She had a number of paints and canvas’s at home but she hadn’t felt any desire to paint lately, but Feyre got lost in her own drawing and hadn’t even noticed Mor peering over her shoulder.

“Oh my god it looks fantastic!” Mor squealed, making Feyre jump.

Feyre looked it over once, it wasn’t amazing. Done with cheap chalk and in just a few minutes, but it passed for a Winter wonderland scene with snowflakes, reindeer, and people huddled around a fire holding cups of steaming coffee. From then on Mor always got Feyre to decorate the boards after she had written on them.

Mor would sometimes leave Feyre alone for a few hours when it was quiet so she could run some errands and the trust Mor had in her blew Feyre away. Even if she wasn’t always left by herself. Most days Mor’s friends frequented the store such as Amren, a small but wicked looking woman who awed Feyre but also made her want to avoid eye contact. Amren was nothing but friendly towards Feyre and would always leave her an especially big tip so Feyre made an effort to make small talk. Amren owned her own jewellery store where she made her own accessories and was an old friend of Mor and Rhysand’s family.

Rhys’s brutish looking friends, Cassian and Azriel, were also usually hanging around the shop. Their favourite table was hidden away in a dark corner where Azriel would all but vanish in the darkness, but since Feyre had started working, Cassian would drag Azriel to tables that were closer to the counter so they could talk. Despite their imposing looks, Feyre found both of them to be quite friendly towards her and it wasn’t long before she found herself smiling before they had even entered the shop as she could hear their booming voices approaching from halfway down the street. They ordered the same thing every day, just a black coffee for Azriel, no sugar, and Cassian always had the most expensive and extravagant, whipped cream topped coffee they served, complete with chocolate and caramel syrup. 

Rhys had so far kept his distance.

One morning after Lucien had dropped Feyre off for the day, Mor had been telling Feyre about an awful customer she had once had when the door swept open. Mor stopped mid sentence to beam at whoever had just entered. Feyre had her back to the door but she knew who it was was from the intensity of the gaze she felt was trained on her back.

“Well look who finally decided to come and check up on his shop.” Mor teased.

“You know I’ve been busy Mor. As I’m sure you’ve also been, training Feyre to make coffees that surpass even your own.” Rhysand purred.

Mor scoffed, “Who told you that?”


“Next time I’m locking him outside in the cold.” Mor laughed despite her icy tone. “Seriously though are you just passing through or staying for a bit?”

Rhys sighed, “I think I need to just sit down and clear my head. Wanna make me one of your famous coffees?”

“Coming right up!” Mor smiled.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Rhys said, before flashing me a grin and taking his seat.

“How tragic. Disowned by my own cousin.” Mor said shaking her head. “He likes a cappuccino with two sugars.”

Feyre worked at the machine alongside Mor as she made other orders but Feyre could feel that violet gaze fixed only on her.

“How come Rhys hasn’t been around? Cassian and Azriel are always here.” Feyre asked Mor quietly.

“I think he’s just been really busy lately. He gets restless when he’s stressed so I doubt he wants to hang around here all day.” Mor replied as she turned on the coffee grinder.

The loud machine drowned out most sounds making Feyre nearly having to yell for Mor to hear her.

“Is it work related? The stress I mean.”

“Sort of. He works also as a spokesperson for the Illyrian community, making sure no one treats them badly.”

Feyre hadn’t had much experience with these Illyrians as she had only recently moved to town to be with Tamlin.

“Have people treated them badly in the past?” Feyre ventured.

“Oh Feyre, I wish I could say people in this town weren’t discriminatory but the world just isn’t like that.”

“I’ve never heard of Illyrians.”

“Well you live with Tamlin right? He lives in the flashy part of town, the opposite end to the Illyrian people so you probably haven’t ever seen them.”

Feyre finished making Rhysand’s coffee and moved to bring it out to him when Mor added, “He’s fussy about his coffees, sometimes I have to remake them a few times before he’s satisfied so don’t feel bad if he doesn’t drink it.”

