do i tell her that this idea is idiotic

Say You Love Me Too- Peter Parker x Female Reader

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Prompt: Could you do one where the reader is best friends with Peter and she’s in love with him but he doesn’t know and all he talks about is how much he loves Liz Allen and it makes her upset and then she confesses?

Word Count: 1234 :) 

A/N: Written by Daisy. I’ve included an alternative ending since the request didn’t specify how it was meant to end. Also, I tried out 3rd person, I’m digging it, let me know whether you like it or not! Happy reading! 

Friends. Every time the word left his mouth, it stung. Like a slap across her cheek. Every time he said her name, Liz, it felt like yet another one. She felt childish; loathed every time her jealousy crept up and consumed her. She shouldn’t be this way. But it could not be helped. She’d distanced herself from him, little by little, simply because it hurt too much to hear him fawn over her, or see the way his eyes lit up when she passed him by. He had chosen her. Liz.  
She opened her locker slowly, stashing her books away and pulling out the ones that would be needed next. The same routine every day. 

“Hey stranger,” she turned to face him, forcing a smile on her face.  

“Hey, Peter!”  

“I uh, we haven’t hung out in a while and I was hoping you’d come over tonight? Movie and dinner?”  

“Why aren’t you hanging out with Liz?” The words fell from her lips before she could stop them. She knew how she sounded. Petty. Jealous. Horrible.  

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Ain’t no prince waiting for me

Soulmate AU
Pairing: Barry Allen x reader

Summary: In spite of her tattoo, Y/N Y/L/N has given up this soulmate thing. She simply doesn’t believe it, she’s convinced that she’s doomed to never find her true love. But will an unfortunate event change that?

Warning: Eddie’s still alive!! He’s not going to die in my AU either;))

A/N: OK, so I have always wanted to do a soulmate-AU, I simply find the clichés adorable! In this one, the soulmate thing is the partner’s first words the first time they meet each other, but hey! If you liked this, and want m to make another soulmate-imagine, send me your idea! Enjoy:))

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“I’m telling you, Blaise, I just don’t believe in it!” Y/N was yet again arguing with her best friend about the idiotic soulmate thing. 
“How can you not believe in it? This is how life works, how God have made it easier for us to find one another!” It was almost pointless to continue. The two had two completely different ideologies. Blaise: the girl who believed in fate, in God, in the stupid tattoos. And then there was Y/N: the one that believed in science, in random happenings and that were convinced she would die alone.

“You will never understand, B, I will never have what you and Hunter have,” this provoked Blaise, how could her almost perfect, best friend think so little of herself?
“Of course you will, your wrist is proof of that, now stop the bullshit talk, Y/N,” her tone short and sharp. 
“But Blaise, I swear I’m cursed or something! My younger siblings have met their partners, my whole family has always found their soulmates at a young age. All of my friends have their partners, heck you and Hunter have a kid, Blaise!”

“You’re not cursed, Y/N,”
“Just look at this Blaise, it’s pure evil, my tattoo says ‘wow’! That can be anyone, it can be a creep, a jackass, it can be any guy on the planet!”
“You need to stop being so pessimistic, Y/N, it doesn’t suit you,” Blaise kept her mouth in a thin line.
“The complex is weird and unnatural,”
“You can’t just say that!”
“Watch me!” Y/N challenged, and shouted at the top of her lungs, which made Blaise just want to disappear. So she dragged her friend through the park.
“Don’t wake Amos, Y/N,” she excused, and their discussion stopped there, the next talking-topic being how Y/N was doing at work.


“It’s so cool,”
“It’s not that cool, Cisco,” Barry chuckled. His friend, teammate, and colleague had not stopped looking at his wrist in awe.
“But it is! I mean, come on! The damsel falling in love with her hero – it’s a classic!” Cisco referred to the words ‘Holy crap, it’s him!’
“You know, it can also just be a girl that doesn’t like me or something, or-“
“Nope, this right here, my man, is a line said in adoration,” Cisco patted Barry’s back, and they went back to their work. 


Y/N sat on the Haydens’ couch as her friend walked around her apartment.
“He gets to bed at-”
“Seven, you know Blaise, I have babysitted Seany before, I know the drill: Dinner’s at 5, so that’s out of the way, if he’s hungry I can give him some fruits, bedtime’s at seven, but it’s no crisis if it gets closer to eight, and there’s food for me in the fridge for me to take whenever I want. I’m not the teenager neighbor you had to book last minute, B,” It was Blaise and Hunter’s date night, and as usual Y/N was there to babysit ‘lil Sean.

“Of course, of course! I’m so sorry, just a bit nervous,” Y/N rolled her eyes at her friend, this was what happened each time, and Blaise would always start excusing herself for not 'trusting you enough’. This time, the difference was that Y/N managed to make that part take less time, and she pushed her almost hyperventilating best friend out the door to her husband.

“…And the Flash saves the day yet again,” Y/N closed her laptop and looked over to the other end of the couch, where the Flash’s biggest fan of the age of 3 laid with a clear view to her feet.
“Kiddo, that was the last article, sorry bud,”
“Have you checked Iris West?” What that still amazed Y/N about Sean, was that in spite of his lack of abilities when it came to naming the alphabet, and counting to fifteen like the other kids, he had this huge interest in The Flash – which made him speak of certain journalists as if he knew them.
“We just read Iris West, Seany, I’m sorry,“

“What does yours say, aunty Y/N?” Sean looked at her wrist, which Y/N huffed at. 'What is it with this world? Why are everyone so eager on those stupid tattoos?’ But she pulled herself together and forced a smile.
"You see, Sean, aunt Y/N isn’t as lucky as all the other ones, her tattoo doesn’t work,”
“It doesn’t?” The little boy looked up at her with big, worried eyes, which by some way made Y/N feel bad for him.
“No, but I’m sure yours work! Mommy’s and daddy’s worked, I’m just a bit less lucky,”

“Do you think the Flash has a tattoo?” Sean asks, which make Y/N laugh – if those words had come out of any other’s mouth, she would have rolled her eyes.
“I believe so, yes,”
“You are very pretty, aunty Y/N,” right there was one of the many reasons Y/N loved Sean. Sure, he wasn’t the best at keeping a conversation – that boy was more distracting than any kid Y/n had ever met. But in the end, Sean was this great, funny, bubbly guy that Y/N loved hanging out with.
“Thank you, that was a very nice thing to say, you’re very handsome as well," 
"What if Flash is your soulmate?” Y/N almost choked, but before she could say anything, Sean continued: “Or maybe Patrick, he’s very cool, he works with the big kids,” exhaling, Y/N was relieved her little random, darling duckling was back.


The all too familiar sound of metal meeting glass rang through the room, and so Barry tried his best at not sinking deep into his chair.
“I would like to make a toast…” It was his beautiful best friend, Iris, and her fiancé Eddie’s engagement party, and even though he couldn’t be more happy for the two, he couldn’t shake off the sad feeling in his heart. His parents, his friends – it even seemed like the little kids that were running around had found their partners for life. Barry couldn’t take one step anywhere, without being reminded that he hadn’t found his soulmate yet. 

“You know, I met my mate at the age of 13,” the drunk next to Barry stated.
“I heard the most regular age to meet is between 9 and 23,” Was it Eddie’s cousin that said that?
“How 'bout you, Terry? Found the love of your life yet?” 'How did I even end up here?’ Barry smiled at the old man.
“No, but I-”
“Gary! His name is Gary, grandpa!" 
"I’ll just go and find Iris,” Barry enlightened to the little party, and then left to do just so.

“Barry! Hey, I haven’t seen you at all tonight!” Iris had clearly gotten a few glasses, but when she saw right through the fake smile of Barry Allen, her tipsy state disappeared right away. 
“Uhm, babe, I’ll just go get more ice,” once Eddie had given his wife-to-be a kiss in acknowledgment, the two best friends found their way to the porch.

Iris had a feeling what had caused barry’s light frown but had let him talk out about it anyway. 
“Barry, you’re going to be fine. Look, I’m sure your girl’s just right around the corner, whomever up there would be a real ass if she’s not,” her last comment made Barry smile.
“Yeah, of course,” he nodded, regretting that he’d taken his best friend out of her own engagement party.


It wasn’t an everyday thing for Y/N Y/L/N to go to Tiffany’s to eat her breakfast. Thing is, she always had a wish to do so – let her inner Audrey Hepburn shine. So today, she could happily cross it off her bucket list. What she hadn’t thought of though, was Central City being a slightly criminal city, with many jewelry-loving evil metahumans. So in her little black dress, matching gloves, big dark sunglasses and pearl necklace, Y/N witnessed the first robbery in her life. It will be fine, Y/N. What’s the odds of anyone coming and ripping off your grandmother’s pearls in the middle of the streets? Oh God, what have I ever done to deserve this?’ Y/N thought of her earlier words to herself, almost shaking by the thought of the scene she frightened happening.

