do i tell her that this idea is idiotic

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:))

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.

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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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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I finally learned this is not from in-game but from an app that EA released in 2012 and then mysteriously decided to delete for no real proper reason.
I’m glad because I was getting concerned because I wasn’t getting it in my game despite having all the DLC.

Before learning this, my brain was filling in the holes and decided he sent this message the same night that Shep has that recurring nightmare while he’s staying over after he got her back to sleep.

Because Garrus is a giant nerd who doesn’t know how to cope with feelings properly but he’s also borderline over-protective since he’s really scared Shep’s gonna get herself killed (again). Also his family life is a bit of a dumpster fire at this moment in time for like 5 different reasons all completely independent of each other. So telling her she’s pretty as an attempt to stop her having night-terrors seems like the kinda thing he’d do.

Honestly he’s the kind of idiot who sends you memes as a legit attempt to cheer you up if you’re feeling depressed.

Pretend

“Look at her, clinging to him, it’s embarrassing.”

“Polly!” you scolded her, shaking your head and pouring another glass of whiskey.

“I don’t see what you’re defending her for.”

You and Polly sat at a table in the corner of the Garrison, the pair of you detached from the main group. Polly was in the midst of bitching about Tommy’s new girl, her new favourite topic of conversation. Your spot was the perfect place from which to watch the couple - whilst the way she wrapped herself around Tommy made you cringe, you weren’t nearly as offended as Polly.

“It’s nice seeing him happy,” you mused with a genuine warmness.

Your response received a tut, “That girl is not right for him (Y/N).”

“I don’t think you’re going to find the woman that’s right for Tommy Shelby in Small Heath.”

Polly remained silent and when you diverted your gaze from Tommy to her you found her smirking at you, one eyebrow raised.

“Oh I don’t think he’d have to look that far.”

Realising what she was implying you scoffed, just like you had all those other times she’d suggested the same thing. Since you were young Polly had always fixated on the bond between you and Tommy. You didn’t deny you and him had a strong connection, and it manifested itself in your close friendship, but Polly always thought there was more to it. Of course Tommy was handsome - fuck it, beautiful - but anyone could see that. You’d never even bothered entertaining the idea of you as anything other than friends as you were certain that’s how he saw you.

“Polly how many times? There is, and is never going to be, anything between me and Tom.”

“(Y/N) he likes you, I know these things.”

“He does not!”

“You ladies want anything?” two hands came to rest on your shoulders, the question interrupting your debate. Secretly you thanked John for rescuing you from the ridiculous argument. Or so you thought.

“John, does Tommy like (Y/N)-“

“Polly!”

“-yes or no?”

“Course he fucking does, old news.”

Polly reclined with a smug look on her face and picked up a cigarette to light.

“He has a girlfriend, Pol, he doesn’t think of me like that.”

“Right you want proof?” Polly suddenly adopted her serious business face, “You go over there and you flirt with John, and then you try and tell me Tommy isn’t bothered.”

“You’ve really lost it now, Pol.”

“Let’s do it,” John was beaming down at you.

“Are you- John, why the fuck would you want to do that?”

“Cos it’s funny, and it might finally put an end to this stupid argument.”

You found yourself looking, dazed, between the two of their smirking faces.

“Well first I’m just saying I think this is an idiotic idea because I know I’m right, but if it will shut you up then fine.”

You nicked one of Polly’s cigarettes as you stood and linked arms with John, wandering over to the table. It was stuffed with each Shelby brother, some friends and their women. Two seats were left opposite Tommy so you took a deep breath and entered into the facade.

A conversation was in full swing so your arrival went unnoticed, except for Tommy whose attention went straight to you. He handed you a box of matches for your unlit cigarette without you needing to ask.

“Finally escaped from Polly then?” he chuckled.

“You’re horrible,” you chided playfully.

Tommy smiled back but you saw it falter at the same time you noticed John had draped an arm around you shoulder. A squeeze of your arm reminded you of your ludicrous mission.

“Tommy, you’re still coming to see my sister with me tomorrow aren’t you?” his girlfriend asked with both hands clutching on his arm, smiling sweetly.

