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Commission for @gerdavonrinnlingen of her Sith Warrior Ringa and Quinn’s reunion! Basically a sequel to this :3

Stay Close | Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

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You had always been a light sleeper, the slightest movement or sound would have you opening your eyes to see what it was. Tonight was no different. The soft sound of something falling onto the metal of your fire escape shook you out of slumber.

You slowly opened your eyes, half-dazed from the interrupted sleep and briefly see the darkness of your room before a red figure moves in from your window. Your eyes focus and you see your best friend, Peter Parker, Midtown’s resident nerd, and also your friendly neighborhood Spider-man.

He had taken off his mask and in the dim lighting you could only faintly see the outlines of his face. You sent him a soft smile as he turned to check if you were awake, you always were. “Hey,” you said softly, not wanting to wake your family nor disturb the silence in your room. “Hey.” 

He was moving slower than usual. Maybe he had a bad day, or a bad week. You frowned at the thought. He pressed into the spider on his chest and his suit slowly fell off of him, leaving him in his boxers. You turned away despite knowing you could not see in the dark anyway.

He stood for a while, waiting for a sign to tell him what to do. He had no clue why his tired body brought him to your place instead of his. You, still somewhat half-asleep, reached out to him. Grabbing onto his bruised hand, you softly tugged him to you. You moved to the side as he slowly got in bed with you.

You were both uncharacteristically quiet. The pair who always talked about anything and everything under the sun now laid in silence and it was a difference you both could get used to. You could feel your eyes slowly start to close as sleep called you once again. Peter turned to you and smiled as he saw your sleepy face.

You were halfway to saying how unfair it was that he could see you but you could not really see him but it was not worth breaking the peaceful forcefield you had crafted around you both. “Sleep,” he whispered as he ran a hand from your cheek to your hair. He could definitely get used to this. You leaned into his touch and moved even closer to him.

“Stay close,” you whispered, it was almost inaudible but you knew he heard you. He smiled once again and pulled you even closer. “Always.“

~~

just a quick lil imagine for you guys because i was craving some cuddly peter :)

Throwing my hat into mermay!


“I don’t think Bucky likes me,” Tony said quietly, watching a crab skitter over his toes.

Steve frowned, looking up from braiding some kelp together. “He likes you, he’s just… Ever since he was attacked by that sea monster, he’s been… suspicious.”

“We were basking and he almost drowned me, Steve,” Tony sighed, then bent down, hand dipping into the water to scoop up a starfish. He flipped it over to look at its mouth. “Not to mention all the times he decides I’ve been hogging you and just… takes you.”

“He’s getting better about that! And he didn’t mean to almost drown you. He didn’t know you couldn’t breathe underwater!” Steve insisted, and then scowled and smacked the brunet’s hand when he started poking lightly at the starfish’s mouth. “Quit it. You’re freaking it out.”

Tony obediently tossed the starfish back into the water, curling his toes into the sand. “If you say so, Steve.”

Steve sighed. “He is getting better.”

“I believe you,” Tony lied, shifting his feet so the sucker-marks that curled around the back of his left leg weren’t as visible.

Steve noticed anyway, and his face twisted into something terrible. “Tony—ACK!”

“Well,” Tony mumbled, leaning his elbows on his knees as the blond was yanked under the surface of the water. “At least the noise you make every time doesn’t stop being funny.”

It took several minutes, but eventually, Steve resurfaced. He lifted his hands to shove his wet hair out of his eyes and sighed loudly, annoyed. “Sorry. Bucky, say you’re sorry.”

Bucky surfaced so just his eyes were above the water. He glared at Tony suspiciously.

Say you’re sorry,” Steve repeated icily.

Bucky ducked back under the water before popping back out just long enough to blurt out, “Sorry, I guess.” Then he disappeared under the surface again, probably to sulk.

Steve made another annoyed sound and rolled his eyes, then looked up at Tony earnestly. “Listen, okay, we’re friends. I’m not going to stop being your friend just because Bucky gets jealous sometimes. Do you understand that?”

Tony curled his toes in the sand again, nodding. “Yeah.”

“I’m a person and I get to decide who I spend time with. And I wanna spend time with you.”

“Okay,” Tony agreed obediently. He stood. “Would you be offended if I said I have to go now? I have to get ready for a business trip.”

“No,” Steve answered, swimming closer to him. He put his hands on Tony’s shoulders, stretching up, and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. “See you soon.”

“Yup,” Tony agreed. “Won’t be more than a week.”

“’kay.” Steve smiled at him before flopping backward into the water, splashing him.

Tony squealed, skittering backward. “Steve!

“Adorable,” Steve said, grinning at him, then yelped and ducked under the water when Tony threatened to throw a rock at him.

“Jerk!” Tony yelled at the water, but he was smiling.

Steve’s smiling face poked out of the water. “See you in a week!”


Bucky frowned. “Maybe his trip got extended. He said that happened sometimes.”

“Maybe,” Steve mumbled, laying his head on his arms.

Bucky sank in the water so just his eyes were visible, staring balefully at the rocky little cove where Tony always met them—met Steve, anyway. It was going on the third week.

Steve sat up suddenly, turning to scowl at him. “You really hurt him last time, you know?”

“I’m sorry,” Bucky muttered, more sincerely than he’d ever said it to Tony’s face. “I didn’t think I had him that tight. I’ll apologize when he comes back.”

Steve wasn’t finished. “He thinks you don’t like him!”

Bucky grimaced. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Tony, he just… he just didn’t know how to deal with humans. Especially when Tony had very blatantly stared at his left arm—he was already self-conscious about how it looked, he didn’t need someone judging him for it.

“I’ll apologize when he gets back. For real this time,” he snapped, then ducked under the water petulantly so he couldn’t hear what Steve said next. He curled his tentacles anxiously. He would apologize.


He wouldn’t apologize.

Bucky snarled as he crawled up the beach. Sand was getting in his suckers. He hated dry sand. It was itchy and gross. He was chafing. He hoped Steve appreciated what he was doing! And he hoped that Steve kicked Tony’s ass when he dragged him back down to the beach! Who the hell says ‘I’ll be back in a week’ and then just fucking leaves for six months?!

Tony’s house was locked up tight, but there were lights on.

Bucky muttered to himself and squeezed one of his tentacles through the keyhole, slapping around until the tip of it caught the deadbolt and unlocked it. He fell through the door with a yelp and dull ‘splat’ as his tentacles spread out to try and catch him but didn’t do it fast enough. “God fucking damn it.” He paused when he saw what looked like an aquarium nearby, emptied of fish and water. He sneered at it.

He’d barely crawled his way through the living room when he heard footsteps. He stopped, curling down into the floor, tentacles shifting and changing color to match the wood beneath him.

Tony came stumbling out of a hallway, wild-eyed. “Bucky?!”

