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Tantalizing: 03

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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
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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.

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
#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.

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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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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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.

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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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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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! 

NOW! Some questions regarding the next one:

(feedback is appreciated)

-I have their plots planned…a little. Would we want to see Hobi, Namjoon, or Seokjin first?

-did you like the interaction with the narrator? Or should I go back to the standard, objective “how to” manual format?

-aaaand hows the series doing overall? People seem to like it, but is there any way you think I can improve it?

If you could just take a hot second to answer those via a reply here, ask box, or direct message, it would be much appreciated. Thanks my loves xx

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.”

Ninette Week, Day 5: Love of the Arts

Marinette clicked the link, determined. She was delighted to find it was only an eight-step process to become a DJ. She would be impressing Nino in no time.

Step One: Learn What DJs Actually Do. Using Nino as a template, she knew that DJs did – hmmm, what did he call it? Oh, that’s right! – track-sequencing, beatmatching, and a lot of head bobbing while delicately holding one large headphone up to a slightly tilted head. She could definitely do the head bobbing thing and the other stuff probably wasn’t too hard.

Step Two: Determine Why You Want to DJ. Marinette thought for a moment. She hadn’t cared much about being a DJ before. Was it silly to do something just because a cute boy was into it? Did it make a difference if said boy was really, really cute?

Step Three: Test The Waters. Okay, so she could create a mix on her computer and play it for Alya. Easy peasy. Alya would definitely be honest with her…maybe too honest…Adrien, she would play it for Adrien. He was too sweet not to like it…or he definitely wouldn’t tell her if he didn’t. Not that it should be a problem since she would definitely be a natural DJ.

Step Four: Learn Basic Skills. That made sense. It was just like with sewing. She had to learn how to thread and do a basic stitch before she was actually creating anything wearable. The basic skills weren’t listed here but it was probably pretty simple stuff like push play and tilt your head just so for this highest coolness factor.

Step Five: Break Out of the Box. This was a little…vague. Marinette worried at her bottom lip. Since she had never done any mixing before, anything would be out of the box for her. She nodded to herself in reassurance. Check!

Step Six: Record a Mix (Tell a Story). Well, of course she was going to record a mix. That was the whole point of this little exercise. She wanted to show Nino she was interested in the things he was interested in. She loved the way his eyes lit up when he talked about music. 

Step Seven: Build a Following (Brand Yourself). Marinette frowned. Perhaps she could skip this step. She only cared about Nino being impressed with her DJ skills anyway.

Step Eight: Hustle (Put In Your Time). Time?! She didn’t have time! She wanted to impress Nino now! What was she going to do? At this rate, she’d never–

“Hey, Marinette.” Nino slid into the empty seat beside her with an easy smile. 

“Nino, hi!” Marinette beamed at him.

“What are you looking at?” He leaned forward to read her screen. Marinette scrambled to minimize it before he could see but he sat back and chuckled. “I didn’t realize you wanted to be a DJ, Mari.”

“I, um…you see…” She sighed and dropped her head. “I was trying to impress you,” she mumbled.


Marinette dared a glance at him. His face was lit up like Christmas. “A little,” she admitted.

“Do you actually want to know how to be a DJ?”

“I wanted us to have something to talk about.”

“What are you doing after school?” he asked.

She blinked. “I don’t have any plans.”

“Now you do. Come with me to my favorite record store. We can listen to some music, maybe grab a coffee, talk about DJing or sewing or anything really,” Nino smiled. 

“I would love that.”

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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Meetings - Teen Wolf / Supernatural (Derek Hale)

Pairing: Derek x Female!Reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Request:  Can you do a Teen Wolf and Supernatural crossover imagine where the reader is female Castiel and is the youngest of the angels and is the same age as Derek Hale, and she moved to Beacon Hills with Dean and Sam Winchester and began having a relationship with Derek and when she meets the pack, they’re in awe of how powerful she is? Can you also have Dean and Sam meet the pack and Dean tell Derek not to corrupt the reader?

