i am seriously running out of clips of these two now

Blind Beauty [Matt Murdock x Reader]

Requested by anon: “How about the reader sees Matt [Murdock] without glasses for the first time (maybe he is telling them about his abilities?). Bonus: the reader says something about how pretty his eyes are (Charlie Cox’s eyes slay me they are so pretty.)“

A/N: I love Charlie Cox as Matt Murdock he’s perfect! Hope you love this <3


To say you were nervous was an understatement, even this being your fourth date with Matt it was still nerve wracking. He’s so handsome and you can’t help but feel so bleh sometimes.

“Why are you nervous?” he asked, sitting across from you. Snapping your head up to meet his shaded eyes. “How do you do that?” you laughed, he only smiled and shrugged. “Attorney’s intuition?” offering up an answer.

“Eh I don’t buy it” Chuckling as he reached across the table, signaling he wanted your hand. You complied meeting him halfway. “You’re beautiful” running his thumb over your knuckles.

“How can you know that?” A bashful smile gracing your face. It’s like he could sense that you were feeling insecure.

“I don’t need to see you to know you’re gorgeous” Feeling a feint blush spread to your cheeks. “How do you tell then?”

“The sound of your voice, the way your hand feels in mine. There are little tells that I can pick up on that allow me to form a mental image of you” His hand squeezed yours gently. “You’re sweet” smiling at him. “I have my moments”

After eating and talking about random things you both stood to head out. Him taking your arm with one hand and his cane in the other, leading him out of the restaurant.

You both laughed while walking the streets of Hell’s Kitchen, not a worry coming from either of you. Matt is really something else, so kind and caring. Even after everything he’s lost, his sight, his father. Everything and he’s still so amazing. How’d you get so lucky to have a guy like him?

“Yeah but we’re seriously discussing making t-shirts, ‘Nelson and Murdock Avocados at Law’“ he joked making you giggle beside him. “I’d wear it”

You both laughed before noticing three guys smoking outside a building. “Hey sweetheart” one of them eyed you as you walked by. You just ignored them, “Who was that?” Matt asked leaning toward you, even though he could hear the three heartbeats.

“Just some low lives” you whispered passing by them. He nodded in understanding. “Not worth an argument?” he chuckled making you laugh. “No, not really”

“We’re not worth your time huh?” They quickly cut you both off, making you tug Matt back some. “Look fellas we don’t want any trouble” Matt rested his hand on his cane.

“Well we’re looking for some trouble, teach you both some respect.” the man in the center growled, before his two buddies grabbed you and the middle one pushed Matt into an alley.

“MATT!” You yelled lurching forward but pulled back by the thugs. “Hey hold on their sweet cheeks we’ve got plans for you too” their hands roaming your body as they held you back. “Let me go!” Screaming and trying to get away.

You saw one of the thugs kick Matt to the ribs. “Leave him alone!” only leading the guy to punch him. You watched as Matt spit out some blood before adjusting his glasses and standing up.

Shocked to see him land a precise right hook to the mans jaw. Knocking him out. The other two dropped you before running at him. He swiftly dodged nearly every punch, getting clipped only once or twice. One of them he took out by throwing him against the wall and the other he pushed himself off the wall gaining more momentum in his punch to knock the man out.

He was panting heavily before coming toward you. Still in shock you only stared at him before his knees gave out. You caught him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Helping him to his nearby apartment.

Getting him inside you sat him down on his couch before running into his bathroom. Finding a first aid kit, warm water, and some washcloths. Returning to the couch he stayed silent. 

You took the warm washcloth and began to clean up the cuts on his face, starting with his busted lip. Pulling away to re-wet the cloth he spoke up, “[F/n] I’m sorry” You stopped in your movements, looking up at him. “I should’ve been more honest with you.”

“How did you do all of that?” asking as you returned to wringing out the cloth.

“I may not have my sight but all of my other senses are inhumanly heightened.” he answered. You hummed signalling you understood slightly, “Are you..?” trailing off, but picking up the unspoken though “The devil of hell’s kitchen? Daredevil?” Gently dabbing the rag to his scraped cheek.

He was silent for a moment. “I am”

A silence hung in the air between the both of you. He wasn’t sure what to expect from you, until he felt your hands on his glasses. He allowed you to remove the lenses, hearing your heart speed up. Probably looking at his eyes. “Your eyes they’re…. amazing” a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

But it turned to a somber expression, “I understand if you don’t want to stay with me from now on. I haven’t exactly done the best things with my abilities. If you don’t want to be with me I won’t hold it to you. Do you want to leave?”

You stared at him, a bit astonished by his statement. You leaned forward so your lips were just ghosting over his, “Does this answer your question” whispering before closing the rest of the space. The kiss was soft but was filled with trust and love.

He pulled away, a smile forming on his lips “I’m glad you’re staying”

You giggled, “Thanks for having me” before he connected your lips again. Now learning that he’s not just kind and sweet, but also a hero.

3 AM

Vegas | 3 AM | Tease | Oops | D | Game | Mistake

Series: Vegas

Note: Read this so you can understand what’s going on a little better lol. So this is not v7. This takes place in between Vegas and Tease, so just keep that in the back of your mind while you read. This is the story of how Y/N got on birth control. Also, credit to @adothoe for a couple lines of dialogue she helped me with.

Word Count: 3066

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: smut, lazy sex, pharmacy, little bit of jealousy, cursing

Tagging:  @jordanfishest @jazy2015 @alexanderhamllton @this-ally-loves-you @duckoffury @hamrevolution @curiositykilledthecompanion @thegirlonhamilton @shinymarbles @legattoassassino @nadialinett14 @an-abundance-of-hannahs @someonesblogger @the-ashy-phoenix @hamiltrashinn @texasprincess3 @patchesthed00t @teenage-band-loser @hetafairyaot @hmltntrsh51 @kkoolaid1 @londonbridgefalling @ashthewinchestergirl @aquamarrineee @pearltheartist @bluesnowyangel @iguanamineral @vickyvickerson @edge-oftonight @vishuddhakid @kink-george @loopietoopie @hamil-scribbles @iamgrayfox @zaire-is-worth-it @hamiltonwasbienough @butter-times @lilybutterworthstuff @velvetsirius @fandom-nerdness7 @snoozing-hippogriffs-23 @agent-fangirl @traash-canz @meand-mybrain @jadee-ee @oshlow @me—lancholy @ridiculousn3ssfangirl @newyorkyoucanbeanew @pearltheartist @bluesnowyangel @sitdownjohn-youfatmotherfucker @finnydraws @exhibits-no-restraint @secretary-thomas-jefferson @completehamiltrash @clamilton @for-god-sake-john-sit-down @pandoraspieceofcrapbox @thenutella-cat @manateegrl @meavenel @hamilsquadsrighthandman @seungcheoljpg @hell-yes-puns-and-ships @i-am-trash1828 @helplessly-hamiltrash @haletotheking24 @bootybiersack @thoughtfulbearpanda @5vibesofsummer @completehamiltrash @canadianfruitpunch @faatlouie @accidentally-impeccable @ask-sherlock-221b @missgallaxy @nonxstop @emilysyrup @erinlikestrains @basheverythingyesterday @yukiyoru @duckslier3 @drwhomtrenchluvr @sweetestjensener @pearltheartist @dulharp-a

Daveed sighed as he laid on his back in bed next to your sleeping form, restless because he’d been wide awake for almost an hour now. It was one of those nights where his brain was on overdrive. His mind wandered from replaying the lyrics to the new clipping. song he was working on to images of the small baby animals he saw while doing a voiceover for a Disney documentary.

Letting his eyes fall shut, he wrapped his arms tighter around you, pulling you up against his chest. He buried his face into your neck, trying his hardest to clear his mind as best he could.

You stirred in his embrace, awakening groggily and slowly due to the new feeling of Daveed’s warm breath on your neck.

“D?” you murmured tiredly, shifting closer to the warmth his body created.

“Mm,” He hummed against you, his voice rough from not using it for a few hours. He was tired, yes, but the way his train of thought couldn’t come to a stop kept him wide awake, awake enough to respond with no sleep evident in his tone at all.

“D, go the fuck to sleep.”

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Good Boy, Stevie // Steve Rogers x Reader (P1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x POC Reader, a tiny bit WinterWidow and ScarletVision
Word Count: 3.7k+
Warning: Language, fluff, Slooow burn, Sub!Steve, Dominant Reader  
Summary: Steve discovers he really enjoys you on top and in control. Pietro and Sam find out a little more about Bucky Barnes than they ever wanted to know. Wanda is a surprising supporter of *ahem* kinky things.

A/N: You really thought I was going to leave you hanging on ‘Oh Captain!’ like that? I’m not that sadistic. Okay…maybe I am but this story practically begged me to write it. Who am I to refuse?

Originally posted by luvinchris

Previously on Oh Captain: Good Boy, Stevie //Part 2

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SILVER SPOON: Part 9 FINALE [Yoongi x Reader; Rom-com, fluff]

A girl who had to work hard every day of her life to rise from nothing, meets a man who was born with and given everything.

A classic tale of what happens when a cold, uptight farm girl meets a playful, rebellious, easy-going city boy that was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Summary: Having been born and raised in the country side, you have worked hard your entire life to make it to the big city. You eventually achieved your dream and now you have a wonderful paying job for a large company and you continue putting your 110% into everything you do. However, your perfect plan to climb to success through consistent effort and hard work becomes disarrayed with the arrival of your branch’s new rebellious and easy-going CEO, who never desired the position in the first place and has never truly worked hard a day in his life. Your job is on the line if he can’t be turned into a quality CEO within a year, but he has no intention of changing himself for anyone or letting you boss him around so easily. How will you work your way through this obstacle? Will you succeed in changing him or will he be the one that changes you?

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jimin & VIXX’s Leo as side characters; some other BTS members show up too lol)
Office au
Romantic Comedy, Fluff

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 (Finale)

A/N: Ahh I can’t believe this series has come to an end! Thank you everyone for loving my light-hearted floof series <3 

Originally posted by kpoptrashandproud

           "Oh crap. Holy shit. Crap.“ Yoongi stumbled around his apartment frantically.

