how does one get over your face

i like thinking about little things lucretia didn’t think to erase.

Julia asks how Magnus celebrated Candlenights as a kid, and he says, “Actually I’m surprised it’s apparently so universal, because I’d never heard of it before I came to Raven’s Roost!” And he says the name of a holiday Julia doesn’t recognize, and she asks where on earth he’s from. He can name his street, but for some reason, not his city.

Taako’s trying to prepare the ingredients for a meal on his show. He’s arguing with a salesman. I’m Taako from TV, he says, you can show me the secret merch. And the salesman says, sir, I told you I don’t know what the fuck cheese is, please leave.

Davenport remembers his birthday but he never brings it to attention. He doesn’t like to. He feels like he lost something important the last time it mattered, so he decides it doesn’t really matter. He’s content with his job and with the friendly cards lucretia writes every year, just 2 days off the mark (he never corrects her).

The first time Merle sees Taako in the tavern, he thinks, this guy’s got the face of a magic user. And when said wizard turns a table to beef, he feels less smug than he usually does when he gets something right. It just feels obvious.

Lucretia talks with Merle over ginkgo tea one evening. He tells her it always surprises him how authoritative she is, because she comes off as a really reserved person. “And– I don’t mean that just ‘cause you’re a woman! It’s something about your face, I think.” Lucretia assures him that no, she gets that a lot. (She’s never been told that by anyone from this world.)

anonymous asked:

is your house fully upgraded? ive never kept enough money for a crown in my life. basically just how tf do you get so much money i go to the island every night

one time i was like “hey does anyone have a toilet” on my blog and someone came over to my town with the intent to give me a toilet and then they left like 15 million bells on the ground and left.

they didnt give me the toilet though which i was kinda bitter about, but i’ve gotten a toilet since then so im over it.

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WHAT IS UP yALL

so i got this idea that derry was the upside down of hawinks and someone told me to write it, so here i am.

however, my wonderful co-writer and beta @richiewheeler helped me out A TON and she’s gonna be helping me write this whole fic so pls give her some love as well pls and thx

i hope you guys like it! we are SUPER DUPER proud of it 

without further ado, here is my stranger things/it crossover


summary: a stranger things/it crossover fic 

pairings: reddie def, and lots of others to be determined

words: 1991




Will Byers always had to ride his bike home at night, it seemed. Mike’s Dungeons and Dragons games managed to always run way longer than the group had anticipated, usually, 10 hours was a normal time frame for them. School nights always ruined the flow of it, sure, but Will’s team always won. Sometimes he wondered if Mike let them win, or, perhaps, it was just luck.

His older brother Jonathan was working a late shift, as was their mother, which was a common occurrence. He didn’t mind riding his bike so late, he’d gotten used to it. Nothing happened in Hawkins, so it was almost therapeutic. The sound of his bike wheels thumping against the pavement and crickets that chirped in the darkness.

Mirkwood, a street so familiar to him he could almost see it just as he would in the day, stretched in front of him. Since it was only a fall Sunday, there was no one there. He hummed to himself and looked through the woods of Hawkins Forest. He’s almost home.

Will looked back at the road, and saw a tall figure standing right in the middle of the street. Yelping, he slammed on his breaks, nearly falling off the front of his bike as he skids to a stop.

It was a clown, with wild red hair and a pristine costume. If it were Halloween, Will would’ve been impressed. But the autumn holiday was last month and this didn’t seem like a costume. It was too real as if the face paint wasn’t actually paint at all.

“Hey there, Will. Where are you off to?” The clown spoke, his words causing Will to physically shiver in fear.

His mother’s warnings of don’t talk to strangers rattled in his head, so he just swallowed and wanted to leave it there. But he had to know.

“How did you know my name?” Will asked, his voice sounding scared to his own ears. He wished he could be stronger about it, but he wasn’t.

“I’m a friend of your dad’s,” The clown said. “He tells me all about you, Will.”

He hated the way this guy said his name, and he knew his dad didn’t say many positive things about him. He changed the subject, “Why the clown outfit?”
“Well, I’m Pennywise the Dancing Clown,” The Clown- Pennywise- said, grinning. In the light of the moon, his eyes shined bright and his teeth looked so sharp. “I was just at a party, and I thought I’d take Mirkwood home.”

Will smiled awkwardly a little, “We call this street Mirkwood too.” He didn’t know why he continued to talk to strange man in a clown costume. He almost felt compelled to stay.

“I know,” Pennywise said. Something in Will’s stomach twisted and his fingers clutched the handles of his bike until his knuckles went white.

“My mom’s expecting me home,” Will started to excuse himself, but Pennywise frowned. That frown sent a wave of discomfort through his small frame. A frown like that wasn’t normal. It was far too sinister, too off to be ordinary. The clown tilted his head a bit, his hair staying in the perfect “windblown” shape it had been in. That wasn’t normal either. His eyes, Will noticed, were a bright orange color. Number three on the ‘not normal’ list about this guy. One was lopsided as if he had a lazy eye. One concentrated on Will’s figure, the other looming off slightly to the right of him. Number four, check.

