do you see her scrambling after him

Tantalizing: 03

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Sub!Jungkook, Sex Toy, Masturbation, Handjob, Oral, Degrading Names, Film, Exhibitionism, Blindfold, Hair Pulling
Word Count: 7,243

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The Reunion

Summary: It’s time for the Riverdale Class of 2019 Ten Year Reunion! Betty Cooper is excited to see all of her old classmates, but there’s one classmate in particular that she can’t seem to get off her mind…

Chapter One

“Hello and welcome back to Riverdale High School! Please take a moment to find your name tag - you’ll notice it has your yearbook picture on it to help people better recognize you.”

Betty smiled brightly as the man in front of her searched for his name tag. She watched with curiosity as he plucked one off the table - Benjamin Nisher.

She tried to remember any sort of memory she had with him. She seemed to recall something about… chess club? Or maybe it was the book club? Whoever he was, Betty was drawing a blank.

Oh well, you can’t know them all.

“Ethel,” Betty turned to the young woman standing beside her, “Would you mind going back into the kitchen and checking on our appetizers? Guests are arriving and I want to make sure the wait staff is prepared to start making the rounds.”

Ethel nodded with a smile and headed off toward the cafeteria, leaving Betty alone at the welcome table. She looked around, smoothing the skirt of her dress before readjusting the floral arrangement for the millionth time. As former student body president, it had been her responsibility to plan the ten-year reunion. Which worked out surprisingly well, coinciding perfectly with Betty’s career as an event planner.

She remembered being in high school, dreaming of being a reporter. She had even followed those dreams to Boston University, majoring in journalism and graduating with honors. Unfortunately, dreams were quickly dashed when she found herself glued to a desk instead of out in the field, everything she reported on feeling lackluster when compared to her times in Riverdale.

She had been tasked to interview an up-and-coming event planner in the area when things finally clicked into place. Before she knew it, she had applied for an internship with the company, quickly rising through the ranks before finding herself second-in-command of one of the most elite planning companies in the United States. She loved every ounce of her work - the planning, the use of creativity, the organized chaos of it all - it left her buzzing with satisfaction. And now here she was, back at her old high school, with everything seeming to come full circle.

Ten years. It had been ten years since she’d graduated high school. Ten years since she’d left the borders of this town. Ten years since she’d seen him.

Her heart sighed at the thought of him. She wondered where he was now. She’d heard rumors - everything from being in jail to thriving in New York - but the only truth she knew was in his novel. His tale of Jason Blossom’s murder had mild success across the country, and wild success in Riverdale. He had sent her a copy when it was published, a simple “Thank you” scrawled on the inside cover. Nothing more. It was the only real communication she had received from him since graduation.

The door opened, and Betty brought herself back to reality. Plastering on her best smile, she welcomed an alumni couple as they approached the table. Giving them their name tags and sending them on their way, Betty mentally kicked herself for getting so lost in the haze of adolescent memories. There was no use thinking of him, she reminded herself, because wherever he was he was long gone. He had even RSVP’d no to the reunion.


A familiar voice rang out across the hall, and Betty looked up to spot her lifelong best friend walking toward her.

“Veronica! Hi!” Betty rushed out from behind the welcome table and embraced her. “How are you? It feels like it’s been forever.” 

“Wonderful!” Veronica beamed, “Tonight is our first night out without the baby. Archie was incredibly nervous, but we simply couldn’t miss this! Especially since it’s a Betty Cooper event! Plus,” Veronica winked at her, “I needed a good excuse to wear this.” She backed away and gave a small twirl to show off her slimming black cocktail dress, complimented by violet heels and her signature pearl necklace.

“You do look amazing.” Betty laughed, “As always.”

“As do you!” Veronica cooed, “Seriously, Betts, that dress is gorgeous with a capital G! Blue has always been such a great color on you.”

Betty blushed at the compliment, her heart warming in the glow of her friend’s affection. “So, where is Archie?”

“Parking the car, probably double checking that all he has all the baby photos ready to show off.” Veronica laughed. “What can I say, he’s one proud father.”

“Talking about me?” Archie appeared, a smug grin on his face and a familiar blue and yellow jacket slung over his shoulders.

“Archie, it that -”

“His letterman’s jacket?” Veronica rolled her eyes, “Yes, it is. Babe,” She gave him an accusatory look, “I thought we agreed you’d leave it in the car.”

“Oh, come on Ronnie! I’m reliving high school!” Archie pouted dramatically, “Just let me have my fun.”

“Alright fine - but just for tonight. Then it goes back in the attic where it belongs.” Veronica smiled and placed a single hand on his chest, leaning in and kissing him sweetly. “Now come on. Let’s head inside and let Betty finish her work. She’ll join us later.”

“See you on the dance floor Betts.” Archie joked, winking at her and dramatically spinning around to show off his “moves”. Veronica laughed at him before pulling him away, the two of them disappearing into the gymnasium.

“Betty,” Ethel scrambled up to the table, “The appetizers are ready to go, but Josie just grabbed me and said somebody moved her earpiece after sound check, she can’t find it.”

Betty sighed. It wouldn’t be a true event without at least one problem to be handled. “Okay, I’ll go talk to her. I’m sure it’s nearby. Do me a favor and keep greeting our alumni okay?” Betty placed an encouraging hand on Ethel’s shoulder before moving down the hall, welcoming people as she went.

She was halfway to the music room when she spotted him.

College!AU Jimin
  • major: nursing 
  • minor: dance 
  • sports: lead dancer in the on campus dance team called ‘the army’ 
  • clubs: ……dance team takes up most of his time whoops (was tricked into attending one weird wicca club meeting by taehyung who was just “interested” in seeing what was going on)
  • is probably the most stressed person on campus but like he never allows it to show
  • like being in the rigorous nursing program AND getting ready for dance competitions every other month is grueling and everyone else on the team is always like in the group chat like “im dying” and jimin is like “!!!! im sorry to hear that ))): lets go out for icecream sometime it’ll make you feel better!!!!!! *one hundred heart emojis” 
  • jungkook is one of the other members of the dance team and he’s always just like “jimin what do you eat every morning?” and jimin’s like “regular breakfast, why?” and jungkook’s just like “i dont understand where the hell you get energy from” and jimin probably says something c*rny like ‘i get energy because i think about seeing yoooooou’ and jungkook is like gROSS Im RUNNING AWAy now
  • but actually jimin is straight up living off smoothies, coffee in cans, and granola bars because he’s got a major test coming up in “Health Assessment Throughout the Lifespan”, community clinic hours, and practice all in one afternoon and he isn’t gonna have time to stop and get anything to eat
  • plus when he gets back to the dorm his roommate, taehyung, probably forgot to do the grocery shopping again so he’ll probably just pass out on his textbook on his desk
  • jimin walking around campus (more like sprinting to his next class) in cute pink scrubs he got from upperclassman jin as a birthday present 
  • everyone at the community clinic loves him and he basically only works in pediatrics as a nurse because the kids just flock to him in like hoards because he has such a sweet face
  • also he is super good at copying cartoon characters and making kids laugh with really cheesy jokes
  • and the doctors and other nurses are always like “jimin, just come work in the pediatric unit when you’re done with school. jimin, please.”
  • the kids in the pediatric unit: “yeah nurse jimin!!! please!!!”
  • and that’s actually where you first meet jimin because you’re doing volunteer work in the clinic as a receptionist and you see this cute boy in bright pink being followed around by a parade of children and it’s so sweet because you see him bend down to check one kids temperature and gently tell another one that they have to go back to another nurse to get their blood taken 
  • and he’s really adorable and you grow fond of watching him do his job with such a proud, big smile 
  • but the moment you know you like him is when you see him running through the main hall, in his hands is a small coughing girl that’s clinging to his shirt and he’s just yelling for people to get out of his way so that he can get her to a bed and get a doctor and you scramble to your feet to try and catch one of the doctors who might have a free second and you like manage to find one and chase after jimin and the girl
  • and when jimin turns around, he’s sweating and panting, but he looks so relieved to see that you’ve brought the doctor over and in hurried but very precise and detailed words he explains the girls symptoms
  • and you’re honestly just in awe because one second ago he was a panicked boy running to get this girl somewhere safe and now he’s just collected himself to relay the info to the doctor 
  • and you get this swell of admiration in your chest looking at him and for one brief second before jimin runs off to get an IV he locks eyes with you and smiles
  • the most,,,,,,thankful and real smile you’ve ever seen
  • and for the rest of the day you’re just in a haze over that smile honestly 
  • but you’ve heard from other volunteers and nurses in training that jimin is really REALLY popular with everyone and that he keeps getting confessions and gifts and love notes from everyone and so you kind of give up on the thought of you ever having anything with him
  • that’s why you almost fall out of your chair when you see someone put down two strawberry banana smoothies in front of you and you look up to see that smile again 
  • and nurse jimin in his cute as hell pink scrubs with star stickers all over the front pocket is like “hey, i thought you might like a smoothie (((:”
  • and you’re just like ???? thank… and he just kinda gets red in the face because alhfsda this must be awkward but at the same time he’s like trying to think of a way to compliment you without coming off as weird 
  • and so he’s just like “i like your cardigan!” and you’re like ,,, aH thank you!! and you’re like “i like you scrubs, pink is so cute!!” and jimin just gets all confident like “yeah one of my hyungs says pink suits me, plus nurses should wear bright colors!!!” and you’re like true especially in the pediatric unit 
  • and jimin is about to say something else but you two hear a beep and you’re like ??? and he’s like ‘oh it’s my pager!!!! a patient needs me but um ,,,,, ill be back!!!!” and he like runs off again and you’re like ok one he has a pager that’s adorable two he said he’ll be back and somehow that makes your heart jump a bit ,,,
  • jimin while he’s like checking the blood pressure of the new patient is also kinda thinking about how he told he’d be back and how corny he must have sounded but also you’re so damn adorable he couldn’t help but want to see you again
  • the patient probably: um nurse park could you take my temperature you’ve been dreamily staring into space for about five minutes… jimin: oh frick yeah oh my god oops iM SORRY
  • and it’s cute you two go about your days working at the clinic and right before the shifts change jimin appears in front of you except this time in sweatpants and a loose fighting tshirt and you’re like “going to the gym?” (while also screaming inside because jimin hair is a little tousled and he looks so casual for the first time and you’re On Fire) and he’s like “nah my dance team has a competition this sunday so” and you’re like dance….team? and he’s like yeah!! our college has one you do know about it?
  • it takes you a second but you’re like WAIT you’re on that team??? didn’t they win nationals last year??? and jimin gets a little sheepish and he’s like yeah we did,,,,we beat this other team who has this dancer i really respect his name is jackson wang and he does the best flips-”
  • before you know it you and jimin are walking together out of the clinic and jimin is just naturally telling you about dance and about what happened at the clinic and you tell him about whats going on at the reception and how doctor ken tripped on a banana peel in the break room
  • and it’s cute like you two are just giggling and getting excited sharing stories and you get so happy when you find out you’re taking the same train back to campus and like 
  • it’s a little crowded and someone is pushing up against you from the back and so jimin just ever so slightly pulls you in against his chest and you’re like ;;;;;; than;;;; thank yo;;;;;you;;;; and he just smiles again and oh god park jimin stop with that smile it could kill someone it’s so sweet
  • and finally when you two are on campus you say goodbye to jimin because he has practice but you have a test to study for and he’s just like heY you know,,, you should give me your number so you can text me the days you’re at the clinic so we can like ,,,, have lunch together or something
  • and he’s scratching his neck being all adorable and you giggle like sure!!! and you exchange numbers and when you’re safe inside your dorm jimin does like a mini victory dance outside the door and the minute he gets to practice he taCKLEs jungkook like BRO THIS cute perSON GAVe me tHeir nuMbeR IM SCreAMign and jungkook is like rip but also secretly so happy to see jimin happy
  • and so after that you and jimin see a lot of each other you guys always joke around at the clinic when you can and you get to see him be super serious when dealing with patients and like 
  • you kinda get into the habit of giving jimin snacks because he always forgets money for lunch and you’re like jimin and he’s like imSOrry i spent my only five bucks on a smoothie rip and you’re like you know fruits actually have a lot of sugar in them right and he’s like i know but smoothies are better then like coffee all the time and you’re like yea true
  • jimin jokingly trying to take your temperature when you told him the hospital feels extra hot and he like leans over to feel your forehead and you’re like jimin what are you doing and he’s like ‘as expected you are very………hot’ and you’re like oh my god that’s so cheesy did you just use a pickup line on me 
  • and he’s like um gotta run 
  • but one day jimin is working overtime at the clinic and you know he even had to skip practice and you could have left two hours ago, but you wait for him at the front desk
  • and when he comes out for the first time in like ever you see jimin not looking bright and happy
  • he just looks upset and stressed out and he’s barely holding up his duffel bag and you like go over and you’re like “jimin?” and he kind of just shifts at the sound of your voice before looking up and he’s like “isn’t it late, why are you here?” and you hesitate to tell the truth but in the end you’re like “i was worried about you.” and jimin kind of looks into your eyes 
  • and you’re like silent under his intense gaze but you’re also like “jimin, what’s wrong?’ and he just 
  • he just drops his duffel bag and pulls you into this kiss that so passionate and needy and you’re caught off guard but jimin’s hands on your face and the way he feels so warm up close like it just
  • makes you lose your mind and you kiss him back
  • and honestly the only thing that stops him from like picking you up and finding some unused hospital bed is well one hospital rules but two doctor ken walks by and is like heY hO O you KIDS and you and jimin pull away in an embarrassed mess
  • and like you two bow and apologize and the doctor just laughs and is like bACK in MY day but whatever he like leaves and you and jimin stand there beside each other until you’re like 
  • “jimin…” and he kind of gets a little nervous and he’s like “yes?” and you’re like “…..let’s do that again but not in the hospital ok.” and you can visibly see him perk up and pull you into the tightest hug and he’s like !!!!!!! yes lets do it all the time,,,,outside of the hospital or maybe inside on like break or something and you’re like omf ok 
  • and that is how you two begin to date and it’s so darn cute because jimin was happy doing clinic hours before but now he’s just SUPER PUMPED about it
  • because he gets to see you and hold your hand and kiss you when no one is looking and tell you how amazing and stunning you are
  • and like it’s not long till a group of kids runs up to you and they’re like 
  • “you’re the one nurse jimin loves!!!!!” and you’re like oh my and they’re like ‘are you gonna maRRY him????” and you just fluster and you’re like well we are too young- and jimin has to come running to corral all of them up and be like sORRy and you’re like laughing because it’s fine it’s cute
  • jimin gives you tickets to come see the dance competition he’s going to be in with the team and that’s the day you meet jungkook whose like finALLY jimin has found someone else to use his corny pick up lines on and jimin is like 
  • yes i love them and i use corny pick up lines on them but don’t think you’re safe jungkook come here let me kiss your cheek- and jungkook is like SAVE ME FROM YOUR BOYFRIEND 
  • like the proud partner of jimin you are you film his part in the dance battle and when it’s announced that they won you like run down and into his arms
  • and jimin just spins you around and you guys kiss and jungkook is like GROSS but jimin and you aren’t paying attention
  • you helping jimin study while he’s working out at practice like he’s doing sit ups and you’re reading off questions from the nursing textbook and everytime he gets a question right you give him a kiss
  • on the downlow you as jin where he got jimin those pink scrubs because you want to get jimin some cute scrubs too and jin is like “oh there’s this site and it’s so good let me show you-”
  • you order jimin scrubs with like little clouds on them and jimin is like ……ok i can’t even pretend that i don’t love this is it’s so CUTE
  • and finally one night after you went out to celebrate another win with jimin’s dance team you and jimin are like going to the train and jimin as shy as he can be kind of just loops his arm around you and pulls you against him and is like against your ear
  • “we can continue celebrating at my dorm if you want, taehyung’s off studying abroad this whole month.”
  • and you’re like ok one when did jimin get such a sexy voice two you’re like yes. Yes. yes.
  • you two barely get out of the subway station before jimin is like holding your hand and just running toward his dorm and he even is like do you want me to pick you up and run up the stairs instead of taking the elevator- 
  • but you’re like jimin shush and you two makeout in the elevator
  • and then you know taehyung is gone so you can feel free to do it wherever you please
  • also jimin is like “im sweaty after the competition let’s go take a shower”
  • and who are you to say no i mean like it’s park jimin
  • in the morning jimin is just nuzzling your neck and he’s like ‘can you just live here while taehyung is away so you’re always next to me’ and you laugh like i wish
  • and you get up and jimin is like ;;; where r u going and you’re like to make you an ACTUAL breakfast and jimin is like i love you. i love you so much.
  • you and jimin eating cereal together on the couch with you sitting between his legs and then the rest of the day you both have off till 4 when your shifts start at the clinic so you just lay ontop of him and be cute
  • eskimo kissing jimin while you two are being lazy couch potatoes 
  • but the jimin is like we should play just dance i have it on my wii-
  • lmao you, jimin, jungkook, taehyung, jin, and the rest of jimins dance team playing just dance on the wii and making fun of each other for sucking at this horrible video game
  • jimin saying he lost to you ‘on purpose’
  • (he didn’t he just isn’t good at this game lmfao)
  • when you get sick jimin turns on nurse mode and he just gets so worried and panicked and you’re like jimin just get me some cough drops it’s not that deep
  • some douche said men shouldn’t be nurses and you almost punched him in the face jimin had to hold your flailing arms back
  • it’s fine though, jungkook punched the douche in the nose for you