           "Slept through your alarm again, Sir?” Leo smirked at the doorway as he watched his master scrambling around, chucking suit after suit out of his closet.

           "Dammit Leo, what should I wear?“ Yoongi hissed.

           "This is why you should’ve listened to Miss Y/N and chosen your clothes beforehand.” Leo shook his head.

           "That is not helping right now, Leo. I need to look good today.“

           Leo rolled his eyes. "I am sure it is not exactly a need, but a want to look good.”

           Yoongi pushed his head out of his closet to glare at Leo. “You really want to get hit today, huh?”

           Leo chuckled. “I would find it quite enjoyable for you to attempt to hit me.”

           "Ugh Y/N is going to kill me if she finds out I overslept again.“

           "I believe that’s too late.” Leo smiled mischievously.


           Yoongi clipped his pants on as he looked up to find Leo holding up his phone.

           "Don’t answer!” he panicked.

           But Leo smirked and swiped his hand to accept the call.

           "Yoongi? Hello?“ Your voice echoed. "Don’t tell me you’re still getting dressed.”

           "I am…“ he huffed as he tried to button his shirt but ended up missing a hole, so they were misaligned. ”…not.“

           You exhaled. "You think after two years, you’d be able to do SOMETHING on your own.”

           "Excuse me?“ Yoongi argued. "I’ve been doing just fine.”

           "How many times have I had to call you on my way to work just to make sure you were awake?“

           "Almost every day Miss Y/N.” Leo answered honestly, earning another glare from Yoongi.

           You giggled. “Thank you Leo. Anyway, just throw something on like you do every day.”

           "Today’s special! How I look is important.“

           "Special?” You chuckled. “Isn’t it just another meeting?”

           "Yah. This is a meeting with ALL of the CEOs in person, especially my arch nemesis, and I’m heading it! I need to assert my dominance.“

           "Oh…I’m sure we’re all aware of who you are Yoongi. And I’m pretty sure that rivalry is one-sided on your end.”

           "You’re distracting me!“ Yoongi complained.

           "Alright, but I called to say that I really liked your turtleneck under your suit look ~” you suggested. “If that’s what you’re wearing today, I’d very much like a selfie.”

           Yoongi paused and immediately threw off the white button up he was struggling with and grabbed one of his black turtlenecks.

           "Yeah, that’s exactly what I was putting on.“ he stated nonchalantly.

           "Oh really?” you said half-heartedly.

           Leo chuckled, already used to how well you were able to manipulate Yoongi despite the distance.

           "Anyways, I have to go. Have a good day, love.“ You giggled.

           "Wait!” Yoongi whined.


           "You’re really not coming again today?”

           You paused. “I love you, Yoongs.”

           Yoongi frowned. “I love you too.”

           With a sigh, he hurried to finish changing and made his way to the office.

           It had already been two long years since he dropped you off at that station. The last time either of you saw each other– in person at least. You both still made time to webcam, text, and call each other whenever possible. But it was difficult to romance through the screen and the need to hold you and kiss you was becoming more and more unbearable for him each day.

           As promised, you had graduated with the highest honors in your university, even winning the spot of commencement speaker and making it to the news with your eloquent and inspiring speech. The nation was astounded by the woman who came from a humble background and ended up rising to the status of CEO, cultivating one of the strongest branches in a world-renowned company. To Yoongi’s dismay, you received a nomination to be a Director of the Board and became one of the candidates for Chair along with him and one other.

           But while you accomplished a lot already, you still hadn’t been able to see each other. The Chairman forbid both of you from attending meetings in person at the same time, so more or less, one of you would be on webcam during conferences. There were no traces or connections between you two, other than the fact that you both had once worked together as boss and secretary. As the Chairman wanted, you kept your relationship the utmost secret from the world, until you two were able to stand on your own.

           And Yoongi had fulfilled his duty just as excellently as you did. Although he woke up late almost every day, he still made it to work on time. And even without you and Jimin, he continued to advance the Daegu branch without troubles, winning many mergers and partnerships with large companies. He even expanded his own franchise outside of the company, wanting to test his own skills without the help of his family name and not being restricted to just what was good for the company. It was a business run by himself, for himself. The Board of Directors took notice of his progression and seriousness, keeping a close eye on him for the past two years, since he was, in fact, the rightful heir to the corporation.

           Yoongi pouted as he made his way to the conference room, nodding slightly to acknowledge the people bowing deeply as he passed. He really hated how unnecessary all of these rules were that his grandfather was still instating. You both had kept your end of the promise already. Why couldn’t you see each other yet?

           He grumbled as he fixed his suit in front of the conference room. After checking that he had all his notes and files in hand, he took a deep breath and pushed the door open. He was ready to do this. But what he saw as soon as he walked in, he was not prepared for, and it froze him in his spot almost immediately.

           You grinned as everyone stood up respectfully when Yoongi arrived. Your eyes locked with each other upon entrance and you saw him freeze in shock. You tried to fight back your laughter at your successful surprise. You subtly gestured for him to take his seat at the head of the table and he coughed to compose himself.

           "Please. Have a seat.“ he stated amiably, but he couldn’t stop beaming brightly.

           Jimin elbowed you and leaned over to whisper. "Still can’t hide his feelings too well when it comes to you, huh?”

           You giggled and shook your head. “I’m afraid not.”

           "Well regardless, it’s good to see everyone in the same room again.“ Jimin smiled.

           "Yeah, it really is.” You glanced over at Yoongi proudly as he organized his papers in front of him.

           "Is everyone here?“ Yoongi looked up and scanned the room.

           "One more person has yet to arrive, Mr. Min.”

           "Ah. I’m sure we can start without him.“ Yoongi stated curtly.

           You glanced at Jimin and Hoseok curiously.

           "The third person nominated to be the Chair and Yoongi’s sworn arch nemesis.” Jimin whispered knowingly.

           "Ah that guy…he’s talked about it with me. But I didn’t think it was this bad.“ You mentioned.

           "He’s top of his class too. Mature, wise, handsome.” Hoseok commented.

           "But not as handsome as me.“ Jimin interjected.

           Hoseok rolled his eyes.

           "I can’t seem to remember the man’s name. I don’t think Yoongi ever mentioned it.” You pondered.

           "Oh it’s –“

           "Shall we get started?” Yoongi smirked. “Those who are running late can catch up in the minutes.”

           "My apologies, Mr. Min.“ A new voice echoed into the room.

           Yoongi groaned, while your eyes widened when a familiarly tall figure entered the room.

           "Mr. Kim.” Yoongi greeted bitterly. “Nice of you to finally join us.”

           "I figured everyone would need a bit of caffeine for this long meeting.“ The man grinned, exposing his deeply dimpled cheeks, as he held up two large bags of packed coffee.

           "One point for Mr. Kim.” Hoseok cackled under his breath, causing Jimin to snicker with him.

           "Y/N.“ The man bowed lightly as he handed you a cup of coffee. "Long time no see.”

           You grinned and accepted it. “You too… Namjoon.”

           "Mr. Min’s glaring at you, Y/N.“ Jimin whispered, warningly.

           "No, that’s his normal face. Don’t worry.” You waved your hand as you continued to stare at Namjoon.

           "Is the seat next to you taken?“ Namjoon questioned.

           You shook your head. "It’s for you. But be careful sitting down.”

           Namjoon chuckled. “You might have to hold my chair so it doesn’t spin out from underneath me.”

           You giggled knowingly, and you suddenly heard a loud cough from the front of the room. You and Namjoon glanced at each other amused then both turned your attention towards Yoongi.

           "Shall we get started?“ Yoongi stated through gritted teeth, staring daggers at you.

           You bit your lip to fight back your amusement and looked down at your notes to avoid his lingering eyes.

           "Let’s do it, Mr. Min!” Jimin cheered, earning a scolding nudge from Hoseok.

           The meeting progressed smoothly. You were extremely impressed by how Yoongi handled it. He passed out outlines for everyone at the beginning in order to direct the flow of conversation and to make sure every important topic was discussed thoroughly. You couldn’t help but smile proudly as you watched him leading the conference confidently and knowledgeably, like a true CEO.

           Jimin nudged you. “Stop making those googly eyes, gosh.”

           You glared at him. “I am not making googly eyes.”

           "This is what your face is telling me you’re thinking: ‘Oh my gosh. He’s so attractive. He’s so dreamy. He’s so manly. He’s come so far, I’m so proud. I’m in love all over again.’“ he teased.

           You reached over and pinched Jimin’s cheeks harshly. "And you’re still annoying, Park Jimin.”

           Hoseok snorted as he continued writing down notes.

           "Y/N. Jimin.“ Yoongi called out.

           You two sat up straight, embarrassed at being caught.

           "Do you have anything else you wish to discuss?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow at you challengingly.

           You smirked. “Why yes, Mr. Min. I have a few things I want to bring up to the table.”

           "Here we go.“ Jimin muttered and you kicked him under the table as you took out your own handouts and charts to show off.

           After the meeting ended, the CEOs mingled around for a few minutes before making their way to the complimentary luncheon. Some people approached Yoongi and Namjoon to speak to them directly and introduce themselves to the possible Chairs of the company.

           "Even though you’re nominated, people don’t believe you’ll take the Chairwoman position.” Jimin shrugged as he sat on the table nonchalantly. “You should just take it and get a big laugh at everyone’s face.”

           You chuckled. “I’d rather not just sit on my butt all day and not do much.”

           Jimin snorted. “Don’t let your future Gramps hear you say that.”

           "What have you been up to? You seem to have been busy the past year.“ You changed the subject.

           Hoseok shook his head. "Yes, very busy.”

           "Oh no.“ You rolled your eyes. "I’m afraid to ask what he was busy with…or with who more so.”

           "Hey!“ Jimin huffed. "It’s not bad! Well it was bad at first, but I’ll have you know that I’m finally in a stable relationship.”

           You gawked at him. “Are you serious?”

           You glanced at Hoseok for confirmation.

           "I’m afraid so.“ Hoseok laughed with a light shrug. "It was a surprise to me too.”

           "Oh my gosh! That’s great! Is it her? Your used-to-be-fake-girlfriend that I knew you had feelings for??“ You gushed.

           "Yes. That’s exactly the one.” Hoseok shook his head.