“If he complains we’ll see how much he likes hot coffee poured in his lap.” Feyre said before freezing. Mor had turned the coffee grinder off just as Feyre had started to respond allowing Rhys to hear every word.

Deciding to play it off, Feyre continued on her path to Rhys and set the coffee down before him, arching her eyebrow in a challenge.

Rhys grinned up at her before painstakingly slowly, lifting the cup towards his lips. Feyre watched in anticipation and nearly screamed when he suddenly placed the coffee back on the table.

“It’s a little hot. I think I’ll wait for it to cool. Thank you.” Rhys said while giving her a cocky grin.

Swallowing her annoyance, Feyre marched back behind the counter with a grimace. Mor only laughed, before handing Feyre some new orders.

A few coffees later and Feyre looked up as an empty cup was set on the counter. She looked up to see Rhys gazing at her thoughtfully.

“… Was there anything else I could help you with?” Feyre asked, suddenly remembering that for all his jokes, Rhys was technically her boss.

“You changed the coffee.” Rhys said without any hint of emotion on his face.

Mor, who had been out the back gathering more stock, suddenly reappeared and miserably failed at looking like she wasn’t eavesdropping.

“I tried a different blend. Mor’s been encouraging me to experiment.”

Feyre felt the back of her neck dampen with sweat as Rhys failed to respond, only staring at her mutely.

“Did you like it? I can make another if you didn’t. I’m sorry, I know you like it a particular way-” Feyre babbled before Rhys cut her off.

“It’s okay. I liked it. Could you make me another?” Rhys asked, almost shyly. “Please?” He added as an afterthought.

Feyre nodded unable to speak she was so relieved. Rhys moved back to his table while Mor swooped in on her.

“That was incredible, you even got him to use his manners! I didn’t even see you change up the recipe.” Mor gushed.

But Feyre had already begun making a new coffee and wasn’t really paying attention to Mor.

“He always asks about you.” Mor said quietly.

Feyre froze.

“Nothing weird, just asking how you’re going at work. If you seem happy.” Mor continued.

Feyre said nothing as she went to take out the next coffee to Rhys. He smiled again at her as she placed it down and this time drank from it immediately. Mor watched them from the counter, an odd look on her face.

Over the next few days Rhys would come into the store and ask Feyre to make him a coffee. Sometimes he stayed to chat with her or Mor, other times he would have to leave quickly. Cassian and Azriel asked to try the special coffee that Rhys kept having but neither of them seemed to like it. When Amren asked to try it, she all but spat it back in the cup with an apologetic look at Feyre afterwards, “Sorry, I guess everyone likes their coffee differently.”

Feyre never made Rhys’s coffee for anyone else from then on.

One morning, Rhys was sitting in his usual spot by the counter where he could talk, and more often, tease Feyre, when Mor rushed in.

“I’m sorry I’m late Feyre! Everything’s been okay?” She asked.

“It’s fine, everything’s been going good today except for that weird guy who keeps trying to talk to me.” Feyre laughed while motioning at Rhys.

Rhys just winked and said, “I can’t start my morning without a coffee and your sweet face anymore Feyre Darling.”

Feyre responded with her usual, “Prick”, before turning away to serve a customer.

“She seems to have warmed up to you.” Mor said breezing past Rhys.

When there was no longer any people to serve, Rhys joined Feyre and Mor at the counter. He was staring at the specials board which still showed part of Feyre’s Winter wonderland scene and now also had a drawing of a coffee with a Santa face dusted in the foam.

“Now I know you didn’t draw this Mor.”

“First, I’m offended you think I have no artistic skills. Second, I’m impressed with how well you know me. Feyre is our resident artist.”

“You’re very good, ever think about doing an arts degree?” Rhysand said to Feyre.

“I have… but I don’t really think it’s for me.”

“Why not? You clearly have the talent for it.”

“I already told you, I can’t.” Feyre said angrily.

She turned from him and went to clear some dirty tables. When she returned Mor and Rhys abruptly stopped their conversation.