Warnings: None

A/N: Hope you like it, darling<3 ENJOY! 

ps! Thank you @fangirl–of-everything for telling me about my wrong copy paste ;p little mistake there from my side….

Originally posted by writingempress

*gif not mine* 

She nervously clutched Derek’s hand tighter as she stood in front of the door, in which behind it waited a lot of people. Normally she was used to only her companions, Sam and Dean, and whenever she would meet someone of the supernatural it in most cases ended up with them being dead, almost never of her hands of course, but of the Winchester’s. 

 «You’re going to be fine, Y/n. They’ll like you.» Derek reassured her, giving her hand a comforting squeeze. 

 «I can do this.» She spoke confidently, although she was far from it as Derek opened the door like it was his own home, which it wasn’t by the way, but a werewolf named Scott McCall. 

 There were a lot of sounds in the house, but not the noisy kind which it often was when the Winchesters argued, but the kind which was filled with warmth, kindness and laughter. 

 They rounded the corner to the kitchen, and it was a lot to take in. In front of her was two werewolves, a kitsune, a banshee, a were-cayote and two humans. It was the oddest bunch of supernatural creatures she had ever seen in one room, having fun, together. 

 «Look who finally arrived.» One of the humans smiled over at them, the one with the dark hair and brown eyes. 

 Derek just gave him a sour look before turning to the others. 

 «Everyone, I want you to meet my girlfriend, Y/n.» He introduced her, and she waved shyly at them. 

One of the werewolves, the alpha it felt like, jumped up from his position on the sofa and quickly walked towards them, stretching his hand out as soon as he was close enough to take. But as soon as he was close enough, Y/n, zapped away, turning up on the opposite side of Derek, hiding behind his back. 

Was it one thing she was not used to, then it was the humans form of greeting. Like the «handshake». 

 «Sorry, Scott. She’s a bit nervous.» Derek apologized for her, as Scott stood there hand still outstretched in front of him and his eyes wide open in surprise. Behind him she could see the others sitting with similar expressions on their face. 

 «waitwaitwaitwait-!» The human who had spoken earlier scrambled up from his position as well, stumbling slightly as he came over to stand beside Scott. 

«What did you just do? You were there, and then you weren’t, and now you’re here.» He rambled on like an excited child, pointing towards her and the spot she had been standing just seconds ago. 

 «Never heard of teleportation before?» She asked matter of factly. 

How could a human be that stupid? But then again they never reacted well to shock. 

 After her little teleportation stunt, and having to explain to the one named Stiles in particular how that came to be, the night went smoothly. The odd pack quickly adjusted to the idea of her being an angel, and the other human, Mason, had quickly asked to see some of her abilities, to which she had gladly showed them just a few of them, leaving them in awe of what she was able to do. 

And as Derek had told her, they liked her.


«You really didn’t need to follow me all the way home.» They stood in front of the apartment she and the brothers were living in at the moment, having left from Scott’s house earlier than the others. 

 «Couldn’t let you walk alone in Beacon Hills, even though you are an angel.» Derek said as he pulled her closer to him, resting his forehead against hers. As he leaned down closer, their lips almost brushing against each other the door behind Y/n opened making them pull apart quickly. 

 «There you are, Y/n.» Dean stood in the doorway, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe. 

 «Dean.» Y/n greeted back courtly, 

 «I see you brought the dog around again.» He commented, making Derek growl slightly, his eyes flashing. 

«Dean! I have told you to stop calling him that!» 

 «Yeah, Yeah, now can I have a word, alone, with that rascal of yours?» Dean raised his eyebrows impatiently where he stood, and she let out a sigh. 

 «Only if you promise not to hurt him in any way.» She nodded, giving Derek a quick peck on the lips, before brushing past Dean and into the apartment where she knew Sam was making something that smelled absolute divine. 