           Jimin blushed.

           "How did it happen?“ You breathed. "Wow, I missed so much.”

           Jimin rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s a pretty long story.”

           "Well, no matter. The result is what’s important. I can’t believe you’re taken.“ You clapped. "We all have to get together one day with our significant others. We’ll come to you guys in Seoul for the next meeting!”

           "Sounds perfect.“ Jimin smiled.

           "And congrats to you too, Hoseok. I heard from the grapevine about you and Silver getting together.” You grabbed Hoseok’s and Jimin’s hands warmly. “I’m so happy for you two.”

           "Yah, yah, yah.“ Yoongi approached you three, a warning tone in his voice.

           You rolled your eyes and let go of their hands. The other two chuckled.

           "Is this the thanks I get for helping you out, Jimin?”

           Jimin laughed, “She grabbed me, Mr. Min. I’m innocent. I would never betray you, but this one is trouble. You have to keep an eye on her.”

           You shoved Jimin while chuckling.

           "I know she is.“ Yoongi glanced at you endearingly.

           Jimin shivered and pushed Hoseok to the side. "Okay, let’s go before they jump each other right here.”

           "That’s something YOU would do, Jimin.“ Hoseok rolled his eyes.

           "Read the situation, Hoseok.” Jimin hissed then bowed to you and Yoongi. “Please have lots of beautiful children, Mr. & Mrs. Min.”

           "YOU read the situation!“ Hoseok scolded, shaking Jimin angrily as the other giggled mischievously.

           You and Yoongi blushed and smiled at each other. But before either of you could say anything, another person approached you two.

           "Mr. Min. Y/N.”

           Yoongi’s face immediately turned sour. “Namjoon.”

           "The meeting was handled really well. You have my sincerest compliments.“ Namjoon bowed.

           "I’m glad you think so, but I don’t need your compliments to know I did a good job.”

           "Mr. Min!“ You scolded.

           "It’s alright, Y/N. This is how we converse.” Namjoon chuckled. “It’s refreshing.”

           Yoongi scowled at his good natured mentality.“Well, why are you two so chummy?”

           "Oh.“ You smiled. "Remember the traveler that Tae took in?”

           "The only one who solved your super hard problem that you gave to people who wanted to date you?“ Yoongi eyed Namjoon skeptically.

           "More or less.” You laughed. “That was Namjoon.”

           Namjoon grinned brightly.

           "Wooo.“ Yoongi stated flatly.

           "How did I not know you worked here?” You turned your attention back to the tall man, ignoring your boyfriend’s gloomy behavior.

           "I was adapting to the new responsibilities for a while and wanted to focus on my internal branch affairs before dealing with external ones. So I only went to a handful of meetings. What about you?! I had no idea you worked here too! When I saw your speech on the news, I was stunned. Then I knew our paths would cross soon enough.“ Namjoon grinned.

           Yoongi looked at the two of you with apparent disgust.

           "Well, shall we go to the complimentary lunch?” Namjoon gestured.

           "Let’s.“ You smiled as you followed him to the door, enjoying taunting Yoongi.

           "Y/N.” Yoongi called dangerously.

           Namjoon glanced between the two of you and the situation seemed to dawn on him. “Ahh, I’ll go on ahead then.”

           You chuckled gratefully and he winked at you before shutting the door behind him.

           "CEO Min.“ you turned to him and bowed coyly.

           "Don’t CEO Min me.” He growled as he took three strides towards you and slammed his lips against yours hungrily.

           You cupped his face as his hands settled onto your waist. It was so wonderful, finally being able to touch him after so long.

           You laughed as you broke the kiss, “I missed you too.”

           He grabbed your hand and led you to his chair. Gently, he sat you on his lap as you played with his hair gently.

           "I can’t believe you were flirting with my arch nemesis.“ He sulked.

           You snorted. "Why is Namjoon your arch nemesis? Cause of the Chairman position?”

           "In more ways than that.“ Yoongi grumbled.

           You chuckled and shook your head. "As I said, I’m sure it’s a one-sided rivalry.”

           "It isn’t! That man just doesn’t show his competitiveness outwardly. I can sense it.“

           "Well it sounds like you’re good friends then.”

           "We’re not.“

           You grinned but yielded, "Of course.”

           "Did you hear about the transfer papers?“ he hummed. "I figured if my grandfather was still trying to keep us apart, I had to take matters into my own hands.”

           "I did.“

           "Did you accept?”

           "Mmm I still have to think about it.“ you grinned playfully.

            "Why?” he drummed impatiently on your leg.

           "Because I can’t jump too enthusiastically at the offer, I have to play hard to get.“

           "With your boyfriend…” he answered flatly, as if you were doing the stupidest thing in the world.

           "With my boss.“ you whispered as you batted your eyelashes at him. "I have to see how much he wants and values me.”

           Yoongi’s lips curled up mischievously as he tightened his grip around your waist, “Shall I show you how much I want you?”

           You laughed and smacked his chest at his insinuation. “Yoongi.”

           His eyes twinkled happily at finally having you in his arms and hearing your voice in person.

           "Marry me.“ he whispered and you inhaled sharply at the suddenness of the request.

           "What? Yoongi –”

           "That’s how much I want you.“ he smiled warmly as he leaned his head comfortably on your chest. "I want to see you every day. I want to show you that I can make you proud and that I can make you happy.”

           "But still –“

           "Well if you won’t marry me yet, accept the transfer.” he smirked.

           You chuckled and rolled your eyes at his ultimatum. “I’m pretty sure this is abusing your power.”

           "You’re abusing my love for you.“ he pouted cutely. "I just want you to be where I can see you, where I can be with you.”

           You laughed as you squeezed his cheeks. “I was going to accept it anyway. I just need to act like I was in contemplation. I still have pride in my branch, you know. It’s like my child.”

           He grinned then scrunched his face.

           "Fine. I’ll wait then.“

           You pecked his lips lightly. "Thank you.”

           "Where are you staying tonight?“ he questioned.

           "Mmm I was hoping I still had a room at a certain apartment complex.” You grinned.

           Yoongi chuckled. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

           Later that day, you found yourself curled up in Yoongi’s couch once again. He lay on your lap, relaxing while you carded your fingers through his hair.

           "This isn’t a dream, right?“ he exhaled, his eyes still closed.

           You tugged at his hair causing him to wince and scream in pain. 

          "Ah! Gosh! Okay! It’s not a dream. Sheesh. I need all my hair for goodness sake!”

           "Maybe you should stop dye-ing it so often, hm?“ You hummed. "It looks like you infected Jimin with your habit.”

           Yoongi grinned. “He’s the one that asked me to dye it with him.”

           "Oh right, what happened between you two? You helped him out or something?“

           "Mmm at first, I asked him for a favor for a week or two, since the influx of work increased in the Daegu branch. But then, he ended up begging me to have him stay longer at the branch, due to a woman problem.”

           "Ah maybe his girlfriend.“

           "He looked like hell, Y/N.” Yoongi snorted. “I don’t exactly know what happened, but he was so miserable when he first arrived. Then he spontaneously asked me to take him to where I get my hair dyed because he needed a change.”

           "Wow. Seems like you two do actually get along.“ You giggled.

           "Well he’s no longer a threat since he’s taken.” he shrugged. “But it wasn’t for free, I had to ask Jimin for a favor too.”

           "What favor?“

           "It’s a secret.” Yoongi cackled.

           "Then why mention it?? You’re so annoying!“ You shook him, but gently, he grabbed your hands and opened his eyes to look up at you intently.

           You stared at him questioningly, feeling an odd sort of intensity from his look.


           He smiled and reached up to stroke your cheek.

           "Move in with me.“

           Your heart flipped over inside your chest.

           "Live with me here in the city. Once you accept the transfer, I want to move in together.”

           You blushed. You were ecstatic, truly. You wanted nothing more than to say yes. You wanted nothing more than to see Yoongi first thing in the morning and last thing at night, but…

           "Yoongi, I’m worried about my family. My little sisters, Tae, Jin.“

           He chuckled lightly. "I told you not to worry about them, didn’t I? I took care of them while you were away.”

           You furrowed your brows angrily. “Speaking of which, none of them will tell me what they’ve been up to! I know you helped my sister cover the rest of her university tuition because I bribed it out of her! And I heard Jin disappeared to no one knows where suddenly but he keeps messaging that he’s fine? And Tae? I’ve been getting e-mails but I have no idea what he’s doing or where?”

           Yoongi’s lips curled up.

           “Hyung?” Tae called as he found Yoongi sitting on the couch in the middle of the night, the place where you used to sleep.

           Yoongi smiled sadly.

           "You miss her, huh?“ Tae smiled as he sat beside him.

           "Yeah, a lot.”

           "It’s okay, hyung. This is her dream. It’s no one’s fault.“ Tae squeezed Yoongi’s hand."She decided it herself.”

           Yoongi glanced at the younger, “You know, you matured a bit.”

           Tae grinned. “When I think of how hard Y/N has been working for us and for herself, it makes me wonder if I’ll ever get close to my dream like she has.”

           Yoongi stared at Tae, “Do you still want to go to Seoul, Tae?”

           Tae smiled and nodded. “Very much.”

           "Good.“ Yoongi’s grin widened. "Because there’s an opening for a part-time job at one of the top vet hospitals there, and I’ve already put in a good word for you since I have a connection in there. And they’d like you to come in for an interview soon.”

           Tae gasped, his eyes widening. “What? Really?”

           Yoongi laughed and nodded. “Yes, really.”

           "Oh my gosh, hyung!“ Tae flung his arms around Yoongi excitedly. "Seriously? I have a chance to be a vet in Seoul??”

           "I wrote you a stunning recommendation letter and asked your boss at your current hospital to do so too. It’s all up to you now.“

           Tae’s eyes watered happily. "Thank you, hyung. I don’t how to thank you.”

           "While you’re there, would you like to make some cash on the side?“ Yoongi’s lips curled up.

           "Huh?” Tae blinked.

           "I want to hire you to keep an eye on the new business I’m starting up in Seoul.“


           Yoongi nodded. “I trust you. Plus I think you’ll like the place. It won’t be a boring job. You’ll get to meet all sorts of people, and there’ll be music and performances every day. What do you think?”