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Here, have a Jack- and Jazz-centric almost-reveal Danny Phantom ficlet, focused on Phantom’s capture.

“Dad, no!” Jazz screamed.

Jack Fenton jumped and turned, but the damage was already done; the Fenton Bazooka’s trajectory had altered when she’d startled him, and instead of stopping him from shooting, she’d corrected his aim.

Jazz was out of breath even before the tiny body dropped out of the sky like a stone, but she kept running long after it crashed into the fountain. She stumbled down the grassy knoll to the path, using gravity to keep her feet moving even as the stitch in her side burned. She had to…had to get….

“Jazzy-pants, what’s gotten into you?” Jack asked as she careened past. He reached out to catch her arm, and she couldn’t evade him quickly enough. She sagged forward, but he held her upright. “You’re not carrying a weapon.”

She didn’t need a weapon. She just needed to get to Danny. She tried to break her father’s grip, but he wasn’t about to let her go. He might want his children to be interested in ghost hunting, but he also wanted them to be safe.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh or weep at the irony of that.

“Just stay behind me,” he said, pulling her back. “You don’t want to give the ghost any more opportunities to trick you than it already has.”

Than he already has. But it wasn’t the time for that argument. Not now. “Dad—” Her voice cracked as he pulled out the Fenton Ecto-Cuffs. “Dad, you can’t.”

“Nonsense! I just need to slap these babies on that ghost before it recovers enough to fight back.” He brandished the handcuffs and grinned at her.

And then he ignored her protests as he turned to capture his own son, her brother, just because he thought she was misguided in her belief that Phantom was the good guy.

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anonymous asked:

can you do a HCs of Yuri K, Yurio, Victor and Phichit where their s/o got in car accident but they can't sEE THEM BC THEYRE IN DIFFERENT COUNTRIES AHHHHH (thank yoU)

More angst, huh? Well, I secretly enjoy causing my followers pain, so I guess this works out, then. This was super interesting to write and I really like how it came out. This won’t really have a happy ending, just to let you know; it’s angst, after all. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for the request :3

[Viktor Nikiforov]

  • Viktor is constantly abroad because of his skating career, so it’s not unusual for you to be left alone at home while he’s away
  • You’re used to being alone and nothing bad ever really happens while Viktor is away, so when Viktor gets the call, it’s a shell shock all around
  • honestly if he got that phone call he’d probably laugh at first and ask if it were some kind of prank
  • As soon as he realized that yes, this was a real hospital, and yes, you were actually in a car accident, he tells the person on the phone that he consents to any and all care you need, no matter the cost
  • He makes sure you get the nicest room the hospital—large with a lot of windows—because he needs to make sure you’re comfortable while you wait for him to arrive; no price is too high for his baby
  • Viktor also requests that a bunch of flowers, balloons, and stuffed animals are sent to the room so you know you’re not alone and that he’s coming for you
  • omg mr. extra™ strikes again even in the midst of tragedy ugh theres no stopping this lovely man i s2g
  • He gets on his knees and begs Yakov to allow him to leave the skating camp early; Yakov refuses, of course, because the skaters at the camp were promises Viktor Nikiforov, and dammit they’re going to get him
  • Viktor only offers him a smile and a chipper goodbye before going to pack his things to get on the earliest flight home available
  • and Yakov is gonna be furious but this is vitya we’re talking about; he should have expected this from him
  • Viktor covers himself with a blanket on the plane, softly crying into the fabric while he hopes with all of his heart that you’re doing okay; he makes a vow to himself to protect you and make sure nothing like this ever happens again

[Yuri Katsuki]

  • Yuri always feels guilty when he leaves you home while he travels for skating, but you manage to get through it
  • Being the worrywart he is, Yuri has a sixth sense when it comes to you and your safety and wellbeing, but his feelings usually betray him when he senses something
  • This time, though, his gut feeling rings true when he gets a call from a hospital back home, informing him that you were in a terrible car accident
  • can you imagine how devastated he’s be ???? with his anxiety already terrible from being in the midst of competition are already bad and ugh the poor baby ;-;
  • Thankfully, he’s already skated his short program, and he’s able to leave the rink to get back to his hotel room, where he turns off the lights and sits in the dark
  • Yuri sits on the floor, crying into his knees with sobs that wrack his entire body while he mumbles to himself about how sorry he is that he isn’t there for you and how he blames himself for what’s happened
  • omg but baby it wasn’t your fault ;-; ugh this angst is too much I’m sorry y’all
  • He keeps his phone near and waits for word from you; he’s so anxious to hear from you that he jumps out of his skin and scrambles to reach his phone every time it lights up from a notification
  • His mom calls him to see how he’s doing in competition, and he tells her about what happened to you, and she’s just as heartbroken as he is; she consoles him and assures him that he can see you tomorrow after he’s finished with completion
  • omg leave it to mama katsuki to make everything better ugh i love that woman ;-;
  • Yuri goes to bed with a shivering body, silently swearing to you that he’ll come to be with you the second his free program is over tomorrow

[Yuri Plisetsky]

  • Distance doesn’t really bother Yuri, as long as he knows he’ll be able to see you again soon; it’s always been manageable with phone calls and social media
  • Yuri is at a skating camp in Japan with he Russian Skate Squad™ and Yuuri when he gets the call from the hospital at home, telling him you’ve been in an accident
  • “Hold the fuck up. A car accident? (Y/N) was in a car accident? You’re full of shit. You’re lying to me. Assholes, who the fuck is this?”
  • Yuri feels sad after the person on the phone tells him this isn’t a joke, but it only lasts momentarily before every cell in his body is seething with rage
  • He storms out of the rink without warning or permission, not bothering to put his blade guards on or take of his skates
  • Yuri barges into a supply closet that he used to warm up before his face-off with Japanese Yuuri and slams the door behind him
  • He grabs a can of the cleaning spray they use inside of the rental skates and throws it as hard as he can at the wall, satisfied with the loud noise it makes on impact
  • and at this point he’s practically sobbing but he can’t feel it because his blood is boiling :( what an angry sad kitten ;-;
  • Yuri grabs anything and everything he can get his hands on, smashing them into the ground and the walls, screaming and yelling about how angry he is at the person who did this to you while tears stream down his cheeks
  • Yuuko finds him and begs him to calm down and to stop destroying her shit before bringing him to the locker room to calm down so she can clean the closet before they talk
  • Yuri sits on a bench in the locker room, hoping you’re safe and the person who caused the accident will suffer because of what they’ve done to his love

[Phichit Chulanont]

  • Phichit is back home in Thailand after his skating season for a short break before going back to Detroit when tragedy makes it’s way into his life
  • and he’s constantly texting you and sending you snapchats so like ???? the one second you don’t answer it’s already a red flag off for him
  • He receives a call from the hospital in Detroit, letting him know they have you in their care after a brutal car accident, and he doesn’t take it well at all
  • Phichit gets on the FaceTime app as fast as humanly possible, trying to reach you and see that beautiful face of yours
  • As soon as he realizes that you won’t be picking up any time soon, he goes to his camera roll, snapchat memories, and Instagram feed to look at any and all photos of you he has in his possession
  • and he’d start crying at the sight of your beautiful, healthy face because he suddenly misses you so much ;-; he just needs to know if you’re okay and it’s killing him :((((((
  • Unable to stand looking at simple photos, he goes to your contact and calls you over and over, biting his nails while he waits for the ringer to go to voicemail
  • Phichit listens to your voicemail greeting again and again, reveling in the sound of your voice and imagining that its actually you speaking into his ears
  • He leaves voicemails after every call, asking you how you’re doing, if you miss him, and he tells you how much he loves and misses you, and how he can’t wait to see you
  • and of course on every message he’s choked up and sobbing the entire time and ugh it’s so heartbreaking to think about ;-;
  • Phichit tells his family that his break will be ending a few days early—he needs to get back to Detroit to see you—before crawling in bed and clutching his phone to his chest, wishing to hear from you soon
An Eternity (Young!Remus x Reader)

Pairing: Young!Remus x reader

Requested: Yes.