Bucky would have asked how he knew it was him, but how many people with tentacles did Tony know? “You said you’d be back in a week,” he said accusingly. “Steve misses you.”

“I miss Steve,” Tony blurted out immediately, looking confused. “But—you should be happy. Because I’m not hogging him anymore? You don’t—you don’t like it when I spend time with Steve.”

…Maybe he would apologize anyway. But only for making Tony think Bucky didn’t like him, not for accidentally hurting him!

“It’s not that I don’t like you spending time with Steve,” Bucky told him icily, and did not expand that he was suspicious anytime Steve spent time away from him. “And anyway that doesn’t matter. He’s been waiting at the cove every week for six months to see you and what—you just couldn’t be bothered?!”

“I can’t,” Tony said, and if Bucky hadn’t been so angry he might have noticed the way the human’s eyes went round with fright.

“You can’t or you’re just tired of us? The novelty wore off of actually knowing mers?” he spat, and waved around at the human’s big ugly house. “What, are you looking for something new now? Something more interesting?”

Tony took a step back, hurt. “It’s not—I want to come see Steve-!”

“Good,” Bucky snapped, reaching out a tentacle to wrap around the brunet’s wrist. “If we leave now he’ll probably be there.”

Tony stumbled a few steps, clawing at the tentacle around his wrist. “No-! Bucky, I can’t—Let me go!”

“Do you know what all you’ve even put Steve through?!” Bucky asked, dragging him out the door and to the stairs carved into the rock leading down to the beach.

“Let me go, Bucky, I—” Tony shuddered as he heard the waves brushing up against the sand, tugging more insistently. “I can’t, I can’t—BUCKY I CAN’T!”

Bucky yelped as Tony tore his wrist free, falling forward, but he caught himself this time. He turned, frowning in confusion, and made a concerned noise when he saw Tony curled up on the ground. He shuffled over to him. Tony was trembling and making the same terrible noise that he’d made when Bucky hadn’t known he couldn’t breathe underwater, like he was drowning. But he couldn’t be drowning, they hadn’t even made it close to the water—

Tony gasped in a big breath, then went back to that terrible wheezing noise.

Bucky began wrapping his tentacles around the man, trying to uncurl him. “Tony, you need to breathe!”

“I can’t-!” Tony choked out, tears clinging to his lashes. “I can’t.

Bucky got the unsettling feeling that Tony wasn’t just talking about being able to breathe.


“They… drowned him?” Steve asked, brows furrowed together in confusion. “But you said he was still alive.”

Bucky held his hands out helplessly. He didn’t really understand the explanation he’d been given. “They drowned him but they made him breathe again afterward?”

“That’s horrifying.”

“Yeah, well,” Bucky muttered, crossing his arms with a scowl. “I guess they only had him for three months. He tried coming down after he got home because he knew you’d be worried but as soon as he saw the water he… like an anemone, when you scare them? Just—” He gripped his hands together into a ball. “—Schlp. There he went. He did that when I was trying to bring him down.”

Steve’s lips moved silently, copying the noise Bucky had made. “I never would have described anemones like that but okay.”

“You know what I meant,” Bucky snapped.

“Okay, but, how am I supposed to see him if he won’t come down?” Steve asked, frowning, and crossed his arms. “I’m glad he’s okay. …Ish. But I’d still like to see it with my own eyes.”

Bucky did not say that seeing him with his own eyes probably wouldn’t help him decide that Tony was okay. Instead, he silently held up the three buckets he’d dragged down the stairs with him.

“…What… what are you even planning with this?” Steve asked suspiciously. “You’re not gonna try to carry me, are you?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “I can’t carry you; we’ll both fall down the stairs. But I can keep you wet. Do you think you can make it up the stairs?”

Steve turned to squint at the carved stone steps. “…If you keep me wet enough, I should be able to.” He yelped when Bucky immediately threw one of the buckets of water on him. “I’M NOT OUT OF THE WATER YET YOU ASSHOLE.”

“I’m practicing.”

Steve was tempted to tackle him into the sand because he knew how much Bucky hated getting sand in his tentacles but he was too worried about Tony to follow through.


“Oh,” Tony said, hopeful and sad all at once.

Steve looked up from where he was sprawled out on the wood floor in a large puddle. “Sorry about your floor.”

“What are you—That’s not going to be comfortable!” Tony exclaimed when he noticed Bucky dumping a bucket of water into the empty aquarium.

“Well he’s gotta stay wet somehow,” Bucky reasoned. Steve wasn’t like Bucky, who could do well out of water for a time because of his slimy mucus. His scales and gills dried out. His chest was already heaving with effort.

“What happened to your wrist?” Steve asked, concerned.

Tony moved to hide his wrist behind his back, then stopped. It was too late anyway. He looked down at his wrist, frowning, and rubbed the bruises from Bucky’s suckers gently. “Bucky was trying to take me to see you. I—I panicked. I couldn’t get the right words out and I couldn’t say the right thing. So I just. Um. Yanked.”

Steve held his hands out and made a quiet noise when the brunet obediently offered him his arm, thumb trailing over the little round bruises. “Ouch.”

“It didn’t hurt that bad,” Tony insisted.

“Yeah, because you were a little busy trying to breathe,” Bucky muttered.

“ACK!” Steve exclaimed when Bucky’s tentacles wrapped around him and lifted him off the floor.

Tony couldn’t help a smile. “That’s never not going to be funny.”

Steve yelped as he was dropped into the aquarium. It was true—it wasn’t comfortable. His tail curled up at the end awkwardly and the glass dug in under his armpits. Still, he already felt better with his tail submerged, and he felt almost normal when he splashed water on his gills. He accepted the bucket Bucky handed him and shoved his head into it, taking a few deep breaths so he could wet the insides of his gills as well.

When he pulled his head back out, he saw Tony hadn’t moved, and was instead chewing on his bottom lip anxiously. “…Even this amount of water bothers you?” Steve asked sadly.

“I can’t, um—I can’t even shower,” Tony admitted quietly, shoulders hunching with shame. “I just. Use a damp washcloth. To get clean.”

“It’s not your fault they made you fear the water,” Steve insisted when the brunet’s shoulders hunched even more.

Bucky couldn’t help but curl a tentacle over Tony’s shoulders, he looked so sad. “Yeah, that’s on them. Any human would be afraid of the water after drowning.” When the human didn’t look convinced, he grumbled and muscled him down to coil the rest of his tentacles around him.

Tony let out a slightly hysterical giggle. “I’ve seen porn like this.”

“Well, if you want me to fuck you with my sperm tentacle, you have to say please.” Bucky smirked when the human choked. “And then don’t be mad about the mess. I know Steve was mad the first time I came in him.”

“It was slimy and everywhere!” Steve exclaimed indignantly. “And inky. Oh my God. You stained my scales. The other mers laughed at me all week!”

Tony giggled again, flustered. “Oh my God.”