           "Yes!“ Tae beamed. "I’ll help you out, hyung. Of course I’ll help!”

           Yoongi felt a tear drop fall onto his face from yours and he sat up from your lap carefully.

           "Hey.“ he whispered softly, trying to get you to lift your face.

           You shook your head and cried. "I-I don’t know how to thank you, Yoongi. You didn’t have to. I have to pay you back for my sister’s tuition and for Tae–”

           Yoongi kissed you and smiled. “They’re my family too. You don’t need to do that.”

           You sniffled and wiped your tears.

           "But if you do want to do something for me,“ he smirked as he leaned closer to you. "I could think of a few things I’d like you to do for me.”

           You chuckled, “Is one of them moving in with you?”

           Yoongi nodded lightly, “But there are a few other things you could do for me right now.”

           "Come here then, Min Yoongi.“ You pulled him towards you by gripping his turtleneck and locked lips with him happily.

           "I was thinking cooking for me,” he grinned cheekily. “Didn’t know you were so dirty minded, Y/N.”

           You rolled your eyes and tried to shove him away playfully, but he resisted, climbing over you and kissing you sweetly.

           "I missed you, Farm Girl.“

           "I missed you too, Silver Spoon.”

           "Let’s work hard together from now on, hm?“

           You grinned. "I don’t know about you, but I’ve been working hard all my life.”

           Months later, Jimin grinned as he scrolled through the news on his phone, as he did every morning. But today, instead of boring articles about stock markets, and businesses crashing, pictures of you and Yoongi were scattered throughout every news site and all over his social media. The headline read “BREAKING NEWS: DAEGU ROYALTY, MIN YOONGI, DATING DAEGU’S VERY OWN CINDERELLA, Y/N!”. He chuckled as he scanned through the pictures of you two boldly holding hands on the street, openly dating, beaming at each other. He plugged one earphone in and played the news video.

           “Women all over the world are gushing over the news. Folks, it is real! This has never happened before in the history of the nation. No longer is it just a fairytale, but it’s become reality. Someone from humble birth – a farm girl from the Daegu countryside to be exact– has in fact, snatched herself a man of wealth and status. And it isn’t just recently either, the couple has in fact been together for almost three years! Talk about a BIG surprise!

           While there are mixed opinions about this unprecedented relationship, there isn’t much to be said about why these two can’t be together. She certainly has proven herself to be worthy of such a status and has shown the world that no matter where you come from, you can be whoever you want to be through hard work. Alternatively, CEO Min Yoongi has stated that he has never intended to date or marry for wealth, but for happiness and love.” The reporter spoke.

           Then Yoongi appeared on the screen, “I have money already, and I have a steady job so I’ll be gaining more. Why do I need to marry someone for even more money? I think that’s just ridiculous. There are more important things in relationships and in life.”

           Once again, the reported appeared and continued, “When we asked the Chairman, CEO Min’s grandfather, about his opinion on the matter, he also expressed his support and approval for this relationship. Many of the wealthy are absolutely shaken up, but for all of us normal folks, it is a sliver of hope to break down the economic barriers. The couple has accepted many exclusive interviews and has stated that all of their broadcasting fees will be donated to an organization. What an inspiration! We’ll be keeping everyone updated on this truly modern day fairytale so stay tuned.”

           Jimin snorted. “But I was the Fairy Godmother. Do I not get thanks too? Ungrateful friends.”

           "Oh? I know her!“ Jimin’s girlfriend appeared behind the counter, peeking at his phone.

           "Well, yeah. She’s all over the news.”

           "No. Look.“ she pointed at a picture on the wall.

           Jimin’s eyes widened. "What’s she doing there?”

           She chuckled, “She owns this coffee franchise. You’ve been going here every day and you didn’t know about it at all?”

           Jimin cracked up, incredulously. “That girl is truly unbelievable.”

           "Looks like something good happened?“ His girlfriend questioned curiously, as she handed him his usual three cups of coffee.

           He nodded. "Yes, something wonderful happened.”

           "What did?“

           Jimin beckoned her to come closer. His girlfriend leaned over, believing he was going to whisper it to her, but instead he kissed her cheek sweetly.

           "Chims! I’m at work!” she huffed and glanced around worriedly.

           Jimin grinned cheekily.

           "Hope happened, babe.“ His face softened. "Hope for the future.”

           "What’re you writing now?“ Yoongi peeked at what you were doing, resting his chin on your shoulder cutely. "We need to sleep early for our thousandth interview, and the bed is cold without you.”

           "I’ll be in soon. I just want to finish this bit.“ You grinned. "I’m sending in a story for publishing.”

           "Without telling me?“ Yoongi huffed and he squeezed himself onto your lap. "Let me read! Is it an autobiography?”

           "Mmm…“ Your lips curled up as you wrapped your arms around his stomach warmly as he scrolled through your document. "In a way.”

           Yoongi leaned back onto you and covered your hands with his. “What is it about?”

           "A Silver Spoon falling in love with a Farm Girl.“

           Yoongi chuckled as he played with your fingers.

           "I think it was the Farm Girl who fell in love with the Silver Spoon though.”

           "No, definitely not.“ You leaned your head against his shoulder. "She had to work hard to earn a living. She didn’t have much time for love. In the meantime, he had everything so he was able to flirt and seduce her freely.”

           Yoongi smiled gently. “No…he didn’t have everything. In fact, he actually had nothing back then.”

           "Oh?“ You glanced up at him playfully. "So…does he have everything now?”

           Yoongi grinned as he fiddled with the ring on your fourth finger.

           "Yes… he truly has everything now.“

           "Shall I spoil the ending?” You whispered teasingly.

           Yoongi nodded, his eyes twinkling with unspoken happiness.

           You giggled and held your left hand up next to his, showing off your matching rings.

           "The Farm Girl has everything now too.“ 

A Girl Called Mike - Part 2

Originally posted by highwaytosupernatural

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Word Count: About 3500

Summary: The reader disguises herself during hunting jobs as a man named Mike and has met up with the Winchesters several times. They are unaware of her true identity. Feeling they know and trust Mike, they agree to invite the reader to the bunker.

Click Here for Part 1

Warnings: Language, Violence

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions! 

Special thanks to @misguidedconqueress for the suggestions, feedback and for putting up with me! :)


“Listen, there’s something I feel like I should tell you.” You started and paused, the next words not coming out of your mouth. “This place is sick. You bring all the babes down here?” You raved, keeping up the demeanor.

“Not quite, only a few close friends know about it. We keep it pretty private.” Sam stated.

“Ah, too bad, I could totally see a pole right here.” You showed them between the war room and the library, kicking yourself mentally for taking it too far.

Dean hit Sam’s shoulder with the back of his hand. “Not a bad idea.” He agreed with a chuckle.

“Respectfully so.” You cleared your throat. “So, uh, for the Vodnik, I can go through any of these books?” You asked Sam.

“Yeah, of course, I’ll help you out.” Sam responded.

“No, I don’t want to be a burden.” You said.

“It’s okay, he gets off on it.”  Dean rationalized.

“I’m sure there is something more important for you to be doing.” You started again.

“Other than looking for another case, not really.” Sam insisted.

“Well, while you two nerds continue your sleep over, I’m going to grab some grub.” Dean joked and left for the kitchen.

“So, you got a system in place here?” You asked Sam.

“Yeah, some chronologically, others geographically.” Sam explained.

“This thing seemed to have an accent. East European.” You hypothesized.

“Okay. That gives me an idea of where we could start.” Sam concluded, grabbing some books off the shelves and handing them to you.

Not soon after you had started flipping through the pages, Dean came out with burgers and beer that no diner or bar could ever come close too.

“Oh my god,” You said with your mouth full. “This is the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”

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anonymous asked:

How would Henry cope if Scully's cancer returned? And how would Mulder? OR... how would Scully cope if something happened to Mulder, but she isn't free to drop everything and go to him? Would she want to, or would she have closed the door on that reaction? How would Henry deal with that? #TeamHenlly

Henry paces the hallway outside her room, one hand to his forehead, the other holding his phone. “Pick up, pick up,” he mutters.

Mulder does, finally. “Henry?”

“Yes. Yeah. Listen, this isn’t easy, but I’m at the hospital with Dana and I’ve got some, uh, some bad news.” He is proud of his steady voice, his steady hands.

“Is she hurt? Is she sick?” Mulder sounds almost accusatory, as though Henry has been derelict in a simple task.

“She’s sick. They…” he runs his hand through his hair, circles around the vending machine again. “They found a mass in her sinuses, Mulder.”

The silence on the other end goes on too long. “Mulder, are you there?”

“Do you know her medical history?” The words are clipped.

“She told me, told the doctors this isn’t new. But she said something about a chip, about that scar on her neck. What the hell is going on here, Mulder? I’ve never pushed her about her past, but I’m seriously in the dark here.”

There’s a heavy sigh on the other end. “It’s not my story to tell you.”

Henry, his frustration peaking after hours of obfuscation and obliqueness from Dana, slams a fist into the wall. “She’s my wife, goddammit! Whatever you two have, Mulder, whatever it is, I never pried. I trust her and I trust you and I accept it. But you need to tell me, right fucking now, what I don’t know.”

People are staring, but he doesn’t care, he feels righteous and productive.

“Henry, I-”

“You tell me,” he growls, “or I will drive over right now and beat the living shit out of you. I have a lot of impotent rage I’d like to direct somewhere.” He’s not entirely sure he can make good on this, but he thinks adrenaline will give him an advantage.




“It’s medicine,” Mulder says slowly. “The chip in her neck is some kind of medicine that stops her cancer.”

Henry is appalled, “That’s it? That’s the secret you couldn’t share? Am I losing my goddamned mind? Call the fucking manufacturer right now and get another one, for Christ’s sake!”

“It’s not that simple,” Mulder says, his voice soft. “It’s, ah, not on the market.”

“You’re telling me you know of a medicine that treats cancer effectively and you can’t get it? Is it foreign? Illegal?”

“It was a sort of custom design,” Mulder says.

“Give me an answer, a real answer. You two and your doublespeak, I swear to god…” He’s gripping his hair by the roots.