Era: Marauders

Summary: Y/n is a library assistant at Hogwarts (along with being a student there), and Remus begins to visit the library just to see her. He loves everything about her from her stunning beauty to her adorable mannerisms.

Warnings: Cuteness and fluff?

Rating: Fluffy.

A/n: This is my first time writing for Remus! I hope you enjoy. L/n= last name, h/c= House Color

Title: An Eternity


Sirius smacks Remus’ arm, his eyebrows shooting up when he drops the pile of books in surprise. “S-Sirius, what the hell was that for?” Remus mutters, picking up the books quickly before glaring at his friend. Sirius laughs loudly, earning a glare from the librarian.

“You were staring at that girl again- ah, what’s her name…” He snaps his fingers, squinting his eyes in mock concentration.

“Y/n, y/n l/n.” Remus says softly, bowing his head slightly as he does. “You know her name Sirius, don’t act like you don’t…anyways, I wasn’t looking at her.” He mumbles, readjusting his grip on the pile of books. Sirius raises his eyebrows, turning to him dramatically.

“Now, now, don’t lie Remus.”

Fine, okay. I was looking at her- but I wasn’t staring!” He closes his eyes briefly. “I was…admiring. There’s a difference.” Sirius holds his hands up before grabbing a few of the books from his friend, setting them down on a table.

“In that case, let’s study here…then you can admire y/n for a little longer, hm?” Before Remus has a chance to protest, Sirius sits down and begins flipping through one of the books. Remus sits reluctantly, still looking at y/n as he does. He smiles slightly as she tugs on the sleeve of her h/c sweater, laughing and looking down to the ground. That was something he’d notice her do a lot; smile down at the ground and tug on her sleeves. It was rather cute, and Remus couldn’t help but blush every time she did it. And Merlin, her laugh. Remus could listen to her all day, whether she was talking or laughing, and he wouldn’t get bored of it. He could stare into her e/c eyes and get lost in them for an eternity, yet he couldn’t manage a single word to her. Every time he tried he found himself frozen, unable to speak to her.

Sirius glances over at his friend, smiling slightly when he follows his gaze and sees y/n. He nudges Remus, gaining his attention. “You know, if you ever need help, I’m quite the ladies man.” Remus’ widens his eyes at this.

“Oh really? Please help me Sirius.” Although his voice is laced with sarcasm, Sirius smiles widely.

“Well, since you asked so kindly…” Before Remus can process what he’s doing, Sirius shoots up and leaps over the table, and Remus scrambles out after him, hissing his name quietly as he walks quickly to catch up. Sirius quickens his pace, reaching y/n in only a few seconds. “Helllloo, Miss y/l.” Y/n glances up at Sirius, smiling softly.

“Hey Sirius. Uh, what can I help you with?”

“Oh, nothing. I was just thinking, you haven’t met Remus by chance- have you?” Y/n shakes her head slowly.

“We have a few classes together, but we’ve never really talked before.” She glances to Sirius’ side, seeing Remus standing next to him. Y/n smiles slightly, nodding her head at him.

“Ah, well, Y/n…this is Remus.” Sirius yanks Remus forward and pats his shoulder. Remus’ face burns bright red, and he stares down at the ground.

“Hello, Remus.” Y/n’s smile widens and she tugs on her sleeve before extending her hand. “I’m Y/n.”

When Remus glances up, his eyes meet y/n’s e/c eyes, and every thought seems to leave his head. He feels as if he’s somewhere else when he reaches his hand out, gently holding hers and they shake hands.

“H-hello, Y/n. I’m- I’m Remus, Remus Lupin.”

#1 Auston Matthews [Part 3]

Can you make a part 3 of the first Auston matthews imagine?

yes part 3 for the auston one!!

tbh i got tired of decimals

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

will be TWO more parts and then i swear im done. 

look how cuddly he looks

Warnings: language??

Song suggestion of the day: monsoon by hippo campus

Originally posted by werenskiz

To be honest, this was not how you’d expected your week to go. You were currently seated in the back of the car with your furious best friend in the drivers seat, too angry to even speak. It’d been about three weeks since the kiss that you and Auston had shared and to be honest, neither you, nor Auston, had done much about the whatever-it-was between you, since then. At least now you had an idea why.

The day had started fine with you, Mitch and Auston sat in Mitch’s living room with Marns flicking aimlessly through the TV as he waited for his girlfriend to finish getting ready. Auston was nudging your foot slightly with his from his spot on the other couch, smirking slightly as he watched the screen and you attempted to ignore him.

“Stop!” you whined with a laugh as Mitch finally switched off the TV. Auston only grinned wider and Mitch huffed, narrowing his eyes at the two of you and stalking off into the kitchen. Mitch knew that you and Auston were now a…whatever-you-were, but his suspicious looks were beginning to creep you out.

“Matts, can you give me a hand with this?” Mitch called from the kitchen as Steph finally walked into the living room, tying her long blonde hair up as she plonked down into Auston’s recently vacated seat.

“What?” Steph questioned, picking up on your continual stare.

You shrugged, dropping your gaze. “Mitch is acting weird. He literally just asked Auston to help him.”

Mitch had made a point of doing everything for himself after his concerns of being ‘too small for the NHL’. He’d also become sort of diet obsessed for a bit, but you didn’t dwell on that.

“He probably wants bro-time.” Steph shrugged, scooching down to the other end of the couch, closest to the kitchen to see if she could hear the boys. You scrambled after her, straining slightly to catch Auston’s hushed tone.

“-the fuck do you mean, ‘what are my intentions with her?’ you’re not her dad, marns.” 

“Well you’re acting like it never happened. What the hell am I supposed to think?!” Mitch retorted in a whisper. “She’s as good as family. Stay the fuck away from her.”

“Weren’t you the one trying to set us up? The fuck, marns?!”

“Well I’m sorry if I actually believed for a moment that you could be a good person!”

“you’re saying I’m a bad person because I don’t have a girlfriend?”

There was a beat before Mitch spoke again, his voice dangerously quiet. “She’s like a sister to me, Matts. She’s your friend too. I don’t care if you don’t want a girlfriend. Hell, I don’t care if you want to keep wheeling ten different girls but at least have the decency to-”

You’d stopped listening after that. Steph was staring at you wide eyed and pitiful. Okay, you’d known auston had a reputation but the way he’d kissed you that night… You shook your head, god you were so stupid.

The car ride to the game was uncomfortably tense. You hadn’t realised that Auston’s hand had been resting on your knee for a majority of the trip till he removed it and shuffled away from you slightly. Steph was glancing pointedly at Mitch every so often and the boys weren’t speaking to each other.

The game was almost as painful as the car trip back home. The leafs had lost. Embarrassingly. You and Steph had waited by the locker rooms only to bear witness to Auston’s spontaneous make-put session with some girl you didn’t recognise, and Mitch’s subsequent spontaneous combustion. Needless to say you, mitch and steph drove home without auston. Mitch was angrier at himself than anything else, ranting until he ran out of words and just sat there glaring at the road.

You and steph thought it best to just stay quiet until you got back to Mitch’s place, where mitch sulked for another hour before steph finally got fed up.

“If anyone should be angry it’s Y/N” steph interjected. “and you don’t see her throwing a fit.”

Mitch ignored her statement and glanced at you before turning his attention back to his girlfriend. “Do you know how cute they would have been if he would just admit he’s afraid of commitment and stop being a tool?!”

“Mitch,” you tried quietly. “Calm down. I’m fine. He’s made his choice. We’re all adults now.”

Still unsatisfied, Mitch resigned to grumbling under his breath every now and again but otherwise said no more on the subject.

“Let’s watch a movie or something.” Steph suggested. “Just like old times.”

You smiled, grateful for the distraction and mitch nodded reluctantly. “Fine.”

Truthfully, you really just wanted to curl up and cry yourself to sleep but you knew if you cried in front of either of your friends they would straight up kill Auston. Despite how hurt you were over this whole thing, that was the last thing you wanted. Hopefully, mitch would gt over this soon and stop tearing a rift in the team, because the friction between him and auston was really doing them no favours. But fuck, did it hurt.

How to Change a Fuqboi (Yoongi)

Word Count: 3,139

Loosely inspired by the song “Fuqboi” by Hey Violet

Rated M (language and like REALLY REALLY suggestive sh!t yo 😂)

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

How to Change A Fuqboi

Volume 1: Happenstance (Jungkook)
Volume 2: For-Getting His Attention (Jimin)
Volume 3: Bonding and Binding (Taehyung)
Volume 4: One and Done (Yoongi)
Volume 5: Unintentional Liar (Seokjin)
Volume 6: To Be Loved (Namjoon)
Volume 7: Checklist (Hoseok)


Step 1) Know who (or what)* you’re dealing with

So far, we’ve attempted to conquer the “standard,” first-level fuck boy; a friend with hardly any benefits; and a #SorryNotSorry boyfriend. All of these stories have had one thing in common: some sort of ongoing relationship. But what happens when he flat out refuses to continue talking to you?

The distinct smells of the campus’s main food court float around you, baking bread, frying potatoes, boiling vegetables, salty broth, and sautéd chicken among other things.

It wasn’t the best idea, waiting until after your last class to eat. Was it.

No, I’m not poking fun at you. I’m simply calling into question your choices because I can CLEARLY hear your stomach rumbling.

Thankfully, the din of dozens of conversations drown out the sounds of your protesting stomach AND the sharp breath you inhale when you see him.

“Yoongi!” his name leaves your lips with an embarrassing amount of excitement and you forcibly restrain yourself from hurdling the tables, instead haphazardly snaking around them.

At first, he doesn’t seem to notice you, attention fixed on one of his numerous friends who keeps making pitiful attempts at catching a thrown candy in his mouth. But as you get closer and call his name again, Yoongi visibly stiffens.

“Sunbae,” you skid to a stop and dip in a polite bow, bouncing back up to search his expression, purposefully using THAT word, “I thought you said you were busy after class today.”

“I AM busy.” Yoongi’s curt tone causes a couple heads to turn in your direction.

“But you said we would hang out next time you’re free and you SEEM…”

“What? Free? Well I’m not,” his dark eyes glint with irritation.

Something ugly twists in your stomach as you search for words. Thankfully, you don’t get far, “I thought-”

“Can’t you take a hint, kid? It was ONE TIME. Stop calling me, stop texting me, I don’t WANT to talk to you,” Yoongi’s voice raises in volume until ALL of his friends have turned to ogle and snigger at the conversation, only adding to the sudden avalanche of humiliation. “Get LOST.”

“Okay,” the small squeak is the only thing that can leave your dry mouth. So with the fiery sensation of about a dozen eyes drilling into the back of your skull, you flee the food court as if they had literally burned you, hunger forgotten.

The harsh chill of early winter air immediately nips at your nose, stinging your cheeks, but does nothing to numb the emotional pain.

Feet on autopilot to the parking lot, your mind is free to either to replay Yoongi’s rejection and his friends’ derisive laughter like a cruel broken record OR, probably preferably, get lost in the pleasant memories of first meeting him.

One of your older friends, a graduate student, had invited you over for a “movie-night,” assuring you that there would only be a few people, lots of snacks, and “worst case scenario” you wouldn’t have to talk to anyone if you felt uncomfortable because there would be a film to watch.

The argument that ultimately won you over, however, was her desperate plea for assistance.

She actually got down on her knees, saying, “Jinyoung is coming and you can’t leave me alone with him! What if I do something stupid?”

At first you didn’t see how you could be helpful. At all. But after a few more scrambled appeals you finally pieced together her train of thought.

“So what you’re saying is because I’m younger and won’t know anyone, keeping me company will be a great excuse to back out of anything you don’t feel comfortable doing,” you rolled your eyes, irked at the implied inferiority due to your age, but for WHATEVER reason, you agreed anyway. Such a nice doormat.

Thankfully, she hadn’t lied. The moment you arrived, you were able to pile your plate high with junk food, ignore practically everyone, and curl up on the couch. Legs tucked underneath you, body pressed as far into the cushions as possible, you attempted to make yourself scarce. Not all grad students are intimidating, snobby, and rude, but these ones definitely were. Well, at least they were feeding you?