She waited for the alarm that never came and looked around herself. One babysitter strolling with a toddler, a man in a suit, and herself – that meant two witnesses if anything happened. When the nanny and the businessman soon disappeared, Y/N decided to try her breakfast at Tiffany’s another time. 'Time to use those ninja-skills you brag about to Sean,’
“Oh hello,” A not-too-friendly voice spoke up behind her. 'Oh merde,' 

Deciding to pretend she hadn’t heard him, Y/N sped up her pace, walking as fast as a girl in heels could. Suddenly she felt her necklace get pulled backward so hard she got troubles breathing, making her whole body follow.
“That’s some lovely piece of woman your jewelry got there,” that must have been the lamest, creepiest pick-up line Y/N had ever heard. With no one in sight, she tried her best to distract his attention away from robbing her. But instead of saying: “The pearls were my grandmothers”, whimpers escaped her lips.
“Flash,” the meta behind her seemed both tense and annoyed. If she could, Y/N would have breathed out in relief, but that being difficult, she tried her best just breathing normally.


Usually, when Barry went into Flash-mode, he didn’t notice the ones around him that weren’t in danger. His eyes were on the metas, and the metas only, so when he was done defeating the telekinesis, had sped him off to the old particle accelerator, his next task was at hand: Double check on the wounded. Though when he did came back, there weren’t many people at the crime-scene.
“Wow…” Barry said quietly, taking in the rich girl’s appearance. Her hair was sat up in a weird, kind of snobbish way, but that suited her in a way. And her lips! Her beautiful, pink lips, parted a bit because of the shock probably. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see the color of her, most likely, stunning eyes. The pearls were placed against her collarbones perfectly, and along with the black dress she looked very put together: Very higher-class: Very not the kind of people Barry hung out with – or were in his league.

At that same time, Y/N had just thawed from her frozen state: It was actually the Flash. He was in front of her. And before she could stop herself, the words spilled form her lips:
“Holy shit it’s him,” All she could think about was the face behind the mask. Would his smile match the warm, green and kind eyes? Would his personality do as well? Would he be a stuck up jerk, or the nicest guy possible? She wanted to see him, the real hero under the suit. Though just when she saw a blurred picture of him opening his mouth, Y/N lost control of her now numb body, and passed out.


“Now that’s one fine looking lady you got there, Bar,” Joe said, looking over to the other room at the rich girl. 
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” Cisco sucked on his lollypop while following Joe’s gaze. She’d been unconscious for about an hour, and Barry still hadn’t moved his attention from the sleeping beauty.
“Yeah…” He had answered, hoping for just that.

Y/N had found out, the hard way, that it was a terrible thing to pass out. Not only the uncomfortable feeling of not being able to see for seconds before she lost it, but also losing control of her legs. When she heard unfamiliar voices around her, Y/N decided it was for the best not to open her eyes completely just yet.
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” 'Oh dear God. I’m in my Holly-costume,“
"Yeah…” 'This honestly can’t get worse’Y/N kept thinking about the endless choices of near futures she had. Her rescuers could be kidnappers. The kidnappers could jury her in many ways, and considering her choice of outfit, robbery didn’t seem impossible. 'Oh please God almighty, please say they’re not rapists!’
"Hey, is it normal for unconscious people to have nightmares?” 'Crap, Blaise was right, I really need to work on my poker face! God dammit Y/N!’ Deciding her little act didn’t hold, Y/N opened her eyes, the first thing she saw being a wrist with black ink.

“Wow…” That was the second time that day. Barry just couldn’t stop himself, her eyes… They were the absolute perfect shade of Y/E/C. 
“Shit,” the stranger girl’s words were almost impossible to catch, but Barry did, and saw her eyes glued on his tattoo. His eyebrows furrowed, what was she doing? But once their eyes locked for what had to be the third time that day, he understood.
“It’s you,” he stated. His soulmate nodded.
“I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N,” She whispered, still looking deep into his eyes.
“Barry Allen,” at that he closed the gap. They kissed. Her on the bed, and him hovering over her. It didn’t take may minutes before Cisco made a big deal out of it.
“I told you, man!” He outed right after a wolf whistle. And the happy couple smiled. They had finally found each other. After all that time.

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A/N: The hard part of writing such clichés as a soulmate imagine, is that it’s almost impossible to write good! SO I hope the cuteness (hopefully there’s some cuteness in here…) made up for the bad writing and crappy ending:))

Hey, Bartender (Rogers/Barnes x reader)

Request:  So I have this idea (because in my opinion there just isn’t enough protective Steve and Bucky) where they go into a bar one night. Both Steve and Bucky immediately get bad vibes. They watch as this bartender is getting treated like crap by all these different guys. Like cat calling and unwanted touching. They notice how she doesn’t do anything about their behavior so they ask her about it. She tells them that she can’t otherwise her boss will fire her. This outrages Steve and Bucky. They hear this one group of guys talking about jumping her once she’s done closing. Steve and Bucky walk her home that night, and every night after until she finds a new job.

“I don’t know, Steve, this place looks a little shady,” Bucky grimaced, taking a quick look around the bar, having to squint in the darkness despite his enhanced abilities.  There was a heavy haze in the air, a combined stench of old smoke, cheap cologne, and spilled alcohol stinging at his throat with a biting dryness that had him ready to leave before even taking his seat.  A deep groan escaped his throat when Steve clearly ignored his input and dropped onto the bar stool, leaving Bucky no choice but to join him.  “This place is nasty,” he continued, grabbing a napkin to wipe the cushion before sitting, “I have no idea why you keep coming in here.”

“They have the only bartender in town who gets my drink right every time,” Steve smirked, watching you approach.  “Hi, (Y/N),” Steve greeted you enthusiastically, “how’s business tonight?”

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IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU [BARRY ALLEN]

request: “16 with barry for the drabble challenge? :)” - @barry-writes

16. “Wow. True love sucks.”

Masterlist + Request here! 

    You sighed as the ending credits rolled for the movie that you have been watching with your best friend, Barry Allen, for the past 3 hours. The film was Titanic, which was considered as one of the classics and also one of your favorites. No matter how many times you’ve watched it, it still brings tears in your eyes every single time.

    “Wow. True love sucks.” you concluded as you sat up straight and placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.

    Barry chuckled. “Not all the time.” he said otherwise.

    “Really? What makes you think it doesn’t?” you raised an eyebrow. “Though if you start gushing about Iris, then don’t bother.”

    “Hey, I don’t gush about Iris.” said Barry, chuckling. “And if I had to gush, it’d be about somebody else.”

     You wore a slightly surprised expression, not expecting him to actually take your teasing seriously and answer. Though if you were going to be blunt, what he said almost made you frown if it weren’t for his eyes that were focused on your face, knowing that if he saw one mere twitch or change on your features, he would question about it.

    “Patty Spivot then?” you guessed while you head to the kitchen to return the empty bowl, soon getting two cans of beer from the fridge for you and Barry.

    “No.” he chuckled again.

    “Linda Park?”

    Barry muttered a thanks when you handed the can to him, shaking his head regarding about your new guess.

    You dramatically gasped as you go back to your seat beside Barry. “Oh, no. Don’t tell me it’s Caitlin?”

    Barry almost choked on his beer. “No.” he was shaking his head rapidly. “For my best friend, you sure do suck at knowing things about me.”

     You laughed and opened your own can. “Well, I haven’t really been a best friend to you, haven’t I? I mean, that is the reason why I snatched you away from your superhero duties just to hang out. Probably the most selfish thing I’ve done.” you humored.

    “How’s your conscience holding up then?” Barry played along.

    “It’s holding up just fine.” you shrugged. “But I don’t want to talk about that — what I do want to talk about is who is the lucky girl?”

    “And just when I thought I finally changed the topic.” said Barry with a snort, placing his can on the table.

    You pursed your lips.

    You’d be caught lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for him. It was so cliché, how you were falling for your best friend while he didn’t know that you did. And now that you were aware he had feelings for someone else, it made you uneasy.
   
    “You’re still not answering though.” you sipped from your beer.

    Barry looked down at his hands. “Let’s just say she’s probably the most oblivious person in the world. Also, she makes me happy and I don’t think I’ll be who I am today without her.”

    “It is Iris West, you big liar.” you forced a laugh to escape your lips.

    “It’s not her, I swear.” he finally set his eyes on yours.

    “If it’s not her, then who?”

    He rolled his eyes. “Y/N, do you really not know or are you just messing with me?” Barry saw your confused expression. “Wait, really? You literally have no idea who I’m talking about?”

    With another snort, you answered. “If I did I wouldn’t be asking you, right?”

    “You’re unbelievable.” he laughed and reached for his can of beer to take a huge gulp.

    “So are you planning on telling me or not?” you impatiently asked.

    Barry grinned, “It’s you, idiot.” you noticed how he was beginning to turn red. “It’s always been you.”

    You widened your eyes, your own face heating up as well. “Me? Er — are you sure?”

    “Yes, I’m sure.” he carefully moved closer to you, watching your expression and hoping you wouldn’t flinch as he places a gentle hand on your cheek. “I-Is that okay?”

      “More than okay.”

      You couldn’t seem to hold yourself any longer as you abruptly leaned in and kissed him, catching him off guard. Barry wasted no time in pulling you to his lap however, even feverishly responding to the way your lips were moving passionately against his.