 «Listen punk, I’m saying this purely out of the goodness of my heart and the deep care I have for Y/n.» Dean started as he stepped closer to where Derek was standing his arms crossed over his chest. 

 «A hunter with a good heart? You sure about that?» Derek bit back, jaw set tight as he looked at Dean. Dean closed his eyes with a sigh, before focusing back on what he was here to say to him. 

 «Y/n is a pure being, I’m sure you have noticed that by now and I’ll say this only once. You corrupt her in any way, and I’ll be hunting for your ass next. You got it?» Dean pointed a finger threateningly over at Derek, who for once didn’t come with a rude mark back. 

 «That won’t be a problem, Gun man, I’ll take care of her.» Dean nodded at that satisfied with the answer. 

 «Now go. I’ve seen enough of your ugly face for a whole week.» Dean ushered him away as he went back into the apartment as well, knowing they would have a nice little meal together as the family they were. 

Without any lurking dogs.

During the blue carpet, I couldn’t see what Sebastian was doing but I noticed he pointed at the deaf girl. Watching this video explains it.

There were a few representatives from Singapore beneficiaries like the Association for Persons with Special Needs (APSN), Students Care Service and Singapore Association for the Deaf (SADeaf) and the little girl’s question to Chris was, “Do you love Singapore as much as we love you?” After Chris has replied, Anthony signed something to her and as everyone was scrambling to get him to clarify (fyi he said “you’re beautiful”), Sebastian on the side quietly caught her attention by pointing at her and signed “Thank you” to which she nodded in reply. You can see he looked a bit nervous after (fingerbiting) like, “Damn! Did I sign that correctly?” and when he watched Anthony redoing the same sign, he was all “Yup! I didn’t mess it up.”


© to thejaynahop for the original video

Baby Bust

Universe: TMNT!2012

Pairing: Raph/April (Raphril)

Prompt: “You’re pregnant and it’s mine"  from here (x)

Note: This was supposed to be 500 words I swear. It kind of just…got away from me and I loved it so much I couldn’t stop myself. On a side note human courting is gross and horrifying. It’s not a secret. Everybody knows.

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"You’re pregnant and it’s mine,” Raph repeated for what felt like the hundredth time “We’re here to visit my brothers. To give them, I dunno, moral support or whatever.”

“Raph, I know the plan,” April sigh, adjusting her swollen belly. For all that it was fake it felt surprisingly real. Though why Fugitoid kept a hyper-realistic pregnancy belly around April preferred not to think about it too deeply. “Are you sure this is going to work?”

Raph’s head jerked sharply, pinning her with annoyed glare.

“Of course it’s a good idea.” He replied, bristling at the implication that his precious plan might have a glaring flaw. “We get in there, give Donnie his tech junk, and he’ll have them out in a snap. What’s the problem?”

April’s eyes trailed the sterile white hallways, taking in all the information she could for when everything inevitably went south. Judging from the looks the guards had shared when they first entered, their little ruse was less than convincing.

“I don’t know,” April shrugged, “maybe the fact you were supposed to be the one who knocked me up but you won’t even touch me.”


Seeing Raph’s blank stare April sighed. If this plan was going to work she was clearly going to have to do it herself. Rolling her eyes she looped an arm through Raph’s, ignoring the flinch she got when she did. He moved to pull away but that only made April tighten her grasp.

Thankfully, their arrival at the final security checkpoint forestalled any further objections he might have had.

“Anything to declare?” Asked one of the guards as she waved them through the scanner, a look of obvious disinterest on her furry purple face. “Please step through and wait for the beep.”

Everything seemed to be going fine as Raph, then April stepped through humming machine. According to Fugitoid the prosthetic skin should scramble any scanning devices and project the necessary images.

At least that’s what it was supposed to do.

“Hold up,” the guardswoman said sharply. Grabbing her partner by the arm she dragged him over to the screen. “What in the Gregarian Nebula is that?”

