excuse me why i pass out

I keep on telling them, it doesn’t matter how I look! I’m still one of the guys.

Yes, that witch’s curse has changed my body to be identical to the last model I made a sexist comment about, but that doesn’t change anything. I’m still wearing plaid shirts and knocking back beers at the bar. They needn’t treat me any different just because I’m prettier than anyone they’ve ever dated and with a bust that makes all the girls in hooters jealous when we go in for wings.

Nothing has changed. At all. I wish they would stop staring at me, and undressing me with their eyes.

Nothing has changed! There’s no reason why I’ve started to wear lower-necklines on my shirts. There’s no reason why I’m finding any excuse to touch their forearms, their biceps, even their thighs. There’s no reason that I’m out every night, trying to see if they’ll drink enough to have enough nerve to make a pass at me… or I’ll drink enough so that the nagging idea that I really want to take them into the alleyway behind the bar and see if I can suck them all dry becomes reality.

I don’t want to do that. Nothing has changed. I don’t want that.

What do I want? 

Well, if you’re asking, I’d love another drink.

hermione still flinches when ron’s hands brush her neck and she doesn’t understand why she does, because the cold, metal sting and everything that happened later, is painfully different from his soft palms. she stops wearing perfume, and starts casting protection charms.

remus despises his nature so much that the scars on his body are from his own hands. he knows what the taste of wolfsbane is when it doesn’t quite work; bitter and unmistakably sweet—it’s sirius’s blood when he goes too far.

ginny’s hands shake uncontrollably when she writes for hours at a time. the words will start to swim across the page and mix and scramble into anagrams. hi, i’m tom. what’s your name? hi, i’m tom. what’s your name? hi, i’m tom. what’s your na—

pansy knows what it’s like to cast unforgivables on first years. she learns how to enunciate the words with refined perfection, and learns how to want to hurt them. she throws up in the abandoned washroom after every lesson, and finds comfort in the absent arms of moaning myrtle.

ron faints everytime he apparates. he’ll wake up in hermione’s lap; his hair wet against his forehead, and his arms heavy with sweat. he always reaches for his shoulder and visibly relaxes when blood doesn’t rub off his fingers. he doesn’t know how to control his anger either, and feels the shame creep into his skin whenever hermione looks at his chest. he knows that she’s looking for the locket because he wishes that was what he could lay his blame on.

tom falls in love at the age of twelve—watched glimmering jewels glide down his own hand and pool at the bland tiles in the orphanage; started fires just to keep things lively. he collects followers like sheep in a mindless herd and finds that the acclaimed intricacies of a human brain is much more dull than he had imagined. he holds fear like a baby would with a blanket and spends nights wishing he had more time. he dies knowing he never had enough.

draco knows what it’s like to have your mind violated and out bare for all the world to see. he remembers severus saying that veritaserum has no taste, and discovers that he was wrong. the so called non dimensional potion is much too similar to the taste of the silent pleas he shouted when he watched snatchers salivate at the sight of his mother, or the copper droplets of red that sprinkled the surface of his cracked lips when he watched children slaughtered in the blink of an eye.

sirius has spent his entire childhood without the warmth of a mother’s embrace or the reassuring words of a father. he tells himself he’s okay with it—that he would rather have no family than one that wished his friends dead. he doesn’t know what to think when he has neither family or friends alive—the only embrace he will ever feel again is the one that lurks behind bars in his azkaban cell.

luna stops searching for wrackspurts, and instead, starts organizing her fathers office. she should be relieved when people stop calling her loony lovegood but all she feels is the absence of her imagination. war, it seemed, was not an adventure, but an old friend that came at inconvenient times in history.

harry doesn’t want to start a family because every father he has ever had has been hurt at his own expense. ginny rocks his body against her chest and brushes the tears away from his eyes as soon as they fall. she tells him that he’ll learn how to be a father—that it will come as naturally as magic had. the sharp pain that lodges inside of him whenever albus retreats back into his room is reflected so blatantly on ginny’s face. he wishes that he were a blind man so that he never had to see his mistakes out in the open, and rubs at his fading scar.

despite the years that had passed, it seemed that all was not well.

#scorbus #soulmates #angst

Prompts: @lostandmessedup
Author: @queenofthyme

“Our sons are dating.”

Hearing Draco’s whispered voice in his ear brings Harry back to an earlier time. It’s both vivid and distant all at once. Harry allows the memory to fade as quickly as it comes to him - clinging onto to such things never helped in the past.

“You sound surprised,” Harry replies, not bothering to whisper back. Albus and Scorpius are too far away to hear them, already making their way onto the Hogwarts Express, holding hands as they had been all Summer.

“You don’t think they’re soulmates, do you?”

Harry’s jaw tightens at the word. Draco makes it sound like a bad thing. A terrible burden. “So what if they are?”

“I suppose it doesn’t matter to someone who doesn’t believe.”

A short humourless laugh escapes from Harry’s mouth. Draco was always good at picking fights where there was none. “I believe.”

“Ah,” Draco draws out the word. “I just wasn’t good enough, was I?” He asks, his cold humour cutting as always. “Thought you could pick again?”

Harry resists the urge to roll his eyes. He is determined to be a mature adult even if Draco isn’t. “Malfoy, don’t be dramatic.”

“I see, was I too dramatic? Did you prefer someone who wouldn’t steal your spotlight? Who would stand behind you like an obedient little house-elf?”

“Clearly not, otherwise I wouldn’t have married Ginny,” Harry bites back. Ginny. Holyhead Harpies Team Captain. World Renowned Quidditch Player. Earns more than Harry’s fortune in a single year. More raw magical power in her pinky finger than most wizards have in their entire body. Obedient house-elf? Not so much. If she were here, she would have decked Draco for suggesting it.

“Why did you marry her?” Draco’s voice has lost some of its edge now, the hurt clear behind his words.

“Why didn’t I just wait around for you, you mean?” Harry counters, bitterness leaking into his tone. He’s mad and he wants Draco to know it. It’s not fair for Draco to play the scorned lover. Not when the part is rightfully Harry’s. “Why didn’t I follow you halfway across the world, or wherever the hell you went, like an obedient little house-elf, you mean?”

“All you had to do was - “

“You left.” Harry interrupts. “You. So don’t you dare turn this around on me.”

Harry knows his face must be red with his anger. He can’t remember the last time he’d been so worked up like this. Not since Draco left. Draco Malfoy always had a way of drawing the uglier emotions out of him.

When too much silence has passed, Harry finally looks over to Draco and stares into the eyes of his soulmate.

“I had to,” Draco whispers. It’s not much of an excuse and Harry doesn’t know why he expected anything more.

He turns back to the train, watching the last trickles of students hurry in. “Well, I had to move on.”

Harry hears Draco clear his throat beside him. “I saw your divorce in The Daily Prophet. Did the Weas - did she find her soulmate?”

“She doesn’t have one,” Harry says stiffly. He’d sometimes been jealous of that. Not having a soulmate might have been easier. Anything would have been easier than having Draco Malfoy as his. “We both wanted children.” He adds by way of explanation. That had been the whole basis of their marriage. Harry had lied to Draco of course. He’d never really moved on.

“Do you think…” Draco trails off.

Harry looks up. “What?”

Draco shakes his head, eyes straight ahead. “Never mind.”

What, Malfoy?”

“You used to call me Draco.”

Harry shrugs as casually as he can manage. “That was years ago,” he says. What he doesn’t want to say is how much it hurts to say that name. How it brings back memories of everything he had and lost. How it means so much more to him than just a name.

“Do you think that maybe we just had the timing wrong?” Draco finally continues his earlier thought, still not looking at Harry. “That we weren’t supposed to be together until…until now.”

Harry feels his breath leave him. “Now?” He chokes out.

Draco nods, his gaze fixed on the train. “If soulmates are real, so is destiny, or fate, or whatever you want to call it. I know I was meant to have Scorpius. He’s changed me, Harry, he really has. I’m a different person.” He turns to Harry as the train horn sounds. “I think now I could be who you wanted me to be. Who I want to be.”