“Don’t laugh!” Steve whined. “This asshole wasn’t even sorry!”

“Why would I be sorry? Everyone could see that you were mine.” Bucky loosened up his hold on Tony when he felt him relaxing. “Plus it’s not like I’m the filthy one here. You’re the one that asked me to ink on your face while we were above water.”

“Shut up!” Steve shrieked, flushing pink, and shoved his head back into the bucket.

“He’s just embarrassed because he doesn’t want you to think he’s a deviant,” Bucky whispered, smirking.

Tony tilted his head. “Is he? A deviant, I mean.”

“Well, octo- or squid-mers and fish-mers are kind of odd couples. We’ve been more accepted in recent years,” Bucky added thoughtfully. “The older folks might think he’s deviant. I don’t know why. Who would willingly pass up tentacles? I can have one in his mouth, one wrapped around his dick, and another inside his—”

“Yup,” Tony cut in quickly, squirming. “I can see how the older generation would find that deviant.”

Bucky looked at one of his tentacles, twisting it this way and that. “Also the texture is way different than a dick. It’s squishy. I mean, I squeezed it through your keyhole.”

“Yeah, I saw the video, that was kinda gross not gonna lie.”

Steve lifted his head from the bucket. “Yeah, it takes a little getting used to, but Bucky’s really good with them.”

Tony buried his face in his hands. “Can we talk about literally anything else because I didn’t actually plan for that to be anything but a joke.”

“A shame,” Bucky sighed. “But if you ever change your mind—”

“I’ll let you know,” Tony squeaked, cutting him off.


They eventually got Tony to be willing to come close to the aquarium after a couple weeks. But that might have mostly been because it took Bucky a hell of a lot more effort to carry a fresh bucket of water to Steve to breathe through.

“I’ll probably never be able to approach the waterline again,” Tony admitted miserably instead of accepting their praise. “Just thinking about it—”

“Hey, no, that’s fine,” Steve hurried to say. “You bought a bigger tank just for me. I don’t mind coming up here. Especially since you rigged that basket so we don’t have to climb the stairs anymore.”

“Not that Steve actually minded the stairs,” Bucky added in a drawl. “‘Buck, look at my triceps! Buck, look at my shoulders!’ I wanted to push him down the stairs but he would have just crawled back up saying ‘extra reps!’”

Steve stared at him, disappointed. “Why must you constantly embarrass me in front of Tony?”

“I think your biceps are amazing, Steve,” Tony offered.

Steve pointed in Bucky’s face smugly. “HA.”

“Don’t encourage him!” Bucky exclaimed, betrayed. “I have to go home with this guy! I hear enough of him being a smug asshole without you helping!”

“…I find it hard to believe that you are not also a smug asshole,” Tony said after thinking it over. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be friends.”

Bucky opened his mouth, then closed it thoughtfully. “…Well. You’re not wrong, I suppose.”

“The sex is good too,” Steve added helpfully. “I’d stay for the sex.”

Tony snorted. “A ringing endorsement.”

Steve hummed, smiling, and ducked his face into the bucket to wet his gills before he sat back up. “Would you ever get in the aquarium with me?”

Tony’s grip immediately tightened around the glass, knuckles going white. He closed his eyes, visibly trying to ground himself as his breath caught in his throat. Steve would have touched his hand, but he was wet and he didn’t want to make it worse for Tony.

Bucky frowned, concerned. “Hey, you don’t have to get into the aquarium. Steve was just wondering. I mean you made really good progress already, you can stand next to it!”

“I just… I really miss hugging you, is all,” Steve admitted quietly.

Tony’s hands were shaking, but he eventually wheezed out, “I can try.”

When Tony curled up on the ground trying to wheeze in a breath after trying, Bucky’s tentacles curled around him, Steve gaped at him. “I didn’t believe you.”

“Why wouldn’t you believe me about this?!” Bucky snapped.

Steve curled his hands into a ball. “Schlp. There he went.”

Bucky’s lips twitched with the want to smile, but this was really not the time to laugh.


Tony did eventually get in the tank with him. There was barely enough water to keep Steve’s tail damp, but Tony was already shaking when Steve wrapped his arms around him, so he didn’t say anything. He’d missed this—Tony always felt perfect in his arms. He ignored how slight and fragile Tony felt, ignored the thought that maybe Tony didn’t eat enough or was so anxious all the time living by the ocean that he could hardly keep food down. Instead he curled his arms tighter around him and lifted his tail so Tony’s pants stopped soaking up the minuscule amounts of water, so he’d stay drier.

“’m sorry,” Tony mumbled into his shoulder. “I used to be able to swim. Now I can barely sit in an inch of water.”

Bucky curled his tentacles over the side of the tank. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault that other people hurt you.”

Steve stroked a hand through his hair. “Besides, this is fine. I… was starting to think I might never see you again.” He pressed his nose into Tony’s hair and took a deep whiff. He still smelled the same, human scents that Steve couldn’t name that made up a scent purely Tony. “I don’t know what I thought had happened to you, to be honest.”

“Whatever you think of will probably never be as bad as what actually happened,” Tony croaked, shivering.

No, Steve and Bucky agreed silently. They supposed not.


They got Tony up to three inches of water. He still trembled with fear, but seemed to do alright if he was clutching onto Steve or if Bucky had his tentacles wrapped around him.

“You know we’d never let anything happen to you, right?” Bucky asked one night. “I know I was an asshole when we first met—I didn’t know you couldn’t breathe underwater. But after I learned that you couldn’t, I wouldn’t have let you drown.”

“Yeah, you’d just grip him too tight,” Steve muttered into Tony’s shoulder. The bruises around his wrist had healed, but here were still some vaguely sucker-shaped prints on the back of his left leg.

Bucky glared at him. “What if I just wrapped one of my tentacles around your neck?”

Tony giggled just a touch hysterically. “It’s hard to focus on being scared when you two are bickering like an old married couple.”

“We wouldn’t survive marriage,” Bucky said. “Or, well. Steve wouldn’t survive marriage. Because I’d murder him.”

“How do you know I wouldn’t murder you, huh?!” Steve exclaimed, clutching Tony tighter. “Tony could be my new husband then!”

Bucky scoffed. “Don’t be stupid, Steve. I’ve seen the way he looks at my tentacles—”

“—With terror?”

“—With curiosity,” the brunet added, glaring at him. “I bet he’d love to have my tentacles in him. Besides, I can survive longer out of the water than you.”

Steve scoffed back at him. “Please. Tony could make a nice big tank for me. And even if he didn’t, I’d figure something out.” He gave the human a pat on the butt, making him squeak in surprise. “My husband would need me, after all.”

“You guys are too much,” Tony giggled, hiding his face in Steve’s neck.

“I think we’re just enough,” Steve teased, smiling, because the brunet had stopped trembling as much. “Don’t worry, Tony. I’ll let you know when I’m going to kill Bucky so you can at least say goodbye.”