“Let me show you something first.” The clown spoke slowly as if he was trying to be friendlier, more convincing. Will felt as if he didn’t have much of a choice. The man blocked his way regardless, so he stayed put and kept his mouth shut.

The clown smiled once more. His face suddenly contorted, his head snapping to the side violently at a 90-degree angle. That’s when Will realized it was no longer a person. This thing wasn’t human, it never was, to begin with. Will watched in horror as this thing transformed into a large-scale version of the Demogorgon, one of the many pieces in Mike’s Dungeons and Dragons campaign from today. He was terrified, slowly backing up with his bike in a vain attempt to separate himself from this monster as much as he could. Will glanced around him quickly, seeing if he had a possible escape route. He didn’t.

When he glanced back at the monster, it started to advance. With no choice, Will threw his bike down and ran down the street, the thumps growing louder behind him. The last thing he heard was his own terrified scream before he hit the pavement and his vision clouded black.


In a town closer than they thought, Georgie Denbrough bounced beside his brother, Bill, as he made a paper sailboat as a storm crossed through Derry.

This was a tradition they had when it rained, seeing how fast one boat could go in the pouring rain. Georgie liked that even though Bill was sick, he was still gonna let him play. It wouldn’t be the same without him, but they both agreed that tradition was important. They couldn’t miss an opportunity.

“S-she’s all ready, Captain,” Bill said, coughing a little. Georgie nodded vibrantly and took the boat in his hands. Slightly sticky to the touch, he knew how much work his big brother put into it and made sure he handled ‘her’ carefully.

“D-don’t forget your g-galoshes,” Bill reminded as Georgie nearly raced out the door. “M-mom will k-kill you.”

Georgie made a face but nodded once more. When he ran down the stairs to the mudroom, he pulled on the dark green boots that chafed against his ankles.

He ran outside and Georgie turned, waving up to Bill’s window, showing off how well the boat was maintaining its structure in the downpour. Bill waved back at him, so he took that as his signal to start his boat’s journey. The static hum of the walkie-talkie in Georgie’s pocket made him smile, knowing Bill was sorta there with him.

“Be careful.” His brother’s voice crackled and Georgie was off. He placed the boat down near the street curb, watching with glee as it raced down the road following the direction of the water flow.

He tried being careful, he really did, but it was too easy for him to get distracted. Georgie wasn’t too surprised when he smacked into the orange sign, coincidentally at the perfect height to hit his head on. He didn’t want to lose the boat so he tried to keep up, but he cried out in horror as it fell down the sewer drain.

“Bill’s gonna kill me,” He moaned, disappointed in himself. He kneeled down and tried to see if it had caught on something. But instead of seeing the boat, he saw a kid.

Georgie yelped and fell backward, landing on his butt. Even to a little kid like himself, it was a little odd to see someone in a storm drain. The kid in the drain smiled meekly, holding up Georgie’s boat. He had brown hair, that was wet and flat due to the rain. His outfit consisted of a vest with a flannel underneath and a pair of jeans from what Georgie could see, but it was dark in the drain.

“Hey, Georgie, is it?” He asked, looking down at the paper boat. A drop of water landed on the ‘S. S. Georgie’ Bill had written on it, smearing the ink a bit.

Georgie nodded slowly, a little thrown off by his question but answered anyway. “Yeah, that’s me!”

The kid smiled. “Hey, I’m Will Byers. Nice to meet you.”

Georgie smiled back at him. “How did you get in there?” He asked, “Are you stuck?”

Will nodded solemnly, before his expression changed. If people got lightbulbs over their heads like in the cartoons, there would’ve been one above Will’s head. “If you help me out, I can give you your boat back! How does that sound? You can help a new pal out.”

The small Denbrough contemplated it for a second, before agreeing.

Will grinned. “Grab my hand.” He spoke, reaching his hand upwards towards the opening in the drain.

As Georgie reached down, Will’s face changed drastically. It contorted into something sinister, multiple rows of teeth baring in a mere instant.

His scream of agony could be heard all the way down the road but by the time anyone had checked, Georgie Denbrough was gone. The only evidence of that he was ever there was red water slowly flowing into the storm drain.

But no adult nearby saw it.


Will woke up with what he thought was the start of a migraine after the worst nightmare he’d ever experienced. A goddamn clown accosted him when he was just trying to get home. He just wanted to eat Jonathan’s breakfast and see his friends at school. He wanted to hug his mom and have her tell him the nightmare clown couldn’t get to him again until he believed her.

But instead of smelling pancakes and nearly burnt eggs, all it smelled like was like stagnant water and blood.

Will’s eyes snapped open, and all he saw was gray. He pushed up onto his palms and looked around.

He wasn’t in his room, safe in his bed under the covers and dry. Instead, he was in a wide, circular room covered in trash, soaking wet. How long was he asleep? Did he get knocked out?