Harry stares back at Draco while the sound of the train’s departure roars in their ears. As the train exits the station, the sound fades to a whisper and then to a silence between them. Finally, after years, there’s nothing in their way.

“You’ve kept me waiting long enough, Draco.”

more like this l @queenofthyme

you go to school on the first day. you sit in a seat far back. the bell rings to initiate homeroom, and teacher stands. she closes the door, turns to everyone and gives you a smile.

“good morning everyone, how are you? tired, i assume?” she gives a small chuckle and begins passing out a syllabus.

“now, before we get started… do any of you have identities you dont want to share with anyone?”
immediately, you sit upright. you blink. did you hear her correctly?

“u–um, excuse me?” you say without raising your hand.

“why, what i mean is, do we perhaps have two komaedas in this class? two nozomis? god forbid… two suzuyas? ill personally make sure one has their schedule changed to accommodate if so.”

one student raises their hand. “im sal from mogeko”

you feel sick.

Meant to Be (12)

Mean to Be Masterlist

Pairing: Prince!Bucky X Servant!Reader

Words: 1690

Warnings: Angst to fluff.

Summary: As the news of the King’s death spreads throughout the land, lords and ladies from the nearby countries swarm the castle to offer condolences to the queen and her son. As the prince mourns his father, he is met with the reality that he must now choose a wife and begin his reign.

A/N: Did you catch The Hobbit (2nd movie) reference? I’ll put up the tags later. Tag list is closed!!! There is one part left :)

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Cherry-Bomb Bastard

A/N: ~For the Anon who filled my Jungkook thirst~

Word Count: 10,269

Originally posted by pjmjjk

“Baek, why do I have to be here again?” Baekhyun rolled his eyes at your question, yanking out one of your earbuds as you blew a bubble into the gum you were smacking on.

“Maybe if you weren’t playing your music so loud you would’ve heard me the first time.” he raised his brow at you, nodding his head to the loose earbud that was playing loud rock ‘n roll into the open air. “I told you; this was a last-minute MC thing they needed me to do and I wouldn’t dare leave you at the dorm with the sausage party living there.”

“I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest as you popped your gum.

“Oh, I know you can, I also know that the guys wouldn’t control themselves around you.” Baekhyun pointed out, dragging you further in the backstage area of the TV set.

“How come things like this always happen when I come to visit you?” you huffed, blowing another bubble as you followed your older brother.

“Coincidence?” Baekhyun smiled and shrugged, chuckling when he heard the music coming out of your exposed earbud.

“Really? ‘Super Freak’ by Rick James?” you just smirked and winked at your brother.

“Hey, 70′s American funk is amazing and you can’t tell me otherwise big bro.” you saw him poke his tongue out at you as you shoved your earbud back in, taking out a fresh stick of gum and adding it to the growing wad in your mouth. You tugged the leather jacket you wore closer to you; well, really it was Baekhyun’s, but after hearing you complain about the cold he immediately gave it up to you. He knew he wouldn’t hear the end of your whining if he didn’t.

You sighed, aimlessly looking around at the hustle and bustle of the studio as your mind became absorbed in funky bass and brass music. You took your phone out of your pocket, intending to change the song when you ran smack dab into someone, losing your brother in the throng of stage workers. You fell straight on your bottom, your earbuds popping out of your ears as your phone slid across the floor.

“Shit.” you muttered, scrambling after your phone. You reached out to grab it when a hand beat you to it, picking it up and examining the screen. You looked at the person on the ground next to you (obviously, they were the one you had ran into) and were fully intending on giving them a good cussing out not only for taking your property, but for not even mumbling a sorry, when your words got caught in your throat.

The person you ran into had to be one of the best-looking people you had seen in your entire life; with sweet chocolate brown hair, dark eyes and sharp facial features you didn’t know if you had ran into a normal human being, or some sort child of Aphrodite. You stopped your persistent gum chewing when he finally acknowledged you, his lips curving into a smirk as he held your phone out to you cheekily.

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Gym Class Losers (Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader)

Eddie Kaspbrak x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: P.E. sucks, no questions asked, but when you get hurt during a game of soccer there is at least one cute boy who cares enough to help you. So yeah, P.E. still sucks ass, but maybe it’s not as bad as you initially thought.

Warnings: Guys… if you think this fanfic isn’t gonna have swearing you don’t know me well. This also includes minor mention of blood. Otherwise vERY FLUFFY. 

Word Count: 1,459


Ah gym class, art thou the most fucked of classes. You think, wiping your sweaty palms on your gym shorts. You weren’t a loser or a huge nerd (although you got straight A’s), nor were you part of the Populars. You were just (Name), and P.E. wasn’t your thing. Sure, you didn’t fail like some kids, but the jocks made it impossible to even try at being good.

“Pass to me!”

“I’m open!”

Yeah right. You’re on the other side of the gym, trying to elbow a kid away from the goal. You’re about as “open” as a Mrs. Kaspbrak’s asshole. You shudder at the mental image of your new next door neighbor. The point was, even when the teams were an even ratio of athletic to non athletic, the jocks still managed to create a monopoly between themselves, almost entirely ignoring you and the less sporty people. You saw an uncomfortable looking brunette with sort of pudgy cheeks, who was on the other team, struggle to get out of the way as two girls, both known to be soccer players, almost trampled him to death fighting for the ball. You resisted the urge to snicker at his extremely awkward stature.

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LET’S CONTRIBUTE.

so this “humans are weird/Space Australia thing is super fun.

imagine the concept of alcohol.

An alien sees a pack of humans all drinking from a similar looking bottle.

Borque the alien: Human Zack, what are you all drinking?

Zack: oh? this? -holds up a beer bottle- this is beer.

Borque: "Beer?” you all appear to be drinking it. Is it good for you?

Zack: oh…. well, sorta? I mean, it’s mainly a social type of drink. most don’t really do it by themselves.

Borque could not grasp the concept of a “social” drink. what does that even mean? Then it hit him

Borque: Oh! it must make you more physically inclined so you can play sports together!

Zack: hm. not really, it actually can hinder your motor functions if you drink too much.

Borque: then does it make you smarter so you can all “joke” together?

Zack: bit exactly, while you can be funnier, it also impairs your mental state. you tend to make worse decisions. I mean, Tyler gets really funny, but he usually passes out from drinking and can’t remember anything

Borque: Wait, drinking too much beer can make you FORGET your night?

Zack: That’s nothing. drink too much and some of our organs can stop functioning.

Borque: EXCUSE ME!? Your organs stop functioning!? Why do you drink it!?

Zack: Cause it’s FUCKING AWESOME -him and Tyler high five and then chug their beer-

Back to the Past (Hamilton x Reader) 1

Words: 1600+

Request: [screams] tIME TRAVEL AU WITH A. HAM (like bam u wake up one day in the 18th century) 👌 @ghcstflower

Warnings: Cursing, small mention of linnamonroll

A/N: making this into a series peeps! i didn’t think that a one-shot would suffice for what i wanted to write, soooooo, here it is!

Part 2


You grew up in Northeast New Jersey, so taking the bus back from NYC and your hometown wasn’t as hard as many might think. You soon heard about this new musical that many were anxious to see, and even your friends were constantly telling you about it. You ignored them, of course, because Broadway felt like an opera to you. Listening to showtunes and watching a show about one of the founding fathers just was not your cup of tea.

“Come on, Y/N! Just one song, please!” You friend begged, holding out their phone to you. You sighed, sipping on your coffee. It was freezing outside, below zero. You wore the biggest coat you owned, with giant earmuffs you found in one of your boxes.

You recently moved back to NJ, tired of the city life in Manhattan. Your family was right; living in the city was for people who were always on the go. Since you were the opposite of that, a writer, bumping into people in the streets every day, passersby’ stepping on your toes, was not the most entertaining thing you’ve done. Living there for four months was enough for you.

“No.” You grumbled, looking out the window of the local coffee shop. Your friend continued to whine about the stupid musical, and you eventually gave in, putting on the earbuds that she gave you. She played the opening song, called Alexander Hamilton. You smirked at the cheesiness, but pressed play.