“What!” Bucky squawked indignantly.

Steve tilted his head. “Although you really should try out the tentacles at least once before he dies. It is certainly something.”

“Listen you piece of shit,” Bucky began, crawling up the side of the tank and looming over the blond. “If anyone is getting murdered here it’s gonna be you for your smart mouth!”

“Boop,” Steve said, poking his nose, because he was ridiculously unafraid of everything.

Bucky snarled. “Steve!

Tony threw his head back with a bark of laughter. Even though he really missed the sound Steve made every time Bucky yanked him under the surface out of jealousy, he much preferred this bickering to Bucky mulishly glaring at him from under the water.

“That’s it,” Bucky snapped, and then Tony yelped as a pair of tentacles wrapped under his arms and lifted him from the tank. “This is mine now.”

“Noooo Bucky come on!” Steve whined, making grabby hands.

Bucky dumped an empty bucket onto his head with a clang.

“ACK!”

Tony laughed again. “I missed that noise.”

“I will make sure he makes that noise often,” Bucky promised, cradling the brunet in his tentacles. He smiled smugly at Steve when the blond pushed the bucket up and glared at him balefully. “It’s the same one he made when I first penetrated him.”

Steve slung the bucket at Bucky’s head with an angry screech. “Stop embarrassing me!

Bucky tipped backward from the force, stunned. “Ow! What the fuck, Steve?!

Steve reached out to try and grab Tony back. “He was mine first!”

“Hey!” Tony laughed as he was tugged up against the tank, but Bucky’s tentacle around his waist held fast. “Come on, I’m a person! I only belong to me!”

“…No,” Steve and Bucky told him, then began tugging again.

Tony squawked, then went back to laughing. “You guys are impossible!”

“Tenacious,” Steve corrected, giving a mighty tug that brought his feet up off the ground.

“Yeah, that,” Bucky agreed, then jerked back, more tentacles flying up to wrap around Tony for a better grip.

The squabble eventually ended with Steve and Bucky violently making-out in the tank. Tony clutched his chest because those kisses looked like they hurt.


(They did hurt, but just the right amount, he learned later.)

3 Billion Dollars [Part 2] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by s-tttop

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped. 

Genre: A lil fluffy

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15} {part 16} {part 17} {part 18} {part 19}

A/N: This one is also kinda slow, but the next one is when things get real dramatic and amazing. I’m excited to share it! Honestly I was gonna post this last week. Sorry for procrastinating. 

P.S. I really love G Dragon’s outfit on him. Like I don’t usually like suspenders but seriously, it looks amazing. Plus I’m a sucker for his dark hair.

Not my gif

~ Admin Brooklyn

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15 years later

   Music was blasting as you worked on your final essay of your high school career. You were calmly working on it now. Unlike your usual routine to put it off until the last minute resulting in all-nighters, coffee, monster drinks, and some tears. You had a steady pace going for your essay until a knock sounded on your bedroom door.

   “I cannot believe you are actually getting that done a whole week before it’s due.” A teasing voice called you. You look up and smile at Ji Yong quietly leaning against your doorframe. He smiled back and walked in your room. Your room never seemed to change from the first time you two met, the same wall color, the same bed, and the same stuffed animals in the corner. All but that stuffed puppy he gave you. It seemed to rest itself next to your bed, claiming its own solitary corner. You scooted over on the bed, shifting to another comfortable position as Ji Yong lay down next to you.

   “I’m sorry that I want my last essay of high school to be good.” You say back, going back to your work. He stared at you, studying the way your lip curled as you went back to focusing on your work.

   “When do you leave?” He asked, pulling out his phone. You stopped typing and looked down.

   “I have to be there a week after the graduation ceremony.” Your voice was quiet, almost washed away by the music that blasted through the small speaker she had. He looked up at her and frowned.

   “Two weeks. You’re leaving in two weeks?” He asked you. You nodded your head and frowned at him. “I’m sorry Yongie.”

   “Why did you have to pick a medical career?” He groaned, rolling onto you for more dramatic effect. A small laugh left your lips as he rolled onto your lap. He faced away from you. You ran a hand through his dark hair repeatedly, immediately relaxing him.

   “I’m sorry that I don’t have a family business like you do.” You say. He stiffens. You notice this, but you continue to run your hand through his hair, continuing to relax him. “You never have told me what your job is.”

   “You’ll find out later.” His voice was steady, never breaking a strong sense of conviction that was inherited from his father. He always got this way when he talked about his work, especially around you. You never understood why, but every time you tried to mention it, his entire demeanor changed. His eyes get dark and his face goes emotionless, so you usually don’t bring up the subject.

   “Oooooo. Look at the lovebirds.” Your younger brother whined. You looked up from Ji Yong and saw him at your door frame. You glared at him before turning, pushing Ji Yong off your lap in the process. You grabbed a pillow, then threw it at your brother, who just laughed and walked away. Ji Yong watched your brother as he walked away.

   “Why the hell would someone want a younger brother? Was one child not enough?” You muttered under your breath, turning back to your laptop to work. Ji Yong set his head on your lap once again, leaving you to do your work. He was on his phone while you were working on your essay, silently sitting together and listening to the music playing from your speaker.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   “Good luck in college. Do well and don’t do any drugs or anything that could hurt you okay?” Your mother scolded you. You nodded your head, smiling at her. “I know mom this is what the sixth time you’ve told me.”

   “I’m just worried.” She gave you a small smile, before pulling you into a hug. Currently, everyone was outside. Your bags were packed and sitting your friend’s car, ready to take you off to college. You pulled away and smiled at your mother. You turned to look at your dad who looked down at the ground. You sent him a small smile anyways, before turning to your little brother. You pulled him into a hug, and he groaned in return.

“I’ll miss you, little bro. Good luck with your first year of high school.” His arms wrapped around your waist and hugged you back tightly. You smile into the hug then pull away. You wait for a second and then look at your mom. She looked at you with a sad smile and shook her head.

“Time to go.” Your friend called. You nodded your head then headed towards the car. Ji Yong said he would be here, but he didn’t show up. Frowning to yourself you opened the door to your friends’ car and sat down.  A small pout had formed on your lips and your friend smiled softly at you. You closed the door and your friend started the car. She pulled out of the drive away, and you watched from the window as she drove away. Your parents seemed to get smaller.

“It’s just four years. You’ll see them again and that scary guy you like so much.” You chuckled at their words and shook your head.

“Ji Yong isn’t scary.” (Y/F/N) gave you a look and you laughed once again. “You’re right, though, it’s just four years. What could happen?”