“Is something wrong?” April asked sweetly, though her stomach was sinking.

Whatever Fugitoid’s machine was supposed to do, it clearly hadn’t worked. At this rate they were going to need to fight their way out after all. From the corner of her eye, April could already see Raph sliding into a defensive stance.

“You better believe something’s wrong.” The female snapped. Spinning the screen around she pointed sharply at the detailed green image.

Much to April’s surprise, instead of a cluster of hard tech and wires there was a tiny body.

Upon closer inspection it did not seem so odd. Sure it had a shell and a few less fingers than a normal baby but otherwise even April would have been fooled by it if she hadn’t already known it was faked.

“It’s a baby,” April said slowly, glancing at Raph. He seemed to have the same perplexed expression though; if April didn’t know better she could have sworn she saw a hint of awe. “We’re having a baby.”

“And you keep it in your abdominal cavity?” the male guard squeaked, his olive skin turning yellow.

“Well, that’s where Earth babies normally go,” Raph replied, comprehension seeming to dawn. “Do you want to touch her belly or something? You can if you want.”

The two guards flinched back as though they’d been struck. Eyeing April suspiciously the guardsman edged around her until he reached the check point’s console.

“N-no we’re fine.” He stuttered, watching April like she was about to explode. “You can go on in.”

Just as she turned to leave a wicked thought crossed April’s mind. Leaning down slightly she planted a firm kiss right on Raph’s mouth, the curve of her belly forcing her to bend awkwardly.

Still, Raph’s arm wound tightly against her waist, pulling her close almost unconsciously. Even when they finally drew apart his grip remained firm, keeping her close at his side.

“Let’s go see your brothers, sweetie,” said April, smiling sweetly. As though this were a normal, everyday occurrence and not a solid eight on her weirdness scale.

“Whatever you say, dear,” nodded Raph, tugging her gently down the hall.

When they were just out of the guards’ earshot April leaned down once again, this time to whisper in Raph’s ear.

“You know,” she smirked, “you’re actually a pretty good baby daddy.”

Raph shook his head but kept his arm tightly around April’s waist. For appearance’s sake. Probably.

“You’re not too bad yourself.”

As April and Raph turned the corner the guardswoman turned to her partner, a look of blatant horror on her face.

“Did you see that?” She hissed, glancing down the hallways as if fearful that April or Raph would reappear. “They secreted fluids. Into each others’ mouths,” she shuddered, “and in public no less.”

Even the thought of it sent the guardsman into another fit of heaving.

“Terrans are absolutely disgusting.”

Look at Me...Please. {:Carl Grimes x Reader:} Spoilers!!

Warning: There are spoilers, mentions of death, near amputation, and swearing!

Request:  Can you please do one where the reader is a mess after seeing Carl almost lose his arm so as soon as they get in the motor home, she scrambles to find rags and water to rub the black line off of his arm. And pulls him to the back bedroom is. (There is probably one in there)She’s so frantic that she doesn’t here him say her name at first but then he says her name louder and grabs her hands. She looks up at him w/tears in her eyes. And whatever else you want to add. Thanks! 😊



The smell of blood was thick in the air. It covered the gravel, Lucille, and anyone near to the bodies. Sweat dripped down my forehead and onto the ground as I hunched over. The pain in my head and knees almost made me forget the situation but it was the smell of blood that made me come back to reality. Rick was gone, Abe was dead, and so was Glenn theirs last words ringing through my head. 

“Suck….. my….. nuts.” 

“Maggie, I’ll find you.”

Glenn was my best friend. He was everyone’s light and the purity of the group. I looked to him for wisdom and if there was something I wasn’t sure about, he was the man I went to. Maggie’s ragged breath was in my ear as I felt her arms around me. 

“Maggie. I’m so sorry.” I said looking at Glenn’s corpse. Abe’s blood was splattered on my face and body from Negan’s previous actions. 