While your friend and some of the guests debated over the movie selection, you couldn’t help but idly scan their faces, looking futilely for familiarity or even friendliness. But they all seemed to want to avoid you like the plague.


Someone entered from the kitchen and immediately, in the most ridiculously cliched way possible, your attention was drawn to him like he had your gaze on a string.

Dyed blonde hair half hidden under a black beanie framed a pale complexion, a moody expression, and a perplexingly sharp gaze, considering he looked unmistakably bored. He was wearing a red and black flannel, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, front unbuttoned to reveal a v-neck black shirt that kissed the skin just under his collar bones, and a pair of ripped black jeans. Someone clearly has a favorite color. To top it all off, he’d donned faded red converse- and despite being the only color of cloth on him that’s NOT black, it wasn’t even the same red as the flannel.

But let’s be honest, even a blind person would admit he’s attractive and there was something about his presence… an aloof cockiness that naturally, violently pulled people’s attention (namely yours) to him like gravity.

His gruff voice broke through the haze like tapping on ice, “This seat taken?”

“N-no, it’s free,” cheeks blazing, you stuttered, shifting around awkwardly, as if you needed to make room for him on the otherwise empty couch that could comfortably fit five people.

“Good,” he practically grunted, plopping down approximately in the middle of the sofa. If it had been any closer, you might have suspected he was interested in you. If it had been any further, social cues would have dictated he was definitely not. And yet there he sat. Right in the fucking middle.

Okay, yes, that last statement is me just being irritated on your behalf, but it’s not like YOU were about to set him straight.

He began to pick at the snacks on his plate absentmindedly, paying zero attention to you.

The following question flitted around in your mind like an annoying fly. If he didn’t want to talk, why ask to sit here when there were obviously other spaces available?

A greeting balanced on the edge of your tongue, but truth be told you already knew who he was. The friend who had invited you was polite enough to provide a brief description of the other prospective guests.

The last on her list had been a “Min Yoongi.”

When you asked if there was anything noteworthy about him, her only reply was, “He’s a walking trope. You’ll know him when you see him.”

If Mr. Cold Shoulder over here wasn’t the definition of “angsty young adult semi-hipster,” you would’ve just stayed quiet and minded your own business. Then again, maybe that would have been the better option because for some reason, he pulled off the stereotype perfectly and you were as vulnerable as a moth to an open flame. A bonfire sized open flame.

*Clarification: there are many types of people and obviously, some are easier to get along with or understand than others.

Step 2) Communication** is key

Talking is easy, effectively communicating is much more difficult. To get any message across, there are three components. One, you must know what you want to say. This one is relatively simple, but don’t make the mistake of being at a “loss for words.” Two, know what you want the other person to hear. Basically, what message do you want them to take away?

And lastly, but most importantly, make sure you are speaking the same “language.” I don’t mean this literally, just that it must be possible to UNDERSTAND one another.

Today, he’s decided to be gentle, probably in retribution for being so rude earlier.

Yoongi’s fingers dance at an achingly slow pace across your skin, a ballroom floor on which the couples are too caught up in the presence of each other to be attentive to the beat of the music.

You fight to keep control of your breathing, ears acutely listening for any sign that your parents have stopped watching their movie to randomly check up on you, but of course your attention falters slightly as soon as he begin toying with the hem of your skirt.

His cold digits push the material so it gathers at your hips, finger tips leaving goosebumps in their wake. You’re not entirely sure whether it’s this or the thought of his dark, licentious gaze that sends a shiver down your spine as you’re too scared to actually open your eyes and meet it directly.

Battling your own body is a difficult thing to do, but you manage to pull a shaky inhale through your nose and let it out softly between parted lips as his fingers slip past the soft cloth of your underwear.

A shudder runs through your frame as he begins an aggressively slow waltz, circling at tantalizingly delicious pace, building you higher and higher until all you can think is “fuck why isn’t he using his tongue?” before tipping over the edge, every muscle in your body clenching, falling, trembling.

Your eyelids flutter open to the emptiness of your room as you ease your ragged breathing, extracting your hand from your underwear.

I guess this takes the phrase “dancing with myself” to a whole new level, huh? Sorry, the joke was there and I just- okay back to the story.

It’s not half as pleasant as when Yoongi was ACTUALLY with you, but at this point, it’s not like you can help it.

Waddling to the bathroom due to the sensitivity, you drown the last of the evidence of your little imaginary adventure in a warm cascade of water. Once your bedroom door is safely between you and your parents again, you decide to check your phone.

Still nothing, but do you really expect more? After humiliating you earlier this afternoon, maybe you DO expect an apology, but Yoongi has NEVER been the type to text back. Ever. It’s unfair, really, that he seems so detached from what you thought was a strong connection- but maybe that’s just you being oblivious and far too trusting.

As your friend finished setting up the movie and continued mingling, you sat in relatively close (yet also far) proximity to Yoongi, physically unable to tear your gaze away from him, and a grand total of seven minutes passed before he said another word to you. These came in the form of an absolutely worth waiting for, mind blowing question, “Are you going to finish those?”

He loosely gestured to the pile of sweet cakes on your plate, which you WERE fully intending on finishing, but how could you say no to a cute guy?

“No! Do you want some?”

Well, I mean I GUESS that works.

Yoongi said nothing as he relieved you of the snacks, but he did give you an excuse to start talking to him, “So… Yoongi, right?”


Pulse thundering, you waited for a few seconds, unsure whether or not he would ask for your name. Of course, he didn’t, so you tried again, “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you, sunbae.”

Yes, you tacked on the honorific, hoping it would get his attention. It did.

“That’s nice,” Yoongi finally looked at you again, one of his eyebrows popping in curiosity, the corners of his lips quirking almost imperceptibly upward, and was it just me or did he get slightly closer? “Like what? There aren’t a lot of good things to say.”

For some reason, his words caused a small, pleasant tightening in your stomach.

“Well she was right. You’re kind of attractive,” you shrugged as nonchalantly as possible, lying with ease in a desperate attempt to keep his attention, because your friend had said absolutely nothing of the sort.

“Kind of?” Yoongi’s eyes narrowed in challenge, but this time I’m SURE he DID get the tiniest bit closer.

“Kind of,” you agreed, toying coyly with a lock of your hair, letting out a giggle.

He let out a displeasured hum, turning his attention back to his plate. The loss hit you squarely in the chest like Yoongi had actually punched you, and you couldn’t help but scramble to maintain the conversation.

Desperately, you reached back for the thing that originally got a reaction from him, the honorific, “Does that mean you disagree, sunbae?”

You’re still not exactly sure how, but less than fifteen minutes later, you found yourself with your back pressed against the bathroom’s cold tile floor, being pounded into sweet oblivion. The two of you spent more time going at it than you did talking, but I’m not here to judge you.

His subtle charismatic gravity must have blinded you to the usual red flags: the relatively short time since you met, the place in which he chose to do the deed, and let’s not forget the fact that he didn’t even know your name. (He probably still doesn’t).

But you KNEW what kind of silent agreement you had made when he let his hand rest casually yet suggestively on your knee. You KNEW that you were as inconsequential to him as the room in which he fucked you.

And you knew how terribly infatuated you were, but who cares about consequences, right?

**Definition: COMMUNICATION (noun)- the successful conveying or sharing of ideas and feelings

Step 3) Know when to cut your losses***

Sometimes, people ARE lost causes. By this volume, you’ve no doubt figured that out. And as a friend of mine once said, “You can’t fix a fuckboy, you can only hope that they heal from whatever wound they have in their hearts.”

You had been…unfortunate enough to receive his contact information from the friend who invited you to the movie night.

So two missed calls and fifteen unanswered, left on “read” texts later, you’re humiliated to say the least. It’s only been five days since meeting him, not even a full WEEK, and you’re already a mess.

Couldn’t he at least have the decency to let you down in person? Oh wait, he DID do that.

A sad tingle runs from your heart to your fingertips- well less of a tingle and more of a numbness and your feet seem heavier than normal as you traverse the length of the campus, emotionally exhausted and simply ready to go home. Maybe you’ll be lucky enough to avoid-

Your eyes lock on his familiar figure instantly.

Life can’t even keep its foot out of your ass for a single DAY?

Yoongi is sitting with his friends again, crowded around a table outside of the Natural Sciences Hall, but this time you’ve learned your lesson. There’s NO way you would ever even THINK of approaching-

“Hey Yoongi, isn’t that the girl from yesterday?” with an outburst of obnoxious laughter, the boy who had been trying to catch candy in his mouth points at you.

Aaaaaand now you’re approaching.


“Yeah, that’s her alright,” Yoongi rolls his eyes, an action that pierces you right through the core.

Your determined march skids to a rather ungraceful halt as you fight your own body to stand tall instead of tremble before him. His friends watch you with various levels of disinterest, but your attention is solely on Yoongi in his all-black, homeless hipster getup, this time only accented by those faded red converse.

He picks idly at invisible lint on his overcoat, avoiding eye contact, but of course this does not deter you from saying, “I get it. You think I’m just some desperate little girl who can’t take a hint.”

Did you REALLY just quote him?What is this? A kdrama? Are you now going to get up on your soap box and tell him all about how “wrong” he is-? Sorry! Sorry. I’ll stop. This is about you, not me.

After a few, excruciatingly long seconds tick by, Yoongi gives the DEEPEST, most fed up, award winning sigh you’ve ever heard before slowly coming to the realization that you AREN’T leaving. He rolls his gaze to you, “Am I wrong in thinking that?”

Your cheeks immediately flush in indignation, the intoxicating nature of his presence making it difficult to speak- not to mention think of a good comeback.

The answer that comes out of your mouth is a shaky, “Yes.”

Yoongi scoffs, voice raspy and tone demeaning, “Is that so?”

***Elaboration: Sometimes, losses can also be classified as gains. It simply depends on how you frame it in your mind. Mistakes can be learned from. The only true failure is the self-denial of growth.

Step 4) Give up**** and realize he’ll never change

“Yes,” you affirm with more surety than you knew you were capable of possessing at the moment. “Because I realized something.”

You have no idea where these words are coming from, but as he quirks an eyebrow at you, they seem to bubble up from a place of rising confidence, a place of a heightened sense self worth.

Maybe you finally understand that you have more value than that plate of shit he’s been offering. Maybe you have a single moment of clarity in which your head surfaces from above the murky waters of his gravitational pull.

Or maybe… you’ve just finally decided to start listening to me?

“We wouldn’t work out anyway,” you tell him with a small smile, “You’re clearly out of my league but honestly, I’m glad you’re comfortable enough with your self image to lower your standards. That takes some REAL character… but also some desperation, no? Maybe you should try and hide it a bit better just so other girls and your friends don’t find out about your LITTLE problem- oops, sorry, SUNBAE. See you around!”


You did NOT just use that dominance kink against him. SLAY, GURL, SLAY.

Yes, it had taken a moment of self deprecation, but to you, it was worth the fatal plummet of Yoongi’s ego from smug agreement to humiliated despair.

With a quick bow, you scurry away to the invigorating soundtrack of his friends’ mocking laughter and the beginnings of a heated interrogation as to the meaning of your “little problem” comment.

Ultimately, he fended off your advances like a pro fuckboy, earning his “no strings attached” and “heart breaker” badge, but damn it will take him a while to smooth that one over.

So he may have “won,” but in my book, YOU are the WINNER.

****Correction: sometimes, persistence DOES pay off.


A/N: I KNOW I KNOW THIS TOOK FOREVER. I just hated the first couple of drafts that came out and was so uninspired that it took the precious bb @roseok to finally get things in gear again. Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoyed!

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Stay or Go

Request: Can you write an imagine about a 5'6 curvy but toned (hourglass shape) dark-skinned African-American woman that works with Tony (not an Avengers) and is good friends with Bucky or Steve. She also has feelings for either one but think he only sees her as a friend but actually he’s in love with her but doesn’t think she’ll date him because he’s white.

Tony danced around the lab like an idiot, while you continued with the schematics for a new weapon to put on Tony’s suit. Any other day you might have joined in. His music taste wasn’t all bad, every now and again he’d surprise you with very old music that you liked, usually from your parents playing it around the house. However, today you were gripped by this unexplainable need to finish the schematic you’d been working on for a new defense mechanism for Tony’s suit. You could call it a stroke of genius inspiration, and you had to get it done before the inspiration left. Tony may have been a bit flamboyant today but he did not get in the way of your work.

