honestly think i laughed for a day

// THE!! BEST!! GIFT!! EVER!! IS!!
M E M E S!!!!
kind of nsfw, at least implied.

{ Valentine’s day special }

Zen:

- He’d gotten the whole shebang, like every cheesy gift imaginable. Everything. Who is this man, why is he like this.

- You just slowly slide an envelope over the table– he gets really excited and starts to open it with a huge smile on his face; you have to bite your cheek to contain yourself.

- When he gets it open, it’s literally pouring out valentine’s day cards with memes on them

- ” Wait what is this? Spell lana backwards? … OH”

- He’s laughing while he’s opening them because he didn’t know what he expected but not this?

- “ Looks like someone’s getting cremè bru-laid toni– M C ”

- Keeps them because he thinks they’re funny and just so you. Trust me, he’ll go through with everything that’s written on those cards if you know what i’m dayin wink wonk

Jumin:

- Honestly don’t give it to him out front like hide little sticky notes around the house for him to find

- He’ll be at work two weeks after valentine’s day and he just finds
“ you’ll be making MY kitten purr tonight“ WITH A PICTURE OF ELIZABETH THE 3RD

- Calls you and asks how many of these you made because he finds them at random, he found one in the oven like?? when did you have time for this

- He recognizes V’s ugly writing on a few of them and he’s going to fight that man for helping you with this

Yoosung:

- He was so so scared for valentine’s day– what if you didn’t like his gift? He just went with what Jaehee told him to get and rolled with it.

- He’s stuttering and nervous, you slide him a card. incognito. If you had sunglasses, they would have been worn.

- You got him a video game!! And he’s excited, but confused when there’s no disk?? it’s just cardboard with something written on it

- “ the only thing you’ll be playing with is me tonight. ”

- VISIBLY SWEATING AS HE SPITS OUT HIS DRINK

Jaehee:

- she’d have none of your bullshit honestly

- She saw you making cards and she just cannot believe this she runs whenever you chase her with them in hand

- “ damn girl, you optimus fine ”

- S TO P

- “ let’s get together and have some shrex because i’m not ogre you ”

- N O

- “ id let you in my swamp ”

- SHES ABOUT TO BURN THE HOUSE STOP

Seven:

- oh look at that you both had the same idea

- He makes his hand made memes into paper planes and sends them to you via flight through the living room

- “ let’s bop bop bop ur top off ”

- of course you HAVE to send one back I mean it’s just common courtesy!

- fucking looses it at
“ ravioli ravioli give me the dickioli ”

- this goes on all night until the living room is COVERED in these cards

- poor saeran is surrounded by your sins when he wakes up look what you’ve done you’ve soiled him

V:


- V is the sweetest on valentine’s day okay he gets you roses, gives you massages with nice vanilla candles all around, ( he’s a god with his hands trust me trust me) kisses, chocolates, wine, he’s basically your servant for the day and you over here givin him some memes? smh who are you

- no but seriously, he would think it’s the cutest thing. especially handmade, look at your creativity! what a nerd

- hey he can spice things up too– He’s not stale, he’s a cool kid too MC. But his memes are wholesome with some sexual innuendo but mainly wholesome

- “ You take my breath away ”
WITH A SHITTY DRAWN INHALER AA MY MAN

- Most sexual has to be
“ Ill turn you on! ”
on top of your laptop, he’s so cute and blushy when you find it

Saeran:


- he’s concerned for your wellbeing because you’re laughing so hard at the stack of valentines in his hand

- “ I think you’re eggstaordinary?? I want to see your hard drive— MC what is this EXPLAIN”

- He’s laughing too because he honestly can’t believe this you worked so hard on these

- He loves you so much his heart hurts because of it— you’re so silly and goofy and it makes him so happy? but these are terrible who taught you how to meme? let the master show you how it’s done ~

Buttercream :1 (M)

Originally posted by helendrv

1. | 2. | 3.

Genre:
Smut/Angst/Fluff

Summary: (Previously posted under @suganeedsanap) When you fell in love with Kim Taehyung, it was as sweet as cake and bitter as beer. He made your heart swell, but others disapproved. Those days are over, but memories still linger. Maybe this bachelorette party will help ease your mind. Besides, You’ll be Ms. Jimin Park. But why aren’t you happy?

Warnings: Alcohol Use

Word count: 4,024

Written by: Smutty Jaefairy

A/N: This is a story I’m moving from my main blog to here. I’m having a hard time finding worth in my work so this is an exercise of me looking at my past work and appreciating my writing. I hope you guys enjoy this story. This is one of my babies. 

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Harry Styles - Pool Day Imagine


[Man, I love fluffy Harry. Enjoy!]

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Birthday boy

A one shot with a surprise birthday party and a sub Harry

WARNING: SMUT

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P.S. I Love You- A Sirius Black Imagine

A/N: I know, I know, two imagines in one night? Anyways, this is a little something that I decided to work on and post tonight in dedication to @goblackhatwithme . I hope you enjoy it, Renee! There are probably many mistakes in this so I am sorry but I wanted to get this posted tonight. This also has nothing to do with the film “P.S. I Love You,” but I thought it was a cute title. Hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by nellaey

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. You were in the boys’ dormitory, lounging on Sirius’ bed and waiting for him to get out of the shower. You sighed in slight annoyance as you knew it was going to be a while. He was always so keen on using the “finest muggle products for his precious hair” and cursed Lily and yourself for showing them to him in the first place.

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Honestly the thing about that Jackson video is that it was posted March 31st kst and it’s currently April 2nd kst which means it has been two days. And they had a fan meeting yesterday (today for us in the western hemisphere) and from the looks of it, they all seemed fine? Like JB was all over Jackson, Youngjae too as well as the fact that Jackson was back to being super flirty with Jinyoung, handing him a rose and doing their usual whispering together. They were all joking, Jackson included and laughing as a group. So i think that we should recognize that whatever issue was going on in that video has probably been resolved. They talk about about they fix their issues all the time so I’m sure that this too has been talked about.

And at the end of the day, we aren’t privy to every moment, every issue, every fight that happens. they deserve to figure this shit out like the grown men they are and not have us fangirls worry.

which also brings me to the fact that so many people are shitting on got5 for what happened and that’s not cool. Be upset about their actions (which I  could make a whole post on) but I think they were shocked and stunned and didn’t know how to react to Jackson in that moment. You hear them feel bad and I think they tried to cheer him up after that. If you watch after, when they ask Jinyoung about the future and he talks about their kids being in a group, it’s Jackson who suggests Got7 junior which Jinyoung says, “oh i like that”. He’s also the one all over Youngjae and reading comments with him, laughing and joking with Yugbam during Yugyeom’s sexy dance. Watch the whole video and you realize that it’s a very awkward and uncomfortable moment, but it seems to pass by. 

We shouldn’t keep making drama about this because it will only make it worse. They seem to be fine again and at the end of the day, they have their manager and family family who they all know to be there for them and work out any lasting tension. There is no way this one moment is going to cause them to have a disbanding or cause them to have a big blow up. Let’s move on and put this issue to rest.

The Call

General Disclaimer

AN: My contribution for Sakura’s birthday. Quickly jotted down on my extra long lunch break ^_^ Enjoy!


“This,” Sakura Uchiha grumbles as she drives her fist into the face of a particularly grimy bandit, “is not how I expected to spend my birthday.”

Sasuke makes a vaguely inquiring noise as he carries out a variation of his Shishi Rendan, sending his opponent flying through the air with several cracked bones.

“Never mind,” she mutters, ducking a clumsy kunai strike and using her attacker’s momentum to throw him over her shoulder.

The large band she and Sasuke have stumbled upon have been plaguing the nearby village for months, according to the inhabitants. They’ve take up residence on the only bridge in the area and have been charging travellers a toll to get by. Those who refuse have been violently robbed and left for dead, according to the warnings of several survivors.