“What-Oh, uh, yeah,” it took a while for him to drag his attention back to the girl beside him.

She kept him wrapped in a private conversation, leaving you and John to talk amongst yourselves. Purposefully you kept your voices hushed and made sure your body language seemed intimate. You were leaned into his chest as you both whispered stupidly.

“(Y/N) I love you so much, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

“John, shush,” you were trying not to laugh too much, wanting to keep up the romantic pretence, “Now look at Tom, has he even noticed?”

You kept your eyes trained on John as he looked and quickly turned back to you, eyes wide.

“He looks pissed, it’s working.”

“Shut up, you’re lying.”

Glancing over yourself you found Tommy staring straight at you. His girlfriend was talking in his ear, looking irritated that he was so distracted. It was difficult to pretend you couldn’t see the frustration in his face - his clenched jaw and dilated pupils. However you attributed his apparent indignation to the fact you were flirting with his brother. You and Tommy were close and understandably he’d be annoyed if he thought you and his brother were having an affair.

“Tommy, I’m tired let’s go home,” his girlfriend abruptly stood up and announced.

“I’m gonna stay here for a bit,” he didn’t even look at her.

“Tommy, I need to talk to you, outside.”

He sighed and sent one more look your way before rising and following her outside.

Everyone sat awkwardly for a bit before falling back into conversation, you and John were just looking at each other slightly speechless. About ten minutes passed before Polly strolled over to the table, she leant down between you and John.

“Go after him.”

“What?”

“Go and find him, talk to him. I proved my point (Y/N) now go sort things out.”

It surprised you that you found yourself obeying without protest, you grabbed your coat and exited the Garrison. It didn’t take long to find him as he was resting against a wall outside, head bowed until he heard your steps and looked up.

“She’s gone,” he stated as you came to stand next to him.

“I’m sorry,” your apology was sincere, genuinely feeling bad for the role you expected you’d played.

“S’alright, I know none of you liked her.”

“That’s not true, I thought she was nice.”

He raised his eyebrow in cynicism before exhaling a long breath, “So when were you planning on telling me you’re fucking John?”

You choked at his bluntness, “Excuse me?”

“Don’t pretend, I do have eyes you know.”

Not sure whether to confess the truth you tried to avoid having to answer.

“You seem pretty pissed at the idea.”

“I thought you would tell me something like that, especially with my own brother,” his voice was heavy with dejection.

“And that’s it? That’s the only reason you’re upset?” you pushed.

“Well, yeah,” he wouldn’t meet your eyes.

“So I’m right and Polly’s wrong, I knew it.”

“What?”

“Nothing, it was just…” you took a deep breath and committed to exposing the truth, “Polly and John thought flirting with him would prove whether you were interested in me. I told them they were crazy-“

“Sorry, what? What are you-You mean you’re trying to tell me you were, what, pretending?”

His face was contorted in a range of emotions but mainly confusion, his glare made you feel horrendously embarrassed.

“Um, well, yeah,” your voice was meek.

“Fuck,” he pushed himself off the wall and dragged his hand over his face, suddenly he span around to face you.

“Why would you want to know if I was interested?”

“No, I just, I was showing Polly she was wrong.”

“She’s not fucking wrong though is she?”

You could barely choke out a response, “What?”

“Doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, you don’t feel the same, forget I said anything.”

It was as if you could feel the cogs turning in your brain, neither of you were moving or speaking. You found yourself stepping towards your best friend, without a plan of what you were going to do.

“We’re both idiots,” was all that fell from your mouth. It certainly wasn’t enough to prepare Tommy for you leaning up and kissing him.

The feeling was completely alien and weirdly familiar at the same time, it felt so old and so new to the point where you were too overwhelmed. You detached yourself and went to apologise but Tommy’s lips cut you off. Your senses were flooded as he pushed you against the wall and pulled you against his body. Tongues met and you felt your legs weaken at the knees, this was the best kiss of your life and it was with your best friend.

Eventually you broke apart, laughter spilled from both of you, a result of disbelief and joy. Your head came to rest on his shoulder, arms wrapping around each other tightly.

“Polly is gonna be so fucking smug,” you groaned into his coat, enjoying the feeling of his body vibrating with laughter.