     "Why didn’t you tell me sooner?“ you pulled away and pressed your mouth on his ear, feeling him lightly shiver under you.

    "I was afraid.” he admitted. “But you know what they say, you only live once. So I was really planning on telling you tonight.”

    You grinned. “Finally.” you leaned away to properly look at him in the eyes. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

     Barry agreed, touching his forehead with yours. “Likewise, Y/N.”

     In that moment, the two of you just held each other as the night dawned deeper, perfectly contented with the way your bodies were close together, knowing that this was only the start of the many surprises that were yet to come with Barry Allen as officially something more than just a best friend of yours.

ink-stained arguments // reggie mantle soulmate au pt3

Ink-Stained Arguments (Part three to Ink-Stained Skin)

Ink-Stained || skin // apologies

words: 1.4k

Summary: Who said soulmates were an easy thing to figure out?

(A/N: sorry this took like 6524290 years, thx for waiting!)

He often wondered how it worked. Questioning why the words they wrote appeared on the other’s skin but the makeup she wore never appeared on his face, the lipstick didn’t paint his lips a shade of plum and his eyelids didn’t turn pink. Yet, he was able to feel the heat grow on her face when she got embarrassed. As he sat, watching her apply her makeup, he waited to feel the force of the beauty blender-as she had told him on multiple occasions-against his face but yet felt nothing. Despite being a self-claimed cocky person, he couldn’t help but doubt where he stood in (Y/N)’s life. Whether he was linked to her for platonic purposes or for romantic purposes.

Ever since he was a child, he would always use the eye colour international percentage as a percentage for the soulmate bonds. He knew his link with his soulmate was rare with less than two percent, much like those with green eyes, of the world having the bond, making it rarer to come across your soulmate. Riverdale, on the other hand, had roughly twelve set of emotionally and physically bonded soulmates. Thirteen if he counted himself and (Y/N).

He found it odd. (Y/N) was the one who was so hesitant about the idea of the two of them, but somehow the tables had turned. He found himself doubting whether she truly wanted to be with him. He found himself doubting nearly everything.

“So how’s Mantle?” Kevin nudged her, as (Y/N) sat gazing straight ahead, eyes focused on her dog, content as he rolled around on the freshly mowed grass

When (Y/N) didn’t answer, Kevin took it upon himself to assume something was not right. “He’s fine, thanks for asking about me.” a voice broke from behind them. “Are you ready to go (L/N)?”

“I, uh, look, Reg, something came up, Archie needs me for s-something.” she stuttered, pushing herself up before shouting for her dog to follow her.

“Did I do something? She told me to meet her here.”

“Don’t take it personally, she’s barely uttered a word to me since yesterday. Archie might know something.”

She let he head rest on Archie’s lap as he ran his fingers through her hair, a smile painted on his face as she frowned at the thoughts that ran through her mind. “I told him I wanted to take it slow but he’s starting to act, I don’t know, hesitant?”

“Unlike you, I can’t feel what my soulmate feels and we can’t communicate in the cool way you can, so I’m really no help, but maybe ask him about it.”

She snapped up from her previous position and squinted at her best friend, challenging him to continue with what he was saying. Almost as it was instinct, his hands shot up, surrendering instantly. “Stupid idea, I know.” he grinned “Maybe, he’s acting like that because you’re treating him like he’s me.”

“I-I just want to take it slow, he may taunt Juggy and act like a dick but ” she let out a frustrated groan before lying back down, once again, using Archie as a pillow “I don’t know, Arch. I give up. This is why I didn’t want him to know until after graduation.”

“Don’t get mouthy because you’re a klutz.” Archie scoffed “I love you but you’re so stubborn. Anyways, Reg has written to you, stop panicking.”

She frowned looking at the words on her arm:

‘Need to talk, outside ur house-Reg x’

She frowned, pushing herself up and pulling Archie up with her “You are taking me home to speak to him and then we are going out for pizza after.”

He couldn’t help but feel nervous all of sudden, like his chest had tightened but for some reason he couldn’t find a reason for the feeling. It felt random as if it was second hand; he hadn’t figured it out yet. That the dread he felt on the inside was her emotions coming through to him.

She felt her heartbeat quicken the moment he came into her line of sight. He pushed himself up and gave her a grin, despite her being metres away from him. “I was starting to think you were just going to leave me out here.”

“Never.”

The words rang through his head, much like the school bells signalling the end of a period. A word that once used to impact him negatively, now full of positive connotations, the day she wrote finally wrote back to him after years of him attempting reflected through her words.

“I came here prepared with all the things I wanted to say. I wanted to say, that it didn’t feel right and that maybe you were correct when you said that we were just platonic soulmates but fuck that because every time I see you, my heart does this thing were it just skips a beat and I don’t know, this is unbelievably cheesy and I’m Reggie Mantle, I’m not known for cheesy. You, (Y/N), you leave me speechless without even trying. I guess what I’m trying to say is that give us a chance.”

(Y/N) sighed before looking up to meet Reggie’s eyes. “I want to so badly but when you feel like that. Your hesitation is stronger than your so called liking for me, I can feel it even when we’re miles apart. We should take it slow, Reginald, because whether we like it or not, we’re bound for life. You’re my other half.”

“So, why are you pushing me away?” His hands ran through his hair, tugging on his roots slightly to show her his frustration. “I can feel this pull towards you but you seem to repel me like I disgust you.”

“I’m not trying to argue with you, Reginald.” she sighed “I don’t repel you because I want to, you’re the one pushing yourself away. I can feel it, Reg. I’ll speak to you later.”

He opened his mouth to argue, he wanted to tell her to stay and explain what she meant but instead he found no words nor sound came out and instead he stayed silent.

Her gaze stayed forward, focusing on her finishing line, Archie stood by the car door, ready to engulf her into a hug. His face dropping as he saw the anger emit from his best friend. The anger he saw was none like he had ever seen before-a mixture of volatile and overwhelmed anger-that he himself could not pinpoint it.

“She walked away, Moose, what else was I supposed to do?” he sighed, following it with a groan that only made his friends roll their eyes.

“Tell her to stop acting like a toddler.” Chuck grinned “Or even better, if she won’t, tell her to take it to the bedroom.”

Moose and Reggie looked at each other, smirking as the pair simultaneously smacked Chuck around the back of the head “Don’t be such a kinky shit.”

“Dude, shut the fuck up, my girl, who, by the way, has only just gotten comfortable with me, is pushing me away.”

“Alls I can say is write to her man. If she doesn’t want to speak to you, write on yourself. What’s the worse she can do?” Moose broke the silence, causing a groan from his thick-headed friend.

“She could easily wash the ink off. Anyways, I don’t want to start an ink-stained argument.

“I mean it would be entertaining to watch, let’s do it!” Chuck exclaimed “I’m telling you that if you tell her she’s acting like a child, it’ll start all sorts of arguments and even spice up the bedroom activity.”

Moose, once again, slapped the back of his friend’s head, calling him idiotic for the idea and inputting that if he was Chuck’s soulmate, he would move to a remote island and cut all ties with him. “He literally only found out they were soulmates a month ago. Cut the bedroom talk, Clayton, we’re all not as sex crazed as you.”

Reggie sat, zoned out, not really listening to the words his closest friends spoke but instead focusing on his thoughts and finding a way to sort out whatever was going on between him and (Y/N).

Both, Archie and Veronica, sat with their mouths open, gawking at their friend in front of them; Betty and Kevin shook and groaned in disapproval of her words. Already knowing that it was a stupid idea. “No way, you can’t do that, you’ll only push him away further.”

“Listen up Andrews. He’s my soulmate, no matter what I do or what he does, if we’re pushed away, we will always find a pull to each other.”


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anonymous asked:

Can I request Saeran wanting to impress MC and asking his brother some dancing lessons? Love ya! <3

Countdown to the Cake: 8


Waltzing 101

Saeran x MC


“No!”

“Yes!”

“No! Forget it! I won’t do it!”

“But, Saeran, that’s the only way I can teach you!”

“No fucking way! I won’t let you put that sweaty gross hand of yours on me!”

“How do you know it’s sweaty?” Saeyoung wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, making Saeran groan in annoyance.

How did he get here? Well, he asked for this. He literally went to his brother yesterday and said: “Need your help.”. Saeyoung’s eyes gleamed and his mouth opened in this huge smile.

“I knew this day was coming. What can your big brother do for you?”

“My brother who is not big since we don’t know which one was born first needs to… teach me how… to dance.” He looks away and says the end of the sentence almost in a whisper.

Another huge smile. And that’s how he got here. But why did Saeran want to learn how to dance, in the first place?

Ah yeah…  you. You and Zen dancing at last RFA party, those pics made it to the news, reminding him that as long as he was that weirdo nerve-wrecking thing, he wouldn’t be able to make you smile like Zen did while he held you and guided you like you two were floating or whatever. He needed to learn how to do that, he needed to learn how to dance.