“How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore, and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean…”

The song trailed on, and you bumped your head to the beat unconsciously, listening to the lyrics. You were surprised on how it sounded more like a mainstream song than a play. You didn’t notice your friend grinning at you, doing a little fist pump.

After the song finished, you gave her back her phone, sipping on your coffee once more. She looked at you, expecting a reaction. You shrugged, playing with your straw.

“It was alright.” Her eyes widened at your response. You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of saying that you actually liked it, so denying it was the best way to go.

“Alright? It’s amazing, Y/N! Lin Manuel worked on this play for years, it’s anything but alright.” She mocked your tone, and you frowned at her.

“I told you, I don’t like Broadway shows. They’re boring and follow the same theme. I’m not interested.” She put her face in her hands, shaking her head slowly. You grinned at her actions, bringing your gaze back to the scene outside. Everyone seemed to be always on the move; headphones in and ignoring the world around them. You pitied them; they will never understand the world outside their screens.

“How am I friends with you?” She mumbled.

The rest of the time you were enjoying your break, she told you all the facts of the musical, even showing you some of the cast members. You couldn’t help but stare longer at the man who created the musical; Lin Manuel Miranda.

He was handsome, really handsome. You made a mental note of searching him up later, when your friend wasn’t bugging you about some tickets that she got. She convinced you to join her to see the musical, since your other friend cancelled on her last minute.

“If I go see this with you, would you stop trying to make me listen to the rest of the soundtrack?” You asked, throwing away the empty container into the recycling bin. She nodded quickly, to the point where you wondered if she gave herself whiplash.

“See you tomorrow!” She skipped away, trying to catch the next bus to bring her back home to Manhattan. You looked the train back to your town in NJ, taking less than twenty minutes to get there. You dragged yourself up the stairs, and into the apartment, closing the door behind you.

Later that night, you researched Lin Manuel Miranda. You were surprised that he wrote other plays, and won various awards for things that he created. It was a shock that he was single, his good looks and achievements made you think he’d be married and have children already. As you stalked this man online, your eyes began to close, blinking slowly. Before you fell asleep, you clicked on a link. Your eyes drooped closed, your face falling on your keyboard.

The sun shined in your face, causing you to blink quickly, glaring through your semi open lids. You groaned, rolling over. You reached for your phone, feeling a plant tangled in your fingers instead. You blinked, pushing yourself off the grass.

Wait.

Grass.

You were sleeping outside.

On the grass.

You looked around you, realizing that you were in an open field. It was eerily quiet, not even the birds chirping or the scurrying of squirrels climbing trees. A tent a few hundred feet away caught your attention, so you decided to approach it. You were still dressed in your sweats and tank top, what you thought you wore to bed. Before you reached the tent, a man came out, dressed in what seemed like a colonial uniform from the 1800s. His back was to you, but you noticed that his brown hair was long, pulled back into a hair tie. For some reason, your stomach churned staring at the man.

Did you stumble across some revolutionary reenactment? Is that why the man looked threatening, like he would shoot you at first glance? You searched your mind for some reason as to why you were outside, but the last thing you remembered was sitting next to your laptop.

You went against every instinct that told you not to go to the man, pushing your feet forward. He stopped moving, and you hesitated. He held his musket tight in his hand, quickly turning around to face you. He pointed his gun at your chest, an angry look on his face. You raised your hands quickly, shaking.

His eyes met yours, and he lowered his gun, confused. You gasped at the face in front of you.

It was Lin-Manuel Miranda. The famous guy you were researching last night.

“Miss, what are you doing out here?” He questioned, his hands still tight on the gun. You stumbled on your words, star-struck.

“Uh, I’m, um…” He put his gun in his holder on the side of him. His eyes were stuck on your body, the heat rising in his face. You wondered if he never saw a woman in a tank top before. “Excuse me, my eyes are up here.”

His eyes quickly made it back to your face, clearing his throat. “You did not answer my question, miss.” He replied, standing up straight.

“I’m sorry, but I have no clue why I’m out here. I woke up on this field. Maybe I sleep walk?” You said, lowering your arms. The leaves rustled on nearby trees, causing you to shiver, holding your arms tight against his chest. Lin realized how cold you were, and took off his overcoat, passing it to you. You thanked him, quickly throwing it on your body.

“Do you know where your home is? It must be close by.” You looked around, recognizing nothing in the vicinity. You turned back to Lin, and he had a small smile on his face.

Strange.

“Well, I live in an apartment complex near 42nd street. I don’t remember seeing any open fields in the middle of the city.” You mumbled. He stared at you, a puzzled look on his face. He chuckled softly. “What?” You questioned.

“Are you okay, miss? I never heard of this forty-second street or an apartment complex? We’re in Virginia.” He stated, crossing his arms. “Were you sent by Laurens to play a joke on me? Wait, are you trying to seduce me?” He moved his hand back to the gun on his side.

This guy must be crazy. He lives in NYC, he grew up in Washington heights. For crying aloud, the Richard Rogers theater is right in the heart of Manhattan. You glanced around him, noticing more tents around. Wait, there was more than just ten.

There were hundreds.

You stared at Lin.

His outfit seemed quite authentic, to the dirt under his nails to the blood-stained pants. You don’t recall seeing the pictures online having red marks on the pants. He looked young, too, maybe in his early twenties. Not the man you recall seeing on the internet that was in his late thirties. He was staring at you as well, still cautious.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“Alexander Hamilton.” He said simply, with a small bit of pride in his voice. You still fought off the idea that this may not be the time you were supposed to be in.

“Do you know who Elizabeth Schuyler is?” He shook his head, his foot tapping against the ground.

“What is a television set? A laptop?” He frowned.

“Are you telling me about a new weapon the British created? Who are you, miss?” He took out his gun from the position on his hip. “Who sent you here? And I’m not going to ask again.” You realized what’s going on.

“Tell me the year.” You said, your eyes widening. He didn’t say anything, his mouth in a straight line. “Tell me the year.” You repeated sternly. He smirked at you, rolling his eyes.

“1776.” He said, and you dropped onto the ground. He jumped back, confused.

1776. The year, it’s 1776.

What the hell is going on here?

The Drink Allergy - Steve Rogers x Reader

Originally posted by rogers-room

Warning: None. Fluff, romance and fruit puns with Captain Dorito.

Word Count: 1500 (give of take a few)

A/n: Here’s a little bit of Steve that I dusted off from my archives… x


The party was a little uncalled for but Steve enjoyed the company. All his fellow Avengers were having a lively time and relaxing. There was no gun fire and no danger save from the few dangerous conversations with people who idolised Captain America.

Steve was talking to Sam when a shoulder bumped into his own. A shoulder that was accompanied with fiery red hair.

“Hey,” Natasha said softly as she cut across Steve’s words.

“Nat.” Steve smiled and the woman leaned in slightly so that only he and Sam could hear her.

“Listen, I forgot that (Y/n)’s got a sensitive stomach to tequila and I think her drink got mixed up.” She said apologetically.

“What?” Steve frowned, his pleasant expression turning into one of worry.

“Where is she?” Sam asked, hoping to help out. Natasha turned to him and shook her head.

“I don’t know. I lost her in the crowd when Tony brought out the salsa dancers.” She confessed. “I’ve been on the lookout but I can’t do it alone.”

Sam gestured behind his friend with his head. “Why not get the Hawk-guy?”

Natasha sighed and sipped the drink in her hand as she rolled her eyes. “He’s too invested in his air guitar – oh crap,” she had turned to look over her shoulder just in time to Clint sculling his drink, “He’s going to pass out before the night is over. Excuse me, boys.”

She headed off in the direction of Clint which left Sam and Steve to take on this new mission.

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Me Against You

( Request: Reader and Spiderman being on opposite sides in Civil War.

PART 2, PART 3

A/N: This is my first time writing for Peter Parker, and I hope I’ve done this request justice!!  Feel free to send in more requests about this cutie pie!!  Please don’t post this elsewhere without my permission!! 