Something dripped on his shoulder, and he looked up to see a trash pile that nearly skirted the tall ceiling. But more astonishingly, bodies floated. They floated around the room like limp rag dolls that Mike’s sister Holly played with. And they were all upside down.

A sound of squelching caused Will to look to his right, only to come face to face with the same clown that he saw on the street.

As if it wasn’t terrifying before, its clown face was now smothered in blood. It grinned, and the crimson-stained teeth looked even sharper than he remembered.

In its long, twisted fingers, it held an arm with a chunk taken out of it. In that quick glance, he could see blood and muscles and bone.

Will screamed and scrambled backward, a sharp pain in his side as his heart nearly beat out of his chest. How was this real? How was none of that a dream?

No. This is still a dream. This isn’t real, Will focused on convincing himself. He scrunched his eyes shut and dug his nails into his palms.

“Not real, Willie?” The clown’s scratchy voice said, sounding so close. But he refused to open his eyes. “Do you want to see a dream?”

He screamed and his eyes flung open. The clown grabbed him by the throat and leaned in close. Its breath was rancid like the trash that littered around them. It drooled blood and saliva all over him as he squirmed in a vain attempt to escape the clown’s death grip on him.

“I’ll show you a goddamn nightmare.”


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a nice morning | sweet pea

Originally posted by riverdales-daily

a Sweet Pea x Reader imagine 

summary: reader and Sweet Pea wake up to a nice morning, when something goes terribly wrong. 

warnings: cursing, that’s mostly it. this might be more than one part, just depending on the feedback I get, and whether you guys want more. also this is my first time ever writing for Tumblr, and doing an imagine, so I’m sorry if it sucks. 

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always an us.

Originally posted by aubamevang


pairing: derek hale x reader

prompt: derek screws up so you leave and find a FWB. derek shows up to show you who you really belong to.

warnings: SMUTTY AS FUCK. swearing. ass-play. dom/daddy derek

the constant sound of a pen scribbling on paper was starting to get on your nerves. derek sat on the far end of the table with his face buried in his notes as he looked over the book in front of him like he had been all day.

you couldn’t help but stare at him, you didn’t know if you were secretly admiring him or if you wanted to strangle him, either way you were glaring holes into the side of his face.

“why are you staring?” derek asked, looking up at you, his bright green eyes burning into you.

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in celebration of hitting my next hundred, and of turning twenty five, i’ve compiled a list of eighty five who in your otp? questions that you can find under the cut. i got most of these from my best friend and i throwing these questions back and forth to help inspire our ship muse, so i help it helps you too! pls give a like or reblog if you found this helpful at all!

who in your otp:

  • drives when they go on road trips? do they switch at the halfway point? does one drive there and the other drive back?
  • looks over the menu for fifteen minutes before ordering the same thing they order EVERYWHERE they go? does the other half of your ship get annoyed by this, or do they find it endearing?
  • is more likely to get arrested?
  • is afraid of rollercoasters? does the other half of your ship try and convince them to face the fear, or do they take a softer approach and not push them at all?
  • shows up at home with a dog unannounced despite the fact they’ve already got three/four/however many pets?
  • demands that they do date night? does the other person complain or do they go with it just to see the excited look on their partners face?

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“The Art of Being Brave” Carl Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 3,311

Carl Grimes x Reader

Summary: You and Carl have always had feelings for each other. These feelings have been left unsolved, until one night when the tension begins to be too much.

Warnings: Mentions of death, language, fluff, smut, unprotected sex (please don’t do this), loss of virginity


Having a devastatingly handsome guy as your best friend is probably the hardest thing in the world. Especially when you live in the same house together, and you’re around each other twenty four seven.

When you two had first met at the prison, you didn’t think he liked you. If you’re being honest, you actually thought he hated you. He would avoid you every time you tried to strike up a conversation with him, only saying a few words before he would just walk away.

Eventually you got him to open up to you, and he admitted that he was just nervous about being around a girl his age. He hadn’t had very many experiences with girls since the outbreak began. This turned into a beautiful friendship between you two, and now you’re staying together in the same house in Alexandria.

You know he has feelings for you, or at least he used to (there was an incident when you first arrived in Alexandria involving alcohol in which he admitted his feelings… yeah), but lately you weren’t sure. He’s been spending more and more time with Enid, and you’re starting to think he has feelings for her. You’re somewhat jealous, you’ll admit- you like Carl a lot, and you want him for yourself. But, of course, you’re too afraid to tell him how you feel. Which only makes you more frustrated, because you desperately want Carl. In more ways than one.

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FRIENDS, LOVERS OR NOTHING

Words: 2k398

Paring: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: ⚤ - s m u t  |  ☁ - f l u f f

Description: He was your best friend, but life wanted you two to be more than that.

Warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, oral sex, fingerling, curse words, dom!jungkook and sub!reader.