A Favor Returned

Just a stupid little New Year’s Eve ficlet, almost 2 months late, but who cares?

summary: modern AU. Emma is scelebrating New Year’s Eve with her girls, and they are having fortune cookies of a special kind. A handsome, but infuriating stranger doesn’t help to lift the mood…

rating: k for kissing ;)

also on: ff.net and ao3


Like every year, Ruby Lucas makes a big show giving out the small tulle packets with the homemade fortune cookies she brought back to Boston from her Christmas visit to her grandmother. It’s tradition that she and her bunch of friends each get one to open at midnight on New Year’s Eve.

Like every year, she reminds them, “Granny says not to open them before midnight!”

Like every year, her girlfriend Mulan jokes, “Wait, those are Chinese, shouldn’t I be the one giving them to you?”

Ruby rolls her eyes, “Don’t be so cliché. It’s getting old.”

Emma Swan frowns suspiciously at the cookie in her hand. “Wait, this is a trick? There’s some stupid message inside just to…”

To be fair, it wouldn’t be the first time. Granny Lucas, at whose house Emma spent a lot of time in her youth, has tried more than once to send encouraging messages especially to her. Over the last years, however, it has become more and more annoying, and Emma started to feel the pain of every only single among a bunch of friends who are all happily taken. Endearing as it is that they all care so much for her, it’s still unnerving when even your youth’s friend’s grandmother tries to get you to finally find a boyfriend – or a girlfriend, whatever floats your boat, as Granny put it so eloquently.

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Star Cross’d - Part 1

Yay, like, a real chapter! With, like…a real chapter length! :D

Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader
Words: 1,890ish
Summary: And they’re off to see the Wiz–the reader’s fianceé.
Warnings: Swearing
Other Parts: Masterlist

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malec fics i’ll never write but want to read....
  • 5 times they spend the night on the couch, 1 time they go out (and decide to never leave the couch again)
  • where magnus needs alec to rescue him constantly because people finally figure out that all they have to do is bind magnus’ hands the right way for his powers not to work. magnus is annoyed at being bound and kidnapped again. and alec would take this all a bit more seriously if the people attempting to take magnus were in any way competent. (or where magnus really does have a weakness but no one with intelligence wants to take the risk of pissing off the high warlock of brooklyn and his shadowhunter boyfriend)
  • magnus has a stack of ancient texts to read. alec needs to catch up on paperwork. sharing an office may be the best bad idea they’ve ever had
  • magnus and alec go on a double date with simon and raphael. simon books them in two escape rooms - competing against each other. only one couple will be the victor
  • alec is on a beach vacation with his family. desperate to be alone for even a few hours, alec rents a paddleboard and is caught up in a storm. the driving winds take him in the opposite direction of his rental house and directly to magnus’ door
  • clary creates a rune that makes alec fall asleep - for 16 years
  • jace wants to go skydiving. alec can’t let his parabatai go without him. magnus can’t let alec go without him. izzy won’t let any of them go without getting this all on video
  • there’s a blackout in NYC. alec remembers his neighbor across the hall always seems to be bringing home cartons of candles. alec has food he can trade for light. knocking on his gorgeous neighbor’s door to make a formal offer is only logical. a matter of survival, really. alec undoing a few of the buttons on his shirt as he crosses the hall? that’s only because the blackout has also come on the hottest day of the year
  • izzy sees what’s happening between magnus and alec and starts to write it all down (malec through izzy’s eyes)
  • magnus bane is a famous magician in las vegas. alec lightwood is a respected antique weapons dealer. alec has a sword. magnus needs a sword. it starts as a negotiation and ends up as one big magical innuendo
  • alec challenges magnus not to use magic. magnus challenges alec not to frown. one week. penalties are wracked up. sides are taken. hilarity ensues
  • trivial pursuit. monopoly. sorry. game night becomes a thing in the lightwood-bane household
  • shadowhunters magnus and alec decide they need to get away. au magnus and alec decide to take a vacation. both couples end up sunning themselves in the same dimension. when malec meets malec all bets are off
  • magnus always shows up flawlessly put together, but lately he’s been leaving the institute with his hair a bit askew. alec’s hair is a mess from the moment he wakes up, collecting tree branches and various detritus when he goes out on missions, but now he’s also coming home sprinkled in glitter? (ie, where magnus and alec’s relationship is revealed because of messy hair)
  • title - the magnus phase
  • never engage a warlock in a pillow fight (even if you are a highly trained demon hunter)
  • magnus always knew he’d have to take over the family business someday. on his first night as death™ he’s sent to take the life of one alexander lightwood–and alec doesn’t take kindly to magnus’ arrival. but magnus will have literal hell to pay if he doesn’t bring alec’s soul back with him. “darling,” magnus said to the stunning man holding an enchanted knife to his neck. “please behave. I’m just trying to make a living.” (or the one where magnus and alec rewrite the paradigm of life and death)
A Helping Hand

//hey yall! inspired by a headcanon of my best friend @terfs-can-die , i wanna share the story of how jesse mccree got his first binder. because its about a time before then, there is some description of unsafe binding so warning for that (dont do it!) and also a warning for injuries and some hospital stuff. that should be all! please let me know what you think, and have a nice day!//

For Blackwatch operatives, injuries were unfortunately fairly common. With a height population of around a thousand, it wasn’t uncommon for a small squadron of ten people to leave, and at least four come back with some sort of laceration or other damage. Thankfully, technology has kept pace with their dangerous lifestyle, and the Caduceus technology employed by one of Overwatch’s head nurses has brought more than a few injured back to full health.

Jesse McCree is a fairly new recruit, but he has already made a name for himself in both his exceptional skill with his six-shooter, and his somehow increased likelihood of injury. He’s so brash, that on more than one occasion, Gabriel has suggested he wear a brighter color, because the standard black-and-grey gear doesn’t suit him quite right.

He lays injured and unconscious, just wheeled into the infirmary. The room is filled with a dozen or so of his coworkers, all in various states of disrepair. A few limbs are casted, some have still-healing lacerations, and more than one is sick with some flu or another. Angela comes to his side and finds the left side of his abdomen bloodied, the shirt providing blockage for the wound. It may have helped slow the bleeding on his way here, but now it is an obstruction.

Angela unclips his gear and removes it, causing him to stir slightly. She murmurs for him to rest, while she continues to assess the situation. With a confident hand and sharp scissors, Angela swiftly slices through his shirt; there is no room for privacy as he continues to bleed in slow streams. She is immediately greeted with two facts, and one shocks her far more than the other.

To little surprise, he has a graze across his stomach, probably from a bullet judging by the shape. A wave of her Caduceus staff and a few layers of bandages later and he’s healed in under a minute.

However, to her horror, the upper portion of Jesse’s chest is wrapped tightly in what appear to be bandages, causing a mild concavity of the ribs that should very much not be the case. A number of things click into place in her mind, but more prominent than that is concern for the health of her patient. “Gabriel!” she shouts over her shoulder, readying her scissors once more.