“Fine, Henry. Here it is.” There is anger in Mulder’s voice now, and Henry finds it satisfying. “Her cancer was specifically engineered to manifest if she ever took the chip out. The chip is a tracking device. I don’t know why it stopped working, but before you come over and kick my ass, you have a lot of fucking questions to ask your wife.”

Henry’s mind is reeling. He leans against the wall. “A tracking device?” he repeats. “Engineered cancer? How do you engineer cancer? Why do you engineer cancer?” He can’t process this, not this and Dana asleep in the hospital bed with a demon behind her eyes.

“Shit,” Mulder breathes. “Goddammit, Henry. How bad is she?”

“She’s weak, very thin. She kept saying it was the flu, you know how she is. But she had a few nosebleeds and went in. And here we are.”

“Yeah, I know how she is,” Mulder says, and Henry hears the pain in his words.

“There’s a man,” Mulder says. “Who knows about the chip. He might, uh, he might arrange a deal.”

Henry is baffled, but tries to swim with the current. “A deal? Why would an- never mind. Call him. I’ll pay whatever he wants, no questions asked.”

“Oh, I don’t think you can pay what he’ll want,” Mulder says. The words are measured, heavy. “But I can.”

The line goes dead.

Right (Daveed Diggs x Reader)

Word Count: 3076 (YES. BE PROUD OF ME. I know this is normal length for most authors, but it’s long for me. So just deal.)

Genre: Fluff

Request/Summary: “54 please with Daveed Diggs x reader where the reader is the hairdresser/makeup artist for the Hamilton cast and they start talking” -Anon

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: None, I think (:

A/N- This a/n’s a long one, sorry. Okay. So I know I said this is hella long, but really it’s a really tiny baby compared to 

The Greatest Gift (9279 words) by my friend @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky

To name one and there are so many more that are amazing that are like twice as long as this. It’s really good, you should read it. All of Ell’s fics are great. You should read them. And another thing (mista age of enlightenment).  @nerdalicious24 asked me to let them know when I finished, so I figured I’d just tag them. That’s it! Enjoy all!


“We haven’t talked much.” You jumped at a new voice and undid Lin’s ponytail as Daveed entered.

“Because you refuse to let me touch those curls of yours.” You responded coldly. “Sorry Lin, that one didn’t make the cut.”

“Jesus (Y/N), it doesn’t have to be perfect, I can do my own hair faster than this.” Lin groaned.

“Yeah.” Daveed said. “I can do my own hair.”

“But…” You started. “The curls!” You shifted, staring longingly at Daveed’s hair as you spritzed Lin’s new ponytail with water, running a comb through it. As a hairdresser, it wasn’t hard to notice when someone had great hair. And Daveed… had great hair.

“You’re good Lin, go kick some redcoat ass.” You said, patting Lin’s shoulder as you finished his ponytail.

“Thanks.” He grumbled, standing up.

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How today’s clip “Playing Alone” should have been:

Sana: “Give me the ball.”

Yousef: “Come and get it.”

Sana: “Seriously? I’m not in the mood Yousef. Give. Me. The ball.”

Yousef: “Seriously? I’m not in the mood Sana. Just. Come. And get it.”

Sana: “I mean it Yousef. Give me the ball. I won’t say it again.”

Yousef: “Okay. I’ll take the ball then.” Sana doesn’t respond. “And leave.” He says to make his statement clear and get some kind of reaction off of Sana. But she doesn’t respond, again.

Yousef: “Bye!”

Sana: “Bye.” Sana turns over to go get the other ball which is resting next to a wood bench. “I’m tired of your shit.” Once she gets there she takes it and starts playing by herself, this ball doesn’t bounce as well as the other does, it lacks of air, but it is enough for her to not be close to Yousef. 

He stands right where he was when he arrived while he watches Sana fail miserably twice. He goes over to Sana and takes the other ball of her hands. They are two feet apart, Sana looks over to Yousef.

Sana: “Are you kidding me?”

Yousef: “Talk to me.”

Sana: “I got nothing to say to you.”

Yousef: “Really?”

Sana: “Really.”

Yousef: “Well, it feels like you do.”

Sana: “Well I don’t.” 

They stand there, looking at each other, Yousef has a worried look, while Sana is dead serious, not angry, not sad, just plain no emotion face. She takes one ball off of Yousef’s arms and goes sit in one bench while she bounces the ball, looking at the floor, but this time you can see sadness in her eyes. She is not in the mood to play anymore.

After a minute, she hears steps coming in her direction, but she doesn’t look, she stops bouncing the ball and hugs it, still, staring at the grass. Yousef stands right in front of her resting on the wood table behind him. He waits for her to make eye contact with him, but she doesn’t. He leaves the other ball, next to Sana on the bench. He goes to the other side of the table and he drags it through the grass so there is more space in front of Sana. Once it’s far enough he goes and sits on the ground, right in front of her, he is slightly lower than her, this time she looks at him. He grins, not to much, but enough for him to show that he’s happy that she finally looked at his eyes. 

Yousef: “What did I do wrong?”

Sana: “What makes you think you did something wrong?”

Yousef: “You are not talking to me, you don’t seem happy.”

Sana: “I am happy.”

Yousef: “I can’t see that. You are not smiling.” Sana fakes a smile, not showing her teeth.

Yousef: “Is that supposed to be a smile?” He says making a quick laugh. Sana drops the smile and a “Ugh” escapes her mouth while she quits hugging the ball and leaves it next to the ball Yousef left before, she rests her back on the back of the bench and crosses her arms. She stops the eye-contact and looks at the little basketball court on her left.

Sana: “Just drop it already.” Yousef’s smile fades.

Yousef: “I’m not dropping it Sana.” She sighs. “Just tell me. Clearly I did something wrong, just tell me so I can apologize.”

Sana: “You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

Yousef: “I don’t get it.”

Sana: “That’s the deal, you don’t have to apologise for kissing Noora.” Sana realising what she just said, closes her eyes and bites her lower lip, and wishes, she didn’t acutally said that.

Yousef: “What?”

Sana: “What?”

Yousef: “You said I don’t have to apologize for kissing Noora.” Sana looked at him and a low, soft, almost inaudible “Nei” went through her lips. “You saw that?” Sana looks down bending her body towards Yousef and supporting herself with her arms on her legs, and licks her lips, her mouth got dry in seconds. “Sana, you saw that?” She takes a deep breath.

Sana: “Jo.”

Yousef takes of his hat, and runs his hand through his hair. 

Yousef: “Faen.” He said it almost copying the “Nei” Sana said a few seconds back. He starts to pull out the grass in front of his feet. They stay quiet for minutes, three? Four?

Sana: “I just don’t understand why you did it. I mean, I do, she is pretty, of course you would kiss her…”

Yousef: “Can I explain?” 

Sana: “You don’t owe me an explanation Yousef.”

Yousef: “I kinda do though…” He sighs. “To be honest, I don’t even have an explanation for myself, I mean I do, it’s just not a good one.” She looks at him, but he doesn’t. “That Friday I thought you were mocking me…”

Sana: “Why?” she interrupts with a sad tone. This time he looks at her.

Yousef: “Because I had told you about Even, and then he was at the Karaoke, and I thought you hadn’t took me seriously, like you invited us just because you wanted me to see Even and create tension, I don’t know… It just felt wrong, so wrong.”

Sana: “But that wasn’t my intention…”

Yousef: “I know, I know that now. I’m sorry for assuming things…”

Sana: “You don’t have to say sorry, I probably would’ve assume that too. Sorry.”

He shows a little grin, so she knows it’s okay.

Yousef: “So, I was angry at you, and I just thought: you know, if she is this kind of person, I might as well forget about her, she’s not as I thought she was.” Sana looks away, although those are feelings that were because of a misunderstanding, it still hurts to know that he felt like this about her. “After you left because of the fight…”

Sana: “You should’ve come with me. You left me alone Yousef.” She needed to get it off her chest.  

Yousef: “I know… I’m sorry, I just…”

Sana: “You were angry at me.” She closes her eyes while she says that.

Yousef: “I’m sorry…”

Sana: “It’s okay.” Of course it wasn’t, she knows that although he was angry at her he should’ve come with her, Noora could’ve go with her, she heard it too, but she was angry at her. What a surprise. 

Yousef: “So… after you left, Noora and I started talking, and I mean… I like Noora” Sana stops breathing, Yousef notices it and tries to explain it better. “Not romantically, as a person, she doesn’t look like a bad person” Sana starts breathing again. “And after a while talking, she just kissed me, I was shocked at first but then I just went through with it. But then I realized, that I didn’t know why I was doing it, I didn’t and I don’t have feelings for her, I’m not the kind of person that kisses someone for the LOLs, it felt wrong and pointless and it didn’t got me anything but hurting you. I’m so sorry Sana” Sana still isn’t able to look at him, she just nods to let him know that she heard everything. 

Sana: “Does she know?” Yousef frowns “Does she know that you don’t have feelings for her?”

Yousef: “Yes, absolutely. I told her it didn’t mean anything and that it was a mistake. She apologized and left.” Sana nods again. “You are not looking at me Sana” She turns her head in his direction and looks at his eyes, she grins.

Sana: “I’m looking at you now.” Yousef smiles. 

Yousef: “So… you forgive me?”

Sana: “There is nothing to forgive Yousef. Did it hurt me? Yes. Will it take some time for the pain to stop? Probably yes. But I’m not angry at you, so don’t worry about it okay, I will deal with it on my own.” 

Yousef: “Okay? But I’m still sorry.”

Sana: “Okay.” They stare at each other for a moment.

Yousef: “Are we cool?”

Sana: “Yes, we are cool” 

Yousef smiles and lets out a little “Great”, while he gets a message from Elias, he takes his phone and reads it.

Yousef: “Elias is looking for me, I should go” Sana nods and gets up and takes the balls of the bench while Yousef puts his phone back in his pocket, when Sana turns over to Yousef his left arm is streched out. “Little help here?” 

Sana lets out a little laugh and leaves the ball that she is holding with his left arm on the bench again, reaches out to Yousef’s hand and helps him get up. Once he is standing in front of her he doesn’t let go of her hand, neither does she. After thirty seconds or so he slowly gets closer to Sana’s face and gently kisses her on the cheek.