A/N: Well… it has been a long time since the last smut I wrote, so I really hope you enjoy it.


M A S T E R L I S T   |   A S K   |   P A R T  1   |   P A R T  2   |   P A R T  3

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anonymous asked:

Eggsy x reader. Writers choice. But could you make it really fluffy

“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”


Warnings: Cursing

A/N’s: I’m so sorry that this took so long! I just didn’t feel as inspired for this one, so I hope that it isn’t terrible.


It’s already mid morning when you wake up in an unfamiliar room. Your sleep dazed mind takes a moment or two to register why you’re not in your own bed, but once it finally does a small, sleepy grin makes its way onto your face as the events of the night before play back through your head. You can hear someone moving around outside of the bedroom and start to get out of bed so that you can greet them. The cold floor underneath your bare feet almost makes you gasp but you do your best to ignore it as you follow the sounds towards the kitchen. The sight you are greeted with only causes the smile on your face to grow further.

Eggsy is standing in his kitchen, back facing you and a spatula in his hand as he tries and fails to flip a pancake. You can’t help but let a little giggle slip out as you watch him try so hard to cook breakfast. When he hears you Eggsy turns around and sends you a shy smile, before saying, quite sheepishly, “I figured I would try to make us breakfast, but um as you can see cooking isn’t exactly something I’m good at.”

You watch as he turns back to the stove and tries once again to flip the pancake, succeeding this time, though in the process he manages to burn his hand on the pan. You step forward just as you hear him mumble ‘fuck’ under his breath at his burned hand, “Love, let me try. I wouldn’t want you getting any more hurt than you already have,” you suggest, sending him a playful grin.

A blush spreads up his neck and cheeks, but none the less he nods his head at you, looking pretty thankful for the help, before passing you the spatula and stepping to the side. As you start to pour some batter into the hot pan, you notice him staring at you and when you look down at yourself, you realize why. You were still only wearing a faded navy green sweater of his from the night before and the only things covering your bottom half are the end of his sweater – which thankfully is quite large on you- and your underwear. It is now you blushing instead of him and this causes Eggsy to chuckle and place a kiss on your cheek.

While you finish making the pancakes he pulls down plates for the two of you and starts to dish up the eggs that he had already finished cooking before you had woken up and makes sure to point out that he is at least capable of cooking eggs and you joke back, telling him, “Well if you couldn’t I think you would have to find a new nickname, now wouldn’t you.”

You two go back and forth like this for a few more minutes, just allowing yourselves to feel at ease in each other’s presence. Just as you are finishing up with the pancakes, Eggsy remembers the coffee he had made earlier and pours some in a mug for you and then he makes it just the way you like it, which causes butterflies to start flying around in your stomach at the realization that he remembers something so tiny like this about you. But, before you can get too wrapped up in this thought, you finish the cooking the last of the batter and he hands you a plate.

You both grab some of the food and walk towards the small table in corner of the room, were he pulls out the chair for you. A conversation starts easily between the two of you again once you have sat down, but part way through eating, Eggsy suddenly seems distracted, just staring at you from across the table with a goofy look on his face. You start to become worried that you had done something wrong, so you ask, “Is everything ok?”

He hesitates for a moment before answering, as if he isn’t sure about whether or not saying what is going through his mind is a good idea, but after a few moments he answers you, “Everything’s perfect. It’s just that I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast in my sweater.”

The answer sends even more butterflies through your stomach and you reach your hand across the table to grab his and intertwine your fingers.

“Neither can I, honestly, though I don’t think that I could be any happier about it.”


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Salvatore Sister

Imagine~ The first time Kai sees you and he’s already completely infatuated with you. 

Word Count: 1358 

“Someones here.” Damon groaned, interrupting the conversation between your brothers. You were the youngest of the Salvatores; you were Damon and Stefan’s little sister so when they turned they turned you as well; just so they wouldn’t leave you. 

You listened out hearing footsteps approaching the front door, and on cue three large knocks echoed through the boarding house. 

Damon stood up from his seat, approaching the door whilst you resumed your conversation with Stefan. 

“Why are you here?” you heard Damon say coldly making you and Stefan both spin around to see who the visitor was. 

A young man, around 22 was standing in the doorway. He had messy dark brown hair, scruff travelling down to his neck and a fairly built physique. 

“I was bored.” he said plainly as he strolled into the home, not noticing you or your brother. 

“Well you need to leave, like now.” Damon said in an attempt to distract Kai from seeing you. 

Both of your brothers were very protective of you and never roped you into any of the drama, so when their current enemy was standing in the house you lived in they became nervous. Most people didn’t even know you existed; only people who’d met you did, never anyone who could hurt you. 

“Why? Are you hiding something from me because we both know that isn’t a good idea.” the boy chuckled as he barged past Damon. 

You and Stefan were still sitting on the couch, watching the two men bicker. 

As soon as Kai barged past Damon his eyes landed on you, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. You gave him a small smile, unsure what to do. 