It should have been the work of ten minutes to neutralise them and tie them up, but neither she nor Sasuke expected the majority of them to be former Kusa-nin. Even in this time of peace, missing-nin present a constant problem – especially those who made their livelihood pursuing war.

At least the Akatsuki had an actual purpose – these creeps just want to bleed people dry for their own benefit!

In the end, in the name of expedience rather than anything else, Sasuke traps them all in a genjutsu and Sakura rounds them all up. She’s kept the use of her strength to a minimum, not wanting to accidentally destroy the bridge they are trying to liberate.

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Chapter 863 thoughts

I am yet to confirm some things for what I read in this chapter.

1. Big Mom’s ultimate weakness

So back when I discovered that Big Mom ate the Soul-Soul DF, which is a very dangerous DF that can actually reduce lifespans by taking souls, I had this lingering thought: why the fuck didn’t she take down Roger and her fellow Yonko if she had that powerful ability? 

So I tried reading the WCI all over again and noticed this.

And so I asked myself, “If you didn’t cower, then you probably won’t die or something?” I got so interested with this theory until 863 came to finally give more hints about this thought.

Then it occurred to me that neither Roger nor the members of the Yonko are going to suit this condition: being afraid of death. 

Whitebeard, being known as the Strongest Man in the World, didn’t back down on any fight he’s been, so I think he won’t be afraid of dying. He’s probably more afraid of his family dying if nothing else. Shanks doesn’t seem to be afraid of dying either cuz you know, he’s so badassKaido, like Whitebeard, is acknowledged as the Strongest Creature, so it’s highly unlikely that he’s afraid of death. Roger as well.

I am so proud of Jinbe here tbh.

Here we are. He wasn’t scared at all because he wants to join the Future Pirate King’s crew and its members cannot easily give in to a mere Yonko. good shit dad jinbe.

And look at that, since he wasn’t scared, his soul didn’t come out.

I therefore conclude that, in order to execute her abilities of taking away the life spans of her enemies, she has to assure that her enemies feel fear.

2. Brook is the real MVP

As you can see here, among Luffy’s clones there’s this weird skinny specimen that doesn’t resemble Luffy’s physique at all. I thought it was just poorly drawn but then…

boom.

Brook saves the day again. Srsly, he had done a lot for this arc and I’m proud for grandpa. And honestly, the laugh gave it away.

3. Bege

Only he and Law are the only ones I know that made that face without their eyes popping out of their sockets. 

4. WHERE THE HELL ARE THE VINSMOKES

Did any of the Vinsmokes appear on this chapter? I think not. 

Do you think they have a plan too? You know, like a murder plot. Because WHAT KIND OF ASSASSINS ARE THEY IF THEY’RE THE ONLY ONES WITHOUT A MURDER PLOT. Just kidding. They may be in the corner, pretty shookt.

Be My Date

Requested by abbessolute: Barry finds out his best friend got stood up on a date she was looking forward to and he either gets angry, come over to comfort her or takes her on the date.

Pairings: Barry Allen x reader

Word count: 2440

A/N: Thank you for the request! I tried to make it as cute as possible and I hope you all like it :D Let me know what you think x

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consequences.

Originally posted by sosjimin

requested by @royalparkjimin

oh MY GOD please p.e. teacher!jimin where you don’t take his classes seriously and his dom side starts coming out when you wear yoga pants/booty shorts

genre: smut

a/n: lowkey tho, teacher!bts is kinda hot, only lowkey tho…, also sorry for not proofreading…

I had finally made it to senior year of high school which also meant, I could give less of a shit if I didn’t do well in P.E, it was all fun and games anyway. Although P.E was no fun at all, my teacher, Mr. Park, was one good looking guy but his voice bored me so much, he made the day seem longer and really did drag out his instructions.

“I would rather be doing maths right now.”, Sujin, my best friend whispered to me. “I know, same. This guy keeps going on about the same thing, I don’t even think he’s speaking the same language as us anymore.” “True, true. I think I’m just gonna skip the next class.” “I would but remember that time we skipped last year?”, I laughed. “Fine, but you’re making the choice to do this to yourself.”

I attended the next few classes without Sujin and tried my hardest to make it through each one; however each time I noticed myself drifting off or falling asleep. I just couldn’t take these classes seriously, not when he made the same damn points every time he taught us.


One day, I got called out by Mr. Park for not moving or interacting with the lesson and honestly it was the best thing that happened all year and it was almost the end of the second term. “___, you need to be paying more attention.” “Do I really though? This is just P.E.” “It’s not ‘just’ P.E, it is required by law that you exercise for at least one hour.” “That’s not my business, sir.” “You better start improving your attitude or there will be consequences.” “And what are those?” “You’ll see if you don’t change yourself.” Change myself? Consequences? Was he joking because he was seriously a funny guy for thinking I cared about his lessons.

“Did he seriously say you needed to take his classes more seriously?”, Jungkook, another one of my friends, asked me as I left the art classroom with him. “Yep, and he told me there would be consequences if I didn’t. What a funny guy.”, I joked. “Hey, maybe you should take him seriously. I heard his consequences are quite a lot.” “And where have you heard that?” “I dunno, but my friend who’s finished school already told me that Mr. Park is no joke when it comes to consequences. He made my friend do 300 push ups and like 100 chin ups.” “That’s brutal.”, I laughed. “Yeah, he’s hella strict with his punishments, you best be careful, ___.” “Thanks for the advice but I think I’ll pass.”


3pm and this class was finally over, I was slowly losing myself in school. I shook my body to wake it up some more before making my way to the dance practice room in school, I had my booty shorts on in preparation and my sports bra on underneath my shirt. I had turned ‘Pink Matter’ by Frank Ocean on and had started to choreograph a dance for one. The more I added to the dance the worse it got, something was missing but I couldn’t figure out what. Giving up I made my way over to my bag and got out my water bottle when the door opened and in walked Mr. Park.

“I told you to take the classes more seriously or else there would be consequences.”, he angrily told me as he moved to the stereo to shut off the music. “Did I not look convincing enough? I thought I was pretending to care quite well.”, I jokingly told him as I placed down the water bottle and turned the radio on with my remote. “Don’t mess around, this isn’t elementary school, you need to do P.E.” “Cool, now, I’m kinda tryna choreograph a piece, so umm, sir, you can leave now.”

“I’m not going anywhere, remember, consequences.” “Oh, can’t you wait for another day? I’m busy today.”, I seriously asked him with my arms crossed. “No, you need to receive your punishment.” “What are you gonna make me do? 300 push ups? 100 chin ups? Tell me so I can get back to this.” “No, I have a special punishment for you.” “What would that be?”, I chuckled as I closed the distance with hopes to intimidate him. “Those damn booty shorts, do you know what you do to me?”, he said as he aggressively grabbed my ass, taking me by surprise. “You wanna play at that game?”, I smirked back as I palmed his member through his sweatpants.

“This is supposed to be a punishment ___, don’t mess around.”, he growled. “And how is this gonna work?”, I asked before he pushed his lips onto mine and asserted his dominance. “Is that all you have, sir?”, I asked as I pulled away from his kiss. “It’s Jimin, just call me Jimin.”, he moaned as I put my hand down his sweatpants and started stroking his cock. “What are you gonna do Jimin?” “Don’t mess around and suck me off now.” Immediately I got down on my knees and pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his thick cock. “Hurry up.” “Now, now, patience.”, I teased before I played with the tip of his cock with my tongue, I swirled it around and slowly wrapped my lips around his cock.

“You’re too slow.”, he groaned as he grabbed my hair and pushed me down his cock, making it hit the back of my throat. He bobbed my head up and down his cock and finally released me after I did it myself. Every now and then I would hold my head down and deep throat his cock before gasping for air. “You look so fucking hot”, he growled. After many moments of bobbing up and down his cock and teasing his tip, Jimin was begging for release. “Fuck, don’t stop, keep going. I’m so close.” and finally Jimin came into my mouth and partially on my hands that were wrapped around his cock.