Gabriel knows better than to hover around Angela as she works. She’s a remarkably bright young doctor, and doesn’t need his fussing or protectiveness in order to do her job. But when he is called, he rises from his seat outside the infirmary and heads in, at her side in a second.

“What seems to be-” The question falls short as he looks over the unconscious recruit. After a pause, he sighs, and drags a hand down his face. He’s too young to be getting gray hairs - at least in his mind - but these kids have already given him a few. “Shoulda figured,” he tells himself, shaking his head slowly. “Rough life before…” The thought trails away, so he steps back and informs the doctor, “He’s gonna be out for two weeks.” Angela looks up at him, and the firm set of her brow is one that he’s seen before. She knows far more than him on this topic, and he is aware of that fact, and she is aware of his understanding of it.

“I can have him on his feet, mission-ready in three days.” She is confident of the matter, but Gabriel frowns.

“Two weeks. I want him out of missions for two weeks. Keep him in here if you have to, but Jesse McCree will not take another mission for two weeks.” He has his reasons, though he doesn’t want to share them just yet. He nods back towards the unconscious young man, turning the conversation back to the patient himself. “Get that off of him, and get him in some hospital stuff. I’ll be back tomorrow at ten AM, sharp.”

The next morning, Jesse McCree is fully conscious and almost entirely healed. He has some moderate scarring, but is most frustrated with the news he received earlier that Commander Reyes wouldn’t allow him to leave for fourteen days.

When Gabriel enters the room, he has his phone in hand. It’s an ancient thing, with touch-screen capabilities, rather than the more standard holo displays of the modern world. He puts it away and finds Jesse glaring at him, arms folded, looking about as sour as a lemon. “Why’m I chalked up for fourteen days, boss?” His tone is flat enough that his anger is thoroughly conveyed, even though he’s visibly still on the mend. Gabriel shuts off the screen, and pulls up one of the rolling chairs to sit beside his recruit.

“I’m approximating ten days for my Amazon delivery to arrive.” He speaks slowly, as though making an explanation, but it seems to have no effect on Jesse’s understanding. He begins to interrupt with a “Huh?” but Gabriel raises a hand to continue the outline. “Then two days for me to make adjustments to your gear once you have it on. Then-” But not even Gabriel’s still-aloft hand can hold back the sharp remark on Jesse’s tongue.

“You bought me something? What the hell?” His confusion borders on defensive, but Gabriel does his best to continue as though there was no interruption. He’s used to people not understanding his machinations, after all.

“Then two days for you to get used to the new gear. That brings us to fourteen, kid.”

Jesse is silenced only for a moment, until he demands, “What the fuck did you buy me?”

Gabriel withdraws his phone once more, turning it on and opening an app. He tosses it towards Jesse, and it lands on the recruit’s lap with a soft thud. On the screen is a website, specifically Gabriel’s recent Amazon orders. The older orders show various fabrics, knicknacks, clasps, and miscellaneous items. But an order from the previous night is a simple black binder. According to the item title, it’s designed for movement and breathability, and comes in a dark grey color. Jesse picks up the phone in hands that shake more than a gunslinger’s should, but Gabriel makes no comment on his disbelief. In fact, he only gives another vague explanation.

“My number one concern is the safety of my operatives.” He says firmly, leaning back in the chair to let Jesse process his words. “I won’t have another instance of you fucking up your ribs with bandages, okay?” He can feel Jesse’s eyes on him now, switching between him and the phone without a single word of interruption. With a small sigh, Gabriel continues, “If you don’t like the one I picked out, or you don’t wanna wear one at all, that’s okay. Come talk to me and we can work something safe out, but you don’t need to endanger your health and your life for a flatter chest, kid.” There is silence between them for a stretch of seconds. Jesse’s eyes are wide, and vaguely shiny with tears, and the hope in them makes Gabe have to grit his teeth a little to keep from mirroring his expression. But after he processes, Jesse nods.

He nods bouncily and over-extendedly, swallowing to get his voice working once again. “Yeah, okay.” He agrees, a bit hoarse, as he slowly hands back Gabe’s phone. “Sounds good.” Jesse smiles, and Gabe knows his little lecture was worth it as Jesse promises, “Sounds real good.”

A little too much

Hi guys, I know I promised to write the pregnancy imagine BUT I was feeling “the sad Jo” vibe and I really wanted to put this out there. If you are feeling sad because of this, go to @lilli-jo for comfort :) xx



Joining Shawn on tour was very fun at first. Jo loved exploring all the new places and experience the nervousness before every show. She loved the buzz, the anticipation, the post-show highs. She loved the team and how everyone was, always making sure she was okay.
She even liked their tour bus and her cozy bunk bed she had been allowed to decorate.

But after nine weeks on the road she could feel her mood shifting. It was the little things at first. Missing her bed. Missing her friends back home. Hugging her mom.

And after fighting with Shawn one night, things seemed to spiral downwards.

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Raphael Santiago x Shadowhunter!Reader | Endgame

requested; yes

I hope you like this annon😊 I’m trying my best & I’m so sorry if it’s not what you truly expected

pairings; Raphael x Reader , Platonic!Raphael x Magnus, Platonic!Magnus x reader

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“(Y/N)” the warlock stared at the shadowhunter that stood in the front of his door, “ What are you doing here?”

She rolled her eyes, “ you forgot haven’t you? By the angels, you’re the one who called me here , Magnus. ”

The warlock frowned; last week he was in a bad mood because he had one of his first serious fights with his boyfriend, so he called one of his old friends to come by. (Y/N) wasn’t Exactly home when he called, she was in Idris with some business.

Now she just arrived home and hurried to go at Magnus’s; knowing he called for her a week ago. (Y/N) was holding a bag full of sweets and alcohol and some indian food, his favorites.

“ I know I’m late, like always,if you want I can go back-”

He smiled, “ no way, I haven’t seen you in ages, come in. ”

(Y/N) stepped in, everything was just how she remembered, except that there were another pair of shoes.

“ Your boyfriend’s ?” She pointed to the pair of unknown shoes, (Y/N) heard a lot about his boyfriend, Alec Lightwood and she was excited to meet him; (Y/N) belonged to the Hawaiian Institute, so she never really got the chance to meet the Lighrwoods.

Magnus shook his head, “ oh, no no no. One of my friends, he got tortured by the clave and come over to ask for my help. ”

“ Tortured by the clave? This sounds barbarian. And they say we’re savages. ”

“ Here in New York things are a little difficult and there’s a new douche bag sent by the clave to the institute. ”

“ Things are clearly complicated here. ”

Magnus grabbed the bags from (Y/N)’s hands and went with them in the kitchen, placing them on the table, quickly with the help of his magic.

“ I’ve missed this kind of stuff, staying with you and having magic to make my life easier.”


Magnus laughed, “ since when do you like easier? You were always though and going for challenges. ”

“ What can I say? Everyone needs a little magic in their lives, right? ”

“ Then you’re lucky you got me.”