“No need to stare, I know I’m perfect.” Stefan said jokingly, making you erupt in giggles. Kai’s eyes brightened when he heard your giggle, but he was still stuck in his position; his jaw still hung open. 

“U-um Hi I-I’m Kai.” he stuttered as he began to regain his composure. 

“Y/N. Pleasure to meet you.” you smiled, still giggling slightly from Stefan’s comment. 

“Oh god. Please don’t tell me you like her.” Damon groaned as he slowly closed the door behind him. 

“Yeah, better not because she’s already got a boyfriend.” Stefan said looking over to you making you give him a look because you both knew you were single. “Me.” he said. 

It took everything with you to hold in your laughter as Stefan wrapped his arm around you, but you still had a large grin on your face; making it look you and Stefan were happy together. 

Damon snorted in the back, desperately trying to hold in his laughter whilst Stefan put a large smile on his face. 

The look on Kai’s face fell and his eyes filled with disappointment. “Oh, I thought you and Caroline were a thing.” Kai said sadly. 

You pretended to be surprised, as if Stefan had been cheating. “Um, who the hell is Caroline?” you said annoyed, imitating a jealous girlfriend. 

“She’s nobody. I promise.” he said as he grabbed you. Damon was using all of his will power to not burst out laughing at the two of you. 

But your will power wasn’t enough to stop your laughter,  when you saw the fake desperate look on Stefan’s face you couldn’t stop yourself from erupting in laughter. 

Kai’s face was washed with confusion, as he turned to Damon for answers because you and Stefan weren’t going to be giving any as you both in tears of laughter. 

But Damon was laughing just as hard as you were, leaving Kai standing in the middle of the room; completely out of the loop. 

After a while you began to regain composure and said “I’m Y/N, Y/N Salvatore.” You wiped the tears from under your eyes as the confusion in Kai’s face was replaced with relief. 

“I didn’t know they had a sister.” Kai said as he glanced between the three of you. 

“Not many people do, they’re very protective and even though I’m just as old as they are; they still act like I’m a porcelain doll.” you sighed, looking at your two brothers. 

Kai couldn’t keep his eyes off you, taking in every detail of your face. Making sure he didn’t miss a single feature. 

“So.. you’re single?” he asked, a small grin beginning to form. You could hear Stefan and Damon groaning in the background at the fact that their enemy right now was completely infatuated with their little sister. 

“Yes, I am in fact single.” you giggled, a light blush forming on your face. You could hear his heart thumping in his chest from your presence and his face was redder than yours was. 

“Thank god, because you’re like really pretty.” he mumbled earning a glare from Damon. 

“You’re not bad either.” you replied playfully making his heart skip a beat. 

“No, I don’t give permission or blessing or whatever it is.” Damon sighed, standing next to the two of you. “No, please. Don’t tell me you like him." 

It was at this point you realized that Damon could hear your heartbeat and how it was constantly skipping a beat as the boy in front of you threw compliments your way. 

You looked at Damon sternly before he pulled you aside taking you into the kitchen. "What was that for?” you asked rubbing the wrist Damon had grabbed. 

“I could feel your heart beating when he told you you were pretty. You’re not aloud to like him, he’s the enemy.” he whisper shouted, not wanting to draw unwanted attention. 

“Damon, please. I mean he’s really attractive and he’s sweet to me.” you said with pleading eyes; you wouldn’t usually do this with a boy but something seemed rebellious about the enemy liking you. And in all honestly you really liked it. 

“No, he’s not sweet. He’s the devil.” Damon said, clearly irritated. 

“Damon please, just give him a chance. And if he uses me at all I give you complete permission to tear him apart limb from limb.” you said, looking into his eyes in hopes he’ll break. 

“Fine. But if he hurts you or even lays a hand on you, I will end him. I don’t care what you say. Understood?” he said sternly. 

“Understood.” you said, your face beaming. 

You and Damon entered the living room to see Stefan and Kai standing in an awkward silence. “Took you long enough.” Stefan sighed looking at the lanky boy standing in front of him. 

“Okay, listen to me Parker. You get one chance with my little sister and if you hurt her in any way, shape or form; I will tear you apart. Understood?” Damon said, his speech for Kai almost identical to the one he gave you. 

“Understood.” Kai said beaming as he looked back over at you. “So how does lunch sound?" 

"Sounds great, let me grab my purse.” you smiled, as you turned around smiling at your brothers; both of their faces plastered with a disgusted look. 

“Don’t bother, I’ll pay.” Kai said politely, clearly trying to make a good impression to you. 

“You sure?” you said, halting in your tracks. 

“Anything for you.” he smiled, clearly head over heels for you. 

Kai had felt like he’d known you for ages even though you’d only met about 10 minutes ago. He’d never been one to believe in love at first sight but when he saw you he was completely love struck. In all honesty he still was. 

Damon gagged, looking over at Stefan who was mimicking the amount of disgust which was on his brothers face. 