“Shit, that was amazing. Best blowjob I’ve ever received.”, he chuckled. “Does this excuse me from giving a shit in P.E?”, I asked after I swallowed his load. “No, but after I eat you out you’re good to go but you ain’t gonna get out of our after school activities.”, he smirked before he reconnected his lips with mine.

Damned If I Do Ya

Originally posted by j-miki

MATURE

“Dude, come on! It’s after ten. The rent-a-cops have disappeared until midnight. I want to take a selfie with that giant fucking pigeon before we head to the party.”

Junhong rolls his eyes at your request as he pulls his apartment door and shoves his keys in his backpack. “Why the hell is there a giant pigeon statue on campus, anyway? I get that they needed the new art building, it’s really nice in there, by the way, but that statue’s unnecessary.”

“It’s terrifying,” you laugh as you drop your board to the asphalt and wait for Junhong to do the same. “But it’s quirk and weird and it’ll get some likes on Instagram. So, you know, doing it for the internet.”

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Of traditions and duels

There’s an old tradition that concerns the Scamanders in which the head of every family must decide who the younger members should marry. The suitors must present themselves to the head of the family and accept any kind of challenge they decide to put them through.

In Theseus’ family things are a little bit different.

Since his parents died, he became the head of the Scamander family and so far he has done a very good job of taking care of his little brother Newt. Well… he’s not so young anymore and certainly he can make his own decisions but the tradition doesn’t consider age in its statement so technically speaking Theseus is still the one who has to decide for his brother in that matter.

And that’s how the problem starts. Because, to be honest, he knows he should ignore that stupid tradition and make the arrangements for Newt to be legally capable of deciding for himself… but the war happened and a few things here and there that just have been keeping him so busy. He doesn’t have time to do it. Well… he has it now, but Newt doesn’t seem to want to get married anytime soon so…

Okay, the thing is, he doesn’t have any excuses, but since he returned from the war and his name started to be recognized not only in England but also on the other side of the globe everyone seems to be scared of him. Yes, enjoys that a little bit and also likes being respected BUT he also enjoys dueling. And now nobody wants to duel him because they’re so afraid of him.

And so one day a man arrives at his door and the utter piece of trash ask for his baby brother’s hand in marriage and of course Theseus is not pleased, not at all, so decides to use that fear on his favor and challenges him to a duel (hopping the man would just go away) but the thing is… he doesn’t and accepts in spite of being terrified.

The poor man just lasts like two seconds, but makes Theseus happy anyway and gives him a very good idea (according to him at least) and decides to establish dueling as a legal form of competition over Newt’s hand.

It works. They’re still afraid of him, but they’re willing to try it just for the chance of marrying his little brother. It’s just insane. Well he knows his brother is adorable and that he’s also appealing to the eye but he hadn’t expected something like that. Not that he’s complaining though.

But of course news travel fast and even from Merlin knows where Newt finds out and is pissed. Because his brother -bless his kind little heart- doesn’t like people getting hurt (physically or emotionally) and even less when is because of him. And ‘you know I’d have to accept the courtship and marriage if you lose Theseus and my creatures need ME’

“I won’t. Nobody can defeat me,” he says during holidays. “And you know I wouldn’t let them marry you. They don’t deserve you.”

But Newt just rolls his eyes and leaves. It takes months for him to receive a letter from his brother again.

A year after that his friend Percival, who’s working at MACUSA, comes from America to visit him. So he can help but to tell him the whole story and of course perfect and noble auror Graves goes and takes Newt’s side even though he hasn’t met his brother yet.

“You absolute idiot, what’s wrong with you?” He almost growls. “A person should have the right to choose who he wants to marry.”

“I’m not deciding for him!” Theseus rises from his chair then suddenly feeling irritated. “They don’t stand a chance against me. It’s not like I’d let any of them near my brother!”

“And what if someone defeats you? What then? What about your brother? What if he ends up with an asshole, what if he ends up with someone like Grindelwald?”

At that Theseus tries to calm himself because he knows what his friend’s been through and know understands better his reaction. He also remember that without his brother’s help Percival wouldn’t be standing in front of him. And Graves must know that too.

“I wouldn’t let it happen,” he assures, trying not to be offended at the suggestion. “Newt means so much to me.”

“But you can’t be sure,” Percival insists. “Not until you make the arrangements.”

“It won’t happen. Nobody can defeat me.”

It comes out almost as a joke and Theseus smiles, but Graves doesn’t return that smile.

“Are you sure of that?”

“C'mon, you’ve seen me fight,” he says. “Who could beat me?”

“Very well then,” Percival takes a few steps back; his expression changes suddenly, his eyes are filled with determination. He takes his wand out of his coat and puts his left hand on his back.

Theseus looks at him almost in shock when he realises what his (traitor) friend is trying to do.

“Don’t you dare!” He warns but is ignored.

“I, Percival Graves, Director of the Department of Magical Security, challenge you, Theseus Scamander, to a duel for Newt Scamander’s hand in marriage.”

And the traitor knows exactly the fucking protocol to follow. He knows he can’t refuse.

“I’m gonna kill you after we finish,” he promises.

Graves grins at him, the bastard.

“The words, you have to say the words,” he reminds him.

“I-I accept the challenge.” He blurts out and as soon as he says it he fires a spell in Percival’s director.

A spell that his friend blocks almost too easily. That’s when he realises he might have fucked up.

It’s the frist time in decades that he has to put all of his energy into it. And it would’ve been fun if it not was for the fact that he was risking Newt.

He fights with everything he has, but after a few minutes realises that maybe his friend has more experience than him.

When he watches his wand flying right into Percival’s hand he feels petrified.

“Now you understand,” Percival says and something changes in his face. “Look, I’m not going to marry your brother. He isn’t even here for Merlin’s sake, I just wanted for you to understand. You have to make the arrangements.”

A wave of relief passes through his body. Theseus nods “I’ve learned my lesson.”

Percival must have seen that in his eyes because he gives him his wand back and sits on the couch.

After a few minutes, when they’re both more calmed, Theseus decides to talk again.

“You see, since you… defeated me, you have the right to start the courtship and marry my brother.”

“I told you that I-”

“I know,” Theseus interrupts him. “And for that I’m glad, believe me. But for me to give Newt legal freedom you must reject that right first. By defeating me, a magical bond was formed and my brother and I are obligated to follow the tradition.”

“What should we do then?”

“It’s a simple spell,” he assures. “And you have to say loud and clear you won’t marry my brother.”

At that, Graves mouth presses into a fine line. His eyes look around him.

“How come I have never met your brother?” He ask, curious. “I would like to thank him for what he did in New York.”

“He travels a lot. Maybe some day I’ll introduce you two,” Theseus offers, but honestly doesn’t plan to do it.

“Why don’t you have pictures of him?”

“I have them, I just don’t like to put them for everyone to see,” he breathes, now irritated.

Percival arches his eyebrows at him.

“Can I see one?”

“When we finish here then maybe I’ll show you.” Theseus frowns when he sees Percival’s amused grin. “WHAT?”

“I won’t change my mind over a picture! Honestly Theseus!” He laughs. “Do you think I won’t renounce to the courtship if I see a picture of Newt?”

Theseus just glares at him.

“Oh for Merlin’s beard! You really do think so. Well now I’m curious, how does your brother look like? Because auror Goldstein is very fond of him you know, now I wonder…”

“Just shut your mouth Percival, just shut it,” he growls, but his friend keeps laughing.

“Right. I’m sorry. So, what about the picture?”

“I’ll show you one, after we cast the spell and you say the words,” Theseus says and it doesn’t look like he’s going to change his mind.

Percival just rolls his eyes, but agrees.