“Well I’m going to go do a stock order, Feyre do you think you could update the specials board? Thanks!” Mor said chirpily before disappearing out back.

Fear seized Feyre as she wiped clean the board. Rhys hadn’t said anything since she’d finished cleaning and she didn’t appreciate the way his keen eyes watched her. Feyre held up the chalk just inches from the board but couldn’t bring herself to write anything.

“What’s wrong?” Rhys asked, concern tingeing his voice.

“Nothing. I just don’t feel like doing this right now.” Feyre was horrified to feel tears beginning to well up.

Now Rhys seemed really concerned. “Feyre?” He asked. “Are you okay? Talk to me.”

Feyre couldn’t even look at him she was so embarrassed. She fought with herself for what felt like hours. On one hand she wanted to tell Rhys about her biggest weakness. But on the other, she knew she could be mocked for it or even worse, lose her job over it, and Feyre did not want to stop seeing her friends.

She almost said nothing. Almost brushed it off with an excuse. But when she looked up at Rhys’s face, his eyes were so open and trusting. Nothing but understanding touched his gaze and Feyre knew he had already guessed as much.

“I can’t read.”

Rhys nodded as if he knew all along. “Does Tamlin know?”


“And he never thought to teach you? Or get someone else to?” Now there was anger laced in his words. It instantly made Feyre recoil.

“It’s not like that. I’ve never really had to learn. And it’s not like I’m completely stupid, I’ve memorised a few basic words.”

Rhys paused.

“I’ve upset you. I’m sorry, I don’t think you’re stupid at all.” Rhys quickly apologised.

There was an awkward silence before Feyre spoke again. “I had only just started school when my mother died. My father lost everything to his grief. I dropped out of school to help out around the house. I did paper rounds to get money for food.”

“Where is your family now?”

“A few towns over. When I met Tamlin he wanted me to move in with him almost immediately but I couldn’t leave my family alone. So Tamlin promised they’d be looked after if I went with him.”

“Is that why you’ve never applied to college?”

Feyre nodded.

Rhys pondered this. He started saying something before dropping it entirely. Taking a deep breath he tried a different tactic. “First, let me say that I think you’re incredible for putting your family over your own education. And while it makes no difference to me, and it doesn’t change who you are, but, if you’d like, I could teach you.”

Feyre was speechless. To her, providing and looking after her family had been second nature. No one, not even her father or sisters had ever really thanked her for it. And while it had never caused her regret, Feyre had always hated that small illiterate part of herself. She owned a phone but could barely use it. She had a job but only because it consisted of little reading. It was this that made her reach for Rhys’s hand to shake.


Rhys held her hand for just a little longer than was necessary but it didn’t feel odd to Feyre at all.

I’ll Be Good - Part 9

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 8  -  Part 10

Summary: Series - You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter – After a few weeks of life with the Avengers, you’re starting to feel more comfortable with most of the team, but definitely not all.

Warnings: Swearing, drinking (’Mee, A Summary ^_^)

Word Count: 1983 - Whoa! I got carried away! But it’s lighter reading this time.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry this one took me so long. I really just want to get back to the angst and the fighting, but I felt like this story needed a breather and a time warp, and that was hard to do and still maintain these aloof, complicated characters. I warned you this one would be different, hopefully you still like it. It’s the calm before the storm. As always, feedback is welcomed happily!

Originally posted by crappr

The room echoed with the sound of the Commander’s fist pounding the table before him. With an irritated glance the larger man seated at the table turned to the cowering informant. “You can go back to your post now.”

The man disappeared with a nod, as the Commander hissed in a low furious tone, “Why don’t I have that perfidious little mercenary beneath my boot right now?! It’s been weeks!”

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Maybe That's What I Was Trying To Say - Kim Samuel Requested Scenario


Genre: fluffles

Message?: its cringy if I try to write in Korean so I am not going to do that!


“And now everyone, please welcome our forean exchange student, Y/N!” Mr Lee said.