Yousef: “Bye”

Sana: “Bye”

Sana lets go of Yousef hand and they both smile. After that Yousef leaves the little basketball court, Sana smiles.

After that clip we just got I felt like I needed to write something that has Yousana fluff and that we still got a bit of answers. I kind of guessed the whole kiss thing, I really don’t know why it happened but it’s the only thing that came up to mind, I haven’t talked about the fight because I really don’t know what happened, so addressing that was going to turn out really bad haha. 


I am form Spain so sorry if I made awful mistakes writing in English.

Anyway, hope you guys liked it and again, sorry if was disrespectful towards Islam and muslims. And happy Ramadan <3

Number 5 | Alfie Solomons

Request: @tomhiddleeston I was wondering if you could do a sort of continuation of the Pregnancy oneshot where Reader and Alfie’s child is taking their first step or something at the bakery? Or Alfie takes their child to the bakery for the first time and Reader gets mad haha

“We need to give her a name… it’s been a few days, Alf”



“Git for short.”

“We’re not calling our daughter bloody Blume-Gitte.”

“Love, it’s Jewish. You can’t—“

“I can and I bloody well will. No.”

“All right then, ‘ow bout Betty?”

“She’s not a middle-aged washer woman either.”

“Now that’s just rude, that is, pet.”

“Well, I’d like it if you took this seriously. Not something off the top of your head, like the dogs. Biscuit, Sherbet… Tommy.”

“Oi, right, listen. They weren’t off the top of me ‘ead, was they? They were very well thought out.”


“You tryin’ to tell me that those names don’t suit.”

You thought about it for a minute and you couldn’t think of a smart response. He was right.

“Thought so.”

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MTV Scream Preference: Halloween Together


It’s Halloween today where I am, and I wanted to get more into the spirit by making up some quick headcanons for these characters. Hope you guys like it!

A/N: I know most of the couple costumes include boy/girl (most couple costumes that I looked up are like that. But that doesn’t mean that you dress up in a masculine/feminine way. If I said it’s Donald and Daisy Duck you could easily be Donald in a dress/skirt and vice versa. I feel like al of them would be comfortable with that and wouldn’t question it.

I just wanted to point that out because I know it would mess with me.

Emma Duval:

Originally posted by lunelesbian

  • After everything that happened she DID NOT want to do something scary.
  • So instead you decided to celebrate it with the cheesy side of things
  • You guys had a couple’s costume (Wendy and Peter Pan) and handed out the candy to the trick or treaters
  • You guys were the cheesy ones that the little kids loved because you found something nice to say about all of their costumes and were really sweet
  • “Awwww look Y/N it’s a superhero! Lakewood has to be safe now”
  • In between trick or treaters you guys would be cuddled on the couch watching cutesy Halloween movies
  • Nightmare before Christmas, Hocus Pocus, Casper, Halloweentown
  • All the works
  • You had the volume on high in order to prevent any sounds that might mess with her outside
  • You guys fell asleep halfway through your list of movies
  • Maggie came home from work and had found you two adorable
  • She was really happy that you helped Emma celebrate the holiday even after everything had happened

Brooke Maddox

Originally posted by patrickramoray

  • You think this girl doesn’t want to drag you to a costume party????
  • She invented costume parties.
  • And does it really count as dragging her S/O if it’s her party????
  • No. Not according to Brooke.
  • She threw a costume party the day before Halloween (kept the list pretty small) 
  • It’s actually pretty tame.
  • You guys both dress up as the Incredibles
  • You head over to her house again when it’s actually Halloween
  • She splurges on the Halloween candy for the kids (each one gets like two handfuls)
  • Brooke has to keep herself from squealing whenever she sees someone dressed as a princess
  • She isn’t able to stop herself when she sees an Ariel
  • “Y/N that was my favorite princess when I was younger!”
  • Legit tears up when she closes the door
  • You guys go trick or treating when you run out of candy
  • You don’t get a lot (because it’s really late), but you guys have tons of fun

Noah Foster

Originally posted by cchriscolfer

  • Horror. Movie. Marathon.
  • Sppppoooookkkyy movies
  • You guys set out the candy, head over to where he works (grab snacks on the way) and binge on them
  • You are literally surrounded by blankets on that couch with candy and popcorn surrounding you
  • Oh… and did I mention… scary movies?
  • You better have seen these ones beforehand because Noah is gonna talk to you through all of them
  • “You know there’s actually a conspiracy theory on the internet that this….”
  • You hear that fifty times
  • You don’t care because his eyes light up so much when he talks about them
  • You guys mostly watch supernatural/paranormal ones (avoid serial killers) because… Lakewood….

Jake Fitzgerald ( I l o v e d writing this one)

Originally posted by screamtrilogy

  • You guys dress up as a pair of devils
  • “Jake what’s your costume?”
  • “… A devil? We talked about it Y/N-”
  • “You can’t dress up as something you are everyday Jake,”
  • “…”
  • Cue overdramatic face with a hand on the heart
  • You guys do really really really innocent pranks as Halloween comes closer
  • Like you guys seriously think it through on whether or not it crosses ANY lines
  • You guys play it safe and do things like the shocking ring, whoopee cushion, putting random flavoring in their drinks so they drink their water and spit it out bc now it tastes like cherry????
  • You guys pranked Noah by making up a really really bad rap and naming it as a Morgue podcast draft on his computer
  • “Thiiiiisss is Fitzgerald.” “And L/N!” 
  • “And you better not forget to be sppooooookkkkyyy today…”
  • “Boo!”
  • (Best lines out of the entire thing you dorks)
  • But you changed the rest of the file’s names so he had to listen to them all in order to figure out which one was the draft he had to edit
  • (Realizes that wasn’t the only rap)
  • “Hey Foster you came for our comeback rap!”
  • “We know we’re just that good!”
  • You guys try to make those DIY Halloween snacks while listening to Halloween music
  • End up dancing to the music more than cooking.
  • You don’t finish any of the recipes

Audrey Jensen

Originally posted by crazy-in-love-emrey

  • You guys are going trick or treating.
  • It’s said. And it’s done.
  • You guys are Jack and Sally from the Nightmare before Christmas
  • “Oooohhh Audrey can I have that Kit Kat?”
  • “What? No. Get your own Kit Kat”
  • “Auuuuddrreeeyyyy”
  • You have to trade in order to get the KIt Kat
  • Audrey definitely takes her video camera out every once in awhile in order to get clips of you while Trick or Treating because she thinks you are adorable
  • If anything scares you while you guys are out Audrey wraps her arm around your shoulder
  • Mumbles insults to those people
  • “Come near us again chainsaw guy I dare you…”
  • You both go to her house afterwards and dump out your candy on the floor after most of the candy in the blocks around you are done
  • You guys watch the cheesy Halloween specials on TV
  • Munching on candy the entire time
  • You two are gonna get cavities…

Zoe Vaughn (because she’s my babe and why aren’t there more gifs of her)

Originally posted by dailyscreamedits

  • Took a picture of just the two of you tooOkay but…. I feel like she’s an older sister….

  • So she WANTED to go hang out with you at your house watching a few movies before heading to a costume party

  • But her Mom got sick and couldn’t take her little sister and brother out trick or treating (They were the Tweedledee and Tweedledum)

  • So Zoe called you as she got in her Alice in Wonderland costume (she was not letting it go to waste) to cancel

  • You told her that you’d go with her. Got dressed in your costume (Mad Hatter) and the two of you went out trick or treating

  • Zoe actually had a lot of fun

  • You two would take her brother and sister up to the scary looking houses when they were too scared to go by themselves

  • You guys got candy

  • You both stared at each other shocked when it first happened…

  • … Neither of you thought you would get candy because you were older…

  • You went with them to every house after that because you were gonna get candy if they offered it

  • (Some houses gave you guys extra because you were a group costume)

  • When it started getting later you guys headed to her house

  • The little ones almost fell asleep as soon as they got home

  • Zoe made them take a picture that had all four of you because she thought it was adorable

  • You and Zoe sat in the living room eating your candy and watching the horror movies that were on while you cuddled
Fili x Reader: Insecure

Originally posted by fili-raffe

(Wow, sorry for the big gif!  I’m running out of good Fili gifs to use for imagines/one-shots…  Btw gif is not mine!)

Request: Where reader is crippled and is in courting relationship with Fili.

(Author’s Note:   Credit to the lovely person who made this amazing request!  I must say that I’ve never written anything like this before, and I was all over the place with emotion!  Giggling, crying, etc… It was definitely an experience!  I hope you like it!)  

    A pleasant hum escaped your lips as familiar fingers ran through your hair.  Fili sat behind you, gently  separating the strands into sections for braiding.  The two of you were enjoying a peaceful afternoon in a sitting room within Erebor.  Your eyes fluttered shut as you just enjoyed the feeling of having your hair braided.

    The Quest for Erebor had been completed several months ago.  Fili and you had been courting since shortly after the Battle of the Five armies. Azog had been defeated, but at a cost.  Many of the dwarves returned to the halls of Erebor terribly injured, including Fili, Kili, and Thorin.  It was a relief that everyone had survived.  Even you had not escaped without wounds of your own.  But your injuries had lasting effects…

    When Fili asked to braid your hair for the first time as a sign of courtship, you had refused.  Deep down you were afraid that he was doing it out of pity over the fact that you could not walk anymore.  You feared it was pity, not love, that motivated him.  It was heart-breaking because you had cared for him long before the end of the quest. It was somewhere along the journey to Erebor that you realized your feelings.  You hoped that that he would return your feelings, but then the battle happened.  You suffered an injury from Azog that left you unable to walk.  All hopes were dashed.  It was life-changing, to say the least.  You had been a strong and capable warrior, and now…

    But Fili, with help of the rest of the Company, made you realize that he had cared for you long before the battle.  Your situation didn’t change how any of them felt about you.  It didn’t change who you were.  It didn’t change the fact that you had helped to reclaim Erebor.  It changed none of those things.  And so, you were beyond happy to enter into a courtship with Fili. No doubt your new life in Erebor had been an adjustment.  But the Company helped you through it.  Fili reminded you every day that your wounds did not end your days as a warrior.  Every day you were a fighter.