“Tony, what the hell?!” A new voice yelled, you jumped a bit and looked up to see who was yelling. It was Steve, you looked over at Tony suspiciously wondering what he had done to piss of Captain America. Tony shrugged as the two of you made eye contact.

“What did I do this time?” Tony asked nonchalantly. You found it amazing how calm he could be when a very annoyed super soldier was stalking into the office.

“If you thought the fire crackers in a pot gag was funny, think again,” he growled. You gave Tony a look of pure incredulity. Why would he do that?

“It was as good a wake up call as any,” Tony said, his voice skipping up a few octaves as he became defensive. He was more or less pleading his case to you.

“I’m so sorry about him, Stevie. I should have known that if he wasn’t bothering me he would bother you. Are you guys alright? How’s Bucky?” you asked, setting your pen down and accepting that you were going to have to take a break. Steve stopped glaring at Tony long enough to look at you and answer.

“He’s fine now, but if Tony had even a bit of sense-”

“It seemed like something familiar for him to wake up to,” Tony interrupted. He was being an asshole and you fully intended to give him a piece of your mind once Steve left.

“We both know sometimes Tony is lacking in the sense department. I’ll handle Tony, you get back to Bucky. I’ll visit this evening.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” Steve sighed, then shot one more glare at Tony for good measure. You watched Steve leave then you turned your glare to Tony. He was reclining in a desk chair, throwing popcorn in the air and catching it in his mouth.

“You are such an asshole, you know that?” you tried to keep from yelling at him, but he could just be so annoying and selfish.

“I am aware of that, yes,” he responded.

“I get that you don’t like Bucky, and that’s fine, but do you have to antagonize him?”

“Well given that he-”

“Oh stop it! We both know the story. You know he was brainwashed to do those things. Bucky shouldn’t be HYDRA’s scapegoat!” you argued.

“If it wasn’t for him, my parents would still be alive. If you ask me I’d say I’m going easy on him.”

“Tony, I am your friend but I have to call you out on your bull shit. What you’re doing is wrong. I know you’ve got your own problems that you’re trying to work through but vengeance is a double edged sword, and it’ll cut you too.”

“Ugh, I hated when you talk in riddles,” he threw his head back, as if  exhausted.

“Well if karma doesn’t kick your ass, Steve will. First you won’t allow Bucky to go home with his best friend because you want to ‘keep an eye on him’ then while he’s here you torture the poor man. Steve has started fights for less Tony, and with all due love and respect, without your suit you ain’t got shit on Captain America. And if Cap fights then Sam and Bucky fight, and do you want another civil war?”

“I think you’re just mad because I’m toying with your crush,” Tony grinned.

Without thinking you threw the nearest object at him. It was a little piece titanium that hit him right in the arm.

“Ow, dammit,” he complained rubbing his arm, “Fine I’ll go easy on your boyfriend.”

“You’ll let him go live with Steve.”

“Well if I do that then you’ll never see him,” Tony pointed out. You looked around for something else to throw at him but the things at your desk were either needed materials or simply too big to just chuck at Tony.

“That doesn’t matter, Tony. It’s not like he likes me anyway, so how about you let him and Cap go on their merry way,” you said dejectedly.

“So you can just keep being the supportive friend?”

“You don’t even like Bucky why are you suddenly trying to be a matchmaker?”

“Because I like you, and you are too damned cute to look that sad about some guy. Especially Bucky. He’s like 90, he’d be a damned idiot not to want you. You could do sooo much better though.”  

“Duly noted, but I still would like it if you didn’t hold Bucky hostage here. He’s obviously not happy.”

“If that’s what you really want,” Tony sighed getting up from his chair, “I’ll deliver the news now.”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah yeah,” he grumbled.

Steve sat on the sofa in Bucky’s room, recalling the events of his talk with Tony, “I think Y/N is giving him what for. She has away of twisting his arm and getting her way.”

“Yeah, she’s something else,”Bucky said fondly. Steve looked over at him with his lips pursed. Only a fool would miss how crazy Bucky was about Y/N. Just the mention of your name could bring a smile to his face. You and Steve became friends shortly after the battle of New York. You worked in tech, fixing his equipment, and the rest of the teams after the battle. He had come to like you instantaneously. Anybody who could make Tony Stark shut up was someone he could be friends with. That being said, if his best friend was going to try and date anyone he didn’t mind that it was you.

“She’s really great Buck, and super nice,” Steve began, obviously talking you up in hopes of actually making Bucky do more than befriend you. You and Bucky became easy friends through Steve, you had a good sense of humor and it made Bucky laugh when he didn’t even feel like smiling.

“Steve, I know what you’re doing. And you don’t have to sell her good qualities to me, I already know she’s great. She isn’t the problem.”

“Then what is? If you know that she’s great then you know that she’s not going to be available forever. Her career might take her away, somebody  might come along, see how great she is and make a move.”

“Then that someone should, they’d probably be better for her… and more her type.”

“What does that mean, Buck?” Steve asked in an exasperated tone.

“Well she’s…”

“African American? Buck, you never had a problem with African American’s not even in the forties, so what the hell are you talking about?”

“I don’t have a problem with her being African American, her skin is beautiful it’s like all the things good in this world put into the richest color.”

“Well alright Hemingway, if it’s not her race then what’s holding you back?”

She might have a problem with me being white. I mean historically speaking, she would have a little bit of a right to it,”he said with a forlorn sigh.

“I highly doubt that Bucky. She’s our friend, it would be a little counterintuitive for her to be so close to us and harbor ill feelings towards us.”

“Being friends and being romantically involved are two very different things.”

“You’ll never know if you don’t ask,” Steve countered, “Worst case scenario she say no and we all continue to be friends.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Sure it is-” A knock on the door interrupted Steve’s sentence. Steve looked towards the door confused as to who it could be. He opened the door and immediately frowned as he saw Tony standing there.

“What do you want?” Steve asked.

“I’d like to talk to you in private for a while. Without the murder-sicle listening in.”

Steve rolled his eyes but stepped out and closed the door. Tony walked away from the door and down the hall.

“Listen,” Tony began in hushed voice, “Y/N has convinced me to let you and your friend skip off into the sunset.”

“Really?” Steve asked skeptically.

“She’s got a good heart and she’s good at persuading me, but there’s a small problem.”

“And what’s that?” Steve figured there was catch it seemed too easy for him to just let them be.

“It’s Y/N, I know you guys are all friends or whatever, but she’s crazy about Bucky. I’m pretty sure sometimes I catch her writing his name with hearts around it on her data. It’s sickening, and kind of sad really,” Tony said more to himself, “If you guys go then she won’t see Bucky anymore and she’ll probably start listening to Unbreak My Heart and crying and I can’t see her like that.”

“…I’ll just let Bucky decide what he wants to do,” Steve said after a moment.

“I know Bucky is into her. I don’t care how scrambled your brains are you’d have to be blind and dumb not to like her. So tell him to stop being a coward and just ask her on a date,” Tony’s tone was exasperated.

“Great, thanks Tony,” Steve’s tone was largely just annoyed now, but Tony did have a point and there was really only one thing to do. Tony went back the way he came, hands shoved in his pockets. Steve went back inside to deliver the news. Bucky looked at him expectantly, wondering what layer of torture Tony was adding now.

“What is it?” Bucky asked when Steve didn’t start talking immediately.

“Tony’s letting you go, says you can come live with me if you want to.”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up in surprise he had not been expecting that, “What? Really?”

“Yeah… if you want to we can go off to DC… but you probably won’t see Y/N again.”

“Well, like you said she’ll find somebody,” he tried to shrug and be nonchalant.

“Well… you could ask her now…before you leave. And if she says no, which I highly doubt she will, then you’re leaving anyway.”

“What if she says yes?”

“Well… I’ve been looking at places in Brooklyn,” Steve shrugged.

“Fine. What’s the worst that could happen.”

You sat tinkering with program you were looking at. It was the final piece for today’s inspiration. Tony was sitting in his chair again, tossing a ball in the air. He was being tolerable again, and for that you were grateful. You sighed, trying not to think about the fact that Bucky would surely leave and that would be it. Just as the thought began to pull at your heart strings there was a knock on the glass doors of the lab. Both you and Tony looked at the door, startled by the noise. It was Bucky, he looked as beautiful as always. He pointed at you and then curled his finger as if to say, “come here.” You got up and as you walked past Tony he hit you in the butt with a stack of papers.

“Hey, don’t chicken out. Tell him.”

“What? No,” you stopped looking back at him.

“Look at you. Look at yourself, you are gorgeous. Make your ego bigger than your ass.”

“Ha ha,” you rolled your eyes and continued out, “What’s up?” you asked being sure the door closed behind her.

“…Tony has finally decided to let me go off with Steve.”

“Yeah, you must be excited,” you said trying to muster up some kind of mirth to be in your tone. You knew you should be happy; this was going to make HIM happy. However, he didn’t look happy. He looked down at his hands then at you, his eyes tracing up the curves of your body, lingering where your waist pulled in, before they skipped up to meet your eyes.

“I just… I am…”


“But, if I leave, we’ll never hangout-”

“I’m sure I can find my way up to D.C. don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine, I want you to be happy.”

“Well that’s the thing. If I leave we’ll never hangout…and I’ll never know what would have come of us.”

“What do you mean?” you had a good feeling about what he meant but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. It would be foolish.

“I mean, that I have to know if…if we could go on a date. I think you’re everything I’ve ever looked for in a friend and a partner and I just… Would you want to go on a date with me?”

You were frozen, you had a feeling you knew what he meant to begin with but some part of you still didn’t expect him to ask, “Bucky, if I say yes what does it matter? If I say yes, you’ll go to D.C. so…”

“If you say yes…I’ll stick around.”

“And be miserable because Tony’s being an ass I don’t think so you’ll be happy in D.C. you should go.”

“I won’t be happy, knowing you would have said yes and I chose to go.”

“I assure you there are plenty of girls in D.C. you’ll be fine,” you grumbled.

“But none of those girls are you… besides I don’t have to stay here here. I can just stay in New York.” he looked at you, trying to predict your answer from reading your emotions as they flicker across your face.

“…Yes, Bucky. I would love to go on a date with you,” you said finally, trying to stifle the smile that’s coming to your lips.


“Yes! I like you alright? I want to go on a date with you.”

He grinned and pulled you into a tight hug, you can feel the excitement radiate off of him. It’s infectious and you can’t help smiling and laughing too.

“Jesus finally!” Tony groaned.

“Shut up Tony!” you yelled.


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A supersonic boom quaking the earth beneath you caused you to look up from your book. You shot your gaze to look out the window only to see smoke rising high into the atmosphere. You were surprised there weren’t any flames considering how loud the impact was. Nonetheless, in your panicked state, you rushed from your house and to the crash site.

Upon further inspection, you realized it was a rather large ship-like structure. Or was it a plane? A hybrid of the two? Whatever it was, half of it was in the dirt. You skid to a stop when you heard a rather angry voice.

“You just had to say something.”
“I am Groot.”
“Don’t give me that!”
“I did not see him give you anything,” a third voice spoke.
“That is another expression,” a female voice spoke.

Despite your confusion, you hurried over to a door near you that seemed to be only slightly open. As you were inspecting it, a hand shot through the small opening and waved around. You gripped the back part of the bent piece and placed your foot on the side of the vehicle. Seeing as how your adrenaline was still pumping, you managed to pry the hole even wider. With a final pull, you slipped on your hold and fell onto the ground with a grunt.

“Woo! Thanks for opening that, Drax,” the voice paused, “You’re definitely not Drax.”

You flicked your eyes up to see a shirtless man. Recognizing your childhood sweetheart immediately, your eyes widened. He seemed to do the same.

You glanced around quickly and rambled, “How-What happened? And why aren’t you wearing a shirt? Not that I’m complaining because, mmm. I thought you ran away after-”
“Who’s she?” the first voice asked a bit irritated.

You glanced back to see a talking raccoon. A tree-man thing stood next to him along with a tattooed man and a green-skinned girl. With a yipe, you scrambled to your feet, gripping tightly onto Peter.

“That’s…a talking raccoon. And a walking tree,” you continued to panic, “Her skin is green! What-How-Huh?” You gripped your head. “Oh boy, I’m dizzy.”
Peter chuckled as he steadied you. “It’s a long story. Let’s get you back to your house.”

He began to walk you in the direction you had come from. You nodded as you tried to make sense of everything.

“Yeah. Home makes sense.”