He could never ask Zen, though. He wasn’t that comfortable around him. The only people who didn’t make him feel intimidated were you, Yoosung and… well, it was hard to admit, his brother. Yoosung probably didn’t know how to dance, you were the reason of all of this, so… his brother was his last hope, unfortunately.

But he forgot how… impossible his brother he was. That idiot! Trying to put his hand on Saeran’s hip and… conduct him! Gross, dude!

“Okay, it will be a little tougher. But why don’t I teach how to conduct, then? You can be yourself and I’ll be MC, how about it?” Saeran tilted his chin up, analyzing his twin’s idea. “I do a great impersonation of her, look: ‘Hiiii, guys! I’ve already eaten, what about you?~’”

“That’s… awful! Don’t do weird things like that, dude!”

“Saeran Choi, don’t tell me what to do like this, I already told you I don’t like it!” he puts his hands and sways his hips, flipping his imaginary long hair.

“Okay, this is more like her. Go on.”

“Great! So let’s start from the top! Here, grab my sweaty hand.” Saeran rolls his eyes and grabs Saeyoung’s hand angrily. “And the other one goes in my hip. Don’t try any naughty moves, huh?” why does his brother keeps begging to be punched like this? He looks away as his hand reaches Saeyoung’s hips.

“Good. Now remember you have to watch your feet, but keep eye contact with your partner, okay? So where do you wanna go? Right? Left?”

“Left.” So they go left.

“Good, try not to push her, though. It’s more like… showing the way. Again.” Now they go right. “Good, now for your steps, remember: you move your leg on 1, switch to the other leg on 2, and place both feet side to side on 3.”

“How am I supposed to remember all that while I’m looking at her face?”

“And smile, don’t forget to smile too.”

“Ugh, this is impossible!” he gets away from his brother, muttering.

“Well, you didn’t even try, to be honest… do you think Zen would give up that easy trying to impress his lady?”

“Why did you have to mention the pretty actor now?”

“Come on, bro! I know you! You were jealous of him at the party, weren’t you? Don’t worry about that, that dance was just something Jumin suggested for them to be photographed and RFA to get some good publicity. MC and Zen weren’t…”

“Don’t say it! I don’t want to think about it! I just…” he sighs “why is she with me when she can have that?”

“A guy who dances?”

“Of course not, dumbass! A guy… who makes her smile like that? A guy who would make her feel like a… princess or whatever. I don’t know how to be that guy, I… can’t be that guy.”

“But do you want to?”

“Make her feel special? Of course! I… all I want is be the guy she deserves.” He looks away, your face in his mind… then he realizes how much he’s opening up to… huh, his brother. “But don’t you dare saying anything to her, you heard me?”

“Don’t think I have to. Right, MC?” Saeyoung calls you. Saeran’s eyes widen as he spots you timidly walking to their living room.

“H- How the hell did you get in here?” Saeran asks, sounding much more annoyed than he would like to you.

“I bought an Arabic dictionary.” You say stoically.

“How… how long have you been standing there?”

“Just enough to hear some things that really concern me.”

“Uhh, gotta go! Just remembered I have to… shave my legs. Bye!” Saeyoung scoots out of the living room.

“What… what are your concerns?”

“That you got jealous of Zen even though I asked you more than once if you were okay with me dancing with him, which you said yes. Why did you lie?”

“I… thought I was okay, then I wasn’t anymore.” He crosses his arms and looks away like a little kid. “And… I’m really trying not to be the prick who keeps telling you what you can and cannot do, since you don’t like it.”

“Okay, fair. Then it concerns me you would think so low of yourself, you’re so great to me. You… make me comfortable, you make me feel like a princess, like I’m special. I told you that before, don’t you believe me?” okay, now you’re sounding hurt… which upsets him.

“Of course I do, it’s just… I know I can be hard to handle most of the times, MC. And I want to do justice to you. I really want to, but fuck! I’ll never be like Zen or… or my brother, I…” you grab his hands and make him look at you.

“And do you think I fucking care? I want you to be like you, the guy that I fell for.” He blushes, tightening the grip of his hands on yours. “I love you, Saeran.”

“Shit! I… I love you… I love you too.” He goes for a kiss, that gets deeper as he brings you closer wrapping his arms around your waist. It’s like he could melt when you dig your fingers in his hair.

He was such a bad kisser when you started dating, his teeth would clash to yours and his hands were so stiff. It was you and your infinite patience who showed him how to kiss better. He breaks off the kiss for both of you to recover your breath, but your bodies keep pressed against each other, so do your foreheads. Your eyes locked to his as you’re trying to go into his mind and read all his thoughts.

“What do we do now?” he asks, feeling embarrassed by this closeness.

“Now we waltz.” You say guiding his hand to your back while you hold his shoulder.

“I don’t know how to do this…” he mutters, trying to watch his feet without breaking eye contact, as his brother taught him.

“Me neither.” You wink playfully, making him laugh. And that laugh is everything you could possibly need to feel special.


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I thought he was proud.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Jensen,
Word count : 1,727
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Part 4 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’



You had been on set for a few hours now, and no one had even heard from Jared. You were keeping River distracted, which wasn’t hard. He was a huge fan of the show, so everything interested him. He had even followed a Boom guy around for about 20 minutes asking a million questions. He wanted to know every aspect of filming the show. Finally, Misha had offered to show him the set of the bunker, so that’s where you stood now.

“Hey.” Jensen came over. He had been on set much earlier than you filming, so you hadn’t seen him yet, until then.

“Hey.” You smiled.

“Still no word?”

You shrugged. “I guess not.”

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Till You Come Back Home

I’m supposed to be taking a break from the Internet for my mental health, but I wrote this and it’s been burning inside me and I just need to put it out there. It’s set after last week’s Livewire episode, right after Mon El walks out of Kara’s apartment. Hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading. I’ll be back soon. Here on A03.

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The silence rang loudly in Kara’s ears, stinging like a thousand decibels as she sat still, staring blankly at the door.

All she could do was breath, remind her eyes to blink when required, and refuse to fall apart. He didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve it, but she also didn’t know why it hurt this much.

Hurt. Was that even the right word? This wasn’t the first time she’d been left alone with this kind of mess, the aftermath of someone else’s desires and regrets poured out on the table in front of her like she was supposed to know what to do with them, how to arrange the pieces and hand it all back. With Winn, at least she was able to voice something, anything, even if it had crushed him temporarily. With James, it was harder. It took longer to figure out why she didn’t feel the same way, but the rejection part was easier, or so she thought. Now, it turned out she’d lost them both, her two closest friends lying, choosing to walk away, to put themselves in danger, not caring about anything but their own egos and the selfish need to prove themselves at the highest cost. She couldn’t watch it unfold if they weren’t willing to listen, to at least learn alongside her instead of charging out on their own. Then again, she hadn’t even given them that option.

Kara buried her face in her hands, rubbing her eyes, clutching her cheekbones as she rested her elbows on the table, resisting the urge to scream. Everything was changing so fast, even the good change felt like whiplash. She was so happy for Alex. She already loved Maggie like another sister, but it was still change. There was less time together as a family, more time left in solitude. And there, in that lonely space, was Mon El.

Every moment they spent together sent up a million red flags, and yet, it felt familiar, comforting in a way she couldn’t explain without sounding weak or needy or damaged. There was nothing about him that made her feel good or supported or better than she was before he came into her life, but there he was. He was there when other people weren’t, when everyone else had their own lives and callings and demons to conquer. He wanted to help her, even if he didn’t know how, and more importantly, he wanted her. And the truth was, she wanted to be wanted. Just not by him.

That’s why this sick, sinking feeling came when he told her. That’s why she felt the impulse to run, even if she had coaxed it out of him, demanded he tell her the real reason he wanted to be partners. Because the truth, while flattering and warming and reassuring on some level, was still not enough, but he hadn’t even given her the chance to make that decision, to come to her own conclusions. Instead, he chose to spill his guts, tell her to forget it all, pretend it never happened, leaving her once again, more alone than she’d ever felt.

She sighed deeply, pushing away from the table, slowly making her way towards the bedroom, shrugging off her jacket as she flopped onto the bed. She knew she should sleep. That always made her feel better, even if she woke up still not having the answers to fix everything that was broken. But instead, she found herself scanning her phone, sifting through text messages, facing the urge to make one more call, one more attempt at the connection she craved before calling it a night.

The phone rang, and rang some more. Panic began to sink in again, until finally, she heard the line pick up.

“Yes, I’m still alive,” Cat teased. “No thanks to Supergirl.”

“I know you would have done the same thing,” Kara argued, undoing her ponytail, letting her hair fan out across the bed. “And Supergirl wouldn’t have let her go if she didn’t know with absolute certainty you’d be safe.”

“How can she be so sure of that?”

“Oh, she has her ways,” Kara insisted.

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A WOLF?! - Scott McCall Imagine

@patrickshowtimekane : Teen wolf and Supernatural cross over when your brothers (Sam and Dean) find out about your hidden relationship with Scott and he finds out your another hunter? 