And just when they’re ready to do so, they hear a ‘crack’ outside Theseus’ house and the sound the door makes when somebody opens it.

They both rise from their sits out of instinct and Theseus watches as Percival’s shoulders relax when a messy reddish hair appears in front of them.

Theseus curses under his breath because Newt is there with his green big eyes and pure smile and many freckles like stars in the night sky and he wants to cover Newt’s face, hide him because suddenly Percival is looking at him with a stupid look on his face.

And Merlin why Newt’s smile is just so bright and he doesn’t even notice Graves and approaches his brother with a book in his hand.

“They decided to publish it!” He almost sings in excitement. “This is the final version!”

“Congratulations. I’m sure your brother is so proud of you, Mr Scamander.”

Stupid Percival, nobody asked him.

And the bastard approaches Newt like Theseus is not there at all.

“Mr Graves!” Newt blushes. “Tina told me you… She said you were better.”

“I am,” he takes another step closer. “And please, just call me Percival.”

He offers his hand and Newt looks at it before shaking it. “I’m Newt Scamander but only Newt will do. It’s how everyone calls me.”

“It is really a pleasure to meet you, Newt,” Percival says and takes his hand and presses a soft kiss on his knuckles.

Newt flushes even more and Theseus is sure that he’s gonna kill his friend. He takes Newt by the shoulders and basically yanks him away from Graves.

“You’re gonna stay a few days, aren’t you little brother?” He asks, forcing a smile. “Great because you need to rest now, you look tired so why don’t you go to your room and feed your creatures?”

At the mention of them Newt reacts, nods and gets up the stairs.

Theseus turns around to look at Percival, but notices that his eyes are still fixed on the stairs.

He clears his throat. The other auror looks at him and somehow seems flustered.

“I changed my mind,” he blurts out.

Theseus shakes his head. No, definitely not.

“I want to court Newt,” he continues as if his friend isn’t looking at him like he wants to tear him apart. “I’ll take care of him, I promise.”

“You utter cock! You said-”

“I know what I said,” he frowns. “I just… I’m human, you know? And he’s… Merlin help me he’s so bright and warm… I’m sorry but I’m not gonna let an opportunity like this slip through my fingers.”

“What happened to 'let him make his own decisions’?”

“I’m gonna court him and if at the end of it he doesn’t want me, I’ll let him go,” Percival promises, looking like someone just punched him.

Good, because Theseus wants to do much at the moment.

“I don’t like it.”

“But you have to let me, right?”

“Right.” Theseus admits but clenches his fists.

And then, his not-so-best-friend-after-all starts to court his baby brother.

Fucking stupid marriage traditions. He always hated them.

Summer School (Jeff Atkins X Reader)

Request: You should do a Jeff Atkins imagine where he meets the reader the summer before their freshman year he just instantly falls for her but she’s just super oblivious to it and you can do whatever you want from there :3

~*Jeff’s Pov*~
Summer school fucking sucks. It’s honestly a waste of time, besides who cares if i failed a couple classes? In my opinion its no big deal buy yet here i am bored out of my mind when i could be doing something fun.

The only thing that doesn’t absolutely suck about summer school is (Y/N). Shes amazing and im pretty sure she doesn’t notice me. We both failed Language Arts in 8th grade so we have to make it up now.

“Hey”

“Uhm hi”

“Is this seat taken?” She asks pointing to the seat next to me.

“Nope” i lie. I was saving that seat for my best friend Troy, we were supposed to stick together throughout summer school, but i mean he’ll understand right? She put her things down and sat at the desk.

“So (Y/N) im really surprised you have summer school, you always came off as a good student.” I say trying to start some conversation.

“I am in most classes, not to brag, but Language Arts was really kicking my ass” she said giggling

Holy shit her laugh was so cute.

“Yeah but i think thats mostly Ms. Adams fault considering she spent most of class talking about how her son and her cat get in fights” I replied to her and we both started laughing.
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After a few weeks me and (Y/N) got really close and i think i fell in love with her. Everything about her was perfect. Literally everything. I really doubt she feels the same way about me but im hoping that will change soon.

It was the last day of summer school and everyone was ready to leave. (Y/N) came and sat next to me where i was waiting on my dad to pick me up.

“Ya know Jeff these weeks have been really fun with you.” She says “I honestly don’t know why we weren’t friends back in 8th grade considering we had the same class”

“Yeah but I guess thats what i get for being the quiet kid, you don’t really just make friends.” I answered smiling.

I was kind of bummed that this was the end of summer school. I didn’t even get to tell (Y/N) how i felt.

“Hey my mom is here to pick me up, but we should definitely talk more next year!” She said

Then I realized that i had all of freshman year for me and (Y/N) to get close, and i couldn’t wait.

take this burden - part 20

[ giants - bear hands ]

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He Tian was beginning to feel how little he’d slept the night before.

They traded places.

He still felt uncomfortable handing his keys over, but pushed it down and took a much needed nap as they continued in their way.

He woke awhile later when Mo Guan Shan pulled over, expecting a gas station.

Instead, he found they’d pulled off the road in front of a sign informing them they were entering a new town.

‘Everything ok?’ He Tian asked, yawning.

‘When do you have to go back to work?’

‘Technically never. Why do you ask?’

‘Well, there’s this place my family and I stayed the night several years back about an hour from here.’

‘Yeah?’

‘It’s not a hotel. It’s little individual cabins. They have hot tubs and everything.’

‘You and your hot tubs, jeez.’ He Tian teased.

‘We all have a weakness. Don’t you?’

‘Bossy redheads, apparently.’

‘Shut up.’

‘Let’s go.’

‘Really?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, surprised.
‘Absolutely.’

Mo Guan Shan smiled, pulling back onto the empty road, telling He Tian to get some more sleep.

He Tian relaxed back into the seat, feigning sleep, listening to Mo Guan Shan softly sing along to the music for another hour or so.

They turned down a gravel road and He Tian sat up.

Slowly, a cluster of small cabins came into view and they pulled into the visitors entrance.

Before Mo Guan Shan had the chance to so much as unbuckle his seatbelt, He Tian was out of the car.

He requested the nicest cabin they had, slipping the kid that followed him to the car a few bills, asking him to bring champagne and ‘some fruit or something.

‘Honeymoon?’ The kid asked with a sly smile.
‘It’s more like a first date.’

‘Shit, man.’

They stopped outside the sliding doors.

‘What’s your name, kid?’

‘Kev.’

‘You got a girlfriend, Kev?’

‘Yeah…’

‘I’ll tell you what. You-discretely-help me out tonight, and i’ll finance a night just like this for the two of you.’

‘You can’t be serious.’

‘Deadly. Do we have a deal?’

‘God damn right we have a deal. Just tell me what you need.’

They conversed quietly for a few moments and Kev handed him the key, directing him to their cabin and telling him he’d be around shortly.

-

Mo Guan Shan followed He Tian’s directions, pulling into the small driveway a minute or so later.

‘Did you tell them about Felix?’

‘Nope.’

The cat in question growled when Mo Guan Shan picked up his carrier and grabbed his things.

‘Why?’

He Tian retrieved their bags and followed him to the door, stepping around him to unlock it.

‘Sometimes it’s fun to have a secret just because you can.’

Mo Guan Shan whistled, long and low.

‘This is a bit nicer than I remember.’

‘I put in a request.’

‘I’ll pay you back for this.’ Mo Guan Shan promised.

‘Don’t start that shit.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Don’t start the money thing with me again.’

Mo Guan Shan shrugged, walking further into the large room with the cat carrier.

‘I think I’m going to set Felix up in the bathroom and let him calm down a bit.’

‘That’s probably a good idea.’ He Tian agreed.

He set up the litter box and food and tried to lure the cat from his carrier while He Tian wandered into the kitchen, called Jian Yi to let him know they were staying out of town another night and asking for him to feed his fish.

Jian Yi laughed softly.