“I know Y/N. There’s nothing we could’ve done.” Maggie struggled out. 

“I know. I just…. It happened so fast.” I said letting out a loud sob. 

“Here we are Prick.” Negan’s voice said said breaking through my sobbing. “Let me ask you something Rick- do you even know what that little trip was about?”   I picked my head up and watched as Negan walked around Rick who was crouching on the ground. Rick stayed silent as Negan waited for him respond.

“Speak when you’re spoken to.” Negan said looking down at Rick.

“Okay. Okay.” Rick said saying that he got the point.

“The trip was about the way that you looked at me. I wanted to change that. I wanted you to understand. But you’re still looking at me the same damn way… like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that’s not going to work.” Negan said making questions fly around my brain.

“What is he going to do?” I thought to myself. 

“So, do I give you another chance?” Negan asked Rick with a smile on his face.

“Yeah. Yes. Yes.” Rick said reluctantly.

“Okay. All right. And here it is, the grand-prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day become’s everyone’s last crap day, or just another crap day. Get some guns to the back of their heads.” The Saviors cocked their guns and stepped forward placing the gun on back of my head and the barrel of the gun sat uncomfortably behind my ear. 

“Good. Now level with their noses, so if you have to fire… Pow! It’ll be a real mess.” Negan said chuckling. Negan Looked at Carl and smiled in a very evil way making a shiver run up my spine. 

“Kid. Right here.” Negan said making gestures with his finger. “ Kid…now.” Negan said after Carl didn’t move.

“No please you need him please don’t do it.” I said not able to control the tears running down my face.

“Now don’t you worry sweetheart. I’ll take good care of him.” Negan said looking at me making my cry even more. 

“Carl please don’t go. Let it be me. Let it be me.” I said grabbing Carl’s hand. 

“Y/N I have to go. I’ll be fine. You have to let go now.” Carl said pulling on his arm but it was no use because I had a death grip. “ Y/N You have to let me go. I’ll come back.” Carl said kneeling down, kissing my lips, and taking my hands in his pulling me off him. 

“Please Carl- Negan take me instead you don’t need me. Please I love him. Don’t kill him.” I said sobbing, reaching out for Carl as he walked up to Negan. 

“No you better shush now or I’ll kill him and everyone else.” Negan said directing Lucille at everyone. 

“Okay Okay. Carl I love you.” I said looking down. 

“Are you a southpaw?” Negan asked pulling off his belt. 

“Am I a what?” Carl asked with a hint of sass in his voice. I smiled at the thought of Carl’s face as he said that.

“Are you a lefty?” Negan asked rephrasing his original question.

“No.” Carl answered sternly. Confusion struck me and I was left wondering what Negan was going to do. I looked up in time to see Negan wrap Carl’s left forearm in his belt. 

“That hurt?” Negan asked wrapping it around Carl’s arm several times. 

“No.” Carl said tilting his head to one side as to shake off Negan.

“Should. It’s supposed to.” Negan said opening his eyes wide. “All right. Get down on the ground kid, right next to daddy. Spread them wings.” Negan said throwing Carl’s hat on the ground. I looked down not wanting to Carl being hurt and humiliated in front of the group. Negan’s voice and Rick cries could be heard as I squeezed my eyes shut wanting time to pass. 

Rick’s cries silenced and the sound of gravel crunching under weight was heard. Maggie’s silent cries filled the air as they began to get up wanting to get away from their place on the ground. 

“Y/N.” Carl said from above me. 

“Carl?!” I exclaimed looking up at him in shock. 

“Come on. Let’s get you out of here.” Carl said holding his arms open. I stood up shakily with the help of Carl, of course and looked around at everybody and one last look at the bodies of the people I once called my friends. “Don’t look at that Y/N.” Carl said in a sweet voice, direction my head to lay on his shoulder as we walked towards the RV’s open door. 