A/N: personally I’m a Stiles girl but this was soo cute  enjoy x

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


Y/n’s POV

“Babe why haven’t you shared much about your family?” Scott asked as he rubbed his fingers up and down my arms “Baby we just made love and the first thought that comes to mind is my family?” I giggled “well I mean we’ve been together what 2 years and not one detail other than you have older two brothers” he sighed letting his hand drop “you know everything about me my family,my friends,the whole wolf thing and yet I know close to nothing ‘bout you” he spoke avoiding my gaze “aw Baby” I pecked his lips “it’s just complicated” I sighed “okay” he frowned “come on sourpuss don’t be like that” I told him.


Dean’s POV

“what’d you mean you found her” I questioned Sam “I mean I found her I found Y/n” he informed “okay so after 2 plus years now you’ve got a trail” I spoke sarcastically “basically yeah come on Dean she’s great at hiding her track you’re lucky I even got this close” Sam explained “okay then where is she?” I asked “Beacon Hills,California” Sam coughed out “what? Beacon freaking Hills that place is filled with werewolves and other supernatural creature what on earth is she doing there?” I spoke frantically.

“I don’t know but then again you never know with Y/n” he chuckled “that’s right so we’re off to California” I stated the obvious Sam only nodding his head as we went.


Y/n’s POV

“Babe you okay?” Scott asked pulling me out of my thoughts “course Sweetie why wouldn’t I be?” I giggled “because you didn’t laugh at my sarcastic joke” Stiles pouted as Lydia rubbed his back “aw Stiles i’m sorry” I apologized “it’s ok” he fake cried causing Malia to sack him “suck it up” she commanded.

“Babe what’s wrong?” Scott asked again “nothing just I cant shake this feeling that something’s gonna happen” I informed him “it’s probably nothing” he assured “no Scotty you know how I am about my feelings” I replied “you’re right I’m sorry” he smiled warmly.

I hugged him and kissed his lips “oh get a room” my whole body froze as my eyes stayed open I pulled away from Scott and look for the voice I haven’t heard in a couple years “Dean?” I squinted “Sam?” my eyes widened in realization I ran toward them hugging them both individually “hey squirt” Dean teased ruffling my hair “what’re you guys doing here?” I asked curiously “we could ask you the same thing” Sam recounted “well i’m on a mission” I crossed my arms “oh really?” Dean’s face was smug “yea it’s called living a normal life” I answered.

Scott made his way toward me with the pack following close behind “who are they?” Scott asked wrapping his arm around me instinctively “my brothers Sam and Dean” I answered Scott removed his arm and blushed “oh uh hello” he smiled nervously handing his hand out for them to shake “I’m Scott McCall, Y/n’s boyfriend so glad to finally meet you” he spoke “huh boyfriend” Dean narrowed his eyes causing Scott to gulp “yes boyfriend and these are our friends Malia,Lydia and Stiles” I introduced Sam smiled at each of them “Hi I’m Sam that’s Dean just in case y’all were confused” he chuckled.

“wait Y/n you’re from Texas?” Stiles asked clearly amazed “actually we’re from Kansas” I smiled “cool” he smiled the bell rang signalling class had begun “we’ll we should get going” I informed my brothers “whoa we just got here and you don’t even want to go and talk?” Dean questioned quirking a brow “um okay” I agreed “Tell Ms.Clementte I’ll be in tomorrow” I told Scott kissing him quickly “do you want me to come with?” he asked “no it’s fine family business thank you though” I smiled appreciatively “bye guys” I waved to the others heading toward Baby with Sam and Dean.


“Y/n what were you thinking? leaving us with just a bloody note?” Dean was furious “Dean i’m sorry I-” he cut me off “not if and buts or sorries i don’t know what got into you” he frowned “Sammy you aren’t mad at me are you?” I asked timidly “no but I am a little confused” he explained “I’m sorry about that its just i needed a break. I mean out of all people ya’ll should understand that. I was tired of fighting,tired of running around and tired of hunting” I admitted leaving Dean stunned and Sam with soft eyes.

“Y/n we understand how hard it is to be 18 and in the business but-” Sam was cut off “but it’s what Winchester’s do” Dean added “I know I’m sorry. I’ll come back but at least let me graduate. It’s in a week actually” I explained “okay” Dean sighed “thank you” I beamed “now onto this McCall kid how much do you know about him?” he asked while taking a sip of his coffee “pretty much everything” I chuckled “anything you’d like to share?” Sam asked I shook my head no. I wasnt about to tell my two hunter brothers that my boyfriend was an Alpha werewolf now was I?.


Sam’s POV

We laid in the motel room Dean was sound asleep yet I couldn’t. I decided to go for a walk maybe calm my mind nothing’s been great since well everything.

The forest was beautiful in the moonlight I couldn’t gel but wonder what Y/n was doing right now then I heard howls wolves in California? I quickly took out my gun ready to shoot.

There were three but they weren’t wolves they were werewolves! 2 males and one female I hid behind the closest bush they changed back into their normal human form and I recognized the Alpha to be none other than Y/n’s boyfriend.

“Scott you sure you saw them come through here” the female spoke “course I’m sure Lydia heard them how could a banshee lie?” Scott answered “true but maybe we should check tomorrow if I’m not home by 9 my mom’s gonna have my head” the younger male said “okay Liam we get it you’re a baby” the girl laughed teasingly pushing him over.

With that they headed off I couldn’t believe my eyes or ears my baby sister,my only sister was with a whole group of supernatural creatures I had to tell Dean.

When I got to the motel and all the lights were off only noise was Dean’s deep snores maybe I’ll tell him tomorrow I thought closing the door and removing my shoes.


Dean’s POV

“A WOLF?!” I exclaimed “yes but let’s be rational maybe she had-has a liable explanation for it” Sam explained “what explanation could you have for dating an alpha werewolf and befriending banshees and other werewolves?” I asked getting up from my spot “Dean let’s think about this maybe she was doing it for a mission or maybe she loves him” Sam spoke trying to reason “no Sammy we’re going to them and confronting them” I told him “okay but don’t go crazy” Sam calmly said getting into the passenger’s side of Baby “okay whatever” I agreed.

Originally posted by thejabberwock


Y/N’s POV

There was a frantic knock at the door “I’ll get it” I called to Scott opening it only to reveal my brothers. Dean took in my appearance Scott’s oversized tshirt no pants “um I should get pants” I laughed “ya think?” Dean answered I quickly scurrying for shorts.

I came back dressed “so what-” Dean cut me off “you’re dating a werewolf!” he exclaimed my eyes widened I tried recomposing myself “what’re you talking about?” I laughed “cut the bullshit Y/n” Dean was furious the Scott stepped in thankfully dressed “speak of the devil” Dean coughed giving Sam a look “have a seat Scott” Sam spoke gently.

He did as told sitting beside me taking my hand in his “what’s going on?” Scott asked looking between us “did you know we’re hunters?” Dean asked giving him sass face. Scott looked to me panicked then let go of my hand “this is why you didn’t tell me anything, oh my god” he got up and held his hands to his face “baby” I coughed clearing my throat getting up to “Scott I didn’t want to jeopardize anything I’m sorry” I spoke hugging his back “Y/n all this time I explained to you everything in detail even Allison and her family but you said nothing” he was clearly upset with every right to be.

“Allison as in Argent?” Sam asked I looked at him “not the time Sammy”. “Scott just look at me I’ll tell you everything please” I pleaded Scott removed himself from me and looked down at me “okay explain” he crossed his arms I took a deep breath “okay my name is Y/n Winchester, I come from a family of hunters on my mother’s side. She died when I was 5 months because she made a deal with a demon over my father and in return caused Sammy to have demon blood given to him which cause him to become somewhat psychic. My father John became so obsessed over my mother’s death he turned us into hunters I’ve never been in a city for more than a few weeks till Beacon Hills. Now dad’s gone, Sam,Dean and I have been to hell and back literally and you’re my first ever boyfriend honestly” I puffed taking in a breath

Scott’s eyes were wide “wow I’m such an idiot I-I had no idea” he spoke holding me in his arms “that’s okay It’s my fault for not telling you sooner” I admitted “now listen wolfie what we do as hunters is kill your kind but seeing as your with our sister-” Sam interrupted Dean “we’ll let it pass you make her happy” Sam smiled at us. I smiled back at him pulling away from Scott to hug them. Dean got up “the moment and I mean the moment you break her heart I rip your heart out got it?” he informed Scott causing him to swallow “got it” he nodded.

“I guess I should probably tell you I’m leaving Beacon Hills after grad gotta get back to hunting” I told Scott timidly “great I’ll come with” he smiled “oh no you wont” Dean answered “and why not?” I asked “well because he doesnt know how” Dean explained “um I am a werewolf I think it’s in my nature to hunt” he chuckled “now dont get smart with me boy” Dean told him sternly “he’s joking yes you can come” Sam smiled warmly “yay thanks Sammy” I beamed hugging Sam “Sam?” Dean wined “hush” Sam said as he held me closer.


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Michael Latta #3 - Just Friends?

Originally posted by pattytkane

He wouldn’t call you a friend with benefits or a bootycall. What started off as a friendship had developed into late night calls, occasional kisses, and a lot of cuddling. Therefore, no. Y/N wasn’t a bootycall.