‘Are you telling me you’re taking a vacation? I didn’t think that was something you were capable of doing.’

‘It looks that way.’

‘When are you coming back?’

‘Tomorrow. Probably.’

‘So, there’s a chance you might not be coming home tomorrow?’

‘I guess we’ll see how it goes.’

‘So…have you…?’

‘No. I haven’t. I’m not going to. Stop it.’

‘If you say so.’

He Tian was about to hang up on him when Jian Yi yelled his name into the phone.

‘Jesus, what?!’

‘Are you having a good time?’

‘I really am.’

‘I’m glad. Zhengxi is too.’

Zhengxi protested in the background that he didn’t care at all.

He Tian laughed.

‘Alright, I’m going to go. I’ll keep you updated.’

The line disconnected.

-

He found Mo Guan Shan exploring the rooms.

‘Come with me.’ He Tian instructed.

Mo Guan Shan followed him up the stairs onto the large loft that served as the master bedroom with an enormous bed in the middle, and a large TV mounted on the wall across from it.

He Tian put their bags on one of the chairs and perused the bar.

Not a minibar.

An actual, well stocked, bar.

Mo Guan Shan continued into the bathroom.

‘Good news!’ He called.

He Tian joined him, smiling when he saw the individually wrapped toothbrush laid out by the sink.

The counter was covered in whatever small toiletries you could possibly need.

There was a huge bathtub, the kind with jets and built in stool type things that didn’t seem to have much of a purpose, and separate shower.

‘Hot tub?’ He Tian asked with a smile.

‘Hot tub.’ Mo Guan Shan agreed.

They made their way down the stairs and let themselves out through the backdoor.

Their view was ridiculous.

The leaves were beginning to change and they looked down over miles of colorful foliage.

The hot tub’s cover had been pulled back, the jets and lights already turned on, small tealights in frosted glass candle holders sat on any available surface flat enough to accommodate them safely.

Next to tub on a small wooden table sat a bottle of champagne, two glasses, and a covered tray.

All of these items were surrounded by rose petals.

Damn, Kev.

Mo Guan Shan looked to He Tian, eyebrows raised.

He simply shrugged, fighting a smug smile and popped the cork from the bottle, pouring two glasses and turning around to hand one off.

Instead, because he was as asshole, he watched Mo Guan Shan, where he stood a few feet away with his back turned, undress and gently remove the wrap around his ribs
His bruises were getting better, slowly but surely fading from a violent purple to deep red, ringed with a sickly yellow.

He’d noticed in the car that his lip was all but healed and the cut on his cheek would have been ready to lose the stitches if he hadn’t gone swimming and taken a shower with no attempt to keep it dry.

He Tian reminded himself to check on that later that night.

Lost in his thoughts, he’d forgotten to stop shamelessly staring until Mo Guan Shan cleared his throat, looking over his shoulder.

Having nothing to say for himself, he smiled sheepishly and offered Mo Guan Shan the glass.

Dropping and stepping out of his boxers, the redhead climbing up the small set of stairs that led to the raised hot tub and lowered himself into the warm water before holding his hand out for the drink.

Mo Guan Shan sank into one of the built in seats, groaned as the initial sting faded, and the heat began to relax his muscles.

He leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

He Tian stripped quickly and joined him, settling into his own seat a few feet away.

‘Feel good?’ He asked softly.

Mo Guan Shan lifted his head, readjusting himself.

‘Absolutely amazing. I didn’t even realize how sore I was.’

‘I can give you a massage later, if you want.’ He Tian offered, after having no intention to do so at all.

‘I will never turn down a massage.’

They both took a drink, looking away and thinking about that from both perspectives.

‘This is nice, He Tian. Really, really nice.’

He Tian fought the urge to tell him it had been his idea, after all.

‘Not too cheesy?’

Mo Guan Shan laughed.

‘Just the right amount of cheesy.’

He tian smiled, leaning over the side of the tub and pulling the cover off the silver tray.

‘What is it?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, unable to see from where he sat.

‘Meatloaf.’

‘…really?’

‘No, it’s fruit. But that would be hilarious.’

He Tian picked up the tray, bringing it back to with him and balanced it precariously on the edge.

Mo Guan Shan drained his glass, and joined He Tian by the newly obtained food.

Strawberries, grapes, melon slices, pineapple, and a bowl of whipped cream (because if they’d brought a can they’d also have to supply condoms and that would be costly.)

Mo Guan Shan grabbed a strawberry, dipped it into the cream, and took a bite.

He placed the leafy top back onto the tray and sat back, licking the cream from his fingers.

He Tian stared at him.

‘What?’

He smiled, shaking his head and standing to refill their drinks.

Mo Guan Shan watched him, looking more relaxed than he had since they’d met.

Handing the second glass off, he grabbed a grape, dipping it in the cream and sitting down.

Just a few moments of indulgence never hurt anyone…right?

He extended it to Mo Guan Shan and was rewarded with a small smile.

Mo Guan Shan opened his mouth, accepting the grape and grabbing He Tian’s hand, spitting the fruit into the water and licking the sticky sweetness from his fingers.

He Tian yanked his arm back, glaring at Mo Guan Shan.

‘Why?’

Mo Guan Shan shrugged.

‘I don’t like grapes.’

‘Why didn’t you just tell me that?!’

‘Because I do like whipped cream.’

‘You’re cruel.’

They watched each other for a few long moments.

‘Kiss me?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.

He Tian took a deep breath, looking away.

‘You know I can’t do that.’

‘Honestly, I don’t. Are you straight? Are you seeing someone?’

‘No, I…’ he trailed off.

‘What? You what?’

‘It’s too soon.’

‘Too soon? Are you fucking saving yourself for marriage?!’

‘Mo Guan Shan, five days ago your boyfriend-’

‘Ex.’ Mo Guan Shan interjected angrily.

‘Your EX boyfriend was beating the shit out of you in an alleyway. You still have bruises.’

Mo Guan Shan raised his eyebrows.

‘Is this about the bruises? Do you think they’re gross or something? I can put a shirt on…’

He Tian almost laughed at the absurdity of the question but Mo Guan Shan looked so, so, sad.

‘It’s not the bruises, it’s not you at all…’

‘Oh, it’s not me it’s you, right?’

‘Fucking shit, no! It’s the fact that you’re not even a week out of an abusive fucking relationship. I can’t just swoop in and take-’

‘Take advantage of me? Is that what you’re going to say?’

He Tian nodded.

‘Do you think I don’t know that? I know what happened. I was fucking there. I can’t do anything about that. Are you worried like your friends are? That I’m not ready? Or are you worried that you’d be a rebound?’

He Tian’s had been ignoring the little voice telling him exactly that for several days now.

‘A little of both.’ He answered honestly.

‘He Tian, even if that was something I believe in, that wouldn’t be you. A rebound is quick and easy and something you leave on the doorstep.’

He Tian didn’t respond.

Mo Guan Shan continued.

‘You aren’t any of those things. You’ve had plenty of chances to take advantage of me, and you haven’t. I’m not asking you to fuck me, or be my boyfriend, or help me forget. I’m just asking for a kiss.’

He Tian couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact.

‘What if I say no?’ He asked, looking up at the stars.

In the city, you were lucky if you could see the moon through the light pollution.

‘If you say no, I’ll pout for a few minutes, eat all the whipped cream, and let it go.’

‘And if I say yes?’

‘If you say yes, I will sit perfectly still and behave myself while you kiss me, eat all the whipped cream, and let it go.’

‘I’m…scared.’ He Tian admitted, for the first time since he was a child that fully believed in the monster that lived under his bed.

‘I trust you, He Tian.’

‘You shouldn’t.’

Mo Guan Shan shrugged.

His gaze no longer held the defiance, anger, or insecurity.

Fuck it.

Agonizingly slowly, He Tian leaned forward, taking Mo Guan Shan’s face in his hands.
He pressed their lips together softly, pouring everything he felt into the simple, sweet, act.