“Why did this happen?” I asked picking up my head so he could walk into the RV with me in pursuit. 

“I don’t know Y/N. I don’t know.” Carl said holding out his hand for me to take. My eyes traveled down his arm to the black, straight line of his forearm and for some reason my eyes were glued to that horrid line. I rushed into the RV and frantically searched through the cabinets looking for something to wash it off. 

“You need to take it off! You need to take it off!” I said tears brimming my eyes threatening to spill. 

“Y/N what are you doing. Calm down.” Carl said as I paced the main area. I ran to the bedroom hoping there would be something there as I searched through the drawers. 

“There’s nothing here! How can there be nothing here!?” I asked breathing quite heavily.

“Y/N.” Carl said softly trying to get my attention but I didn’t hear it the slightest. I paced the floor mumbling to myself trying to figure out how to wash it off and visions of the bloodied mess on the gravel that was now stained with blood. 

“They’re gone-”

“Y/N you need to calm down.” Carl said grabbing my arms stopping me in my tracks. “Look at me… Please.” Carl said looking down at me tears welling his eyes. The sight made you let out a loud sob.

“He was going to- He tried to do-”

“I know but I’m still here. I’m okay.” Carl said wrapping his long arms around me.

“Glenn and Abraham they’re gone. They are never going to-”

“I know. I know.” Carl said rubbing my head with his hand trying to sooth me. A loud sob escaped my lips as my knees gave away and I fell to the ground Carl going with me. My chest tightened as the memory of Glenn’s and Abe’s death ran through my head. 

“Why?” I asked myself sobbing in Carl’s arms. 

“I know It’s okay. You’re okay.” Carl said said putting his head on mine. 

“I’m okay.” 

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anonymous asked:

calum being sick and having to stay home from work so ur little girl insists on taking care of him despite cal telling her shes gonna get sick and she has her assistant teddybear w her and makes a bit of a mess in the kitchen pouring him juice but overall she does a good job checking up on him and she sits w him on his bed and gives him her teddybear to snuggle w while they nap and u come home and see ur two lil snuggle bugs sleeping and wOw im crying !!!!


Baby Girl Hood would insist that Calum would get into bed and she’d tuck him in “just like you do, daddy!” and his chest would rumble with his chuckle because Baby Girl Hood couldn’t quite see top of the bed so she’d scramble up and have to crawl over the top of the bed to tuck her fuzzy blanket under his chin because “it can make you feel betta too!”. She’d bolt from the room to get him juice but she can’t reach the cabinets with the cups so Calum’s gotta follow after her, watching from the door to the kitchen as she pushes her tiny step stool against the counter and climbs onto the counter and Calum moves forward so he stands behind her just in case she looses her balance, tucking his hands under her arms to gently lift her off the counter and place her back onto the ground. Baby Girl Hood would just look up at her daddy and grin her little gap-toothed smile with her eyes crinkled at the corner and thick, black hair wild and curly around her face. She’s pull the fridge open with all her weight and stumble back when it did open and she’d purse her lips, realizing that there’s juice boxes sitting on the bottom shelf where she can reach and she’d abandoned the cup she climbed to get and pick up two juice boxes and tuck them into one arm with them held to her chest because she’s not that big yet and she’s still gotta turn and grab her daddy’s hand to lead him back upstairs because “it nap time, daddy! momma says ya gotta sleep too!” and Calum just lets her, tiny hand wrapped around his. He helps her back onto the big bed and follows her, letting her open the box of juice and laughing to himself when she pouts because the straw bent and she missed the tiny hole where it’s supposed to go on the first try and Calum would wrap his fingers gently around her’s and help her open it and would wrinkle his nose at her and smile when she held it up to her daddy’s mouth for him to drink and Baby Girl Hood would giggle and when Calum’s done he’s lay down with her on his chest and her tiny breathes would even out and Calum’s all content with her against him and falls asleep right after and only wakes up when you come home about two hours later to find them.