“ Always the charismatic . ”

(Y/N) made herself comfortable on the sofa, taking off her denim jacket, “ can I go and borrow something of yours, M? This dress is stressing me out.”

“ Go ahead, but be careful, I think Raphael is in the bathroom.”

She winked, “ so that’s his name? Raphael?”

Magnus gave her the “I know what you’re thinking” look, so she turned her back to him and went to his room. She knocked, in case Raphael was already out of the bathroom and went in the room.

No reply was heard, so (Y/N) opened the door. It was empty. The (y/h/c) haired girl took of her black dress, remaining only in her black underwear.

She let her (y/h/c) free from the previous bun and it was covering half of her back. She went to the wardrobe searching for something that she’d like, but her eyes landed on a black shirt, (Y/N) took it in her hands and put it on ; the shirt was a little big for her, but she kept it anyway; the next thing was to look for a pair of shorts, she was sure Maguns would have some from her ex-girlfriends or things like that.

After she found one dark red pair of shorts , she put them on quickly.

“ Who are you?”

(Y/N) turned around to see a black haired guy staring at her. Her eyes moved from his gorgeous hair, to his dark eyes, full lips and shirtless body.

She smirked, “ you must me Raphael? Hi, I’m (Y/N), one of Magnus’s friends.”


He shook her hand gently, that’s when he noticed she was wearing his shirt .

“ Why are you wearing my shirt?” he asked amused

(Y/N) griped the end of the shirt, tugging it down. Ashamed, the girl moved her eyes to the ground, a blush creeping on her face.

“ I needed something to change in and this was the first one I saw. I’m sorry, I guess? I can take it down if you’d like.”

The shadowhunter girl always managed to embarass herself, she had a big mouth that said things she didn’t really mean.

Raphael rose his eyebrows and chuckled amused, “ You don’t have to strip for me, angel.”

“ That’s not what I meant-”

“ Sure”, he said with a longer ‘u’ than usual, making it sound sarcastic.

“ Don’t flatter yourself, Raphael. ”

He just smiled, knowing that a shadowhunter will always be stubborn and there’s no point arguing with them, especially if you just met them and they’re really hot.

“ You can keep that, but that’s it. I won’t give you any other shirts of mine or Magnus will start thinking I’m completely, truly and deeply in love with you.”

She laughed, “ aren’t you?”

“ Not yet, we didn’t even got on our first date, mi amor. ”

“ There’s plenty of time , isn’t it?”

“ Time is a tricky thing; and it’s not a friend of mine.”

(Y/N) studied him, his dark eyes held a lot of sadness and tiredness, there was also this crinkle between his brows that formed every time he frowned, he looked sick of this world, of the shadow world.

“ It’s sucks to be an immortal vampire, I guess. ”

He sighed, “ at first it was good, but that was back in 1953 when my family was still alive and I, somehow, lived with them for a while. ”

“ A lot of time has passed, you must be sick of living.”

“ Sometimes I am, but I know that death won’t bring me anything better. ”

(Y/N) gasped, “ you’re a believer ?”

“ You’re asking if I believe in God? Of course. I’m a catholic. So, I know what’s next for me, hell . ”

“ I believe you’ll get your second chance Raphael, you’re a good guy I see.”

“ That’s the first time a shadowhunter complimented me.”

“ Such a shame, you’re quite handsome I must say.”

Raphael laughed, “ Now its clear you’re Magnus’s friend, you two are so alike , but you might be less annoying and prettier.”


“ Excuse me, Santiago? Am I not pretty enough ?!”

Raphael and (Y/N) turned around at the sound of Magnus’s voice, he sounded amused, but both, (Y/N) and Raphael were panicked.

“ You were listening?” the girl asked suspiciously

“ Of course I was; you went to change like a hour ago, I knew my dear friend Raphael was here as well , but by knowing you two I was 99% sure that you won’t be having sex, so I just had to come and make sure I was right, and of course that I was, you’re just bonding.” He smirked, “ pathetic, but you two are cute, I put my money on you that in at least two years you’ll be engaged. I need a ship name for you two. You two are endgame. ”

With his speech done, Magnus left his bedroom and went to get a shot of whiskey , while Raphael and (Y/N) were sitting awkwardly next to each other.

The girl sighed, “ well, when you’ll propose let me know, I might say yes. ”

Let Me Love You pt. 2

Originally posted by sehunlays


Let Me Love You

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

Description: You realize just before your consultation who Baekhyun really is.

Genre: Smut // Fluff // Slight Angst

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

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The next morning you woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon wafting around your room. The smell was so delicious that you thought it was coming from a dream until you felt a soft kiss to your forehead. 

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Give me a smile

Now this is a request for the amazing @wolfcub1635

So the scenario is: “reader has had a pretty rough week, feeling pretty shitty and has made a sort of bubble by keeping people out, not even Mikey could cheer her up. But will a hothead cheer up a hothead?”

Originally posted by lillianlinus


It was raining for starters. That black cloud had followed you all the way into the lair, the thunder reflecting your mood, dangerous and furious. It was like life was against you, of course that wasn’t true but from where you were standing it seemed like the universe was telling you to have the shittiest life ever and they weren’t there to help you out. At all. You were on your own. 

The first one to notice your foul mood was Mikey. He cheered once you entered the fortress of the pizza smelling sewers but you ignored him. Mikey didn’t get hurt easily, but your frown, your posture, the less that skip in your step had made him feel sad. 

“Hey Y/N! How are ya?” he exclaimed cheerfully a second time but all you did was sulk and sulk. You didn’t even join him to play a video game. That was how shitty you felt. 

Donnie was next. asking if you were sick, you grumbled a no and made your way to the kitchen where Leo was trying to offer you some tea. They wanted to see you happy, they really did. But maybe you just weren’t up for it. You didn’t even give them a smile. Not as much as a twitch on your lips. Finally, after what had seemed forever, they had decided to leave you alone which unfortunately for you, made you feel worse. Did no one care? 

You heard the grunting of the certain steroid invested turtle punching a sandbag so you decided to pay him a little visit. The air smelled like tension, you could cut through it with a knife. You sat cross legged by some weights, tracing the patterns of the numbers on them silently, trying to waste some time, knowing Raphael hadn’t noticed your presence. 

“Watcha doing here, shortie?” he grumbled, letting out another grunt as he pushed the bar back up into its holster. 

“Nothin’.” you mumbled in reply, not seeing his rolling of his eyes. 

He picked himself up, swaggering towards you and sitting down beside you, trying to read your hard expression. “Why ya so pissed?” 

You rolled your eyes, sure, you guys had grown closer, having something in common. You were both hotheads. You considered him a friend, maybe something more but in your mind, it wouldn’t happen. 

“I’m pissed at life.” You answered with a sigh, your fingers ghosting over the crack in the floor. 