“And I’m gonna kill John,” he menaced.

Enjoyed using these two requests in one, hope u enjoy, feedback pls!

ink-stained arguments // reggie mantle soulmate au pt3

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

Ink-Stained Masterlist

words: 1.4k

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

Masterlist

(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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12 (JJK)

STUCK SERIES - PART 12

Originally posted by joansenseiii

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Themes: high school au, badboy & fuckboy jungkook

Genre: smut, fluff, a little angst 

Word Count: 3,739

Summary: After being labelled the school’s biggest bad boy, Jeon Jungkook chooses to live up to the title. What he doesn’t know is that his arrogance will lead him to you.

SMUT WARNING

DADDY + BABY GIRL KINK

OVERSTIMULATION

11 | 13 | MASTERLIST

You and Jungkook go on a road trip.

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I See the Light - PAISPREZECE

I SEE THE LIGHT MASTER LIST


SUMMARY: When an opening for your favorite Disney Princess is posted backstage, you take your chances and audition. To your surprise, you got the part. But there was always a catch. Your Flynn Rider was none other than Bucky Barnes, the womanizer of the entire Disney cast. Will you two be able to play it off as a couple when there’s tension between you both?

WARNINGS: language

AUTHOR’S NOTE: ONE MORE AND WE’RE DONE. actually, two more since i have an epilogue as well. 

ENJOY!


Bucky drove home as as fast as his heart and mind raced. He was going crazy and about to have a heart attack, that he was sure of.

Once he got to his apartment complex, he ran up to the stairs to his place and quickly unlocked the heavy door and kicking it closed behind him. He began to tidy up around his place before he heard a knock on the door. Bucky looked over his shoulder to watch Steve walk in, an amused look on his best friend’s face.

“You don’t have to clean for me, Buck.”

“Ha,” Bucky tossed the sweatshirt in his hand onto the arm of the couch.

Steve watched his best friend scatter around the small living room, mumbling to himself while running his fingers through his hair over and over again.

“Bucky?” Steve asked warily.

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“Our first hello and final goodbye.” [i]

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Format: Text Post

Inspired by: Lost Boy - Troye Sivan

[Prologue] [a] [b] [c] [d] [e] [f] [g] [h] [i] [j:END] 


Originally posted by jengkook

Y/N’s p.o.v 

Everything felt unreal, I felt like all my emotions were about to break out.

Was I hearing him correctly?

“You want to break up?” I said slowly, not wanting what I was saying to be true.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I just, I can’t deal with this. All this hate, I thought I could handle it but I can’t I really can’t and it’s just killing me inside, it’s torturous. I’m sorry for doing this to you, I really am. But can’t you understand it from my point of view too?” I knew I had tears threatening to fall, but I blinked them away and smiled at him.

“It’s okay, I understand. We can break up if you want to, I’m not going to force you to stay with me when you’re not happy. That’s the last thing I want.” He looked shocked, surprised that I didn’t put up a fight and begged him to stay.

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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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Master of seduction

Q is used to the stares; 007 stares at him a lot but he knows it’s because the agent doesn’t like him that much -he probably hates him- it’s not really a surprise since the two of them spend the majority of the time arguing about equipment.

So that morning, when he sees the double-oh walking towards him Q prepares for another round of yelling and growling.

“Q,” the sound of his letter on 007’s lips makes him actually look up from his computer; there’s something weird about Bond that day, it’s like he’s… flustered? But that can’t be because an agent like him doesn’t get flustered.

Q shakes his head and sighs, feeling tired already even though the day has just started.

“What is it this time, 007?”

The agent clears his throat, adjusts his tie and stares down at Q like he always does and the Quartermaster thinks that he’s going to get yelled at.

“You have nice… glasses,” the agent says and Q opens his mouth only to close it immediately because that’s definitely something he didn’t expect.

“Uh…” The sound comes out of his mouth before he can’t even stop it, but the thing is… Q has never been out of words, he has a response for everything and he has never been surprised.

Until now of course.

“Thanks?” Q says and accepts the fact that’s the best reply he can come up with in that situation. He has no idea why on earth Bond would say something like that and he wonders if that’s all part of a very complex joke.