“Okay then.” you said, a smile plastered on your face. “I’ll see you guys in a bit.” you said to your brothers as Kai approached you. 

“Remember, if you touch her I’ll rip you apart.” Damon shouted as you both began to leave. 

“Not too sure if I can stop myself from touching her.” Kai said lowly to the boys, a smirk plastered on his face leaving the two of them in absolute disgust.

B99 + Cooking Class AU: in which Kevin is a renowned but jaded food critic, who starts teaching a cooking class in an attempt to rediscover his love for food. 

Kevin had been chief food critic for The New York Times for over a decade, had published four best-selling cookbooks, and had appeared as a guest judge in hundreds of Iron Chef episodes. He had attained everything he once wanted as a culinary student (and more), yet he found himself unhappy; eating was no longer a joy, reviewing restaurants seemed like a chore, and appearing on TV felt unbearably fake. 

After a great deal of coaxing from his husband, he finally decides to take a sabbatical from the Times. He spends the first couple months of this break vacationing in Paris with Raymond and returns to New York considerably less burnt out. 

It takes another few weeks of soul searching, but he finally settles on starting a small beginner/intermediate cooking class for adults outside of the culinary arts field. (He isn’t quite ready to face pretentious aspiring professionals just yet, and he knows there’s a special sort of joy in helping someone make a perfect soft boiled egg for the first time.) 

The students of his class all sign up for different reasons:

  • Charles had been following Kevin’s career since his grandmother had given him a Times subscription for his twelfth birthday. 
  • Terry just wants to learn how to make healthy, delicious meals for his babies.
  • Amy’s convinced taking this class will help her get to know her boss, Kevin’s husband.  
  • Gina saw Kevin on Food Network once and is convinced this is her in for meeting celebrities. 
  • Jake had been dragged there by Gina and “wasn’t interested in this stupid cooking class at all” – until he saw Amy from outside the kitchen doors.
  •  No one knows why Rosa is there.

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Title: Into Focus
Character: Peter Parker
A/n: I really hope we get to see more of the photographer aspect of Peter’s character in later movies.

“Do you have any idea what you’d want for your birthday?” You asked Peter as the two of you made the usual walk home from school.

Peter shook his head. “I already told you that you really don’t have to get me anything, just make a card or something.”

“Don’t be so lame, of course I’m getting you a present,” You said, lightly elbowing him. “So, come on, help make my job easier.”

Peter made a zipping motion across his lips. “Nope.

•~•

“Ned, can you help me out with something?” You asked, balancing your phone between your jaw and shoulder as you scrolled through various shopping sites on your computer.

“Look, if it’s about the English homework, I don’t really get it much either.”

You chucked. “No, I got that done an hour ago. But I need help picking out a gift for Peter.”

“Oh, okay. What do you have down so far?”

You went through your short list of things you had bookmarked, all of which were met with noises of disagreeance.

“Eh, I’m not really liking any of them so far. What else do you have?”

You sighed, leaning foward to rest your head on your arms. “That’s all of it.”

“Well, looks like we have a lot of work to do before Pete’s birthday.”

Your head shot up. “You mean you’re gonna help me?”

“Of course,” Ned said, but after there was short pause. “But in return, you gotta send me the English homework.”

“Deal!”

•~•

With Peter’s birthday coming closer, you and Ned spent a lot of your free time trying to narrow down your options for a gift. The two of you had been on every shopping site known to man, but so far you only had a few things picked out, none of which that stood out to you.

“I wanna make this special, I finally have money of my own so I’m actually able to get him something nice.”

Ned glanced over his laptop screen to give you a look. “Oh okay, I get it now.”

“Get what?”

Ned’s smile got wider. “You know.”

“I really don’t.”

“You know..,” He said, waggling his eyebrows. “You having a thing for Peter.”

“Oh come on,” You said, going into full denial mode. “Seriously?”

“Eh, you can deny it all you want. But everyone else notices the doe eyes.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “I do not make doe eyes.”

“Maybe, but Peter does.”

What.

•~•

“Hey, do you wanna come over and hang out for a bit?” Peter said, showing up at your locker as you started to shove your things into your backpack. “I can order pizza.”

“Ah man, I would. But me and Ned have to do something.” You told him, trying to give him as little detail as possible.

“Oh, that’s okay. I can just tag along instead?”

“No!” You said, much too quickly. “I-I just mean, it’s kind of a me and him thing, y'know?”

Peter didn’t know, but he wasn’t about to tell you that. “Yeah, yeah. It’s fine, don’t even worry about it.”

“You’re a doll,” You told him, giving his shoulder a punch. “But we’ll hang out soon, okay?”

Peter didn’t even have time to reply before you took off down the hall.

That was incredibly weird, even for you.

But he was interested in what the two of you were doing. Most of the time, all of you hung out as a collective group. There was the off occasion when Peter would invite you over, but that was more because Aunt May liked having you over for dinner every now and then.

Peter just wasn’t under the impression that you and Ned were that close.