“Keep going, (Y/N)!” Sam hollers. “Get to the jet!”

You hunker down behind a bench. From your vantage point, you can see Spiderman kicking Sam and Bucky into a pane of safety glass. You duck your head to shield your eyes, so you don’t actually see the windows explode. But you hear it. You feel it, too. Those little shards of glass hurt as they pelt onto bare arms and legs.

You wish you’d thought to wear jeans.

“Go!”

You go. You rise from behind your cover and sprint. Coach would be so proud, if he could see you now.

“Your, mission, should you choose to accept it, is to get through enemy territory, and hijack their jet.”  So Captain America hadn’t said it in those words exactly, but the point he’d been trying to get across was essentially the same. Bucky and Sam would keep you from having to engage anybody, leaving you free to slip over to the Hangar and get the jet prepped and ready to go. You would have loved to pilot a jet – say, maybe, after about ten years of lessons, not after some hastily given instructions from ex-Agent Barton – and had told Captain America as much. You only had a learner’s permit for driving a car, not some fancy, high-tech jet, but he was adamant on having you as the getaway driver.

And, if you were being honest, having Captain America relying on you for help was pretty darn awesome.

“Behind you!”

Bucky’s warning comes too late. As you run onward and duck into a hallway, spandex-covered arms embrace you from behind – one around your shoulders, one around your waist. You put on an extra spurt of speed. The hands latch on. A shrill scream splits the air. It sounds like you. But it’s a futile effort – Sam and Bucky are securely trussed up, sticky webbing keeping them pinned to the floor. Even if they wanted to help, they couldn’t.

Let me go!” You demand, twisting and kicking. “Let me go right this instant!”

Inexplicably, the arms around you slacken; drop gracelessly back to their owner’s sides. You scramble away, with wide and frightened eyes, until the small of your back hits the concrete wall.  

(Y/n)?” You stiffen. Oh, no. Please, no. The voice, though woolly and quiet, is thoroughly familiar to you, from years of studying with him, talking to him, being friends with him. “Oh, God. Oh, God, why are you here? (Y/n), you shouldn’t be here.”

“Peter?” You blurt out. “Peter, is that you?”

“I – I’m not –” He’s nervously tripping over his words, trying to come up with a suitable lie. “I’m Spiderman, not –”

Your lips twist up in a sad smile. “You’re a rotten liar, Peter.”

And this time, he doesn’t try to deny it.

The two of you had been best friends ever since the second grade, when your nanny had forgotten to pack your lunch one day, and Peter had given you half of his tuna and mayo sandwich. You’d shared every day, every moment … Every secret.

However, it would appear, not every  secret.

“So … Spiderman, huh?” You manage, letting out a watery laugh that doesn’t hold any real humor in it. Spiderman might have saved you once, but this side of Peter is new and entirely foreign, much like the new and shiny suit that he’s sporting. “You’ve – You’ve really been busy, huh?”

You wonder when Peter was going to tell you; or if he was even planning to. Ever since Uncle Ben had passed, Peter had been acting strange: Showing up to school bruised and bloodied, cancelling days out together with only the flimsiest of excuses, showing up late to the appointments he did agree to go for …

And now you finally, finally know why.

“I-I’m sorry, (Y/n),” Peter says miserably. Even under the mask, you know that his forehead is creased and puckered up, warm chocolate eyes downcast. “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t – There was never a good time.”

Of course not.

“So what you’re really saying is: You don’t trust me.” It bursts out of you. You’ll admit there’s a sour surge of satisfaction when Peter recoils, even though you haven’t raised a hand to him. It comes out again, louder this time. “That’s what it all boils down to, doesn’t it? I thought we were friends. I trusted you. I told you everything – the boys I liked, the crushes I had. I thought –”

Me?” Peter’s glumness turns into irritation, and you realise your mistake. “I’m not the only one keeping secrets! You didn’t tell me that you’d be running around with Captain America and a bunch of –”

- Criminals. He doesn’t say it, but you know that’s what he means. The word hits you like a ton of bricks. You stare at Peter, not moving, not even blinking. A day ago, that wouldn’t have meant you. A day ago, you and Peter would have been in school. A day ago, the two of you would have still been friends.

When you had accepted Captain America’s request for help, you didn’t think that you’d have to face off with your best friend in the process.

(Y/n), I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean –”

He’s cracked something in you wide open. You stride away from the boy you once knew, but you can’t leave yet.

“Fine,”  You say, infusing the word with venom. “Then arrest me. Take me in. I’m just a criminal, right?”

Your voice rises in octaves, building up to a high crescendo. Your anger rises up, blooming in your chest like a poisonous flower, and you focus on that, since it chases away the chill that permeates deep into your bones. Blind now with a mingled combination of hurt and anger, your hand lashes its way through the air in a flicking motion, forcing the powers sleeping deep inside you to the surface. Even though Peter’s standing motionless at least six feet away, he’s shoved up into the air by an invisible force, slamming into the window behind you hard enough to crush bones. He flies out the window with a shriek.

You turn away from the remnants of shattered glass and a broken friendship, gloom already gathering atop your shoulders to weigh you down. In another life, you might have been fighting by his side, the two of you working together as Avengers. Now you’ve become public enemy number one.

Criminal, criminal. Your mind chants it over and over again, in a sing-song, lilting voice, matching each syllable with your racing pulse. I’m a criminal.

Jeff Atkins x Reader || Friends with Benefits

A/N: As requested by @mayasmedberg & @asheyl14 . Hope you enjoy it ! I honestly love writing 13rw imagines. Be sure to follow and like this for more. Feedback is always appreciated. Also leave some messages in my ask, I’m willing to do a Q&A or just finding someone to talk to. Btw this is the furthest I’ll ever go with smut I’m not comfortable going in depth so hope you understand. xx

Warning: Language

I think long and hard till this day about my decision I made 3 months ago. It was a simple yes or no question that he had asked me. Who could this possibly be ? You may wonder, it was the all too famous and every ones favourite Jeff Atkins

Jeff and I have been good friends since 7th grade, lately this year he has given me a lot more attention which I would never know why. He started teasing me and throwing harsh remarks; which people say that when guys tease you its because they have a crush on you, could this be true ? Jeff Atkins having a crush on (Y/N) (Y/L/N) ? Well, could us being friends with benefits be considered that Jeff has taken a liking to me ?

It all started 3 weeks ago. Before that my life was the same old coming to school being teased by Jeff and laughed at by his gang. Jessica was a good friend of mine and always told me to never take him seriously because he had grown to be cocky. I tried to brush it off but after a while his words started to hurt more by the day. I’d hoped that life would get better and I would get stronger but I was weak, that too I didn’t want to make my problem an issue for others. I’d cry myself to sleep on certain nights to free the pain but it didn’t help either.

I was sitting in the cafeteria with Jessica and Hannah, we were just talking about arranging times to do our group assignment until we were disrupted by Jeff’s daily remarks. “Oh boys would you look at that lonely fat shit sat between Hannah and Jess. Of course she’d sit with our girls because she can’t make friends of her own. Attention seeking bitch” he spat. I looked down at my lap and dug my nails onto my arm in hopes to not think about Jeff’s words. Does he think teasing me will distract people from finding about our ‘relationship’ ?

I hadn’t realised a tear left my eye until it dropped onto my arm. I looked back up at Jeff to see his face soften when he saw mine. “Jeff why don’t you shut the fuck up and leave her alone” Hannah said. I stood up from my seat “Excuse me” I murmured loud enough for just the girls to hear me and walked right pass the group of jocks with now probably bloodshot eyes. As I pushed pass the double doors of the cafeteria and into the empty hallways I cried out harder. Every time I would wipe a tear, another had dared to fall. I couldn’t control my emotions, today Jeff had crossed the line. I made my way down the hall and into the parking lot, picking up my pace to get to my car.