Mo Guan Shan tilted his face up, keeping his hands to himself, as promised, and kissed him back, parting his lips for He Tian’s tongue.

He Tian used every ounce of his willpower to pull back.

‘Happy?’

‘Very.’

anonymous asked:

Could you do prompt 38 and 42 with Daryl... if that's okay?

Yeah, that’s fine! :)

#38-  “Okay, judging by the look on your face, you either want to kill me or have sex with me.”

#42- “You’re drunk, I’m drunk, lets make it happen.”


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That was another one. Another of your team gone. It was a simple run, you didn’t see where it all started to go wrong, it was a perfectly simple plan! He was only seventeen… he was just a kid. His name was Robbie and he was a good kid. Stupid and naive, sure. But good nonetheless. Now it was time for you to go back to Alexandria to tell his mom and his sister that he got caught in a heard of walkers because he tried to be brave. You always hated that part. It didn’t happen very often, because you’d admit that you were a very good leader. But when it did, you always had to put your feelings aside and be totally deadpan about it. You couldn’t cry. You would never let yourself cry.

After leaving Robbie’s mother and sister to grieve, you headed home and opened one of the many beers that Abraham had given you a while back. You sat at your table and drank in silence. Your mind raced over the events of a few hours previous. How Robbie grabbed your hand and begged you to help him. How you knew you couldn’t, but you stayed anyway. You knew you should’ve just shot him and put him out of his misery, but you couldn’t do that, not to a kid.

When you’d made your way through another beer, you heard a knock at your front door. You let out an exasperated sigh and set down your beer as you headed over to see who it was at your doorstep. When you peeked through the draped on your door, you saw Daryl’s tall, muscular figure standing in the evening heat. You unlocked and opened the door and met his sympathetic gaze..

“Hey,” he said. “How you feelin’?”

“Oh, I’m great. Always feel fantastic whenever I lose someone.” You sighed sadly.

“Listen, it weren’t your fault.”

“Tell that to Robbie’s family, Daryl. See what they have to say. I’m sure they’d disagree.” You argued, thinking about the look on Robbie’s mother’s face when she found out.

“They probably would. But that don’t change anything. And if it makes you feel any better, I still think you’re one of the best people we got.” Daryl says softly, warming your heart a little. You notice that he glanced behind you and sees the beer bottles on your table and he suddenly had an idea.

“Look, I’ll be back soon, alright? I’ll stay with you for the night. I’m sleepin’ on your couch and there ain’t nothing you can do about it.” He smiled and walked away.

You were taken aback by Daryl being so forward. You’d never known him to be so confident with his words and gestures. He was always the stereotypical ‘strong, silent type’ that only spoke up when something was ridiculously important. You simply shrugged and wandered back to your beers.

Moments later, the door opened again and Daryl strolled into your kitchen with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a bottle of tequila in the other.

“If you’re gonna do this, you’re gonna do it right.” He told you as he set the bottles down in front of you.

“You’re getting me drunk?” You chuckled with a slight scoff.

“Pretty much.” He shrugs and sits down opposite you.

You gaze at him with uncertainty, confused as to why he’s suddenly so outgoing, but a little bit attracted by his new-found confidence.

Okay, judging by the look on your face, you either want to kill me or have sex with me,” he jokes, snapping you out of your inappropriate train of thought. “Is this a bad idea?” He asked.

“I mean, you haven’t met drunk me, so I’m just worried for you.” You laughed, only half joking, knowing full well that you have no filter between your brain and your mouth when you’re intoxicated.

“See, now I’m just excited.”

And with those words, you both took swigs from each bottle.

By the end of the night, you had claimed the bottle of tequila as your own, leaving Daryl with the bottle of whiskey, which he had no problem with. The two of you had inched closer to one another as the hours ticked by, and now there was no more space left to eliminate.

You were giggling like a schoolgirl at Daryl’s comment about Rick  being completely whipped by Michonne when you noticed something- Daryl was smiling.

“Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile.” You slurred.

“Don’t get used to it.” He mumbled, drinking the last drop of Jack.

“Can’t really get used to anything these days.” You replied with a sad sigh.

“What do you miss? Y’know, from before.” Daryl asked.

You let out a brief laugh and threw your head back in amusement.

“Sex.” You answered honestly, immediately regretting it afterwards.

“Really? You haven’t gotten laid since-”

“Since what? The whole world went to shit? Pretty much.” You snickered.

After a few moments, you noticed him gazing at you as you took another shot.

“What? What’s that look for?” You giggled.

“I can uh… help you out, y’know.” Daryl proposed, surprising you into silence.

“I uh… wh-”

“What? You’re drunk, I’m drunk… lets make it happen.”

And with that, you hungrily crashed your lips into his, earning an animalistic growl from Daryl.

“This is a bad idea.” You groaned.

“The worst.” Daryl breathed, taking off your jacket.

“We shouldn’t do this.” You moaned as you bit at his bottom lip.

“Definitely not.” Daryl grabbed your hips and pulled you into his lap.

“Sex isn’t the answer.” You slid his vest down his toned arms.

“Never is.” He sloppily unbuttoned your shirt.

“We’re about to make a big mistake.” You hurriedly unbuckled his belt.

“Damn straight.”

After unbuckling his belt you subconsciously licked your lips and Daryl smirked. He slipped your jeans off and ran his hands up your thighs, stopping just before your core. You looked him in the eyes and kissed him hungrily, the taste of alcohol mixing, whiskey and tequila, you and Daryl. It was pure passion, even if in a drunken state. You slipped your hand down his stomach and to his boxers, palming him through the fabric making him grunt. He wrapped your legs around his waist as he stood up and walked over to your lounge, and then pinned you onto the sofa and his hair fell around his face, making you giggle.

“You look like a girl!” You giggled but gasped as you felt pressure on your clit.

“I’m not the girl here Darlin’.” He drawled and rubbed your clit harder before stopping and taking his fingers back up. You weren’t sure if you would remember this in the morning but neither of you cared at the moment. You just wanted to fuck each others brains out. Daryl stood up and took his boxers off, slipping a condom on his rock hard member. You felt yourself getting wetter by just seeing his member, ready to be embraced by you. You stripped your panties and he came to you, not even warning you, just slamming inside you, making you scream out loud. He let you adjust and started grinding his hips carefully, making him grunt and you moan in pleasure. The sounds filling the house, the air growing hot and the alcohol pumping through your veins giving adrenaline.

“Faster… Daryl, oh my God!” You yelled and bucked your hips up to meet his and he did what you said and went maybe a little too fast. He started ramming into you and put a thumb on your clit, feeling your walls tighten around him.

“Jesus Christ, how has nobody fucked you this whole time? You’re so damn tight!” He hissed through gritted teeth and rammed one more time, making both of you explode, orgasming the hardest you ever had, even before the apocalypse. Daryl laid down next to you and you both fell asleep soon due to both of you being ridiculously exhausted.

You woke up to the sun shining into your eyes, sending shooting pains into your head, causing you to wince in pain, and you were about to get up when you felt a figure pressing against your back. Your head was throbbing really badly and you felt nauseous all over. As you put two and two together, you reminisced about the previous night. You and Daryl… oh shit. Oh… God! Why did you let yourself get so drunk!?

shit, he’s never going to look at me the same again!’ You thought.

You turned over and gently nudged Daryl in an attempt to wake him up. He grumbled as he opened his eyes, clearly not wanting to be disturbed. It only took a few seconds before the pain washed over him and he too remembered the events of the night before.

“Ugh, I feel like shit,” Daryl complained, burying his head into your pillows. “Sorry about last night.”

“Why? I had fun.” You smiled sheepishly, causing Daryl to look up at you.

“You did?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Me too.” Daryl smirked a little and took hold of your hand.