•~•

“So, are you free tonight to come over? Aunt May’s making in dinner and wanted me to ask you.” Peter said, once again at your locker after the school day ended.

Just as you were about to answer, Peter could see walking up from the opposite end of the hallway.

“Sorry, Pete. Ned and I are doing something.”

“Again?” Peter couldn’t help but feel a little irritated at this point. The two of you had been running off almost everyday for the past week, and each time he was left out of the circle. He’d try and work his way into tagging along, but you were dead set on Peter not being where you two went.

“Yeah, but I’ll stop by tomorrow, okay?” You said, giving him a smile before catching up with Ned.

Peter’s brows furrowed together. What were the two of you doing?

•~•

You looked proudly down at Peter’s present, you had spent the night trying to figure out how to wrap it in the most neat way possible. You had even gone out to buy some fancy ribbon to place around the whole thing.

It had taken some time, but you and Ned finally came up with the perfect idea for a gift for Peter, and you were quite happy with it.

Carefully placing the present into your bag, you left a small note on the kitchen counter for your parents to read so they knew where you’d gone.

You practically sprinted the whole way to Peter’s apartment complex, coming up to the door and knocking rapidly.

Peter was the one who answered, and you instantly pulled him into a hug. “Happy Birthday!”

You had caught him off guard, half because you actually showed up and the other half because of the sudden hug.

“Thank you,” He said with a laugh, returning it before showing you inside. “I’m surprised you made it.”

“Of course I’d make it, what do you mean?”

“Just like, the whole thing with running off with Ned, like every day for the past week.” Peter explained, trying to say it in the least bitter way possible.

“Oh no,” You said, reaching around to pull his gift from your bag. “He was just helping me pick this out for you.”

Peter slowly took it from you. “You didn’t have to.”

“Yeah, but I did,” You said, practically bouncing from excitement. “Open it!”

Peter laughed, starting to undo all the nice wrapping. “Oh wow,” He said quietly once he could see enough of the box to know what it was.

Peter looked up at with wide eyes. “Oh wow.” He said, flipping open the box and pulled out a camera.

You gave him a broad smile. “Do you like it?” You asked him, setting the box on the sofa while you moved to stand beside him. "It’s not very fancy, but I thought it was perfect to start out with.”

“No, No.” Peter said, carefully flipping it over as he examined it. “It’s perfect.”

“Good, took Ned and I days to decide on what to get you. You’ll get his present later though.”

“How much was it?”

“Doesn’t matter,” You said with a cheeky smile before pulling him to the fire escape. “Come on, let’s try it out!”

It was late into the afternoon, so the sky had already begun to shift into various shades of pink and oranges. “This is a great view, give it a whirl.” You encouraged.

Peter brought up the camera to his eyes, taking a second to get used to the features before the skyline came into focus.

He was just about to press the button when he glanced over at you and saw the pure expression of happiness etched across your face as you had all of your focus on the city.

Peter found himself aiming the picture at you instead, and that was when he took it.

“Did you get it? How does it look?” You asked him, still keeping your gaze outward.

Peter pulled the camera down and smiled at you. “Perfect.”

Jaebum as your boyfriend

@wangworshipper THANK YOU SO MUCH ILY and don’t worry you can never overwhelm me I am impossible to intimidate bwahahahaha jk i don’t fuck with centipedes

  • hopefully you like fried chicken
  • you gonna be eating a lot of fried chicken
  • he likes you almost as much as he likes fried chicken 
  • really chill dates at home binge watching your favorite shows
  • you start off cuddling like normal people
  • you lying on his chest, his arms around you
  • and then life happens and all of a sudden you two have formed a human pretzel
  • his left leg is over your right shoulder, your right foot is in his face, his hand is on your thigh, your faces are 978391 miles from each other
  • and eventually one of you points out how weird it is 
  • and then you both laugh and cuddle normally again
  • that doesn’t last very long
  • you go to the cinemas a lot too
  • and he does that “yawn and put your arm around their shoulder” thing
  • subtle
  • you two always plan to go shopping for new plates or something 
  • and then get distracted 
  • you don’t remember the plates until you’re at home surrounded by new cat toys and other random things you needed 
  • and you have nothing to eat dinner on
  • so Jaebum goes to the store and buys a pack of cheap paper plates
  • and tbh you never get real ones, you’re too attached to the paper plates now
  • has this thing where he comes up behind you and kisses your shoulder
  • and then trails up your neck
  • to your ear
  • it’s not always a sexual thing
  • he just likes kissing you there
  • his hands will always find themselves up your shirt though
  • just resting on your skin 
  • but sometimes he tickles your stomach while he does it
  • just to hear you shriek 
  • and then mimics you for hours 
  • with that stupid
  • smirk
  • glued to his face
  • sigh
  • would never admit to being big on pda
  • but he always holds your hand
  • rubbing circles with his thumb
  • playfully smacks your butt while waiting for coffee just to see you roll your eyes at him
  • goes for a kiss and makes at least two soccer moms scoff
  • because boiiiiiii that lasted a good 2 seconds longer than what is socially acceptable for a sidewalk outside of a frozen yogurt shop
  • did I mention he’d have his hands on your waist during this kiss?
  • when he tells you he loves you, your heart will stop
  • because he wraps his arms around your waist and leans in
  • and his face is so close to yours
  • his lips brush your ear
  • and he says it softly 
  • in a deep ass voice 
  • “I love you.” 
  • and he doesn’t say it very often so you better cherish those moments
  • because he thinks actions speak much louder than three words ever could 
  • oh got6 is now a big part of your life
  • you’re their mother now
  • so just get ready because that can’t be good
  • you seen that clip where they’re asked to say hi to Ling and they take it way further than it needed to go
  • that’s gonna be ur name
  • every single time they see you
  • and jaebum would never let the teasing get out of hand but tbh
  • he kind of loves it
  • because his best friends like you
  • which is great because he can’t imagine living without you at this point
  • in conclusion
  • im jaebum is a chill af boyfriend 
  • and you’ll never forget that he loves you even though he may not say it as often
  • because when you sees you after a long day of practice, his face lights up like a million christmas trees 
  • he pulls you into a big, sweaty bear hug
  • and even though you tell him to jump in the shower for god’s sake, you wouldn’t change a thing
  • well, maybe the paper plates