Heavy footsteps were heard behind me but I hadn’t bothered to see who it was since I was more interested in leaving. I pressed the unlock button on my car key from afar, opening up the car door my hand was stopped. I looked at the face that I last wanted to see. “Leave me the fuck alone Jeff. You’re the last person that should even bother to be here right now. What did you come here for ? To hurt me with your words because it’s almost the same as hurting me with a knife” I left him speechless. He looked back at me and was at a loss for words. “I thought so. Now excuse the fat shit that is about to leave before she runs you over” I said lastly, getting into the car and speeding off home.

My parents ran their own business and since they were always so busy traveling overseas or coming home late, then their was never really time for me to have a proper conversation about what’s going on in my life.

I ran into my house and upstairs to my bedroom as I balled my eyes out. I can’t believe I fell for an asshole like him, what the hell is my problem ? I filled myself up a nice hot bath with a few beautiful scented candles and threw in a bath both to soak myself in. As I got into the bath it was as if I forgot about all my worries and pain. I went through my phone and found numerous messages from Hannah, Jessica and Jeff. I froze in the bath when I read Jeff’s message “I’ll be at your house in 10”, that message was sent 8 minutes ago. He’ll easily make his way in if I don’t allow him. I mentally slap myself as I realised I didn’t lock the door. I don’t want to deal with him ever again and right now I don’t want to see him, I’d just like some alone time.

I quickly grabbed myself a towel and wrapped it around my body. I rushed downstairs to our front door and rolled my eyes when I saw Jeff outside our front porch ready to knock on the door. I opened it before he could “Atkins go home. I don’t want to see you here again nor do I ever want to have any dealings with you. Forget about our past because it was all just a joke to you anyway.” I said. His foot held the door when I tried shutting it and comparing his strength to mine, we all knew who won this battle. He came in and locked the door behind him.

He didn’t utter a word but just took small steps toward me. “I’m sorry” was all he blurted out. “Excuse me ?” I asked in shock. This was the first time I ever heard those words come out of his mouth. I never though those words would be existent in his vocabulary as he always expects people to bow down to him well, not me. “I’m sorry” he said once and shoved his hands into his jean pockets. “Apology not accepted. Now go away Jeff, you disrupted my bath” I said and turned on my heel already making my way upstairs to my bathroom. He followed close behind me “Do you not understand me when I ask you to leave ? Do I need to show you the door ?” I asked when I got into the bathroom. I let the towel drop to the floor and got into the tub.

I could feel Jeff’s stare on me, it was as if he was taking in the detail of every inch of my body. I played around with the bubbles in the tub, it was an awkward silence since Jeff was in the bathroom with me but he isn’t saying anything. “I don’t see what was the point in you coming if you aren’t going to say much. Did you expect to apologise for the first time and I’d suddenly be head over heels for you then we’d have sex ?” I asked and turned my attention to him. “Pretty much yeah” he said. He walked from leaning against the door to the edge of the tub and took a seat. “That’s not how it works for me” I rolled my eyes. “Jeff you need to understand that you’ve crossed the line. I don’t think I’d be able to forgive you” I said.

”You will after we have make up sex” he smirked. “Is that the only shit running through your mind ? Our friends with benefits relationship is over. So now you’re free to go mess around with other girls or unless you were already doing that whilst we had a fling ?” I raised a brow. He’s a jock, I should have expected him to be with over 20 other girls because I mean all the girls at school are head over heels for him.”I’ll be honest and say that you’re the only girl I’m with, in secret. All the other girls I just flirt with and lead them wanting for more” I just plainly nod my head trying to show I’m uninterested.

”Would you mind leaving now ? This fat shit has to rinse off in the shower and would like to take a nap after” I said with emphasis on what he called. “Oh I don’t mind, I could stand here and watch you all day babe” he grinned. I sighed and covered myself up with hands, I hopped into the shower and rinsed myself off. When I stepped foot out of the shower, Jeff wasn’t in my bathroom how did I not notice him leave but all the better for me now that I’m all alone. I wrapped the towel around my body and went to my room, I frowned to see him seated on my bed.

“I was so happy thinking you left but you just won’t leave will you ?” I asked and closed my room door behind me. “I want to make it up to you after what happened in the cafeteria so until you forgive me then I’ll leave like you said or unless you want me to stay” he wriggled his eyebrows.

“Okay, I can propose something. How about I punish you and then we can see where we go from there” I requested. “What punishment are we talking here ?” He asked eagerly. “Well, I can have my way with you, you can look at me all you want but only thing is you can’t touch” I whispered in his ear. “If it makes you forgive me then okay” he said. I grabbed the rope from my gown and thought of using that to tie his hands around the head board to keep him from touching me. “Kinky” he smirked when he saw the rope in my hand. I pushed him against the headboard and tied his hands, making sure he had no chance of touching me. He stared at me to try and catch on to what my next move was.

I hadn’t given him much time to think when I placed my lips on his cutting him off short. Our lips moved in sync, his lips were soft and might I say he was a damn good kisser. Just as I started to feel his tongue I broke the kiss and started to leave wet kisses from his jaw down to his collarbone. I kissed his sweet spot and nibbled on it, making sure to leave a mark. I joined our lips again making sure he had craved for more, he moaned when he finally got his way with his tongue in my mouth. I removed my towel and sat myself on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer if it was possible as I yearned for his touch. I realised I was not only punishing him but myself as well because I was craving for him.

”Baby I think that’s enough punishment I need to touch you” he mumbled between kisses. I ignored what he had said and decided to tease him by rubbing myself in circular motions on his crotch. “Ugh I can’t do this anymore” He was getting annoyed by the minute. “It won’t happen again” he pleaded. I trailed my hand slowly down to my private in hopes to throw him over board by now at the sight. “Don’t you dare” he warned. “Like I’d fucking do it myself, you’re finishing this off” I said and loosened the rope. “About fucking time, you’re all mine now” he pulled me by my waist. “Wait just a second, explain why the heck you insulted me in front of everyone at school ?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Because I have a huge crush on you and I didn’t want people to know about my true feelings but you’re the first to know now, and I’m sorry once again.” he rushed. “Well, why didn’t you say so a long time ago you dweeb, we wouldn’t have to worry about having this conversation” “Enough about that, I’d like to finish what you started” he pointed to his pants.

dordleordle  asked:

For the Voltron Family AU: Did Pidge, Hunk, or Lance ever deal with homophobic friends? Like, a friend who was disgusted when they said they had two dads? Idk I just really love this AU

[The Voltron Family] Jake the homophobic jerk Part 1 (Part 2)

Hunk had already gotten the permission for his group mates to come over for their group report in two days. Daddy Shiro was in the kitchen so he introduced his friends then proceeded to the living room where they would be staying for the afternoon. Pidge and Lance came and went to grab snacks but paid no mind to them. It wasn’t until Jake excused himself to pee. They didn’t even notice he was gone for more than 20 minutes when he came back looking very sick.

“Dude, you okay?” Hunk asked.

“I just saw your older brother make out with your father on my way back here,” he answered in disgust. “What is wrong with them?”

“What? You mean Lance?” Hunk raised an eyebrow.

“No!” Jake shook his head. “Not him. The Asian one. Long hair. Why do you condone this behavior? This—” he stopped as his eyes widened as Daddy Keith passed by them going quickly to the clinic but paused upon seeing the teenage kids in their living room. 

HIM!” Jake pointed at the newcomer. 

Hunk’s Dad had to stop to take a step back at the weird unknown accusation.

“Why would you make out with your father?” Jake asked, looking really mad. “That’s incest! Isn’t he like 30 years older than you or something?”

“Excuse me?” Daddy Keith asked, clearly offended as he stepped closer.

Hunk was just left speechless. He didn’t know what to do. 

“Dude, that’s Hunk’s other Da—” Diana whispered as she tugged Jake’s jeans.

“I happen to be married to my husband,” Dad answered with such a tone that Hunk didn’t really love hearing. “And he is not 30 years older, but only a few months.”

“You’re gay?” Jake gasped out loud. The room got too quiet and Hunk noticed Daddy Shiro emerged from the kitchen to check what the commotion was all about. Jake’s eyes darted towards his Dads and then to Hunk. “You have homosexual adoptive parents?!”