Because he would never fall head over heels for a bootycall.

Yet, that is exactly what happened.

Tom and Andre were still laughing over the line as he buried his heads in his hands, groaning. Michael shouldn’t have said anything to the two idiots.

“Man, the minute I met Y/N, I knew you liked her,” Tom gasped out as he leaned against Andre who was still laughing.

“You met her like…four years ago,” Michael argued.

“Dude, exactly.”

The two hyenas were set off again and all Michael could do was hold up his middle fingers in response. His friends were the worst.

“What do I do? She moved to LA for me. She moved to Chicago for me. Yet, she still thinks we’re just friends but, I’d really fucking like to date her!”

“Tell her exactly that,” the two idiots sobered up.

“She obviously likes you too, Latts,” Andre nodded.

“What?!”

“Oh yeah. Totally,” Tom nodded, “She looks at you like you’re the greatest thing alive. When you went out on dates back in DC, she would get all quiet and just watch cheesy romcoms.”

“What.” This time it was more of a statement than a question.

“Friends don’t just go to every single one of your hockey games or move across the country for you, idiot.”

“How have I never noticed?”

“You were kind of too busy focusing on yourself.”

“Andre?” Mike tried to gain support.

“No, he’s right you’re a massive idiot.”

“Thanks. So, what do I do?”

Thing One and Thing Two exchanged massive grins before looking back at the screen, “We have some ideas.”

Y/N didn’t know what she was getting herself into. She had gotten a text from Mike telling her to dress nice and come over to his house by seven. He had probably forgotten some gala and needed a date. The minute Y/N had met Michael Latta in Washington D.C., she knew her life was ruined. Just one glance into those puppy dog eyes and she was ready for heartbreak. Maybe she was foolish and maybe she was dumb because Michael Latta would never fall for her.

She threw on one of her gala dresses and slapped on some makeup. She opened her jewelry box. Her fingers slipped around the cool metal chain of her favorite necklace. It was the one he gave her for their friendaversary two years ago. A hockey stick and a pencil interlocked into an infinity sign. She clipped it around her neck and sighed, throwing her hair back into a sleek ponytail.

Y/N’s apartment was only a few minutes from his because “what if I want cuddles?” and “what if you have a bad day and need me there?” and various other reasons Michael came up with.

The second she knocked on the door, she knew something was up. All the lights were out in the house and it was quiet.

Too quiet.

The door quickly opened and there stood her idiotic best friend in all his delicious glory. She shook the thought out of her head and instead focused on his outfit. He was wearing slacks, a button down, and tie but it wasn’t as formal as he would wear to a gala.

“What’s going on?” Y/N frowned as he ushered her in.

“Less asking, more moving,” he ordered, leading her to the dining room.

“Mike, wha- oh.”

The dining room had fairy lights strung around the room and candles on the table. Of course there were two boxes of pizza in the center.

“Did I forget friendaversary?” she said, voice quiet.

“That’s the thing. I don’t….I don’t want to be just friends anymore.”

Her head snapped towards him and saw that he was bright red and shuffling awkwardly.

“I’ve loved you for a long time, Y/N. I just think I was too blind to see it. I would like you to be my girlfriend. Not just a friend.”

She grinned brightly and pulled him down for a bruising kiss. His hands grabbed onto her waist and she tangled her fingers in his short dark locks.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that forever,” Y/N laughed breathlessly once they pulled away, “I love you too.”

anonymous asked:

prompt idea, if you wanna: Bill running into Clara and Ashildr while on an alien planet and separated from the Doctor (you decide if they know who she is or not, though I reckon they would), and it's a nice show of gay appreciation for each other all round

@evilqueenofgallifrey, your attempt at gay subterfuge is terrible.


Bill isn’t entirely sure who the two women are, or why she’s following them through an alien bazaar on a planet whose name she can’t pronounce. Well. She knows the answer to the second question: they’re both cute, countered only slightly by the fact that they also look shifty as hell. The first largely negates the second, to the point where it’s not until she’s wandered off after them that she realises she’s lost the Doctor, and she’s alone with them in a back street. Normally being alone with two beautiful women in a deserted place would be a cause for celebration, but these two look like women who Do Not Want To Be Followed, and Bill feels a tiny stab of panic. Only tiny, though, because the two women are laughing, and one is tossing her hair, and frankly it’s unfairly distracting.

She takes out her phone and tries to look subtle as she keeps following them. She’s not quite sure why she does that. Thirst, possibly. That, or stupidity. She’s trying to aim for nonchalant, and she thinks she’s succeeding, until they stop walking unexpectedly, and she crashes into the back of the more petite one.

“Hello,” the woman says kindly, and Bill’s heart stops, because women this attractive do not usually talk to chip girls. “You’re Bill, aren’t you?”

“Urm,” Bill says, blinking stupidly. “Yeah.” 

“I’m-”

“This is a bad idea,” the more sullen one pipes up, scowling almightily. “You shouldn’t tell her, you know who she is.”

Somewhere in the back of Bill’s mind, she wonders how and why they know this. All concern is out of the window though, because the one with enormous brown eyes is still smiling at her.

“Yes, and I trust her. And I want her to trust us.”

Spy for us, you mean.” 

“Urm,” Bill says again, trying to appear intelligent. “Spy on who? The Doctor?”

“My friend has this wonderful idea that you could text her from time to time and tell her how he’s doing,” the moody one says snidely. “My friend, however, is an idiot.”

“Why would I do that?” Bill asks, before any arguments can erupt. Not that she’d mind watching one. “He’s not that interesting.”

“He is to me,” the kind one says. “Very much so.”

“In a love interest way, or a murder target way?”

Please say the latter, she prays selfishly. Please.

“Well,” the woman looks awkward. “It’s complicated.”

“Oh,” Bill’s face falls. “You like him?”

“Yes,” she shrugs, like it’s no big deal. “But it’s been two hundred years, and if I’m being honest, I’m not averse to you, not at all. You’re actually pretty cute.”

Bill grins. “What’s your name? I mean, if I’m gonna spy, then I’ll need to save your number.”

“Clara,” the woman says, and her friend thumps her in the arm. “Ow.”

The complaint sounds oddly fake, and the smirk that passes between the two women is bizarre, but Bill isn’t concentrating much on that, because this woman - Clara - is going to give her her number. Jesus Christ.

“And I’m Ashildr,” the sullen one says. “Thanks for asking.”

“Sullen isn’t my type,” Bill quips before she can stop herself. “Sorry.”

“And your type is?” Clara asks, and the smirk on her face has changed. 

“Petite women with cute brown eyes.”

Oh god. She’s flirting. She’s not good at it, but never mind.

Clara only smiles in response and reaches for Bill’s phone, inputting a phone number and then handing it back. “There,” she says, with a subtle wink. “For spying… or… other things. Gotta run, I’m afraid. Don’t mention seeing me to the Doctor, yeah? He gets… well, just don’t. Or I won’t be answering your calls.”

Bill nods, then grins giddily as the two women leave.

Seems like her luck with women might be changing.

anonymous asked:

Something with drunk Sasuke please. ♡♡♡

♥♥♥

She could hear the snickers and the oblivious, idiotic ideas that the two of them had been plotting from the other side of the door.

With a roll of her tired, jade eyes, Sakura looked back down to her book and continued to flip the page. 

It was eleven at night now, and while Naruto declared that both him and Sasuke would be taking a ‘Guy’s Night Out,’ Sakura simply shrugged her shoulders with a slight “whatever.”

“Do it, teme-” 

It was Naruto, his words slurring slightly before he giggled, “it’ll be funnier than shit, I tell ya!”

Sakura’s ears tuned into their conversation, curious to know just what would be funnier than shit. Finally, their front door flew open and Sasuke stumbled in. His jet black hair brushing the tips of his shoulders while his eyes tried their damned hardest to focus on Sakura.

The slight smirk on his face and glimmer in his eyes were directed towards Sakura as he reached back with his foot and kicked the door closed.

“Tch, Sakura,” he greeted. 

Sakura inhaled before pushing up from the sofa and setting her book down.

“How was your night, darling?”

Sasuke didn’t answer, only looked at her with those beautifully mismatched eyes, danger igniting from behind them.

“It’s about to get better.”

Sakura’s head whipped around, her face set in shock, her lips slightly parted. Sasuke’s smirk only deepened as he walked towards her, his body stumbling slightly.

When he finally reached her, his fingers ran through the ends of her hair while the back of his hand rested against her shoulder. Sasuke stood a head taller than her, but as he balanced his weight against the wall, his eyes were level with hers.

Sakura leaned into his touch, his warmth radiating like the smell of cinnamon from the whiskey both he and Naruto had indulged in earlier.

Sakura decided to play stupid, get some answers from her drunk husband and find out what their knucklehead friend was giggling about earlier.

“Why’s that? It’s already so late,” her voice was low, filled with sultry as she lifted her weight to the tips of her toes; her lips now grazing the shell of his ear.