    And yet, you could not dismiss the doubts that came to mind every now and then.  How would the people of Erebor feel about their future queen with these…circumstances?  Would they even consider you fit to rule?

    It was unfortunate that your hair-braiding session had turned from a pleasant experience to something rather anxiety-filled as these thoughts plagued you.  Fili finished off the last braid and clipped on a silver bead to hold it together.

    “There you are,” he said finally, wrapping his arms around you from behind.  “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of braiding your hair.”

   “I should hope not,” you mumbled.  “Considering you’re the only one who can.”

    He went quiet for a moment, seemingly sensing a change in your tone.  A few minutes ago, the two of you had been chatting happily about your day. “Is something wrong, Amralime?”

    The nickname always softened you up.  And he knew it, too.  That dork…

    “Nothing,” you replied smoothly, trying to act as nonchalant as possible as you fiddled with the sleeve of your dress.  “I just have some things on my mind.”

    “Like what?”

    “Oh, just things.”

    A  chuckle rumbled from his throat, and he leaned forward slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder.  “Really, _________.  You can tell me what’s on your mind.  Perhaps I can help.”

    “Well…”  You sighed, mentally debating whether you should bring it up.  If you didn’t talk to someone about it, it would surely bother you for some time.  And who better to talk to than Fee?  “I don’t think I’m fit to be a future queen of Erebor.  Not with my situation,” you blurted.

    Fili turned his head to look at you with concerned eyes.  “We’ve been over this…”

    “No, we haven’t.  We’ve discussed how my injury doesn’t change the way you feel about me.  I know that now, that you and the Company love me no matter what.  But I’m worried about the people.  They need security.  To know that their future queen will be able to handle such a responsibility.”

    “________,” he said seriously.  “You are more than capable of handling the responsibility.  Do you know why?”

    “No, please enlighten me.”

    “Well,” he paused, leaning forward to place a kiss on your cheek.  “You are smart and clever.  I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone else who has a witty remark or quip for everything I say.”  You couldn’t help but giggle at his comment.  Fili smiled and leaned the other way to kiss your other cheek.  “You’re strong and brave.  You prove that every day.”  And he tipped your chin so your lips met his.  “And you care about the people.  I’d say you are most definitely qualified for the job.  Are you convinced yet?”

    “I don’t know,” you said slyly.  “I may need just a little more convincing.”

    He chuckled again and gave you another kiss.  “And now?”

    “I am thoroughly convinced.”  

Reader x Daveed Diggs

“Foot”note: This is set before Hamilton actually opens, to begin with

Fact: you are awesome

Word Count: about 7,300

P.S.: I literally spent an hour and a half fighting with Grammarly and the internet to get this finished up for you AND I was doing this from about 10:30 to midnight after I have taken some serious knock me out cough medicne. It might suck at the end where I wrote the last of it after taking the medicine.

requested “I digg you” pun in a daveed x reader by @ocean-marina

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Word count: 1697

Author’s note: So, here’s one of the promised works, woohooo! My pack told me they aren’t familiar with the series, so it makes me even more excited to be able to introduce you to the astonishing world of House MD. :3 (Those of you who have never heard of the series: you might want to take a look at this video. I spent quite a bit of time with picking out the best that more or less sums up this complex series, and in the end, I settled on this one.) As for the picture, I’m not even the tiniest bit sorry ;) (I have a thing for uniforms and suits, seriously… if this is a disease then I’m incurably infected.)

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Again, thank you your work, sweets!! ❤️


Your name: submit What is this?

I don’t have to hurry now, because we don’t have a new patient at the moment. Our last one was sent out of Princeton-Plainsboro safe and sound two days ago, and since then, I haven’t seen my boss’s—Gregory House’s—face. My colleagues have been busy with minor jobs, so the privilege of being in charge instead of House landed on me in the end; I have to take care of his private hours to deal with people who come to see a doctor for an illness as simple as a flu or a running nose. Of course, it was inevitable that Cuddy grew suspicious after she found everything perfectly documented and done in connection with that genius man’s consultation hours—hence, after one of the controls, she entered the room, only to find me sitting with the notepad overlapping my thighs, papers in hand, faking House’s signature on each one of them.

Since then, I’ve been forbidden to take care of the people and do House’s job instead of him, which is why my current task is to try to reach him through his phone and pray him back into the hospital to do his work properly instead of having me do it for him—but I know the only way to coax him back is finding a new case, but it’s not as easy as one might think; finding something that genuinely piques House’s interest is like looking for a needle in a hayrick.

Right now, I’m standing at the nurses’ desk with a random person’s file in hand, roaming over the lines idly just to kill the much time on my hands with my phone plastered between my cheek and shoulder to keep it in place, waiting for the dialling tone to end and hear House speak on the other end of the line—which never seems to happen.

Exhaling an exasperated breath, I place the document back into the folder holder before deciding to head to the ER. I need to find something to do, even if just a quick job, otherwise I’ll most likely go nuts by the end of the day due to a fried brain. I adjust the white labcoat and my ID card clipped to it, before picking up a stethoscope to hang it in my neck. Upon entering the ER, I look around to see a few nurses dealing with all the patients. Thankfully, upon scanning the area, I notice Allison Cameron; without thinking, I approach her in hopes she could help me, albeit she’s busy on her own.

“Hey, Cameron,” I greet her. She doesn’t even look at me, being too preoccupied with removing broken splinters of glass from a man’s skin with a tweezer.

“Lockwood,” she replies, only with a quick glance cast at me with a small smile in the corner of her mouth, then her blue gaze is already gone, focused back on her patient, resuming her task at hand.

“Do you have something for me?” I ask with just a touch too much desperation in my tone. I find myself cracking my knuckles in anticipation in the pockets of my gown.

“House is not back yet, is he?” She forms that as a question, but I have a feeling she meant that to rather be a declaration. She knows House like she knows the back of her hand—all those years she’s spent working for the man, she’s gotten used to his erratic behaviour.

“Nope. And he won’t pick his phone up either.”

“And he won’t do that unless he has a good reason to,” she points out the obvious to me; that much I know, too.

“So do you have or don’t have?” I insist stubbornly. I can’t let everyone just shake me off because it would be too inconvenient for them to find a task for me. I’m an intern, that’s part of what they are supposed to do for me. After a couple moments of contemplation, Cameron offers, “A police officer was transited here not ten minutes ago. Gunshot wound.”

“Where do I find him?” I ask immediately. She points behind me with a mild jerk of her chin, and I turn to see my new patient, but instead of himself, I find myself looking at a pale turquoise curtain. I hastily pick up every tool I’ll need to take care of the officer; I arrange everything on a metal tray before taking off towards the cop. Tucking the curtain away, I finally see him—laying on the bed, palms covering his body where the bullet passed through his skin, wide eyes now trained on me after his attention was attracted at me by the loud swoosh.

To be honest, when I was told that a member of the force was shot, I expected anything but an arrest-worthily stunning man. I thought I would find myself face to face with a tad obese man who consumes too many doughnuts during the free periods in his shift, maybe in his late forties, too—but instead of that, my patient is an attractive man with firm tones and a sculpted body. When I glance down at his chart where a nurse has previously written his data, I quickly calculate in my mind that he’s twenty-six. Years before I joined health-care, such a scenario had already been on my bucket list, but I wouldn’t have dared to think it would come true once.

Looking back into his eyes, a shiver runs down my spine when I notice how much his gaze has changed—now it conveys anger and impatience, and I would like to believe it’s not because of me, but because he was shot and is now frustrated that he can’t do justice in town.

“It takes ten minutes to treat a cop on the ER?” His voice stings me to the core, but I choose not to let his bitter remark get to me—just because he has a bad day, doesn’t mean mine has to be ruined, too. Instead of biting back something in response, I jovially smile at him as I set the tray down beside the hospital bed he’s occupying, after closing the curtain back behind me. The loud smack of the rubber gloves sharply reverberate around us as I’m putting them on.

“I imagine you don’t get to handle everything all at once, either,” I can’t resist commenting, but there’s no actual heat behind it. That seems to have the desired effect on him, though, because his stiff posture softens, tension apparently seeping out of his frame. I reach for a small cloud of cotton that I drench in the disinfectant just moments later. I grab the piece with a tweezer, then move to treat the abused area of the man’s skin. He pops the buttons on his uniform without a word, opening the garment up and revealing his naked upper body to me. It sways me a little, but I gain my strength back quickly. “This may hurt a little,” I say gently, but I must sound like I’m trailing off—and I probably am, because I’m transforming into the detached doctor I’m supposed to be at the moment.

The tiniest hiss is what I get in return to my warning as soon as the puffy material touches the wound. After I’m ready, I launch into fishing out the bullet from his body—no operation is needed, because it’s not in too deep, thanks to the bulletproof vest he wore, but had taken off before I approached him—now it’s laying on the chair stood next to his bed, long forgotten. The officer’s torso is covered in blood, and the more ministrations I do, the messier it gets, so from time to time I need to swipe him clean.

The silence settled between us is just stretching and stretching, none of us seems to have any intentions of breaking it anytime soon. Thus, the sounds of the rest of the ER encompass us—the intermittently ringing phones, the general hustle and bustle of people, patients and nurses included, a voice calling Dr. Wright to head to the nurses’ desk through the speaker, and conversations that are muted to low buzzing in our ears.

For some reason, I feel tempted to ask him how he got shot, so after a short consideration, I do just that. His answer throws me for a loop, however.

“I don’t know.”

“How can you possibly not know that?” I ask before I could stop myself and think otherwise. My hand stopped over his wound without my consent, but the bullet is out of him, and I only need to stitch him up now, so it’s fine. He doesn’t take my question personally—more so, he seems embarrassed about it. I instantly say it’s never mind, and go to resume my work, getting ready the needle and the thread, when he abruptly speaks up again. For some reason, it gives me the sense that he feels like sharing right now; not just anything, but his darkest secret, and he thinks I’m the perfect recipient of his honesty.

“I have no clue what happened. Suddenly I blacked out, then the next thing I know is that I’m in an ambulance on my way to the hospital.”

My eyebrows knit together in confusion, but refrain from commenting anything this time. I do ask him, “Did you black out after being shot or before that?”