Bond nods and starts walking away, so Q has to lean over his desk and grab him by the sleeve to stop him.

The agent looks at Q’s hand, then at him and he even has the nerve to quirk up one of his brows.

“That’s all what you wanted to say?” The Quartermaster asks.

“Yes.”

“You’re telling me you came all the way down here just to comment on my glasses?” Q doesn’t believe that, there has to be something else.

“Y-Yes,” Bond’s voice fails him just a second and Q wants to pull out his hair because what the hell is going on with 007. “Although it sounds really stupid when you say it like that.”

“That’s because it is,” Q spits, feeling suddenly annoyed. “Now tell me the truth, 007. Why are you here?”

“I like you- your glasses,” the agent blurts out and even him looks like he regrets saying it. In fact, James fucking Bond looks like he wants to facepalm himself. “I need to talk to Mallory.”

And with that he just goes away, leaving Q irritated and confused.

R giggles and that’s when he realizes all his minions are looking at him.

“What’s so funny?” He snaps at R, making her laugh even more. But she shakes her head and returns to her work.

***

007 starts to bring him lunch and although Q is suspicious at first, the hunger makes him accept the food anyway. Then the agent decides it’s not enough to bring food but to eat with him as well.

Q thinks it is better to ignore his weird behavior because who can fully understand a double-oh anyway? So he eats and works and does his best not to notice the way Bond keeps staring at him.

“Your hair… it’s always so… wild.”

He sighs because there goes 007 again with the odd comments about his appearance.

“I can’t help it,” he says. “There is no comb or brush that can fix this mess.”

“I-I like it.” Bond avoids his eyes while he says it, but at least he’s said it loud enough for Q to be sure it’s not his imagination.

In an impulse, he touches the agent’s forehead to check if he has fever or not and 007 is so shocked by his actions he drops the mug he’s holding.

Weird. Double-ohs are never clumsy.

“Are you alright?” He asks.

“I’m fine,” Q hears irritation in the agent’s voice but doesn’t point it out. He lets Bond make a terrible excuse and go away.

***

When 007 starts to bring his equipment back and tells him he’s a great Quartermaster, Q decides enough is enough and goes to the only person who always seem to have an idea of what’s going on.

“Moneypenny,” he says, sitting in front of her desk, trying to ignore the smug smile on her face.

“Yes, my dear?”

Q rolls his eyes, but doesn’t let the pet name to distract him.

“What the bloody hell is wrong with 007?”

“Could you be more specific?” She knows, she doesn’t need extra information to figure it out, but Q accepts defeat because she actually has a point. There are many things wrong with double-ohs.

He sighs and tells her everything. She chuckles, lets the documents she’s reading aside and looks at him with a serious expression.

“He’s flirting with you,” she says, deadpan.

Q laughs because he can’t help it.

“C'mon if you’re going to make something up at least make it believable,” he breathes, trying to calm himself down.

“It’s true,” she insists.

“You seriously want me to believe that the master of seduction, the ladies’ man, James fucking Bond has been flirting with me? I’ve seen him flirt and that’s not flirting.”

Moneypenny mumbles something that Q doesn’t catch but that sounds suspiciously like ‘god save me from stubborn men’.

“He has been flirting with you. Terribly, I’ll give you that, but flirting anyways. Of course it doesn’t help that he’s trying to woo one of the most oblivious men in the world-”

“He’s NOT wooing me!” Q cuts her off, fighting a blush and losing the moment Moneypenny quirks her eyebrows at him. “Besides, how could he be terribly at flirting if he’s James Bond, it doesn’t make-”

“Because he actually cares this time,” she explains. “It’s easy to flirt with a target you don’t have emotional connection with or flirt with someone because of the sake of it. But, somehow, you make him act like a fourteen-year-old. Please, have mercy on him, he’s just an idiot in love.”

Q huffs, refusing to let those words affect him.

“I came here to have a serious conversation with you.”

“We’re having a serious conversation.”

“I don’t believe you.”

She actually smiles fondly this time and strokes his hair like a mother with her child.