Hunk saw his Dad wince at the label. Before anyone could react, Jake grabbed his bag. “I’m leaving. This house is owned by disgusting people and I don’t want to be here anymore. It’s just so wrong.” He looked at Hunk and added, “Why would you choose to stay in this kind of family? I thought you were great, Hunk. But right now, I guess you’re just plain stupid. Next thing you’ll know, you’ll be gay just like your so-called parents. Another wasted potential. Oh and I’ll ask to be transferred to another group tomorrow.”

And just like that, Jake headed to the main door to leave. However, Daddy Keith made his move towards the same direction and Daddy Shiro was too late to do anything to stop him.

“Hey!” His Dad shouted and Jake turned around. “I can let it pass you disrespecting me and my husband who probably earn more monthly than both your homophobic family combined yearly, but there’s no way you’re stepping out of my front porch without apologizing to my son who, in the first place, did nothing wrong to you and was kind enough to offer a venue to work on a group report you will surely fail.”

“Excuse me?” Jake scoffed.

“Did I fucking stutter?” The older man challenged. “Or do you want me to call your unemployed father who does nothing but drink and cheat with 3 women for you to understand simple English, Jake Anderson?” 

“How the hell do you know my name?”

“How the hell do you not know my name?” Daddy Keith retorted and looked back at Hunk, his face displaying a playful smirk. “Looks like someone’s not reading who wrote the book that you will be presenting about.” He turned back to Jake and mocked, “Guess someone’s just plain stupid.”

Hunk could tell everyone was engrossed with what was happening and they all were trying to restrain themselves from snorting. 

“I haven’t got all day,” Dad snapped, glancing at his wristwatch. 

Jake looked like he’d rather die on the spot than apologize to Hunk. There was a spark of hope that perhaps he’d do the right thing, however, the guy just turned around to leave with clenched fists while angrily saying “No.”

Daddy Keith let out a deep sigh. “God, children these days.” He turned back and frowned at Hunk, grabbing him to envelop him into a hug. “You okay?” He cupped Hunk’s face as he kissed his forehead.

“I’m actually more concerned if you’re okay if I’m being honest,” Hunk smiled.

“Mr. Daddy Keith, I legit thought you were gonna punch him in the nose!” Mika said with such enthusiasm. “I was sad you didn’t. I never liked Jake anyway. He farts way too much and blames someone else.”

That made all of them laugh.

Passionate

JuminxMC


It was one of those frustrating days.

Jumin rubbed his temples as he walked through the hallway. The pouring rain outside caused his acquaintance to be stuck in an endless traffic, the meeting had to be postponed, the schedule for the day ended up a mess, and on top of that, the briefing for the new cat project was… disappointing, and he was being polite.

Going home, where Elizabeth and a bottle of the finest wine would be waiting for him, never felt so comforting.

Outside, the thunders rumble and the lightning makes the whole hallway shine. Ugh… the last thing he needs is a storm to make him get stuck in traffic too and come home late. Late for what, exactly? It’s hard to tell.

Jumin enters in the elevator, checking his watch. Maybe Driver Kim knows a shortcut? He wonders as the doors close, before being stopped by a female appeal.

“Hold it, hold it, please!” her voice echoes in the hallway, she almost leaps inside the elevator in a rush. “Good… good evening.”

“Good evening.” He answers mindlessly, not even looking at her and reaching for his phone. Ah, no signal, of course.

He goes through the schedule for tomorrow. Oh, Assistant Kang will have to rearrange some appointments after today’s fiasco. Jumin sighs lowly, his head aches, he needs an aspirin, also a glass of wine.

A thud and a small gasp from the woman next to him. Then everything goes dark.

“Oh…”

“The power must be off due to the storm. Don’t worry, there’s an emergency button next to you.”

He can sense some motion from the woman, she’s probably pressing the button. One time should be enough, why does she keep pressing it?

“It’s not working.”

“What do you mean?”

“That I am… pressing it and it’s not working?” oh, if he didn’t know better, he would think she’s being ironic.

“That’s impossible, excuse me.” He reaches for the button, pressing it one, two, three times. It’s not working. “How come it doesn’t work? Somebody will have to fix this.”

“Well, yeah, of course… are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“Just checking if you aren’t claustrophobic or anxious, this could be a bigger problem if someone had a panic attack or passed out in here.” Oh… he didn’t even think about that, to be honest.

“I see. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, just realizing that, no matter how bad something is, it can always get worse.” Ah yes, he could agree to that, even though he had no idea what she was talking about.

“How come?”

“Nevermind. I’m just ranting, I do that a lot when I get nervous. Oh, but I’m just nervous, I’m not panicking or anything, this could be bigger problem if someone had a panic attack or passed out in here.”

“Yes, you’ve already said that.”

“Did I? Ugh, I also repeat myself a lot when I’m nervous. But I’m just nervous.”

“Why are you nervous?” there was no point in letting her keep coming back to the same topic.

“Huh? Oh, you know… first days are tough, no matter how much college prepares you for that, you’re never really ready until you’re thrown to the lions.”

“I wouldn’t put it like that, but yes, eventually the lions are turned into kitties, not that beautiful and majestic as the real ones, but… you know, I’m just following your metaphor to explain you grow accustomed  to it.”

She giggles, did she think that was funny? How odd.

“What department are you in?” he asks more curiously than he intended to.

“Huh? I’m an intern, so I kinda ran through a lot of departments today. This storm got in the way of most of them.”

“Tell me about it…” she hums in a shuddering way. What’s wrong? “Are you okay?”

“Yes, just a little cold, but I’ll be fine.”

“Here.” He takes his jacket off and fumbles the elevator walls, trying to reach the woman following the sound of her voice.

“Oh… thank you, but I’m fine. Besides, you’ll get cold.”

“I won’t. I’m wearing a vest over my shirt, I should be fine. Please, I insist.” He feels the the piece of clothing escaping from his hands.

“So… what department are you in?”

“Well, I’m not an intern, but I suppose you could say I run through more than one department like you did today.”

“Oh, like a supervisor.”

“More like director.”

“Ah, like the CEO’s son. What’s his name? Uhm… Ju… Jumin?” he feels like chuckling. How amusing.

“Yes, like him. Do you know him?”

“Not personally, of course. Only through what can be found in the media, which… doesn’t really count as knowing someone?” yes, she’s absolutely right. “Oh, and he gave a lecture at my university once.” She laughs softly. “He was supposed to talk about business strategies, but someone asked him about cat projects.”

And he spent all the time he had left explaining about cat projects.

“And he spent all the time he had left explaining about cat projects.” She completes. “It was interesting, to b honest. I almost felt bad for of having a chance to go through the cat projects department today.”

“Really?” he couldn’t detect any sarcasm in her tone, so he asked.

“Yes! I love cats! And the projects look fun and interesting!” she sighs “It must be good, right? Being able to bring to your workplace something you’re deeply passionate about?”

“Why does it sound you don’t really know how this would be like? Aren’t you passionate about your work?” Although he can’t see her, he knows he crossed a line and now she’s embarrassed. He should not talk to a stranger like this.

“I want to be passionate, it’s just… ah, I don’t know, what if it’s not exactly what I want?”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know. I just know what I don’t want. I don’t want to feel like I wasted my passion in something that was never meant to be, you know?”

He did know. Actually, he didn’t, just like you. Jumin didn’t know what he wanted, but he knew what didn’t. He didn’t want to be like his father, jumping from woman to woman or buying their love, he also didn’t want to be like V watching life passing by and never being able to move on from a lost.

But what could he want?  Was there something he could possibly want more than anything that he already had?

“Well, if you were able to be accepted in our internship program, you’re probably a very smart lady with lots of potential. You’ll find something to put your passion on, if that’s what you want.”

“Why thank you, stranger man in the elevator.”

No, thank you stranger girl in the elevator.

“What’s your name? I can arrange for you to stay in the cat projects department.”  If he could see her, she would probably be smiling.

He’s not the curious type, but it’s hard not to imagine how such a clever young lady could look like.

“My name is…”

The emergency button shone in the dark, indicating there was someone through the speaker.