Sakura was aware of the way his shoulders tensed and how his head leaned into her words. The alcohol scent flowed smoothly from his lips as he pushed her against the wall and held her there.

“I’ll show you why,” Sasuke growled while his lips attacked her neck.

Sakura took pleasure in how warm and enticing his lips were. She simply wrapped her arms around his neck and welcomed him to her body.

“Higher,” she begged. When his lips brushed against the corner of her eye, she held him in that place.

“Tell me,” his glossy eyes looked to her while his smug smirk vanished. “What’s going to be funnier than shit?”

His smirk appeared once more, and when Sasuke laughed, Sakura frowned. He never laughed, but then again, it’s probably the alcohol in his system.

“Quit being annoying,” he ordered as he scooped her up from the floor. “My night is about to get better.”

With Sakura in his arms, he carried her off to their bedroom. For the remainder of the night, all the lights in the house had been left on, Sakura’s book remained on the table, and their soft moans and challenging words echoed throughout the halls.

@ the fucking Mon-El haters cough*salty s*perc*rpers*cough

Aside from the fact that you blame Mon-El for everything he does or does not do, like blame him for supporting Kara to publish something SHE WANTED and something LENA TOLD HER TO DO. I WILL FIGHT YOU if you start blaming him for not telling Kara his secret of being the Prince. Kara, Alex and James were ALL hiding their secrets for a LONG time but no word about that just Mon-El. I smell double standards. Secondly and to my main point, if you blame Mon-El for not sharing his secret you are fucking idiots and have obviously no idea what is like to be a refugee. Well guess what? I AM the child and grandchild of refugees, my friends are children of refugees. My country is a country FULL of refugees because of what happened in 43 years ago. Here you are either a refugee or you know someone who is a refugee. Our whole lives we would go to school and we would get taught not to forget of what happened to us or our parents. The pain of what it was to be a refugee. We saw the pain our parents and grandparents had to go through and many of us wouldn’t dare to ask them about that deeply personal experience. NEWSFLASH: REFUGEES DON’T OWE YOU THEIR LIFE STORIES! And before you go off by saying but Mon-El is royalty let me stop ya right there because last I checked royalty have homes too and feelings and family. Mon-El lost EVERYTHING the day Daxam died and he doesn’t want to talk about that especially because he isn’t proud of what his family was. (ALSO possibly being pushed to marry someone he didn’t want to be with) So stfu and sit down because he doesn’t owe you anything and if Kara goes after him as well, I’ll be really pissed because she did the same thing AND her parents weren’t saints either.

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The Mafia Boss’ Wife

Originally posted by clubeskimo

Requested: For anon

“Jay you bastard!” Your loud menacing voice rumbled through the hallway, army boots stomping as you marched through, leaving embers of anger on your trail.

It was supposed to be a relaxing day off and an overdue lunch date with Jay. Or so you thought. When Hyuk Woo came to pick you up for the date you had no reason to doubt that something else was on the works, that was until he missed a turn and you almost got the two of you into an accident trying to get him to spill.

“I’m going to kill you!” These were words familiar to the people around Jay, thrown at him with the same vigorous rage you had. And usually they’re dealt with a lot more severely than a chuckle and a sarcastic comment thrown around. After all, no one threatens one of the most powerful mafia bosses without repercussion.

You slam the door to his office open, surprised the hinges hasn’t given out considering the amount of times you’ve done this already. It was almost like he wanted you to hate him and come storming in every time, a grin and a witty remark loaded at the tip of his tongue. Last time you did this two months ago it was about the fact that he forbid anyone from being your sparring partner after Jay saw a massive bruise on your stomach. Which was fair really but he had no right controlling your life like that, mafia boss or not.  

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Blood of Passage: Part Seventeen

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XVI, XVII

Adrien studied the view of Veralis from his window. The Sidrah sparkled from the sun beaming down on it. His wings ached, his heart hurt. Everything was painful. From the inhale of breath to the blink of his eye. His shadows picked up the conversation between Maze, his mother and the healer.

———–

“It will be months before he can just move them without pain. Longer to even fly. If he can. Nerve damage, scar tissue. Each pair are different.” The healer’s voice wasn’t unkind. It was skilled into professional kindness. His shadows betrayed her sadness.

His mother had a hand over her mouth, tears shone in her eyes. “What can I do? What can we do?”

“Time. He needs time and support from his family. And from those he loves. Keep his wings bound but let them breath for a few hours every day. He needs to have exercises to help circulation and healing. And perhaps for him to see someone? His mental state is very important. Does he have a mate? Or perhaps a significant other of some kind?”

“Me,” Maze said. “I’m his girlfriend.”

“He will need you the most. He will need all of you.”

———-

He didn’t want their help. He wanted to find a hole and never crawl out of it. He didn’t want Maze there out of pity or his parents and brothers to fawn over him with looks of sympathy. He wanted to break the world apart before he broke himself apart.

At least in the mountain, there was Cyrian and his desire to kill the bastard for touching Maze and baiting him. He had his anger and rage and desire to get Maze out alive and his promise to her in that mountain. Now he none of it and he was filled with a sense of bottomless empty that was going to swallow him whole.

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Having Kids With Warren Worthington Headcanons

Warren has given me 12 children (that’s according to @smutwritingangel​) So I know what I’m talking about. I also know I was supposed to post an imagine today, but here have headcanons. Feel free to add on!


When you told him you were pregnant, Warren just kind of shut down

  • Warren didn’t really know what to do, what to think, so he left
  • You somewhat expected this, but it still hurt watching the father of your child just get up and walk away
  • When he did come back after a few hours he kept hugging you and apologizing
  • “Baby girl are you sure you want a kid…with me?”
  • “Warren I love you of course I do, you idiot.”

After Warren finally lets the idea sink in he’s so excited

  • You swear you’ve never seen his wings flutter so much (you’re not sure if it’s nerves or excitement, either way its cute)
  • Warren constantly hugs you, places his hands on your stomach and kissing it
  • He also doesn’t stop kissing you either, thanking you too
  • He literally tells everyone that he’s going to be a father
  • “You see her, I fucked her, I got her pregnant.”
  • “WarrEN STOP TELLING EVERYONE!”

Warren worries so much it’s not even funny

  • Warren would wrap you in bubble wrap if you said he could 
  • He's nervous about your child having a physical mutation
  • But you always reassure him, telling him that if your child did have a physical mutation it would only give you more reason for you to love them
  • He’s at every appointment, always asking questions
  • He’s trying his best, even if he does go a little far
  • Warren has straight up pushed people out of the way

Good luck if anyone says anything about him or you

  • “He’s going to be the father?”
  • “What the fuck that’s supposed to mean??!!”
  • And Warren just decks them
  • That's how Warren and you got banned from IKEA
  • You make fun of Warren for being so over protective, which doesn’t bother him
  • That is until the guys say something
  • Warren swears Peter always had the bruise on his ribs…

Warren will do anything and will buy anything

  • Most of it you don’t need
  • “Babe why do we need this?”
  • “We don’t, it’s for the baby.”
  • He’ll also get you food no matter what they time
  • Warren will fly his ass half way across the city at four am if you were craving something
  • He’s whipped, not only for you now, but for your child too

When your giving birth Warren can’t be in the operation room

  • His wings are too big; he is so pissed off, and nervous
  • The rest of the squad is there to help calm him down
  • When Warren gets to see his child he lets silent tears slip down his face
  • The squad promises not to say anything 
  • Then there’s Scott whose fucking sobbing for some reason????

Warren keeps kissing you and your child, not wanting to ever let go

  • When you both fall asleep Warren whispers “I’ll never be like my dad, I’ll love you no matter what.”
  • And he does.

~ MacKenzie  

Lunch Date

Lunch Date

Warning–Brief mention of smut, and some foul language

Word Count: 1856 (not quite 2k but I’m still proud of myself LOL)

A/N: This is my submission for Kate’s Cards Against Humanity Challenge. My card was “ROBERT DOWNEY, JR.”

Congrats @emilyevanston for all of your followers and on your anniversary!!

And as far as the Chris and Billie timeline, this is after Back At Your Door and this actually happened a few days before the first chapter of  You & I




“Damn she’s beautiful!” Chris thought as he watched Billie snoozing.

They hadn’t seen each other for almost a month since he was busy filming Captain America: Civil War. And although he was used to having a long distance relationship, he felt guilty for leaving because they were in the middle of renovating their new home in Massachusetts. But luckily Billie was willing to come to Atlanta for a few days. And when she came straight from the airport to visit the set, he dragged her back to his trailer and quickly ripped her clothes off. And because he had filmed most of his scenes for the day, he was able to show her just how much he needed her.

 “What’d I tell you about that shit?” Billie faintly mumbled, with her eyes still closed.

Chris said that he couldn’t help it because it warmed his heart to see her in such a peaceful slumber.  Still she urged him to stop because not only was it a creepy habit, but it felt like he was plotting her death.

“Well I do that while you’re still awake.” He joked.

“You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah but I’m your asshole.”

“That’s sweet and gross at the same time!”