“I know,” Moneypenny says. “So… why don’t you do an experiment?”

“Experiment?” Q almost trembles at the word because she’s grinning and nothing good comes when Moneypenny has an idea she likes.

“Yes! Ask Bond to do something for you. Bat those long eyelashes of yours, tell him something nice and then ask for anything you want.”

“What? No! I’d never do something like that!”

“It’s just a suggestion, my darling. Do whatever you want.”

***

Q tries to shake Eve’s words from his head and focus on his work instead. But it’s difficult when 007 is around.

He just came from a mission with all his equipment almost intact and is looking right at Q with the most stupid, hopeful smile on his face.

Q blushes, but keep his head down and pretends to look at the weapons.

“Well done, 007.”

“I brought you tea,” the agent tells him then. “Earl Grey from Paris.”

Q takes the golden box and bites his bottom lip, thinking about his next words.

“He hasn’t had his morning tea yet,” R comments somewhere next to him and Q doesn’t have the time to scold at her because 007 yanks the box from his fingers.

“I’ll make it for you,” the agent says and Q watches fascinated as Bond makes tea just the way he likes it.

How does he know?

Moneypenny’s words suddenly are not as crazy as he had thought.

Then, with his favourite mug in hand, the taste of Earl Grey and the blue eyes of his most infuriating agent, Q makes a decision.

He needs to know.

“You know you’ll have to do your paperwork, right?”

Bond hates paperwork, everybody knows it, he even said once he’d rather be dead than to have to make a report on his latest mission.

Q’s not surprised when he sees 007’s frown or the way his mouth twists almost in disgust, no, he only gets surprised by his own actions.

Because he takes one of Bond’s hands, strokes it with his thumb and fucking bats his eyelashes and smiles.

The effect is immediate: 007’s body tenses, his eyes open wide and then he sighs, defeated.

“Fine.”

Even after Bond walks away, Q stays staring at the spot he left, wondering what the hell he’s going to do now.

“Tell me, how does it feel to have a double-oh wrapped around your pinky?”

“Shut up, R.”

***

When M almost has a heart attack when he finds out Bond actually did his paperwork, Q decides it’s time to do something about his situation with the agent.

He thinks it’s better to talk to him inside his office because he doesn’t want his minions to hear.

And because he doesn’t know how to be romantic, he blurts out a not so nice: “So… are you gonna take me out to dinner or what?”

And Bond, the bastard, smiles like it’s the very thing he just wanted to hear.

“Tonight,” he purrs, delighted. Then he takes Q in his arms and kisses him; it’s not a perfect first kiss, but it’s passionate, desperate and possessive.

And Q loves it. Then a moan escapes from his lips when Bond starts to nip at his neck and he thinks that maybe it wasn’t a good idea to talk with the agent in the privacy of his office.

He doesn’t stop him.

The Herbalist

“… As I recall, she was an herbalist. Thatched hair, eternal flowers in her curls. Most of all I liked white hypsophiles. They are so useless; you cannot even heal an injury. However, Heidi claimed that their potential was not revealed yet, and each time tried to use them in everything. In the potion which healing, then tried to pound the energy stone with them (what a fool!). I sat and laughed. It seemed like an idiotic idea to me.
She never lied to me. Moreover, I did not lie to her either. These are the rarest relationships when you do not hide anything from each other, although you met, probably, a couple of months ago. I was sure Heidi would never tell anyone about my misdemeanor.
And she was silent. Exactly as much as I wanted. Until one day I himself began to peek at this topic, complaining about nightmares and the guilt pumping to my  throat. Her hands always fell on her heart if something terrible happened in the story I told her.
I remember her hands … with the smell of freshly picked grass. Especially wormwood smell, and I, as you know, hate wormwood. But every time I have to pass by fields with these herbs, with this insanely familiar smell, I think only of a dilapidated house in the middle of the village. And about her fair hair“.

so, for Reasons, I’ve been thinking about Peter and Gamora’s unspoken thing, and how that plays out in terms of actual communication in this movie

I feel like we as a fandom have talked a lot about Gamora repeatedly saying that there is no unspoken thing, and at face value, that reads like she’s straight up denying her feelings for him (and that’s certainly how Peter takes it). And on some level I think that’s true–I think she does have trouble with trust, and with emotional intimacy, and with knowing how to act on softer, more vulnerable emotions. But I also think she’s pretty open about the way she feels about Peter, especially in her actions: she goes out of her way to support him, she protects his privacy, she remembers the things he’s told her even when they didn’t seem serious, she offers him physical comfort multiple times, she’s clearly willing to die for him. 