“You’re not in any kind of rush to leave, are you?” You asked, your voice dripping with hope.

Daryl pressed a sudden kiss to your lips that answered your question for him. You were slightly taken aback at first, but it didn’t take you long to welcome it.

“I’ll take that as a no.” You giggled and the two of you spent the rest of the day in bed, holding each other and desperately attempting to get rid of the pain of your hangovers.

Waking up after a drunken hook up with your best friend Harry

Or when your roommate Niall endlessly makes fun of you for hooking up with Harry while you freak out…

You roll over and immediately groan at the mounting pain in your head. Why the fuck did you drink all that last night? You open one eye, the other barely opens from the gobs of mascara you forgot to wash off the night before.

The phone next to you lights up with a notification, grabbing for it, you notice the time and groan again. You never get a good night’s sleep after drinking heavily, you’re dehydrated body woke you up at 6 a.m.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a supercat and sanvers fic about the Danvers sisters both introducing their girlfriends to each other and to each other's girlfriends?

“Well,” Alex took a deep breath, forcing a smile. “This is a really nice restaurant.”

She tried not to let her eyes glaze over as she read the menu, kicking Maggie under the table at the astronomical prices.

“Cat brought me here a long time ago,” Kara blushed. “Before we started dating. It’s my favorite place.”

“Really?” Alex scoffed. “That’s news to me. Since when are you a fan of ‘foie gras and gooseberry jam on toast?’”

“Since I realized there’s more to life than take out,” Kara glared cheerfully.

“Not that we’ve eliminated pizza and potstickers from our diets completely,” Cat interjected. “Or cheeseburgers for that matter.”

“It’s a little hard to imagine you liking any of those things,” Alex bristled.

“Is it?” Cat smirked, maintaining her promise to take the high road as best she could. “Well, Agent Danvers, there’s plenty you don’t know about me. Yet.”

“So,” Maggie chimed in, grabbing Alex’s hand, plopping it down on the table as she flashed her brightest, most conciliatory smile. “How are things over at chez Grant? Still in the honeymoon phase?”

“I think so,” Kara beamed, nuzzling a little against Cat’s shoulder.

“So awesome,” the detective continued. “You know, I might be setting myself up to sleep on the couch for saying this, but…I think you two are way hot together.”

Maggie,” Alex groaned.

“Thanks,” Kara laughed, hiding behind her menu. “That means a lot, honestly.”

“Yes,” Cat mused, sipping her wine. “And it isn’t untrue.”

“Seriously,” Maggie gushed. “To be honest, I’ve had a crush on you since your primetime TV days. I know that’s like, way dorky to say, but…you’re kind of an inspiration.”

Awkward,” Alex hummed, tapping her foot as she stared up at the ceiling.

“What?” Maggie threw up her hands. “Every lesbian I’ve ever known has had a crush on Cat Grant. It’s no secret.”

“I didn’t,” Alex confirmed.

“Well, maybe that’s because you were buried so deep in the closet you were in danger of getting stuck back there,” she joked.

“Hey,” the redhead warned. “Not funny.”

“It’s kind of funny,” Kara giggled.

“Sorry,” Maggie apologized to Cat. “I didn’t mean to make it weird.”

“Oh please,” the older woman brushed her off. “I’m flattered, though had I known such a fan club existed, perhaps I would have made a bigger splash of coming out myself. I could have bumped Ellen Degeneres off her gay throne.”

“How are you not a fan of Ellen?” Kara almost choked.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t,” Cat clarified. “But I’m never one to shy away from healthy competition.”

She cast a playful glare at Alex, who was sitting back in her chair, doing her best to look like she wasn’t sulking.

“Ladies,” the waiter approached. “Are we ready to order?”

“I think I need a minute,” Maggie confessed.

“That’s fine,” he turned towards the other side of the table. “Why don’t we let mom go first?”

All the sound felt like it had been sucked from the room. Each of them froze. The silence seemed to go on for minutes, light years, ticking away painfully. Alex watched her sister, cheeks aflame as she gently wrapped her fingers around Cat’s wrist, tracing them there supportively.

“Actually,” Alex cleared her throat. “Her girlfriend isn’t ready, so if you could give us a few minutes that would be great.”

“Oh,” he started. “Um…yes, I…sorry. I’ll just…be back.”

They all watched as he shuffled away, tail between his legs. No one spoke again for some time, the silence threatening to swallow up the table right in front of them.

“Fuck that guy,” Maggie finally breathed.

“He’s new,” Cat sighed, waving off the remark. “Clearly he won’t last. The service here is typically impeccable.”

“I’m so sorry you have to deal with that,” Maggie looked back and forth between them sweetly. “Has it…I mean…”

“A few times,” Kara shared. “We try to laugh about it, honestly, it’s just…people and their assumptions…”

“It’s bullshit,” Alex cut in, eyes falling once again to Cat as she swallowed. “I’m sorry, too.”

“No need,” Cat sat up straighter, the corners of her lips betraying just how thankful she was for the elder Danvers sister coming to her defense. “Though I do think we should order another bottle of wine, don’t you?”

“Definitely,” Alex agreed.

Kara couldn’t help but smile, sharing a look with Maggie, whose dimples were in full bloom. She planted a quick kiss on Alex’s cheek before returning her attention to the menu.

Across the Divide

TITLE: Across The Divide

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Three

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki sneaking out of the palace as a youth to see the city and countryside, while out one day, he accidentally gets in trouble for something, but a young girl deals with the situation, allowing him to be left alone and his true identity be kept secret. She is a poor girl who is only in the city to sell goods with her father, so she does not realise it is Loki, even though she sees his face. They form a friendship as she shows him around the city, and tells him the date she comes to the city every month for a particular market.

RATING: Teen and Up 

Ariella stood at the door of her home, she thought at most, the bag was going to contain a piece of silver or two, at most, and a few bronzes, but it was all silver, she looked at them all, there was at least ten, but to her shame, she could not count any higher. She only knew to ten by fluke from listening to people. How could she ever explain that to her father and mother how he ever came to possess them. She thought of how he had acted in front of Fandral, she was embarrassed, certain the young high-born would never want to see her again because of his behaviour.

“Where are you?” She turned around and closed the door, both of her parents glaring at her. “Get your head out of the clouds girl.”

“Sorry, mother.” She looked to the floor.

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Imagine your son watching his daddy, Chris, on TV.

A/N: Helloooooooo, I’m back with the mini series! The last mini left us with Chris and the reader having an adorable little boy; Jackson River Evans. This continues on from there, just a bunch of fics that show their daily adventures that come with parenthood. Hope you enjoy it. X (Here is the mini-series ‘Masterlist’, I’ll link it as soon as I get home.)

It was 11:25PM in the Evans household, after a long day of running errands with your very talkative and excitable son, one would think that you and Chris would be fast asleep. But instead, the two of you were sat on the floor of your living room surrounded by wrapping paper, ribbons, and a buttload of different toys, books, and clothes for your son’s second birthday tomorrow.

You’d planned to start wrapping around 8:30PM- Jack’s bedtime- but as always, neither of you could leave his side until he fell asleep which was three and a half stories later at 9:48PM. What made things worst was that he knew it was his birthday tomorrow and that his parents were staying up to wrap his presents and prepare for his party; the questions he tackled both of you with made for good laughs and weary head shakes.

“Do you want some coffee?” Chris chuckled when another yawn escaped you; you shook your head. “What about Gummi Bears?” You shook your head again. “What about both?” He suggested, smiling when you bit back your smile.

“No, I’m good.” You told him as you returned your attention to the half wrapped ‘Dancing Elmo’ in front of you. “I can’t have caffeine or sugar now, if I do then- I’m going to be up all night.” Chris raised an eyebrow, his facials saying “isn’t that what we want?” You chuckled, “are you that tired that you’ve forgotten what happened the last time I tried to stay up with the help of coffee and Gummi Bears?”