Billie crawled out of bed and she gasped in horror when she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was disheveled, and her make-up was now a greasy hot mess. Plus her whole body ached, and her throat was hoarse from screaming in ecstasy. But it was all worth it because she loved being ravaged. After stretching, she cleaned herself up while he gathered their clothes. And that’s when he received a special text message.

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anonymous asked:

Starmora 50 (marriage proposal?) And 100 (wedding day)

Not sure which list this is on, but I’m gonna do it anyway!!!!

“Really, Rocket! Are you serious?“ Peter taps the back of his hand against the earpiece helmet behind his left ear.

“I thought you wanted a distraction!“ Rocket’s voice crackles over the earpiece. The structure they’re on rocks precariously, small stones dropping from the ceiling.

“A distraction, yes! Burying us alive? No!”

“What’s going on?” Gamora asks as she shoulders her way into the small space beside Peter. “Why is the building shaking?”

Peter scowls and throws his hands in the air… as high as he can with the rocks falling onto them. “Rocket decided to blow up the place as a distraction.”

“Why in Nova’s name would he—?” she snarls as the walls press in around them. “What about Groot? Where’s he?” Her eyes are wide and upset as she thinks of the tree-child alone wherever he is.

Peter puts a hand on her shoulder, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles. “We’ll get out of this, Gam. He’s with Mantis and Kraglin back on the Milano.” Peter knows, and loves, how maternal Gamora has become without it compromising her warrior/assassin persona.  

She shoots him a glare. “Peter, the whole building is about to collapse.” It’s hard to hear Gamora’s voice crack so he pulls her into his chest. They’ve gotten closer since the shit with Ego went down, but she still stiffens slightly in his hold before relaxing. They’ve even kissed a lot too, but they don’t need words to understand their feelings for each other.

“If we get out of here…” Peter coughs as dust falls with the larger rocks, trapping them and making them press closer to each other. “If we get outta here, we should get married.”

“What?” Gamora pulls as far away from him as she can, still pressing a hand to his chest, over his heart.

“Yeah,” he smiles down at her her, “we should go for it. I love you and, well, I hope you love me. So why not?”

“Because it’s dangerous, Peter. Someone could come after you to harm me and vise versa.”

Peter chuckles and rests his forehead against hers, breathing in the scent of leather and rosewater. “Don’t care. You’re the Bonnie to my Clyde.”

“Who?”

“Two famous thieves who fell in love on the open road according to the stories.”

“But we aren’t thieves anymore.” Gamora’s brows furrow in confusion, the silver scars on her forehead, wrinkling slightly.

“Tell that to this baby,” Peter pulls an orb, looking suspiciously like the Infinity Stone Orb out of his knapsack. “It doesn’t have a stone, but it sure is pretty, and valuable if the plaque outside it has anything to say about it.”

“Peter…” Gamora’s lips twist up into an exasperated smile.

“That’s that smile.” He pokes at one small dimple on her cheek, the ones that only appear around him during those secret moments.

She rolls her eyes and presses closer to him as the rocks close in on them. “Fine. If we get out of this, I’ll marry you.”

“Yes!” Peter throws up a fist, only to let out a hiss when it hits the rock above them. “Ow.”

“You’re an idiot.”

—-

“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this,” Rocket says as he sits on Peter’s cabinet. He watches as the Terran runs a hand through his hair and over his unshaven face.

“Is it really such a horrible idea?” Peter asks.

“I can’t tell you what to do, Pete, but don’t you wanna think about this?”

“Peter has found a suitable mate,” Drax booms from behind the two. “Now, I was told to get you or, as Gamora herself said, she will be marrying herself.”

Peter scrambles up and races out the door, still shoving his left arm into his jacket.

——

(Meanwhile)

“Your joy is overwhelming.” Mantis’ voice is soft and bubbling with excitement.

“You do not look hideous,” Nebula says monotonously.

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Gamora chuckles as she smooths out the black leather shirt she’s wearing. The one that she was wearing the first time Peter asked her to dance. When he saved her life.

“I am Groot.” The three women look down to see the tree-child holding a large bouquet of flowers. He’d just started growing them a few days ago, just in time. “I am Groot!”

“They’re beautiful, Groot,” Gamora says as she kneels down to take the flowers. “Thank you.”

“It’s time, sister.” Nebula tugs on her sister’s elbow. Groot grabs onto the corner of Mantis’ cloak, wrapping his vines around her hand until he’s perched on her shoulder.

—–

The wedding goes by in a blur. It’s a mixture of what knowledge Peter had of human weddings with slight elements of the little Gamora could remember about her own people’s joining rituals. However, the reception is much better.

“Dance with me?” Peter wraps his arms around Gamora’s waist, nuzzling into her hair.

She doesn’t turn around, but he can see the curve of a smile on her face. “I am a warrior and an assassin. I do not dance.”

“Well, I happen to know that’s not true,” Peter murmurs as he spins her around. She smiles up at him and wraps her arms around his neck. He smiles softly at her. “Drax still thinks you’re not a dancer.”

“Tell him the truth, and I’ll kill you.”

Peter just chuckles and presses a kiss to her forehead.

We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder

We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under

Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better

We belong, we belong, we belong together

So I hope this is okay!

Send me numbers and I’ll write a Starmora oneshot with it!

Send me a phrase and I’ll write a story with it! Please include the phrase with the number so I don’t get them mixed up with the numbers above.

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okay, i was scrolling through the apb tag
looking for some promos for the season finale when i realized how many people are hating on apb.

yes, i realize that the premise of the show sounds completely batshit from a current events stand point. a billionaire buys a police precinct and uses his money to teach the cops to be better cops? that kind of sounds like a nightmare, to be honest, but that’s not at all what the show is like. so here is my list of five reasons why you should watch apb:

1. yes, gideon the billionaire thinks money can solve everything, but he’s constantly (and quite harshly) learning that he’s wrong. the last episode was total proof of this point, when murphy put him in his place and he realized that there are boundaries of what he can and can’t do.
2. speaking of teresa murphy, this show has a latina female lead who isn’t overly sexualized, played as an idiot, or stereotyped into oblivion. murphy gets right into the action and isn’t afraid to tell gideon, who is essentially her boss, when he’s wrong. she’s also not a total bitch either- another stereotype that i, as a latina, hate. (also natalie martinez is beautiful)
3. we have a queer woman of color who isn’t just there as a diversity hire! we had no idea goss is gay until, what, the sixth episode? the issue is quietly brought up, then quietly put to rest. i’m sure it’ll come up again (please give voss a girlfriend, please give voss a girlfriend), but my point is that she’s not there for the writers to say ‘oh look at us! we’re so great, we have one gay character! that’s all she’s going to be though, gay.’ goss as a character is just as utilized as her white, straight partner, and that’s wonderful.
4. the show deals with topics that are kinda hard to talk about. racism? check. the growing threat of a total police state? check. domestic abuse, homophobia, gang violence? check, check, and check. these writers obviously don’t mind getting down and dirty with it, and for that i applaud them.
5. caitlin stasey. need i say more?

tl;dr: WATCH THE GODDAMN SHOW BEFORE YOU START JUDGING IT, OKAY? IT’S ACTUALLY QUITE GOOD.
thank you , and good night.

How Varian and Amren Became a Ship: Part 6

I’m back. I have part 6 ready and so I’m excited. Thank you for all the wonderful feedback. I appreciate it.

Part 5: https://samaykay912.tumblr.com/post/160745889662

Part 2: https://samaykay912.tumblr.com/post/160646931877


Dear Amren,

You aren’t a shity person- you forged your own family… why would you ever want to leave it? And no, I didn’t think of you naked and astride me before your last letter, and even if I did, it’s none of your fucking business.

Speaking of business, when I was at a meeting today after sleeping in, Cress decided that I was fucking my spy and that’s why I slept in. You should’ve seen the look on Tarquin’s face-he was mortified.

Feyre left the Spring Court- well ‘was taken’ by the NIght Court but I doubt it. You wouldn’t be so worried if you were planning on taking her back. So she probably left.

By the way, the information in your letters about Feyre and the Night Court I’ve been telling my court. You have every right to do the same if you need to. I’m sorry I did it’s just… it slipped out when Cress was pissing me off and making me feel inferior.

I thank the Cauldron everyday that Hybern hasn’t invaded us yet. I’m trying to retrain my guards… any tips? I know that war is looming especially with Tamlin losing his hold on his people.

I’m not going to lie to you… I’m frightened. We’ve never fought before in war- we weren’t born in time for the last one. I can’t imagine losing any of my friends or family to a war… I don’t want to. I hope that your friends can fight as well as they lie. If so, I know you won’t lose them.

I’m beginning to think that the entire “Night Court is a bunch of homicidal maniacs” fact is total bullshit. If it is, I hope that you guys get rid of your masks soon. If you do wear a mask, why would you? Even if you answer in hypotheticals, I’d be happy.

I hope your okay and preparing for war as best you can.

Your Friend (yes, by this point, we are friends),

Varian

P.S- If you see Feyre please make sure she’s okay. If so, give me updates. She was one of the only few people I know from the Night Court that wasn’t an asshole.

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