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Nothing Has Changed Me Quite Like You

I wanted a reunion between these two so I had to write my own.

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“Bellamy it’s been 2,203 days since Praimfaya. 6 years and 11 days since I heard your voice. It’s been four days since the others have arrived. They were hostile and I’ve been avoiding them since they landed.” The radio crackled with static and then a moment of silence. “It’s not fair Bellamy. It’s not fair” Clarke’s voice shakes “I might have to stop these transmissions soon. I don’t know how long I can hold onto something that has shown no promise of ever coming true.”

He couldn’t believe it. She was alive.

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Can we please have more of Empress Rey and Senator Ben. Like the first time she falls in love with him or make love? Not sex but make love? Please...

my poor little heart

It started from afar. They were close up, but the pining—it was distant, detached, discordant. Their bodies met at night but not their emotions. She kept him an arm’s length away and her heart, a lightyear apart. She forgot he existed when courting him late at night, only remembering his personhood when the day roused her to an empty sea of white linen sheets.

After what felt like months, she admitted to herself she stole glances when in the senate house. At the center of the room she deflected attention to him, called him out, made him argue with passion and heat. Fire filled his eyes where only awe reflected back from hers. He was headstrong and disagreeable and altogether bewitching. And she was mesmerized.

It was a pity she’d devoted so much effort to making him detest her.

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I’ll Love You Forever - Dick Grayson x Reader

Here’s another one nobody asked for!

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“I’ll get Mary if you can get the pie.” You say as Dick parks the car in front of Wayne Manor. Though you and Dick have been married for several years, the sight of his childhood home still shocks you every now and then; at this point the building feels like home, but it still holds a certain intimidation.

“Sure thing, babe.” Dick smirks before getting out of the car. You follow suit, getting out and opening the back door where your little girl is waiting patiently in her car seat.

“Mommy are we going to see Grandpa?” Mary looks up at you with her father’s big blue eyes and refuses to let go of her Superman plush when you try to move it to unbuckle her.

“Yes we are. And Uncle Tim and Damian. And Aunt Steph and Cass. Everybody’s here because Grandpa wanted to have a big cook out. Uncle Jason and your cousins Matt and Rosie are here, too.”

“They are?!” Mary’s face lights up at the news, and in that moment it’s impossible to not see that she inherited her father’s enthusiasm. She drops her doll in the floorboard and starts scrambling to get out of the car as quickly as possible.

“Do me a favor and make sure your daughter gets into the house safely.” You sigh at Dick when Mary runs off toward the door.

Dick walks up to you and plants a quick kiss to your lips before handing you the pie dish. “Our daughter. And I can’t help it that my family is that exciting.”

“More exciting than you.” You smirk at him.

“Ah, yes, but you married me.” Dick laughs before running after Mary. You walk in after them, and you can tell Dick has caught her when you hear Mary’s squeal of laughter. With a smile, you set the dessert on the dining room table and follow the laughs of your family to the back yard, where an indecent amount of smoke limits your vision.

“Bruce, this is why nobody lets you grill.” Jason coughs and waves the smoke from in front of his face. “You’d burn the place down if we left you alone.”

“Don’t worry, Master Jason.” You hear Alfred before you actually see him. It doesn’t take long for the smoke to clear a bit, and you see that the butler is making his way toward a different grill. “I only let him play with that grill to think he’s helping. The real food we’ll be eating is coming from here.”

“Thank god.” Jason says.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where my children have gone, would you? You know. One of them is about the size of your kids and the other one is taller than me?” You ask with a slight cough.

“I think they are over there with the walking fire hazard.” Jason points to the heart of the smoke. “Good luck getting to them though.”

You thank Jason with a laugh before following Jason’s directions around the pool and to the grill. The smoke finishes clearing out to show Bruce holding Mary in his arms as she rubs his cheeks with her little hands. The size difference between the two of them is almost comical.

“Hey, Mary, why don’t we let Grandpa finish cooking? Matt and Rosie are playing with Titus, and you’d really be missing out if you didn’t join them.” Dick says before taking her from Bruce’s arms.

As soon as Dick mentioned Titus, Mary was ready to go. She barely gets an “Okay” out before running over to her cousins, her black curls bouncing with each step she takes.

“It’s good to see her acting like herself again.” Bruce says as he watches his grandchildren roll around in the grass. You stand next to Dick and lace your fingers through his.

“She’s been feeling better lately. Her headaches aren’t as frequent as they used to be.” You say, and Dick nods in agreement.

“So how are things in the nest, Brucie?” Dick asks to change the subject, knowing that you’d rather not think about the days when your daughter didn’t feel well. “Are the others keeping you busy?”

Bruce cast Dick a quick glare at the name ‘Brucie’ before sighing slightly. “It’s the usual. They all try to kill each other on a daily basis. I swear the only normal one is Cass.”

“You know you can’t really talk about ‘normal’ right? Since you dress up as a giant bat almost every night.” Dick smirks.

“And you dressed up as a songbird until you started wearing black spandex every night.” You poke Dick in the side causing him to squirm a bit. “I don’t think any of you can talk about being ‘normal’.”

“You’re right.” Dick smiles down at you. “But you love me anyway.”

“That I do.” You laugh before kissing him.

Peals of laughter draw your attention, and you see that Mary, Matt, and Rosie have decided to play tag. Jason makes his way toward you, Dick, and Bruce so that he can supervise his children better.

“I’m glad they can have this time together.” Bruce says. “They deserve to enjoy childhood while they can.”

“Yep. But what I want to know is when Tim joins the parenthood club.” Jason looks over at where Tim is typing away on his laptop at a shaded table. “You hear that, Timberly? When are you gonna start having babies? We need enough to form a basketball team!”

“Shut up, Jason. If you want more kids have them yourself.” Tim says without looking up.

“At least I have someone to have kids with.” Jason shoots.

You watch in entertainment as Jason and Tim bicker. Dick squeezes your hand a bit when you laugh at something, and you lean your head on his shoulder, content to spend this time with his family. Your family.

The children scream again, but this time it seems different somehow. You hear a splash and turn your head toward the sound, and you feel the world fall from underneath your feet.

“MARY!!!” You scream before you’ve fully taken in the scene before you. You don’t even recognize your own voice when the words escape your lips.

Every vigilante present immediately stops what they’re doing and takes action. Jason runs after his children, who are now crying in fear. Tim’s laptop crashes to the ground as he runs toward the pool, and another small fire starts at the grill when Bruce runs toward his oldest granddaughter. But Dick hits the water before anybody else.

You stare in shock and the strength leaves your knees as your daughter sinks deeper into the water.

All My Idols Ch 21: May The Best Man Win

I scramble out of Lay’s hold and try to crawl towards where I think the door is but I’m caught yet again. I’m flipped over with hands pinned to the floor the older man hovers over me licking his lips. He’s still surprised but undeniably amused by the news.

“Lets try this again, I’m your what?” He stares at me expectantly, the others watch with both jealousy and interest.

“You are my number one bias,” I finally admit after months of avoiding it and them.

“Good,” Is all he says before he leans in and kisses me softly. It only lasts a second, but that is the best second of my life. He’s ripped off me by a fuming Lay, the others are glaring along with him.

I’m left laying on the floor completely dumbstruck. That didn’t just happen, that didn’t just happen, that didn’t just happen. The guy I’ve been dreaming about for years didn’t just do what I’ve always wanted to do to him, since the moment I saw his chubby cheeks and kitten like eyes. My heart is racing, my lips are still buzzing from the kiss, and to be honest I can’t feel the rest of my body. I’m on cloud 9 and I’m very upset when Baekhyun brings me out of it by pulling me into his embrace.

“You kissed our princess!” Baekhyun growls.

“Hyung, are you nuts?” Suho’s glare is lethal.

The others let out whines and growls but stop the moment I mumble, “It’s fine.” The room is silent for a moment.

“What?” They all echo, even Xiumin is surprised by my words.

“It’s fine,” I repeat still a little out of it.

“He just tackled you and kissed you and you think it’s fine?” Kai snaps.

I look at him with a massive grin on my face that makes them all scoot back, “Xiumin kissed me.” I cover my mouth as I let out a fan girl squeal, “Kim Minseok kissed me. My number one bias kissed me.” I flop down on my back as I continue to giggle and squeal. Weird half hearted screams leave my mouth as continue to repeat, “He kissed me, he kissed me.” I don’t know whether to blame it on my built up anxiety with them or the alcohol but I can’t get over the fact that he kissed me, he actually kissed me!

“I think you broke her,” I hear Chen say as I continue rolling on the floor in a fit of giggles.

“I can do it again,” Xiumin is grinning as he tries to climb over to me again, only to be stopped by the group of boys.

“No,” We all say in unision, and like before they are surprised by my response.

“My heart won’t be able to take it,” I add with another giggle.

I’m surprised when I’m brought off the floor and given another kiss by a handsome unicorn, followed by the cute puppy who had been holding me moments ago. Before the others can follow suit I scramble back on to the couch with my foot out, holding back a giant puppy with big ears. My hand is covering my mouth, whether it’s to make sure they can’t kiss me or to keep me from screaming in joy, I’m not sure.

“No,” I say firmly, but the giggle I let out makes them all grin and lean closer. I push Chanyeol back with my foot and hold my hands out to hold back the two youngest. “I’m really trying not to fan girl and scream my lungs out right now, sit down, please just sit down.”

They grumble but plop down right in front of the couch. I stare down at them with my legs pulled tightly to my chest, they’re eyes focused on me. My mind is trying to fully understand what just happened but I don’t believe it myself. Xiumin kissed me. Lay kissed me. Baekhyun kissed me. The rest of them tried. Hell, Sehun has a firm grip on my ankle right now, waiting for me to let whatever this is to continue. My lips are buzzing, my whole body is buzzing with both anxiety and excitement.

“Are you okay?” Suho wonders.

I hold my hand out to him, “I need a minute.” My hand goes to cover my face as I try to hide my smile from them, I need to stop this from going any farther but I’m struggling with keeping my inner fan girl contained in my drunkenness.

“Are you mad?”

“I’m just trying not to scream okay?” I tell them honestly. “I was just kissed by three extremely attractive guys and I’m trying not to fan girl right now.”

This makes them grin, Sehun’s thumb moves in small circles on my ankle, “Does that mean I get a turn?”

I hold my hand out to him, “Don’t say stuff like that, I’ve read too many fan fictions to know where that sentence leads.” Their brows go up, making me roll my eyes, “Don’t you judge me.” I look at Kai, “Especially you!” I think back to over a year ago when I still lived at home.

The bronzed boy points at himself in confusion, “Me?”

I glare at him, “Yes you! I had this poster of you guys right by my bed and you had the most judgmental look on your face.”

“I’m sorry?” The poor boy apologizes.

“And you guys with your cute puppy dog faces,” I look to Chen, Chanyeol, Baekhyun, and Kyungsoo. “Stop being so cute! Do Kyungsoo, you have been popping up since I got into anything Korean! You were the first person I could always find and even when I wasn’t looking for you, you would be there with those big eyes of yours.” I pause for a minute to mimic his wide eyes. The others burst into fits of laughter.

“Charlie, you might want to stop before you say something bad,” Lay tries to cover my mouth but I push him away.

“No,” I cover his mouth, my drunkenness coming in full force, “I have a very long list of complaints about you boys that I would like to get off my chest.  I already did my sweet Kyungie, next is Sehun,” I look at the young man holding my foot still “You are too attractive for your own good, I didn’t like you at first but you definitely grew on me to the point I can’t kick you off if I tired. Kai, you need to stop with the whole hip thrusting, smirking at the camera thing. Chanyeol, don’t roar at the camera and stop being so cute! Baekie, you and Kai need to be sat down and explained that you can give a girl a panic attack with one of those sexy smirks, so stop unless you are planning on following threw with something other than a teasing eye fuck.” His eyes are wide with surprise and amusement.

“Next, Chen,” I look at the handsome man, “You are perfect. You are handsome, sweet, funny, and absolutely amazing!”

“I don’t think that counts as a complaint,” Chen chuckles.

“I have no complaints against you, just keep doing what you are doing.”

“Why does he get that when you scold us?” Chanyeol whines.

“I didn’t scold you, now hush Yeolie,” I push the boy out of the way to stand up and make my way over to my next target, “Suho oppa.” I drop on to my knees in front of where he is sitting on the floor and basically throw myself at him. He stares at me surprised, his eyes get even bigger when I wrap my arms around his neck and tuck my face in the crook of his neck, “I have wanted nothing more than to hug you ever since I met you. You look like you would give the warmest, most amazing hugs, I’m sorry if this is unwanted but I can’t take it anymore.”