Okay, that was my name, I understood very little else of what he just said but it was probably an introduction.

I bowed, introducing myself in my broken Korean.

“Okay then Y/N, go to that seat over there, next to Samuel,” Mr Lee said.

I smiled at him, mentally cursing for not practising Korean more as I walked over to my seat.

“So,” the boy next to me, Samuel, said in perfect English, “where you from?”

I blushed a bit, looking at his handsome features before stuttering, “umm, Y/C/N.”

“Oh that’s cool!” he smiled.

“And you?” I asked, comfortable with English. “Where are you from?”

“Grown up in Korea,” Samuel said. “But my Mum is Korean and my Dad is Latin American.”

I gasped, “that’s such a nice mix!”

He chuckled, “Thanks. Oh and uh, I know it takes a while to get used to the Korean language and culture, but I’ll help you.”

I grinned at him, everything would be fine if I had Samuel…

At the end of the school day, all I wanted was to go home maybe unpack a bit and then sleep. Maybe for the rest of my life, but, when I told this to Samuel though, he just laughed.

“No way! You can unpack tonight!” he laughed. “Afternoon’s are made for street food and Korean tours.”

“Samuel seriously!” I said in Korean, trying to show off.

“If that is trying to impress me, it’s not working,” he replied in Korean.

I shrugged, walking off with him following me. I then sighed, “fine. I guess I could do with street food.”

He smiled, walking ahead of me and calling at me to keep up.

“My legs are not as long as your’s!” I exclaimed.

He chuckled, “it’s fine we’re here. Now, I want you to order.”

“But that’s Korean,” I said. “I can’t do that.”

“Actually, you can,” he said. “Your challenge for the next week is to go into five different shops or stalls and order in Korean.”

I swallowed, then accepted his challenge by saying, “fine. What do you want.”

He hummed for a bit, looking at the stall, “ttoekbokki!”

I sighed, walking up to the stall and ordering two servings of ttoekbokki.

The man gave it to me, I payed him and bowed before turning back round to Samuel.

Samuel stared at me with his eyebrows raised, “so?”

“I did it! I actually did it!”

He laughed, high fiving me. My heart dropped as I though he was going to go for a hug. Wait. Why did I feel like this? I gave him the ttoekbokki, pushing the emotions I had down into the back of my mind. They mean nothing.

The next day after school Samuel decided that rain actually might affect our Korean trip and stall food so instead, brought me round to his house.

“I think my sister is having a friend round today as well,” he said. “So you might find little Barbie dolls everywhere.”

I laughed, “you have a little sister?”

“Uh-huh, she’s 9,” Samuel nodded. (A/N - I don’t actually know the age of his sister)

I smiled, “cute.”

“More like nightmare,” Samuel laughed.

I rolled my eyes before saying, “so what are we doing today?”

“We, dear Y/N, are practising Korean,” Samuel smirked, just as I reached the top of the stairs.

“Bye bye,” I said, walking back down them.

He laughed, grabbing my arm.

“Come on Y/L/N,” Samuel said, bringing me up to his room, sure enough on the way there we saw plushies and Barbies.

“Also, I have something to say,” Samuel said as he closed his bedroom door and sat at his desk. “Y/N I..”

He looked at my eyes before shaking his head, “actually it doesn’t matter.”

I looked at him confused until he shook his head, “no forget about it. It’s fine.”

I sighed before sitting next to him, “okay.”

We then spend 4 hours on Korean revision. We had 2 breaks. By the end I should have been fluent. But I definitely was not.

“Why can I still not do this?!” I exclaimed.

Samuel laughed, “your so cute.”

He then froze at his own words before clearing his throat and continuing, “well, maybe you should get home now. It’s quite late.”

I smiled, thinking about his comment before standing up, “yeah. Yeah I should.”

He walked over to his bedroom door, about to open it so I could go home but he stopped as both of us were next to the doorway.

I looked at him, “you alri—”

I got cut off by Samuel pressing his lips to mine.