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Sassy Stark Pt. 1

Pairing: Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader, a lil bit of Capsicle on the side

Warnings: None

Word count: 812

A/N: Tony’s my favourite and I wanted to write a dad!Tony series for so long! The reader is slightly based on me (I say slightly, I mean completely lmao) and @fandommaniacx approved of this, so here it is. 

Part 2  -  Part 3  -  Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

Originally posted by dailymarvel

Life isn’t easy - especially not if your dad is Tony Stark and everyone expects you to be just like him and you’re not like him, at all. Admittedly, you definitely had inherited the sass and wit of your father, but definitely not his genius. Which neither him nor you gave a fuck about, it was just that the public did.

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Distractions pt 4

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Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Summary: Work shouldn’t be a place littered with distractions…but how could that be when you were working with one?

Word Count: 2547

A/N: idk how the whole making music process works…so sorry if my portrayal is inaccurate 

Originally posted by nnochu

“Hyung, hold on. You forgot this.” Jimin handed the brown leather bound lyric notebook to Yoongi. Jimin always knew that Yoongi carried it around, “You can’t keep on misplacing things, hyung. Remember what happened to Namjoon-hyung?” He snatched the book from the younger’s hand,

“Jiminie, I’m not going to forget something as important as a passport.” Yoongi scoffed as he headed out the front door of the dorms,

“Hey, hyung? Where are you going anyway? We have a meeting later…”

“Just…uh…I’m just going out for some fresh air. I’ll meet you guys at the studio later on.” Jimin knew his hyung well and he could tell that something was up. However, Yoongi wasn’t going to just tell Jimin that he was going to meet with the younger’s favorite girl group. He felt like Jimin would continuously nag him to let him tag along…that and because he didn’t want him to see a certain somebody. 

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anonymous asked:

I don't even ship J x D but the modern AU with dragons as kids and Jon as the teacher is just so LOL I love it. Like what if they had a hot steamy hook up in a bar and then the next day is the the triplets first day at school and surprise! Jon is their teacher. And J&D are all well we should call it off because this is frowned upon and inappropriate but they keep bantering and eye flirting until the ~~sexual tension ~~ is too much and sex happens. Aaahhhh IDEK what this is bt I ship it now lmao

so i know you didn’t send this as a fic prompt but my hand slipped

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Fragments - Part 11

Word Count: 2778 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Self loathing, Canon divergence

A/N: Thanks to @percywinchester27 for beta-ing this on short notice for me! 

Feedback and Constructive Criticism Always Welcome 

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Being wrapped in Dean’s embrace after confessing that you’d fallen in love with him all over again should have been freeing. Anytime you’d ever spent a night in Dean’s arms since you’d been brought back, be it because of one of your own nightmares or his, or simply because one of you had fallen asleep on the other as he recounted your life to you, it was the best sleep you’d ever had. You always felt safe and complete with him, like some deeper part of your subconscious had always been attached to him. So why did tonight feel so off?

Dean was out like a light next to you, his warm breath fanning over your cheek. His arms were wrapped around you tight like a vice. Even while he slept his main goal was to protect you. You couldn’t help but think about how unfair this was to him and the burden you were placing on him. You knew he’d always been like this, everyone you knew had told you as much, but part of you wondered if maybe he was more protective of you now because you had no memories. Sure, you had innate hunting skills and you could take care of yourself, but you were still vulnerable. There were things out there that you had no recollection of that wanted you dead. It wasn’t fair to burden Dean with any of that. Dean deserved better. He didn’t deserve to be trapped by you.

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