And then consider how Peter acts about his feelings. He tries to keep them under wraps as much as possible. When Mantis outright spills the beans, he tries to deny it, in front of Gamora. When he can’t deny it, he calls the reveal of his feelings “so unbelievably uncool” (and yeah, I know he means the others laughing at him, but do you think she realizes that’s all he means?) Later, when Gamora asks him what he means by ‘unspoken thing’ (which actually IS spoken, by Mantis, at this point), he doesn’t just admit his feelings but instead starts talking in weird Earth television metaphors that she tells him several times she doesn’t understand. Then he gets angry and says a lot of pretty nasty things about how she’s a jerk who doesn’t trust anyone or consider new possibilities, when that’s clearly the opposite of everything she’s been doing since Vol. 1. 

“I don’t know what Cheers is” plays as a joke at first glance, but I think it’s also honest frustration and hurt on her part–she has no idea what he’s telling her, or accusing her of denying, and the whole conversation just gets unnecessarily hurtful. Like, please consider this whole thing from Gamora’s perspective, as someone who has probably never had these kinds of feelings before, let alone had them reciprocated in this way, or in a situation where the stakes are so high.

Basically what I’m saying is that they’re both precious idiots who need to just talk to each other already. But I do really like the way things get resolved in the end. I love the way this relationship is written in general–It’s complex and endearing and as healthy as it can be, I think, given everyone’s baggage. But I still wish they’d just talk already. I hope they did, after the fireworks.

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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anonymous asked:

Pre-SQ: Emma takes off for a weekend, just to hike or camp in the woods, and doesn't tell Regina because she doesn't think she'd notice, let alone care. Come Monday morning, she comes into the station to find a frantic Regina who screams "do you have any idea how worried I was? I missed you, you idiot!"

Thanks for the prompt :) 

Emma smiles serenely as she wanders into the station. Her weekend in the woods was exactly what she needed, just her hiking in nature. She doesn’t plan to run away anytime soon but every now and then she likes to clear her head and with Henry at Regina’s and her parents busy with Neal, it seemed like the perfect weekend. 

She hums to herself as she turns the corner only for her tranquility to come to a crashing halt. 

“Where the hell have you been?! Do you have any idea how worried I was?!” 

Emma blinks taken aback for a second as she observes Regina. Her normally perfect hair is falling wildly across her face and her cheeks are reddened as if she’s been either crying or shouting. All in all she looks thoroughly flustered. “I went camping in the woods,” Emma explains, “No biggie Regina, I just wanted a break.” 

“It is a ‘biggie’ Emma, I had no idea where you were! You didn’t show up for movie night or lasagne, you didn’t answer any of my messages or come over for breakfast yesterday, I’ve been worried sick.” 

Emma blushes as she realises that she probably should have mentioned it but to be honest she didn’t think anyone would notice let alone care. She shrugs, “I didn’t think anyone would worry…” 

Regina sighs. It was only with Emma’s sudden absence that she had realised how important the Sheriff had become to her. She steps closer to Emma as she smiles and admits, “I worried and I missed you.” 

Stutterin’ Pete {5} -Peter Parker x Reader-

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4

Part 5!

Fandom: Marvel / Marvel MCU / Spider-Man

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter’s alter-ego starts to interfere with his relationship with you. Now, neither have you have proposed being exclusive but you couldn’t help feeling jealous and driving yourself crazy over the suspicions that Peter, wherever he was, wasn’t alone. This leads you to blow up on him, leaving him in the dust and very confused. It takes a visit from the Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man to truly open your eyes. Patching things up with Peter was easy, it felt great but duct tape only lasts so long.