“Woah, that’s deep. Even for you.” he chuckled but you didn’t laugh. Not even a smile. He frowned. “Rough week?” 

You shrugged. “Maybe.” 

He shook his head in amusement. “You wanna talk about it?” 

You actually scoffed, a twitch almost making its way to your lips. “When have you ever ‘talked’?” 

“I talk.” He snapped defensively. 

“When it comes to your biceps.” You teased which made him smirk. 

“Now, you’re feeling better.” He said which made you frown again. He huffed, shoving your shoulder gently. 

“Come on, shortstack. Give me a smile.” He taunted and you scrunched up your face in a sulk. He rolled his eyes at you. “All you gotta do is smile, dammit.” 

“What if I don’t want to?” 

“Well, I’m tellin’ ya to.” 

“What’s the point?” 

He sighed. “It would make me happy.” He said and you dropped your wall of stubbornness. “I like it when you smile.” He muttered under his breath sheepishly which made a grin curl at your lips. 

You made a bold move. You kissed his cheek with a quick peck and he froze. Slowly, a red blush started at his neck and traveled all the way up to his cheeks, putting his own mask to shame. He then looked at you and you looked at him. He grinned. 

“There’s that smile.” 

Insecurities - Part Two

Pairing: Dylan x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1928

Author’s Note: So, some people wanted a part two to this and if you know me, I’m a sucker for happy endings. Thank you to the lovely @celestial-writing for proofreading and giving me feedback, love youuuu. Enjoy babes! Also, requests are open!


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anonymous asked:

Can I request a jimon first kiss au to heal my broken heart?? Seriously that was so sad I loved it but I just...., need something to make my heart not hurt 😭

THIS IS LIKE FOUR DAYS LATE IM SO SORRY I WAS RLLY BUSY WITH SCHOOL anyway here u go some first kiss fluff!!

Simon is drunk. It’s his birthday, he’s out with his friends, and he’s very, insanely, spectacularly drunk.

Speaking of said friends, Simon musses, as he bounces back from the bar to the spot they previously occupied, he seems to have lost literally every single one of them. He glances around, clutching his glass between his hands, but no sign of any of them anywhere.

“That’s unfortunate,” Simon tells the faceless mass of people in front of him. They don’t respond.

Simon bounces around in that spot for a bit, hoping his friends will magically come back to him, but it appears they have disappeared forever. Well. Okay. This birthday is shaping up to be a little less fun then it was an hour before this.

He starts moving then, bouncing through the crowd in hopes of finding his friends, but the only person he finds is Jace. Who is not really a friend, but it is someone Simon knows and that’s at least something, so Simon makes his way over to him.

“JACE!” He yells excitedly over the music. Jace turns around and frowns.

“Simon,” Jace says, “What the hell is in your hair.”

Simon reaches up to touch his hair and finds the tiara Clary placed in it hours before still there. “It’s my birthday!” He yells, like that explains everything. In his head it kind of does. “Well, not really, though,” he adds, and frowns. “Next week is my birthday. But Clary can’t go next week so we’re celebrating it now. Speaking of Clary, have you seen her?”

Jace looks slightly constipated. Simon isn’t bothered by that, though. Mostly because that is how Jace always looks at him. Simon reaches out his hand and pokes him in the cheek. Jace looks even more disgruntled by that. “I have not,” Jace says, answering Simon’s question. Simon, who had momentarily forgotten what he had even asked because we was too busy staring at Jace’s nose, frowns.

“Your nose is pretty,” he informs Jace.

Jace pulls a face, “Thank you.” When Simon promptly topples over into Jace’s chest, Jace adds, “I think it is time for you to go home.”

“Can’t,” Simon mumbles, mostly into Jace’s chest. “Is my birthday.” He’s pretty sure Jace doesn’t hear him, though, since he just hauls Simon back on his feet and starts leading him towards the exit.

“Come on,” He says, “I’ll take you home and text Clary.”

And then suddenly they’re outside, and Jace has disappeared, and Simon is hugging a lamp post. When Jace reappears, he sighs, “Let go of the lamp post, Simon.”

“I made a friend,” Simon tells him, and then promptly forgets all about said friend when Jace hands him a strawberry milkshake. “You are the love of my life,” he says, and Jace honestly isn’t sure if he’s talking to him or the milkshake.

The walk home is surprisingly uneventful, but when they reach Simon’s front door, milkshake abandoned in a trash can along the way, Simon suddenly leans in to kiss Jace.

“No,” Jace says, firmly and deliberately pushing Simon away.

Simon frowns at him. “But I thought, like, the milkshake? And the walking home? And that weird constipated look on your face?”

“Yeah,” Jace confirms. “Yeah, I do, but. Not when you’re like this, Simon. Not when you are too pissed to even stand.”

“Oh,” Simon says, and then promptly turns around to march up the steps to his apartment.

“What are you doing?!” Jace yells after him, slightly confused.

“The faster I get to sleep the faster it’ll be morning the faster I’ll be sober the faster I’ll be able to kiss you!” Simon yells back, all in one breath. It’s pretty impressive for someone who is trying to stick his key into the doorbell instead of the lock.

Jace laughs, helps him into the house (and eventually into bed) and leaves, a smile ghosting on this lips all the way home.

(The next morning, or well, the next afternoon, he’s awoken by Simon sprinting into his bedroom, jumping on his bed, loudly announcing “I AM SOBER” as he kisses Jace full on the mouth.)

Only Us (Part Six)

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Summary:  What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you? (things have changed but fuck it I’m still using this summary cuz idk)

Word Count: 1947

Warning(s): Swearing, parental neglect 

Additional Notes: If you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk. 

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  


“How dare you!” I heard my mother yell as I entered our apartment. Her and my Dad were fighting…again. I shut the door walking to the kitchen where the yelling occurred. Just to my luck I had to walk through the kitchen to get to my bedroom. Curse our damn small apartment.

“Oh shut up.” My dad mumbled. “It’s not like it means anything.” I ran my hands through my hair trying to walk past them.

“What the hell are you doing here?” My mom glared at me.

“I live here.” I mumbled. She glared at me shaking her head.

“You know Will, the worst thing we ever did was make her.” She glared at me as tears sprung in my eyes. That always hurt. I turned walking toward my room used to the verbal abuse they always inflicted on me. I stopped when I saw my door wide open. That never happened. I always locked it. I slowly walked into the room tears falling from my face as I saw the destruction that littered all over the floor. I closed the door locking it again quickly walked toward my bookshelf finding my favorite opening it to find all my money gone. No. I thought paging through it quickly. No no no no. That was all of my money. My eyes squeezed shut and I through the book across the room my head falling into my hands.

“Woah.” I heard a familiar muffled voice from my window. I looked up to find Spiderman outside my building looking inside the room. “Are you okay Y/N?” He asked panic in his voice. My eyes locked with his covered face.

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