“Hi, can you hear me? We’re stuck in the elevator, probably somewhere between the fith and sixth floors.”

“Yes, miss. The elevator should be working by now.”

“How come there’s no light, then?” he asks, annoyed.

“Huh? There’s no light? I don’t know, there must be a malfunction in the bulbs. Anyway, you should be moving by… now.”

A thud, that one was harder than the first, so hard that made him lose some balance and bump into her. She places her hands on his shoulders, he can almost feel her breathing against his face.

“My apologies.” He clear his throat, adjusting his posture.

“It’s fine. Here’s your jacket, thank you very much.” She hands it to him

“Don’t mention it. I meant it when I said I could arrange for you to meet the cat projects department, I can do that, since I’m…”

“You know? Call it crazy, but I believe in signs, and… I think there’s a reason why everything went so wrong today, maybe you’re right, I’ll find something I’m passionate about, but I need to start looking for it, right?”

“I suppose…”

“Yes, so that’s what I’m gonna do. Well, uhm… not everything went wrong today, since we got to have this conversation.” A conversation that is making her leave. “So, it was nice to meet you, stranger in the elevator.”

The door opens and she leaps out of there as fast as she entered. All he catches is a glimpse of her back. No name, no face, just like when she entered.

Sure, he could ask Assistant Kang to give him the files of the interns, and then what? He would have a name and maybe a face, but she would still be the girl looking for something to be passionate about, something that his company couldn’t provide, apparently.

He doesn’t know what he wants, but he does know what he doesn’t want, like losing his mind over a completely stranger when he has Elizabeth and the finest wine waiting for him at home. Oh, but there is another thing he knows from the brief encounter. No, two things, actually.

One, it was really nice to meet you, stranger girl in the elevator.

Two, his headache was over.


Celebration fic for my 3000 followers and my birthday, as explained here

Class Dismissed

 Request:  Can you do a Chris Beck x reader where Chris is teaching new NASA recruits and the reader is one of the students and they are both super attracted to each other and like smuuuttt please

Pairing: Dr. Chris Beck x Reader

Warnings: language, unprotected sex (please use condoms), mentions of hospital stay.

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Originally posted by my-dragons-fell-out

My first day as a NASA employee, you could say I’m nervous. But also so excited for this new chapter in my life. I was at a horrible time in my life, I was constantly sick for about 3 months, been to doctor to doctor to doctor, and no one seemed able to help me. I had given up hope, and the only person I was relying on more than anything, my boyfriend of 3 years, went ahead and cheated on me. And you know what makes it even worse? It was cliche, he was cheating on me with my best fucking friend, and I found out on the day I found out what was wrong with me. I had just found out I had sepsis, and they caught it just in time. I was hospitalised for 3 weeks while they pumped antibiotics and fluids, while battling depression. Neither him nor her came to see me once in the hospital. Once I got out I had a new lease on life, and so far I’ve never seen either of them again. I enrolled for the NASA recruit program, and I was accepted. I’m here today, about to met my instructor. I’ve met a few of the students, and they’re pretty cool so far.

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No More Chances

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“Where the hell are you?” I whispered to myself as I looked at the time on my phone. Scrolling through my contacts I found his name. I paced around the room as I listened to the ringing. “I’m sorry the pers-” I groaned and hung up the phone. I sighed and fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. I rubbed my hands over my face and sat up. Looking up I saw the bottle of whiskey sitting on the nightstand. “So much for a good night Y/n…” I scoffed. It burned my throat going down, but right now I didn’t really give a shit. I wasn’t really one for drinking but tonight I’ll make an exception. I didn’t even try and hold my tears in, I knew I couldn’t. I hated doing this to myself. I hate putting myself in the position over and over again. Despite everything he’s done I still love him with everything I have. Opie Winston, the man I’ve been in love with since the third grade. One of my best friends, the man who beat the hell out of my ex-boyfriend in high school for cheating on me. Opie and I were always together, Jax to of course. Bobby’s my dad so we always spent time together as kids. I remember the night I held him as he cried. It was the first time I’d ever seen him cry, he was always so strong. It was after Donna, hell I cried too. Donna was an amazing woman. Our ‘relationship’ began pretty soon after, I knew he probably didn’t feel the same way I did. That he most likely just wanted someone to take his frustration out on. At first, I was perfectly fine with being that person, I thought maybe me and him could make things work between us. Then I found out about Lyla. I didn’t blame him for sleeping with her, hell she was gorgeous. But that didn’t stop me from hating her, I knew I shouldn’t but I mean come on. You try watching the man you’ve loved your whole life be with someone else.


I sat against the wall, sobbing. I sniffled and wiped my face before drinking the rest of the bottle. I threw the bottle across the room, making it shatter against the wall across from me. The room was wrecked. I had managed to find more drinks in the mini fridge in the corner of the room. Opie’s the one who pays for the room so who cares? Not me that’s for fucking sure. There was a knock on the door making me head snap towards it. It was him, finally. He stepped into the room and looked around before looking at me. “What the fuck happened?” He yelled making me jump a little. I sniffled and stood up, pushing myself away from the wall. I started walking towards the door when he grabbed my arm making me stop. “Leave me the hell alone Opie,” I growled, trying to pull away from him. “Not until you tell me what the fucks wrong with you!” I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away from me. “You want to know what the hells wrong with me?! You Opie! You’re what’s wrong with me. I’m so sick and tired of doing this. I’m fucking sick and tired of having you tear my heart apart over and over again.” I started crying again. “Your drunk Y/n. Come on I’ll take you home.” He tried to wrap his arm around me. “Don’t fucking touch me, Opie. Where were you? I’ve been sitting here waiting for you like some lost fucking puppy.” I pushed his arm away from me. “I was with Lyl-” I scoffed.  “Of course you were. You’re always with Lyla.” It was his turn to scoff. “That’s what this is about? You’re jealous of Lyla?” I looked up to see his face. “This ‘thing’ between us is over Opie,” I said before trying to push past him again which didn’t really work out.


“You don’t mean that Y/n. Let me take you home, we can talk about this tomorrow.”

“What the hell don’t you understand Opie?! Why won’t you leave me alone? I can’t keep doing this. I’ve been in love with you since the third fucking grade Opie. I’ve been there for you through everything, I always stood by you. I can’t do it anymore. I’m not gonna sit here and wait for you anymore Opie. I’m done, no more excuses, no more chances, we’re done.” He moved to the side to let me pass through. 

anonymous asked:

I was wondering how the chocobros would react if their s/o told them they were pregnant at an early age and they're the father? Like around high school—maybe as Seniors or Juniors? You don't have to do it if you don't want to but thank you for your time!

I’ve actually been so excited to write this prompt?? I feel like there’s some good angst/fluff breeding ground right here (get it? Puns haha). I’m going to be addressing this topic not in a negative manner per se, but a less favorable one, as pregnancy in high school for many people can be a very scary thing that they aren’t prepared for.

(PS. Let’s pretend that Ignis and Gladio also went to public school during their teenage years)

Hope this is close to your liking, anon!

—Leigh


You’re scared. Very, very scared.

At first, you don’t believe the test. So you take another. Then another.

All positive.

And you feel like you’re about to throw up— this time not because of the morning sickness. The second thing you do after watching the second little red line appear on the stick for the third time is cry. You thought you were being safe, you thought…

You didn’t think enough, obviously. And now you have to deal with the aftermath.

You don’t work up the courage to tell your family. You can’t. Not yet.

First, you have to tell the father.

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Teen Wolf Imagine- So You Kidnapped Her?