“Maybe that’s what I was trying to say earlier,” he said, breathless.

[Prompt] Bruce gets jealous because Clark is talking and laughing with some women

Prompt from @golgeopucuk

[A/N: Please ignore mistakes, it’s so late and school starts tomorrow, fuck me. Also, way too long. TOO LONG.]

(Gotham Gala Event. Rich people everywhere. Bruce brings Clark along as his date.)

Bruce: See? This isn’t so bad.

Clark: This suit is molesting me.

Bruce: Aesthetic over comfort, Clark. Repeat after me.

Clark: *gives Bruce a dirty look*

Bruce: Okay then. How about you go get us some drinks instead—I know alcohol doesn’t affect you but just do it, ohmygod—and I’ll go chat with people. I’ll come back to you later.

Clark: *pulls Bruce in by the collar and whispers* You can’t leave me alone here, I’m like a sheep surrounded by a pack of wolves. I’m literally a peasant here.

Bruce: Sometimes I wonder how you’re Superman. You’ll be fine. Go be social. And don’t talk like a journalist. *turns to leave*

Clark: Bruce, wait—

Bruce: *chats with random rich couple*

Clark: *under his breath* Jerk.

Clark: *goes off to get two glasses of champagne*

Clark: *stands awkwardly against a wall holding drinks in both hands*

Clark: *stares at Bruce across the room*

Bruce: *notices Clark and rolls his eyes*

Bruce: *under his breath* Clark. I know you can hear me. Stop standing there like a waiter.

Clark: *mouths* Come back.

Woman 1: *walks towards Clark and tries to take one of the glasses away* Thank you.

Clark: *confused* Uh ma’am, no, that’s mine.

Woman 1: Yours—? Oh gosh, I thought you were a server cause you were standing there. I’m so sorry!

Clark: *ignores Bruce laughing in the distance* No no, it’s fine. Um, actually, you can have it.

Woman 1: Oh? You’re not saving it for someone?

Clark: *pauses* No, take it.

Woman 1: Well thank you. *takes a sip* Who are you by the way?

Clark: Clark. Clark Kent.

Woman 1: Huh. Never heard of you. Which business are you in?

Clark: Oh no, I’m actually a journalist at the Daily Planet.

Woman 1: Ohhh! So you’re one of Wayne’s.

Clark: ….Mhm.

Woman 1: Is that why you were staring at him earlier? *laughs* Don’t be embarrassed. He makes everyone fall for him one way or another. Ugh, too bad he’s taken right now, I’d love to have a chance. Although, I don’t actually know who he’s with right now, do you?

Clark: Um.

Woman 1: I hear he’s dating some reporter. Oh, like you, haha, how ‘bout that?

Clark: Oh yeah I know him. He works at the Daily Planet too.

Woman 1: Wow really? What’s he like—*gasp* It’s you.

Clark: *laughs awkwardly* …hello.

Woman 1: *excited* Oh you must tell me everything—

Clark: …must I?

Woman 1: —my friends are here too, they’ll be thrilled! Oh come come! *drags Clark by the arm* We’re sitting at the little couches over there!

—an hour and a half later—

(Clark is now flirting with three *drunk* women. Clark is drunk…from the attention?)

Woman 1: That was quite the story. You’re so funny! *laughs loudly*

Woman 2: You’re handsome too, I don’t know if I should be jealous of you or Wayne.

Woman 3: Have you ever been with a girl?

Clark: Yeah, of course. Girls are a blast to be with.

Woman 3: Oh I can’t, the inappropriate things that are going through my head.

Clark: *laughs and smirks* Nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart.

Woman 1: And to think that I thought you were shy when I first met you! What else is up your sleeve, Mr Kent?

Clark: *winks and leans in* I don’t know, why don’t we find out?

Woman 1: *giggles and touches Clark arm* You are such a flirt! I wish I could just take you home with us!

Clark: *smug* With pretty ladies like you three, who can resist? Actually, I know a place where—Bruce!