You also become increasingly aware that Peter, Ned and Michelle would be going to DC soon for the Decathlon Finals. There was one other person that would be going on this trip.. Liz Allan. A girl Peter has been very open about being into since you were kids. Liz’s interactions with Peter start to become more frequent, your fearful brain suspects she has seduced Peter and he had given into his childhood crush. Despite whatever it was that had been going on between the two of you.

Warnings?: This part is probably going to be long.. There’s talking about injuries, swearing and maybe/definitely some fluff. ;)


Originally posted by yourneighborhoodmess

“Why don’t you just tell her?” Ned asked fiddling with Peter’s mask. “She would probably understand.” He added.

“No, no, no.” He said turning his desk chair around to face Ned still holding the small screwdriver in his hand he was been using to tinker with one of his web shooters. “If Y/N knew about this she would be so angry with me. She would worry too much” He said gesturing to the red and blue suit that was laying on the bed next to Ned.

“I don’t see why you suddenly need Y/N’s approval anyways. It’s not like you guys are together.”

We aren’t.” Peter said feeling his heart hammer against his chest feeling as if it was going to thump right out. He turned his back to Ned again trying to hide his blush that he knew was spilling onto his cheeks. “It’s just… You know so I figure it would only be fair if I told her why I’ve been such a flake.” He shrugged his shoulders “But then I realized that just because I’ve known her as long as you and… I trust her, that doesn’t necessarily mean I need to share my secret identity with everyone. You found out by accident so thats almost justified.”

“And who told you not to tell anyone?” Ned asked.

“…Mr. Stark.” Peter said

“Oh… You mean Tony ‘I am Iron Man’ Stark?” He asked Peter paused realizing that Ned had made a good point.

“That doesn’t matter. I don’t have Mr. Stark’s money to have security following me and people I care about. What happens if one of my enemies goes after those closest to me?” He asked

“What enemies? The fake Avengers from the other night?”

“Okay fine, future enemies.” Peter grumbled rolling his eyes.

“Don’t get grumpy with me. It was your idea to tell her and also you that told me it was a bad idea minutes later.” Ned quipped. Peter sighed.

“You’re right… It’s just… I hate all the lying.” He said

“I know, man. You’re doing a good thing though. Protecting your family and stuff. Very heroic of you.” He said smirking.

“Don’t be an idiot, Ned.” Peter said but they both started to laugh.

“Hey, you.” You smiled into your locker hearing Peter come up behind you. He had waited. You were getting hours at the Library after school, technically only one but you hadn’t expected Peter to wait. You turned to kiss him briefly.

“I didn’t think you would have waited.” You admitted shoving your books into your backpack.

“Oh, I did leave.” He assured you. “But I decided to come back for you when the hour was up. How was it?” He asked leaning back on the lockers beside yours. You shrugged.

“Alright. I mean it was no great task.” You said zipping up your bag. “Speaking of those, did you see the News actually did a story on that Spider-Man guy?” You said Peter coughed.

“O-oh, no. I haven’t se-seen that.” He said as you closed your locker.

“He’s pretty cool isn’t he?” You asked slinging your backpack onto your shoulders. He shrugged his own broad shoulders.

“I g-guess so.” He said as you started towards the exit.

“I hear Liz Allan has a crush on him.” You said

“She does?” He asked, you internally rolled your eyes at him. Of course, you bring up Liz Allan and his interest in peaked. A little too much, you thought jealously.

“Yeah,” You added your voice clipped. “That tells you how above high school boys she thinks she is.” You didn’t want to look at him, you felt like you were going to lose your temper even more.

“Maybe Spider-Man goes to high school.” Peter said nonchalantly. You stopped and fake-checked your phone.

“I don’t think I can hang out tonight, Pete.” You said

“Why?” He asked seemingly clueless to the fact that you were blowing him off.

“My mom wants me to do something.” You lied you couldn’t leave him like this, as much as you wanted to. You put on your best smile tough due to how hurt you were feeling. “Thanks for coming back for me though.” You said he nodded and stepped towards you for what you assumed would be a goodbye kiss or hug. You couldn’t  touch him right now. You didn’t want him to touch you. So you backed away more waving.

“Bye!” You said and rushed off before he could stop you.

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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.