His warm laugh fills the room as he returns my hug, “Thank you, I think. Is it everything you dreamed?” He rubs my back comfortingly.

“Even better,” I mumble into his neck, enjoying his embrace.

“Enough of that,” Lay whines next to us, he pulls gently on my arm, trying to pull me away from the older without much luck.

“Just a little longer,” I whine holding on tighter.

Suho chuckles, “Hold on for as long as you like.”

“But what about the rest of us?” Xiumin pouts.

“You got to kiss her,” Sehun snaps at the older boys, “You two are the last ones who should be complaining about anything.”

“It’s not our fault she likes us more,” The oldest snaps back.

“No fighting!” I groan.

“But Charlie,” Sehun’s cute whine makes me sit back on my heels.

“If you guys are going to fight I’m going to somehow get myself out of here and I’m going to go back to avoiding you.” A roar of groans and whines erupts from the group of drunken boys. I pull myself away from a disappointed Suho and scramble to my feet. My mind is fuzzy on where the door is but I don’t even make it a couple feet before I’m caught by a cute puppy with beautifully done eyeliner on.

“Sorry,” They mumble together.

“So I take it you guys are done fighting?”

They nod.

“Good,” I collapse to the floor near Baekhyun and latch on to him the same way I did to Suho. And like Suho I surprise him but my hug is happily welcomed, “I’m sleepy,” I grumble into Baekhyun’s neck.

“I think going to bed would be a good idea,” Suho suggests. The room hums in agreement, Baekhyun chuckles softly in my ear as he moves his hand on my back like Suho had.

“Do you want to come sleep in my bed?” Baekhyun says in a surprisingly husky voice.

“No,” Sehun growls.

“You are incredibly sassy today,” Chanyeol scolds.

“I want the princess,” I glance over at Sehun to see him holding his arms out to me like I’m a child he wants to pick up. Feeling like they all deserve attention after avoiding them for so long I scramble over to him next. “She can sleep with me.”

“If it’s anyone it should be me,” Xiumin interjections.

Lay scoffs, “I’ve known her the longest.”

“I feel like I’m the least likely to try something,” Kyungsoo speaks finally again.

“You have such a pretty voice,” I peek out from Sehun’s embrace to smile at cute Kyungsoo.

A blush spreads across his face but I only see it for a second before Sehun tucks my face against his chest, “No looking at him, you are giving me attention right now.”

I laugh at the youngest.

“Can I wash my face first?” I wonder peeking out once again.

“Of course,” Suho smiles at me, he stands up and offers a hand that Sehun pushes away. The youngest stands up, holding me princess style without any problems.

“I want to help,” Sehun says cutely but firmly.

“Two of us don’t need to help her,” Suho crosses his arms over his chest like a stern father.

“I think two of us should help her,” Lay suggests. “That way no one can try anything funny with her.”

“You guys go help her wash her face and we’ll make beds for everyone in the living room.” Chen waves us away to the bathroom where Sehun sets me on the counter. I’m reminded of my oppas helping me when I’ve been too tired to even wash my face and find myself smiling.

“You guys don’t need to help me,” I tell them as they begin debating on whose face wash they should use.

“We are not going to be responsible for your falling or getting hurt,” Suho tells me.

“Close your eyes,” Sehun commands me after he places a head band around my head to keep my hair out of my face. I obey without question having already had this done to me multiple times by my oppas.

“I’m going to go grab her something to change into,” Suho announces before running off quickly.

Sehun and I sit in our own silence for a few seconds, we can easily hear the others fussing and arguing in the living room about blankets and pillows. Like a good oppa, Sehun is gently scrubbing my face with a nice manly smelling face wash that I’m falling in love with.

“Is this your face wash?” I wonder with my eyes still closed.

“Yea, do you not like it?”

“I love it.”

He’s silent for a moment before I suddenly feel another pair of lips pressed against mine for the fourth time tonight. I don’t push him a way or even open my eyes, I enjoy his warmth for a few seconds until he break the kiss.

“I wanted my turn.”

I open my eyes just as Suho returns with a bundle of clothes in his hands. Sehun rinses my face and they both leave me to change. Even after I’m fully dressed in an over sized t-shirt and shorts I don’t leave the bathroom. I sit on the toilet trying to figure out what the hell just happened. I go from running form them, to drinking with them, to kissing almost half of them in a night. Not to mention that I’ve gotten more action in the last hour than more of my life. My turns hot at the memories of their warm lips against mine. I can’t help but fan girl scream into my hands.

“Are you okay?” Suho worries from the other side of the door.

“I’m fine, I’m coming out.” I step out and am surprised at the commotion going on in the living room that I managed to block out. My brow raises as I look at the leader.

“They are fighting on who gets to sleep next to you.”

“There are two spots,” Sehun hints.

I chuckle at the sight of Chanyeol tackling Kai; glancing at the two men beside me and then back at the wrestling match in the living room I snicker, “May the best man win.”

differentandstupidhuman  asked:

What about a cinderella marco but with prince tom? I love the one that you made before with the friend tom, but i wanna see them dancing and putting the cristal shoe

Okay! I really don’t remember cinderella that well, but I tried my best. This is the fanfiction I don’t know if it turned out good or horrible. I hope you enjoy it anyway! I love you bye!


Tom drummed his fingers on the side of the throne. He was bored. An entire ball was being thrown for him to meet princesses and women from the kingdom to pick a bride. People were wondering when he would marry. But Tom just showed no interest in any of this. So the ball was set for him to dance with different girls and try an find one to spend his life with.

“How possible…” He muttered. “I get one night to decide my entire future.” Tom grumbled. He hated this. He hated dancing, he hated crowds and he hated meeting new people. All the woman expected the prince to be this cool admirable man. A prince charming that they would make goo-goo eyes at. But Tom was a walking dumpster fire with social anxiety and a fiery temper. Tom sighed again and felt somebody nudge him, he looked over to see his sister, Hekapoo, looking down at him.

“Tom, you’ve been here an hour. There are groups of girls willing to dance with you and you haven’t spoken to anyone.” She hissed.

“I don’t want to speak to anyone.” Tom assured. Hekapoo stared daggers at him and grabbed his horn to get him to sit up straight.

“Take this seriously!” She hissed, and walked off. Tom’s eyes scanned the room and he tried to find a way out of this horrible party. Tom made a face when three women came near him. Two were about his age, and one was an older woman.

“Prince Tom, we wanted to thank you in person for inviting up to this ball of yours.” The older woman said. “I was thrilled to receive our invitation.” She continued. “And even more thrilled to introduce you to my daughters.” The woman showed Tom the other two and they waved at him. “I hear this ball is to help you find a bride, and I hope you make a wise choice.” She added. Tom shrunk away a little bit and the girls winked at him.

“Th-thank you ma’am.” Tom mumbled. “What was your name?” He asked. The woman smiled and looked down at him.

“I’m Lady Tremaine.” She introduced. Tom tilted his head.

“I thought there were four in the Tremaine household.” He admitted. The woman waved her hand and laughed a bit.

“Oh yes, Marco is somewhere over there.” She said fast and unamused. “I’ll leave you three to get acquainted.” She then said, and walked off. Tom kept looking past at her, like he was getting vibes. But when he turned his head he jumped at the two girls who were still there.

“Is it true you have to find a bride?” One asked. Tom bit his lip.

“Th-they want me too…” He admitted.

“Well my mother thinks it best for me to marry too, haha, what a weird coincidence.” She giggled. Tom forced a smile.

“Is it? Is it really, though?” He asked, laughing insincerely. The girls laughed and kept competing for his attention, but Tom found his eyes wandering around the room. Tom’s eyes stopped when he saw a boy with a tray chatting happily with another guest. He was in a help uniform, but he didn’t recognize him as the castle servant. Tom’s eyes widened. “Who is that?” He asked. The girls looked behind them rolled their eyes.

“Oh that’s our step-brother Marco. We loaned him to the castle for the night to help out.” One shared. “He wasn’t able to come otherwise because all he would do is embarrass us.” She huffed.

“But we gave invitations to the entire households.” Tom reminded. The other step-sister laughed a bit and shook her head.

“Yes but we didn’t want him to come regardless. But then our mother thought some more work would do him good.” She explained. Tom watched the boy serve drinks around the ball and make his way around. Tom moved the girls aside and ran over to him. He didn’t know why he was so drawn to this human, but he was.

“E-excuse me… M-Marco?” Tom called, he was suddenly feeling a lot more shy. Marco turned his head and looked for where the sound was coming from, but shrugged when he didn’t see Tom get lost in the crowd. Tom groaned and pushed passed the dancing people and tried to run after the boy. Tom ran faster and made it outside. He looked up excitedly, hoping to see the boy who had captured his attention, but his face fell when Marco was nowhere to be seen.

Tom went back inside and kept searching for the mystery boy the rest of the night, but as more and more people cleared out he didn’t see the human boy. Tom sighed and slumped down in his chair once all the guests had left. There had been a few last-minute attempts to flirt with him by other women, but Tom was having none of it. After the party he looked over to see and angry looking Hekapoo.

“The ENTIRE kingdom was here! And you didn’t find a spark with any young person?” She demanded. Tom rubbed the back of his head and Hekapoo narrowed her eyes. “You found somebody didn’t you?” She asked. Tom blushed and looked down.

“I don’t know…” He mumbled. “I didn’t even talk to him.” Tom added. He looked away and his eyes fell to the middle of the floor. Tom gasped and scrambled up and ran over. He lifted up a dark blue shoe. “This is it!” He cried.

“Those are the shoes the maids wear.” Hekapoo told him.

“I know! He was working as a maid during the party for us! All we need to do is go around to all the citizens in the kingdom and see which person it fits!” Tom exclaimed. Hekapoo raised an eyebrow.

“That’s crazy, do you know how many helpers were wearing those? It might not even be his shoe.” She told him. But Tom was already scrambling to find his shoes and coat and run out the door. Hekapoo ran after him and stuck her head out the door, calling after her brother. “Tom! I really think you’re jumping to conclusions! What are you going to do? Go to every door in the kingdom until you see this guy you haven’t even spoken too?” She called.



“Put this on your foot please!”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s okay it’s for a good reason!”

The fourth door that day slammed on Tom’s face. Hekapoo put her hands on her hips. She had decided to follow, thinking she would have to pull her baby brother out of trouble, or it would be funny to see him run around, which it was.

“Maybe if you tell people who you are they’ll want to try on the slipper.” She suggested. Tom rolled his eyes.

“There are two things wrong with that. Number one, if I tell people who I am, everybody will pretend it fits and say that they’re the one! Number two, who is going to believe me if I say ‘Hey! Put this shoe on for no weird reason! I’m the prince so it’s not creepy for me to have an obsession with your feet!’?” Tom cried. Hekapoo laughed a bit and nodded, as the siblings went to the next house.

Tom knocked on the door and it just so happened to be a family who recognized him. “Oh prince Tom! Princess Hekapoo, what an honor to see you.” The woman smiled. “I expect you’re here for one of my daughters, perhaps after you clicked so well last night.” She asked, giggling a little bit. Tom tilted his head.

“Oh yes, Lady Tremaine.” Tom remembered. “I am here for that!” He exclaimed. The woman’s face lit up, but then Tom kept talking. “Your step-son! Marco!” Tom cried. “I want to ask for his hand in marriage.” He beamed. The older woman’s face fell and she stared at Tom for a long while before Tom continued. “I’ve been looking everywhere for him! I even have his shoe right here!” Tom continued, holding up the slipper. “Can I?” he asked. “I want to make sure it fits, so I know it’s the right person.”

“Or you could just, you know, look at him.” Hekapoo suggested.

“Shut-up Hecka!” Tom hissed. Lady Tremaine took the shoe.

“Well then, please do come in.” She insisted. Tom smiled big at Hekapoo and they went into the house.


“He’s here for HIM!” The step-mother hissed.

“Well what do we do?” One of the sep-sisters asked. Lady Tremaine smoothed her hair out and sent her daughter away.

“Simple, dear. You want to marry the prince do you not?” She asked. “You will be Marco, tell him it was you he saw at the ball and pretend that this slipper fits.” She insisted. The daughter nodded and took the shoe, going on her way. As soon as she left Lady Tremaine turned to  Marco and narrowed her eyes.

“And you!”


“I thought I talked to you earlier?” Tom asked, he wasn’t buying this.