Bruce: *takes a seat* Hello Clark. Been looking for you the entire night, thought you’d disappeared. But please, do finish that sentence. We’re dying to know where you plan to take these ladies tonight.

Clark: I, uh..

Woman 1: Mr Wayne, Clark was just giving us such wonderful company—

Bruce: *coldly* It was quite the pleasure catching up with your husband tonight. Though, I do believe he was trying to looking for you just now, as he wants to leave soon.

Woman 1: *flustered* Oh, yes of course. *gestures to her friends* Let’s go, girls. Bye Clark, it was nice meeting you. *nods at Bruce* Mr Wayne.

*the women leave*

Clark: Bruce—

Bruce: We should go, our ride’s outside. *raises eyebrow* Unless you have other places to be?

Clark: I—no. Of course not.

Bruce: *looks at Clark before turning away* Let’s go.

—back at the lake house, living room—

Alfred: Master Wayne. Mr Kent. I hope you enjoyed yourselves?

Bruce: *throws his jacket onto the sofa* Oh Clark certainly did. He made a few friends.

Alfred: Oh?

Clark: *at Bruce* Look, it was not like that.

Bruce: *pours himself a glass of whiskey* Then forgive me for misreading the moment where you were about take those women home.

*Alfred quietly retreats from the room*

Clark: I was clearly not serious. You told me to have fun!

Bruce: *lays down on the sofa* Tell me, were you planning on having Alfred drive you idiots back to my place to have your little late night party?

Clark: That’s not fair! You know I wouldn’t do something like that.

Bruce: I don’t know, Clark, you sounded pretty cocky to me back there.

Clark: *snaps* I guess I learned from the best.

Bruce: Oh, fuck off. I would never pull that kind of crap with you just for shits and giggles.

Clark: *snorts* Okay.

Bruce: *slams his glass down on the coffee table* You son of a—, don’t you fucking dare. I’m not the one who was all, ‘oh babe, you can’t leave alone with these people,’ and then started hitting up three women at once. Give me a fucking break, Kent.

Clark: Look, I’m sorry. I really am. I guess I got carried away because I really did feel out of place at the event.

Bruce: Boo hoo, Clark, cry me a river. You’re an adult, not a fucking kid. You work as a journalist, you talk to all kinds of strangers all the damn time.

Clark: I told you, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get carried away. Plus I was just, trying to show people you weren’t dating some naive little farm boy who—look, the point is, I know I messed up and it won’t happen again.

Bruce: Whatever, Kent.

Clark: *hurt*

Bruce: *silently swirling his glass*

Clark: Anyway…I guess I’ll..go sleep in the guest room. Good night, Bruce. *turns to leave*

Bruce: *exhales, expression softens* Clark, don’t—come back here. *places his glass on the table, lays back into the sofa* Come.

Clark: *lays down with his back to Bruce*

Bruce: *wraps arm around Clark and breathes him in*

Bruce: I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m sorry. *plays with Clark’s hair*

Clark: No, I deserved it.

Bruce: Not really, I overreacted and got jealous. I’ve done worse things. Like drinking too much tonight.

Clark: You think?

Bruce: Hey, don’t get short with me, I’m still a bit annoyed with you.

Clark: I’m sorry. Really.

Bruce: I know, I know. You can stop saying that. Apology accepted. Can’t stay too mad at you for long. I just don’t like sharing.

Clark: Isn’t that what Diana said? No inclination to share?

Bruce: There’s nothing wrong with having you all to myself.

Clark: No, definitely not. *turns to face Bruce* I don’t want you to share.

Bruce: Mhm, that’s music to my ears… *starting to feel sleepy*

Clark: It’s late, we should go to bed.

Bruce: *closes eyes* Let’s just lay here a little bit longer.

Clark: Okay. Just a bit.

Bruce: Mmmm thanks..I love you.

Clark: *kisses Bruce’s forehead* Love you too.

(They fall asleep on the sofa.)

Alfred: *walks back into the room, sighs* I am basically raising children for the rest of my life..