His eyes narrowed slightly as he thought back, it didn’t take long for realization to sweep over his face. “Ah, yes.” He chuckled, nodding. “I believe I called it The Rise and Fall of Y/N.” You nodded with pursed lips. “I honestly thought you broke that day, was going to call Kevin and Robert to set me up with another girl.” You rolled your eyes. “Preferably one that doesn’t go on a caffeine and sugar high so she can pull an all nighter on her script, only to talk my ear off with her random epiphanies instead.”

“Jerk,” you tossed a toddler size version of Chris’ favorite pair of shoes at him. It hit him in the chest and landed in his lap, but he was too busy bellowing with laughter to bother retaliating. “Shut up,” you laughed softly, throwing the other shoe at him. “You’re going to wake Jack up.”

“Okay okay,” he softened his laughter, wiping away the tears that had formed in the corner of his eyes. “Hey, these are cute.” He said when he picked the shoes up off his lap. “They look exactly like mine, how did you-” He looked up at you and you smirked, shrugging. “You’re going to make him so happy.”

“I know,” you smiled. “He keeps asking me to put your shoes aside for him so he can wear them when he’s older, he gets so mad when he sees you wearing them because he thinks they’re his now. He keeps telling me that you’re wearing them out.”

“Trust me, I know,” he chuckled. “He gets so passive-aggressive every time I have those shoes on. Like the other day, he told me my feet are too big for those beautiful shoes.” You both laughed at that. “And just today, I found him hiding them under his bed. Honestly,” he shook his head, smiling, “that boy is an odd one.”

“Children are a reflection of their parents,” you teased.

“Yeah, I know,” he nodded then smirked as he said, “have you met his mom?”

“I’m running out of soft things to throw at you,” you threw a Mickey Mouse plush ball at him. “Can we get back to it now?” You asked, beckoning at the pile of unwrapped gifts; you were starting to regret offering your wrapping services to your family and friends who were out of town and couldn’t make it. “We’re going to need at least some sleep if we want to get through a two year old’s birthday party tomorrow.”

“Yeah, okay.”

The both of you returned to wrapping and a comfortable silence filled the air. It wasn’t until you got through your fifth gift, and Chris his fourth that you both realized there were sounds coming from upstairs. You glanced behind you then turned back to Chris whose narrowed eyes were looking at the archway leading to the hallway where the stairs were.

“Did you leave the TV on upstairs?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I haven’t been upstairs since-”

“Jack,” you both concluded in unison, heaving a heavy sigh.

Chris made his way upstairs with you right on his heel. The closer you got to your bedroom, the louder the TV got. Chris looked over his shoulder at you, mouthing “is that?” You nodded, chuckling when you realized Jack was watching one of his father’s old interviews with Jimmy Fallon. You both poked your head into the room and saw Jack snugged in the middle of your bed with Dodger under his tiny arm. He was always so mesmerized by his dad, or you, being on TV that he’d fail to notice all else, like the two of you in the doorway.

“Bud,” Chris called and Jack flinched, “what are you doing out of bed?”

“I’m not out of bed,” he gestured to the fact that he was in your bed, grinning cheekily.

“Let’s rephrase,” you stepped in, chuckling, “what are you doing out of your bed?”

“Well, I…” he trailed off, turning his attention back to the TV because he didn’t want to miss a second of his dad.

You and Chris shared a weary look then shrugged and joined Jack in your king sized bed, each on either side of him. Dodger shuffled, moving to rest his head on your lap. You smiled and stroked his side, leaning down to whisper into his floppy ear “thanks for looking after of our little handful, sweetheart.”

“Shhh,” Jack pressed his tiny finger to his lips.

“Oh, please.” You chuckled. “Like my whispering-”

“Seriously, shh,” Chris shushed you too, pointing to the TV. “You’ll want to listen to this part, it’s super sweet.” A smug smirk formed on his lips because you’d already seen it before and you already knew it was super sweet. “It’s about his wife and kid.”

“And I’m the kid!” Jack gasped excitedly and climbed out of the covers so he could crawl closer to the TV. You were about to reach and catch him when Chris got to him first; the last thing you needed was your son ruining his eyes like you did as a child.

“You’re not going any closer to the TV, bud.” Chris murmured into his soft locks. “The last thing we need is you wearing glasses too.” Jack still tried to wiggle out of his dad’s strong grip and Chris frowned. “Jack, stop,” he spoke in a firmer tone and Jack immediately stilled. “Either sit here with me or go to bed.”

“I’ll sit here with you,” Jack nodded, leaning back against his dad’s chest.

“Not bad,” you mouthed, smiling at Chris who was tipping his imaginary hat; he was getting a lot better at controlling Jack. Usually Jack would just ignore Chris and continue his defiance until you stepped in and dropped the hammer, but not so much anymore. You turned your attention back to the TV when you heard your name.

“I believe congratulations are in order, you and Y/N are now parents to an adorable boy.” Jimmy said and the audience cheered; Chris smiled as a photo of you carrying Jack, who was only eight months then, popped up on the screen behind him.

“That’s me,” Jack giggled excitedly; both you and Chris chuckled.

“Jack, right?” Jimmy asked and Chris nodded. “He is a beautiful baby.”

“Thank you,” Chris smiled. “Yeah, he is a real looker. His smile just lights up the room and his eyes are bluer than mine,” he chuckled softly. “But I mean-” he glanced back at the photo, his smile growing even wider. “I didn’t really expect anything less. Look at his mom, she’s beautiful and perfect and- he’s just a splitting image of her.”

The interview touched your heart like it did the first time, you smiled and reached over Jack to press your hand against your husband’s face. He smiled and turned his head, kissing the palm of your hand. You pulled your hand away and returned your attention to the TV.

“It must be very hard for you to be away from home at the moment,” Jimmy said and Chris nodded, pouting adorably. “And how is Y/N handling Jack on her own? She’s always said that between the two of you, you’re better with kids.”

“That’s-” Chris chuckled. “No, Y/N is fantastic with children. She just says she’s not because she’s overly modest and she likes her 'I-don’t-want-kids’ reputation, but honestly- if you see her with kids, you can tell that she is nothing like she portrays herself to be. She is just the sweetest, kindest, most gentle person when she’s around kids. Well,” he chuckled, “the good ones anyway.”

“And Jack’s one of the good ones, right?”

“Definitely,” Chris nodded, smiling. “I was FaceTiming with Y/N yesterday and she’s been telling me all about how he just sleeps through the night and eats whatever she gives him. He’s a very easy baby, like she hasn’t even had to call our moms for backup yet.”

“I’m sure you must be very excited to get back home to them,” Jimmy put another photo up on the screen behind Chris; it was one of the three of you and Dodger that Chris tweeted out for Mother’s Day. The whole audience awwwed at the photo, making Chris smile. “I mean- that is a sweet family waiting for you.”

“Yeah, and I’m counting down the days till I see them,” Chris admitted with a soft chuckle. “Only a couple months of press left and then I’m back in Boston for a long break until the next part premieres. But by then, Jack should be old enough to fly so they can come out and visit me while I’m doing press around the world.”

Jimmy smiled, “once again, congratulations. If you’re watching this, Y/N, Jack is beautiful and I am so happy for you guys. The first part of Avengers Infinity War is out in cinemas now, be sure to watch it. Chris Evans, everyone!”

You expected Jack to clap and when he didn’t, you looked over to find him fast asleep in his dad’s arms. “I guess he woke up and just wanted us to keep him company until he fell asleep again,” Chris whispered and you smiled. “I’m going to go put him to bed.” You nodded and yawned as he rose to his feet with Jack in his arms. “And you should go to sleep too, I’ll finish up downstairs.”

“We’re a team,” you told him and rose to your feet, following him with a hand on his lower back. “I don’t sleep until you sleep.” Chris smiled and wrapped one arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as the two of you made your way to Jack’s room.

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