You were walking through the forest at night. Yes it sounds stupid, but in your defence you didn’t know about the supernatural creatures that are always lurking. You had a taser and bottle of pepper spray, you were sure that it would defend you from any human. Besides, it’s Beacon Hills nothing bad ever happens here. Well it never used to, recently there had been a string of murders and sacrifices but there was no way you were going to live the rest of your life in fear. You had your earphones in and you were minding your own business walking home from your friend’s house when you started hearing noises. You took one earbud out and slowly headed to the source. Whatever the noise was coming from, it was deeper into the forest and you could of sworn you heard a low growl, before an eruption of laughter. You suspected it was a few idiots from your school with one of their dogs. You saw a bright light flashing around from a phone torch, your curiosity got the better of you. You walked further in and stood behind the tree, you could make out that there were two people. “Scott you really need to work on your growl, because the twins are winning by far in that region” Stiles said shaking his head. They were in your English class, well when they actually showed up that is. “They’re also winning in the killing innocent people region” Scott retort. “Ethan and Aiden?” you mumbled to yourself. “Try again” Stiles suggested. Scott took a deep breath and you thought you saw facial hair grow within seconds, he let out a loud animalistic growl that you were certain no human could make and his eyes were glowing brightly. You jumped and covered your mouth to not scream, you began to back away. That was until you stood on a large branch and it snapped. You looked down at it for a second and by the time you looked back up Scott’s eyes and face were back to normal and him and Stiles were quickly walking over to you. “Oh god” you whispered, before turning around and walking away. You were going to run, but you were too in shock. “Heyy Y/N!” Stiles said, grinning. “Stay away from me” you replied, picking up the pace. “You didn’t see anything, did you?” Scott asked nervously. “I sure as hell did!” you retort. Stiles and Scott looked at each other, they had the same stupid idea. Each of them grabbed your arm and began walking you over to Stiles’ jeep. “Let me go!” you shouted in distress. After noticing you were panicking they let go. “Now we trust that you’re not going to run or…” Stiles began, before realising you already began running. “Stiles go get the jeep” Scott shouted, running after you. You were going in any direction while trying to find the taser in your purse, not stopping to think. Which was a stupid idea because you ended up on the empty road on the forest border. So now you were being chased on foot and by a car. “I really didn’t want to have to do this” Scott said sympathetically as he tackled you to the floor. Stiles stopped the jeep and opened the back door, they picked you up and placed you on the back seat, while you struggled and tried to hit them. They then rushed to the driver and passenger seat, quickly getting in and locking the doors.

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sweetobjecttriumph  asked:

College AU. Oliver is on the baseball team and needs Felicity to tutor him to stay on the team. Or established Olicity watching baseball and Felicity is feeling frisky and distracting Oliver from the game.

(Went with the first idea–thanks!)

Only an ungrateful douchebag would throw his equipment around.  But after that meeting with his coach, Oliver Queen was ready to start throwing bats.

Why did it matter if he was flunking his computer science class?  He didn’t even know why he had registered for it in the first place.  He was a ballplayer and wouldn’t ever need computers to do his job.  Because when he got to the majors, there would be interns to do all the computery stuff for him.  

But if he didn’t pass his class with at least a C, he would be benched.  And with the draft coming up soon, he needed all the playing time he could get.  

So … he would meet this tutor that the coach had set up for him, and he’d find some way to get the damn C, and then he was gonna get drafted and go pro and be done with college.  A year was more than enough.

His hair still wet from his post-practice shower, wearing jeans and one of his jerseys, Oliver walked into the library with his backpack.  His tutor was going to meet him here–some nerd named Felicity.  Man, it was like she was destined to be a nerd with a name like that.  

“Oliver Queen?”

The voice was soft and feminine, making Oliver’s mouth quirk up.  Maybe he had gotten lucky?

“That’s what the name on my jersey says,” he began, turning to face his tutor.  Only he had to immediately look lower by about six inches, since Felicity barely came up to his shoulder.  And his hopes were quickly dashed when he took her in.  A sweater vest?  Glasses?  Couldn’t Coach have gotten him a girl who was actually pretty?  Although maybe he was worried about Oliver being distracted–or seducing his tutor.  

Well, no danger of that here.  On either score.  

She held her hand out to him.  “Felicity Smoak, your comp sci tutor.  Do you have a computer with you?”

“No …” he said slowly.

“How did you expect to work on assignments for a computer science class without a computer?” Felicity asked, a disapproving note in her voice.  

He shrugged and she rolled her eyes.  “Great.  I guess we’re going to the computer lab.  Follow me–I’m sure with all the work you’ve done taking care of your bat, you’ve never even been inside the library.”

Was she … ?  Oliver shook his head and stared after the sarcastic little blonde.  He hadn’t expected her to come out with an innuendo like that–especially not one that doubled as an insult.  With his long legs, he easily caught up with her.  

“So what’s your deal?”

She eyed him without really looking at him.  “My deal?  I have to tutor guys like you in order to afford eating and having a roof over my head.  When it’s someone who’s really struggling, I actually enjoy tutoring.  Getting to help someone improve, seeing them get more confident about the material.  But someone who just doesn’t care?  Excuse me for not thinking that’s cool.”

“It’s not like that …” he said, not even sure why he was protesting.  

“So what is it like?”

Oliver looked down at the tiny annoying thing, how her hands were on her hips and her chin was jutting out.  This Felicity wasn’t like anyone he had ever met before.

“I want to go pro.  So I need to play.  And to play, I need to pass this comp sci class.  So … give me a hand and help me pass the damn class, and then I’ll be out of your hair and you’ll never have to deal with me again,” Oliver said.

Her lips pouted a little, her face thoughtful.  Oliver had a fleeting through that her lips looked very kissable, but he shook it off as he waited for her answer.  

“Okay, I guess,” she said grudgingly.  “But next time, you need to bring a computer, okay?  I mean, would you show up to a game without your glove?  It’s the same thing.”

“That makes sense,” he admitted.  “Okay, I’ll bring it.  But for now, can we get started?  I’m really behind.”  

Something about him saying he needed her help made her face soften.  “Yeah, all right.  Let’s get to the lab so I can see how to help.”

Nodding, Oliver followed her the rest of the way, adjusting his backpack.

XXX

When he left the lecture hall on the day of the final, Oliver looked around the quad, searching for the only person he wanted to see right now.  

A slow smile grew when he spotted Felicity, tapping away at a tablet and squinting.  With how smart she was, she had finished their comp sci final well before him, but he had known she would wait for him.  The sunshine fell over her, bringing out her hair and making her the brightest thing he had ever seen.  

Over the course of the semester, Oliver had gotten to see beyond her tart tongue and feisty attitude, to the brilliant, tender, caring girl underneath.  The girl who had gotten hurt and had developed a mask to protect herself.  

The girl who had totally changed his own attitude and approach.  The girl who had opened his eyes to so many things.  The girl he had fallen for.  

“Felicity!” he called out, hurrying towards her.

She looked up and a huge smile appeared on her face.  “Oliver!” she said, waving to him.  “How did it go?” she asked as he approached.  

Instead of answering her, Oliver wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off her feet in an all-encompassing, swing-in-a-circle hug, just like in a movie.

“Pass or fail, it doesn’t matter,” he said softly into her ear.  “Because meeting you is the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“Oliver,” she said, pushing at him.  He stopped moving and loosened his grip enough for her to be able to look at him.  “I know you passed, with how hard you worked.  And now, you’ll be able to play and make a good impression on the scouts and get drafted number one.”  

Hesitantly, he reached out and stroked her cheek.  “I’m not going to be the number one pick.”  

Slowly, she licked her lips.  “You are to me.”

“Felicity,” he breathed out, just before he kissed her.  

It turned out that Felicity was right on both counts.  He did pass and he did get drafted number one.  He missed what would have been his third major league game in order to see Felicity graduate.  And then, six years later, he missed his nine hundredth game in order to graduate himself.

And cheering as loud as she did whenever she watched him play was Felicity.  His wife.

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Student Council Prez [7]

Episode 6 - Episode 7 - Episode 7.5 OR Episode 8
Words: 7.7k
Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, High School!Au

“Asshole demon…” You mumble under your breath as you’re hauling the trash bins out to the curb. You’re sweating with dirt stains on your cheeks, arms aching from scrubbing the counters and feet painfully sore.

Just as you’re taking a long breath, dusting off your hands, a loud screech rings in your ears. “LOOK OUT!”

One moment you’re on your feet and the next you’re on the ground with your head spinning, the trash bins fallen over onto you with banana peels and leftovers in your hair. “What the fuck?!”

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