“No, no, you talked to my sisters!” She laughed. “I’m Marco, remember. The shoe fits.” She teased. Tom raised an eyebrow and took the shoe, staring at it for a long while. And then he looked back at the white red-haired girl.

“Marco had brown skin and eyes.” Tom responded. Hekapoo took him by the shoulder.

“We probably have the wrong house, this must be a coincidence.” She insisted. Tom pulled away and shook his head.

“No. I talked to her! And you told me Marco was your step-brother.” Tom insisted. “And you didn’t want him coming to the ball because you said he would just embarrass you.” Tom hissed. He then pieced this together. “You’re pretending to be him because you want to marry me instead. Now what did you do with Marco?” Tom demanded. The girls exchanged glances, in the silence Tom heard a bang come from the upstairs. He gasped and dashed up the steps, he came down the hallway to a room. Despite protests coming from the others Tom didn’t waste any time tearing the door open.

Marco shot up from the bed he was sitting on and gasped when he saw a demon tackle him down. “PUT THIS SHOE ON!” He screamed. Marco shoved him off.

“Why!?” Marco cried.

“I saw you at the ball! I tried to talk to you but you ran away too fast!” Tom exclaimed. “I-it’s me! I’m the prince, I wanted to meet you again, Marco! I-I want to ask for your hand in marriage.” He told the human. Marco gasped and Tom tried to hand him the slipper again. Marco put a hand over his mouth and looked at the demon prince in shock.

“Prince Tom I… I… I’m flattered but… that’s not my shoe.”

Play With Fire~7

Originally posted by tvlerblack

Part 6

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It was just after midnight when Andrew, your brother heard a knock on the door. He peeked into Iris’s room to make sure she was sleeping. 

She was sleeping in the crib peacefully, he shut the door before making his way to the front door. He reached out his hand to open it and came face to face with a familiar face. 

“ No” he tried to close the door on his face but it was blocked by his hand.
“ Your not suppose to be here” Andrew told him. Bobby pried the door opened and stepped inside along with Adam and Kyle by his sides. 

“ I just want to see my daughter” Bobby says. Andrew shook his head. 

“ I am not suppose to let you see her” Adam chuckled. Andrew shot at glare towards him. 

“ I understand but Andrew, she is my daughter too” Andrew shook his head. 

“  I can’t let you see her, Y/N told me not too and you broke her heart” 

“ That has nothing to do with that little girl sleeping in this house” 

“ No” Bobby sighs before he nods to Adam and Kyle. Andrew looks at them all seeing he is outnumbered. Kyle and Adam both take a hold of his arms to hold him down.

 Bobby turns around walking down the hall to each room. Andrew opens his mouth to scream but Kyle puts one of their shirts in his mouth to keep him quite. This was wrong, Bobby knew that but he just wanted to see Iris once more. 

Bobby finds Iris’s room opening it quietly, he walks into the room tiptoeing but ends up stepping on a duck. 

It makes a quacking noise, he stops in his tracks looking towards the crib to see Iris still sleeping. He lets out a deep breath out making his way to the crib. Bobby stares down at her, a smile makes his way on his lips. 

“ Oh little one” he mumbles reaching out with his fingers stroking her soft hair. “ Daddy loves you” He says to her reaching from behind his pocket and placing a small elephant besides her. He kisses his two fingers and places it on her forehead before he walks out the door. 

You were on your way to see Iris and your brother one more time before you had to go. You noticed a familiar rental car by the house. 

“ No, he didn’t” you growled shutting off the engine and getting out the car. Stomping angrily towards your brothers house, unlocking it with the key you had opening to find Andrew pinned on the floor by Kyle and Adam and Bobby just coming around the corner. 

Heads turn to look at you. 

“ Oh shit” Kyle says, his eyes going wide releasing your brother from his grasp. You flared up your nose and rose your fist in the air. 

“ What the fuck is going on here?” you ask looking from Adam to Kyle to Bobby. Bobby rose his hands up. 

“ Y/N I-” you cut him off. 

“ HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU COME HERE AFTER I TOLD YOU THAT YOU COULDN’T SEE HER. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU THREE!” you yelled forgetting your daughter was asleep. Being so angry at what they decided to do. 

“ Y/N I needed to see her” 

“ No! You didn’t. I didn’t give you permission and you didn’t ask” 

“ You would of said no”

“ Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops” you said, fist by your side and your eyes flaring with anger. Kyle and Adam scrambled from the ground and running out the door past you. You stared at Bobby with so much hurt in your eyes. 

“ I can’t believe you would do something like this” you said. Andrew went off to check on Iris leaving you and Bobby alone. He hung his head. 

“ I’m sorry Y/N, I really am but you were never going to let me see her. I want to be a part of her life. Please let me have a chance”

“ You blew it when you came here tonight” 

“ Y/N please-” you shook your head. “ Stop begging me Bobby, it’s not going to get you anywhere. Leave”  you opened the door for him not bothering to even look him in the eye. He walks towards the door standing by it and by you.

“ You know I never meant to hurt you. She never made me feel the way you made me feel. I loved you and I still do. I was a fool back then, now I want you back and I am going to make that happen one day.” 

“ Leave” you muttered, your bottom lip trembling and trying to hold yourself together. 

Once he walked out, you closed the door putting your back to it and sliding down feeling the tears streaming down your cheeks. Your brother comes out holding Iris in his arms, you look up to see her watching you with her big eyes. He places her down and she walks slowly towards you, tapping your knee with her small hand. 

“ Mama” she says. You sniff and wiped your tears with the back of your hands as you collected her in your arms. Holding her close and kissing the side of her head. 

“ Mama’s here” 

After putting her back to bed and telling her that you would be home soon, you hugged your brother and apologizing for what happened tonight. He hugged you back and told you to stay strong. You head back into your rental car driving off to the hotel to get your things and heading to the next city. For the next couple of days you had some time off being by yourself and spending time with Ruby, at her house where Dakota joined and had a girls day. You needed after everything that has been going on. 

It was the following week where you were back at the Full Sail arena getting ready for another match. 

This time you were going against Peyton, one of the girls that you didn’t like around here. You were stretching right before your match when you saw Aleister has been watching you, you stopped hopping around and return his stare. He looked down after he noticed you had found out he was watching you. 

“ Lover boy is watching yeh like always?” you screamed turning around coming face to face with Pete who laughed seeing your reaction.

“ Dunne, what the fuck are you trying to do? Give a girl a heart attack?” He shrugs. 

“ ‘m sorry Y/N but I had too” 

“ I hate you so much” you playfully slapped him. He pouted putting his hand on his heart like he was hurt. 

“ ‘m really hurt” 

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. Aliester watched with jealousy in his eyes your interaction with Pete. He wanted to make you smile and have you talk to him. He missed you a lot but he doesn’t want to be just your friend anymore. 

You know how he feels about you but you don’t feel the same way. He can’t just walk up to you anymore and make conversation. It’s too painful. You continued to talk to Pete, you didn’t see Aliester walk away with his shoulder shaking meaning he walked away crying. Pete although did, he wanted to roll his eyes at him. But kept to himself and continue to listen to you. 

“ So something happened last week at my brothers house” you decided to tell Pete but stopped nothing it wouldn’t be fair to not include Tyler and Trent into this conversation. “ Before I go on, let’s go find Trent and Tyler” you say. 

“ Do I need t’ punch the livin’ lights of someone?” Pete asked.

“ Wait till we find the other two” Pete and you found them at catering eating some veggies. You sat down next to Tyler who was munching on some broccoli. You took one from his plate, he looked over to you playfully pouting. 

“ Sorry” you mumbled while throwing the small broccoli into your mouth. 

“ Y/N has somethin’ t’ tell us” Pete says. Trent and Tyler turned their attention to you waiting for you to talk. You rubbed your hands together and took a deep breath. 

“ First, you three have to promise me that you won’t go on a killing spree” Pete shrugged. Tyler nodded along wth Trent. 

“ None of that, say you promise” sticking out your pinkie first to Tyler. Tyler glanced down, a chuckle escaping his mouth then hooked his pinky with yours.
“ Promise” He says.

 You did the same to Trent, he said he promised then you stick your pinky to Pete who glanced down then glanced up at you giving you are you kidding me look. 

“ ‘m not doin’ that shit” he said. “ What am I five?” He added. 

“ Come on Peteeeeeeee” He huffed hooking his pinky with yours mumbling, “ I promise.” 

“ Okay, last week something happen in my brother house when he took Iris back there” you looked around them and so good so far. 

“ Well I was driving back from last week show to see Iris one more time and I noticed a familiar car. When I walked inside, my brother was pinned down by Adam Cole and Kyle and Bobby had just come out of Iris’s room and I didn’t give him permission to be there….” 

“ Are yeh fuckin’ kiddin’ me!!!” Trent yelled and all heads turned to look at him. He stood up from his seat, like an angry bear.

” Trent, sit down. You promised” 

“ Fuck that!” Pete yelled shooting out of his seat, fist by his side as he stormed out of catering in search for Bobby Fish.

Fic: Be Our Guest

@woodelf68, thank you for your help with this and enjoy the fic!

Summary: Belle parks up beside Gold and Bae at the drive-in movie theatre. When Bae invites her to share his popcorn, Belle and Gold end up paying a lot less attention to the film…

Written for the Monthly Rumbelling prompt: “Movie Night”

Rated: G


Be Our Guest

To call Storybrooke’s drive-in movie theatre an actual drive-in movie theatre would be a bit of a stretch of the imagination to even the most forgiving of minds, but since it was the nearest thing that its citizens had to a cinema without travelling miles to the next large town with a theatre, they accepted it with good grace. The venture had been Leroy’s idea; thinking that hospital janitorial duties was not the most lucrative of career paths, he’d sought to supplement his income and the makeshift drive-in was as good a way as any. Sourcing a huge white sheet and fixing it to the side of one of the abandoned buildings on the docks and setting up a projector on the roof of his truck, he was pretty much set. Whilst the legality of the operation was always slightly under question, no-one paid all that much attention to it since both the mayor and the sheriff were regulars in the little parking lot.

One car that had never yet been seen at the drive-in, however, was the impressive black Cadillac that usually sat outside Mr Gold’s shop, and when it pulled into the theatre one Friday evening, ready for a double showing, it certainly caused more than a few raised eyebrows among the other patrons. Inside the car, Mr Gold himself was beginning to think that this had been an absolutely terrible idea.

“Bae, you know, we can just watch the movie at home,” he said. “We’ve got the DVD. Are you sure that you wouldn’t be more comfortable on the sofa?”

His son, sitting in the passenger seat and practically vibrating with excitement, shook his head with vigour.

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Caught Left Handed

Originally posted by my-sensationalfeeling9

Happy Birthday to our Fennec Fox!

~by Admin Mari

The hallways leading to her next lecture was crowded as always. It was the first class of the new semester and although it wasn’t her first class at the university and she knew she could handle herself, she had heard horror stories about the psych professor.

(Y/n) released one of her hands, which she had placed on each strap of her backpack, in favor of opening the door to the room that was surprisingly small in comparison to the other classrooms she’d been in already. Her gaze traveled around, scoping out the place she would be in every Monday and Wednesday for the next semester.

From the white boards in the corner to the posters of various psychologists, she was distracted by the wall decorations until the room began to flood with students. Only when the seats began to fill did she notice that the desks were the old school chairs with one arm rest and platform to write on.

These desks hadn’t been in any of her other classes but considering this was in one of the oldest lecture halls, she supposed it wasn’t all that odd. Instead of dwelling on it further she claimed a seat in the back and began unpacking her supplies from her bag.

A minute before the clock struck eight, a distraught young man rushed in and looked around. He sighed and plopped down in the seat beside her.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

He nodded, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the exhaustion that was evident in his slumped shoulders. She wanted to say something else but the teacher walked in and she didn’t want to possibly ruin the first class.

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can we confer, miss burr

because somebody ( @plinys) kept dragging me to the angst pile so I thought some bad fluff was due.

Theodosia and Philip form a quiet friendship after she finds him a wreck during the Reynold’s Pamphlet situation, so of course he goes to her when he ends up challenging someone to duel. (also here on ao3)


The knock at her window came at what must have been close to three in the morning, rousing Theodosia from her sleep and she walked towards it after lighting the candle on her bed.

“Philip?” She asked, opening the window and taking a step back for him to climb through.

It’s a good thing she moved her bedroom to the first floor of the house after a near accident on the stairs in which she truly was emulating her father’s bad luck.

He climbed through, sinking to the ground beneath the window sill and looking up at her, “I’ve made a mistake.”

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