The officer purses his lips into a thin line, apparently deep in thought to give me a plausible response. He ends up answering, “I’m not sure.”

The words barely leave his mouth when I’m muttering in a flurry, “Wait a second, I need to make an important call,” pulling off the gloves from my hands clumsily, while I’m already trying to reach for my cell phone. I put distance between the man and me, phone already plastered to my cheek and my other hand covering my free ear, find an abandoned and remotely silent corner outside of the ER, then wait for the dialling tone to stop before starting to talk.

“House, I think I found us a new case.”

But Seriously, Though, You Liked the Hat?

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 2945

Warnings: Saccharine fluff. Sorry not sorry. Scattered plot (is this a warning?) I still suck at titles.

Summary: The reader and the Winchesters have been on a case that has been going on for quite some time. In their eagerness to follow a lead, they stumble upon some witches. Dean’s plan backfires on him a bit, and suddenly, he’s a baby. The reader takes care of him. 

A/N: This is my entry for @deals-with-demons 200 follower challenge. Congrats, Sarah! Hope you like it! (I’m running right down to the wire here. Guess who took too many hours this semester.) I had one thing in mind when I took the prompt, which is bolded below, but this one kinda just took over. It’s just a little something. It’s unbeta’d, so all the mistakes are mine. Italics are reader’s thoughts. Feedback is always welcome and is more than appreciated! Thanks for reading!

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

What have I gotten myself into?

Life with the Winchesters was not all you’d thought it would be. The men who managed to keep the world from ending couldn’t manage to keep from bickering with each other. Constantly. The men who managed to kill monsters for a living couldn’t manage to kill a spider. Ever. The men who managed to clean up crime scenes after a hunt couldn’t manage to clean up… well, anything, really. The men who managed to always have near perfect aim couldn’t manage to aim for the laundry basket. Or the trashcan. The list of things they couldn’t manage to do was ever growing.

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feels like home - two

bughead fanfiction – unbeta’d – chp 2/2 - based off this post thread


“It’s a funny thing coming home.
Nothing changes. Everything looks
the same, feels the same, even
smells the same. You realize what’s
changed, is you.”
—Eric Roth


Jughead knows exactly what happened, but he asks anyway.

Leaning against his office desk, staring pointedly at the twelve-year-old across from him in his chair, his daughter sits, her face pinched with guilt and irritation at being questioned.  

“So,” he crosses his arms over his chest with a stern face. “Let’s hear it.”

“What?” Julie grumbles, mimicking his position and leveling her gaze with his.

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Starting Over Again

“request: “HEY! so i just wanted to request an angsty kihyun fic in which he is a member of an assassin group and it just so happens that you are his target but he does not that you are actually an assassin as well. TYSM😘!!” -anon

ship: Kihyun x [y/n]

genre: angst

word count:



Originally posted by monstaxscenariosx

“Caught you by surprise, didn’t I?” 

Kihyun’s breath hitched when he felt the cold surface of your blade on his throat. It was an unexpected turn of events. He was supposed to be in your position right now but sadly, he was in your position, the one who’s probably gonna lose his life.

“You’re also an assassin, huh?” His voice was filled with bitterness that he could even taste the metallic taste of his blood seeping out from his busted lip. “I am and I think it’s a bad decision for you to choose me as your target, Yoo Kihyun.”

Totally bewildered at the fact that you know his name, his eyes stared right into yours while staring at both of your reflections in the mirror right in front of the two of you. “You seriously don’t remember me, do you?

Do I know her? Kihyun mentally asked himself, trying to recall any particular memory to give him some hints of who you really are. Glancing down at your hand, the sight of a silver ring got all of his memories rushing back like a current.

“[y/n]?” His voice trailed off as he reaches up to your hand, slowly wrapping his fingers around your hand with tears welling up on the corner of his eyes.

Kihyun listlessly dragged his whole body towards the conference room where he was summoned by their leader, Shownu. Having the doors opened for him, he wasn’t too happy to see the red folder right in front of Shownu. 

He knew he was gonna get his hands covered with blood again. It has always been that way. Kihyun, the most wanted assassin for killing hundreds of well-known people. “What is it this time, Hyunwoo?”

It was rare to hear Kihyun call Shownu by his real name, and when Kihyun calls Shownu by his real name, it was obvious that Kihyun didn’t want to do the work that’s being thrown at him. It has actually reached to a point that Kihyun was sick and tired of taking away countless lives when he, himself, doesn’t even know why they had to be killed.

“I need you to kill her for me.”

Shownu didn’t waste any time and showed Kihyun a picture of you and a list of information about you. Glancing down on your picture, he felt his heart skip a beat for a second and that really bothered him.

There was something about your picture that he couldn’t pinpoint. Was it because he was reminded of someone whom he had long forgotten about? Was it because you looked too familiar for him? His eyes read all of the information written down on the piece of paper, pushing it away after memorizing a couple of information.

“When do you want me to start?” Kihyun leans back in his chair, an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. The sun was still up and he just got back from another mission last night. Shownu somewhat had a miserable look on his face when he stared at Kihyun.

Doesn’t he remember her? Shownu thought as he took a hold of the folder. “You can start whenever you feel like it.” 

“Alright, I’ll be heading out tonight and I think I might need that information sheet for me to study this afternoon.”

Nodding his head in approval, Shownu rips the paper off the clip and hands it directly to Kihyun. Turning around to leave the place, Kihyun was brought to a stop by Shownu’s question.

“Doesn’t she look familiar to you?”

Shaking his head in disapproval, Kihyun didn’t think twice but to continue his way out. Sadly looking at Kihyun’s retreating back, Shownu slumps his whole body in his chair and lets out a deep sigh, wishing that Kihyun had never taken the job.

“Isn’t it sweet of you to finally remember me, Kihyun?” You blatantly asked as you just let his warm hands take a hold of yours but despite his sudden skinship, you never brought your guard down.

Memories of the two of you came rushing into Kihyun. The time when the two of you were happy in each other’s arms, enjoying each other’s warmth and touch…. but only to be destroyed once he entered MX. 

“You’re still wearing our wedding ring?” Kihyun sadly asked as he looked over to his wife, wondering why he never seemed to remember you when he saw your picture. Was it because his mind decided to bury that happy memory at the back of his head to keep him emotionally stable? Was it to keep him at bay? or was it to keep him away from hurting himself over and over again?

Scoffing at his own words, you only pressed the blade harder on his throat, slowly cutting through the first layer of his skin. “Pathetic, isn’t it? Even though here I am, holding a knife around your neck ready to kill you, I’m still wearing our damned wedding ring… knowing that our marriage had already died five years ago.”

Both of your chests were burning with sadness. It was a tragic ending for the two of you. You were taken away by people whom he never knew and he was taken away from you by MX. “What happened to you? Why are you an assassin?”

Glancing back at your reflection, he knew that the old [y/n] was long gone and was replaced by someone whom he never expected to meet. A new [y/n] who’s practically fine with killing people, having her hands stained with corrupted blood, and being heartless. 

You hated things like killing people when the two of you were still young and happy. But now, it was different… especially when Kihyun left you. You trained so hard in order to just meet him one day during some mission. You hoped that one day the two of you might meet with hearts still beating for each other and now is actually that day.

But the day when the two of you are up on each other’s throats, trying to kill each other. You fell silent when you heard his voice filled with concern and sadness. Why did you become an assassin in the first place, though? Was it because you wanted to run away from the pain that he’s caused you?

“I don’t know…” you whispered against his ears before making your hand go limp, pulling the blade away from his throat. “I… I can’t do this.” You angrily muttered as you tried to fight back the tears that were threatening to fall.

Feeling a lump in his throat, Kihyun wipes away the blood on his neck before pulling you into his arms. Oh, how long have he yearned to have you in his arms once again. Burying your face into his chest, you unconsciously wrapped your arms around him and burst out crying. 

“Why did you leave me?” Your cry was muffled in his chest, only to bring Kihyun to tears. “I never meant to leave you, [y/n].” Kihyun whispered as he slowly remembered why he left you in the first place.

“Kihyun, you do know that [y/n]’s in danger because of you right?” Wonho asked as he roughly places both of his hands on his shoulder. “I know…” Kihyun lifelessly replied with his eyes lowered to the ground. “And you do know how to keep her safe?”

Of course, Kihyun knew how to keep you safe but it was in a harsh way. If he joins MX, then he would be reassured that you’d be taken care of their sister assassin group, a group of people that he doesn’t even know about. But it also meant that he wouldn’t be able to see you again.

“Okay fine….” Kihyun gave up at the thought of you being in danger. Glancing towards your sleeping figure, Kihyun heaves out a sigh and mutter a sorry before glancing back up to Wonho.

“I’m in.”

Kihyun then tightens his grip around your, his shaky breath glossing over your neck as his tears have already betrayed him. “I’m sorry… but it was only one way to keep you safe, [y/n]…”

“Safe?” you scoffed as you pushed him away. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He never knew what happened to you. He never knew what struggles and beating that you’ve gone through to become an assassin… which you never wished to become.

“Do you call having my back whipped by some woman safe?! Do you call having my body filled with bruises safe?! Tell me, Kihyun, is everything that I’ve been through safe to you?!”

Gaping at the words that he just took in, Kihyun looks at you with eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “They did that?”

“They freaking did, Kihyun, they freaking did! And you know what, I had to freaking fight for this wedding ring so that I wouldn’t lose the only thing that reminded me that you were mine and you loved me.”

Looking down at his hands, he sadly twists the ring on his left hand before he softly mutters a sorry. “This is pointless..” you exasperatedly said as you walked towards him, grabbing his hand before placing the knife on his palm.

Just end it here, honey. I know what’ll happen if you don’t finish your mission.” 

Kihyun’s eyes widened in fear as he frantically shook his head in disapproval, throwing the knife away from the two of you. “No. I’m not gonna kill you…. [y/n], please, we can fix this. Let’s run away!”

You sadly smiled at him before letting out a shaky breath, “We can’t… we both know that they’ll be able to track us down and punish us once they find us.” Kihyun takes a hold of your hand, his vision blurred by the tears in his eyes.

“Let’s leave everything behind, [y/n]! We can be that happy couple we used to be and grow a family together!” 

Hearing those words were comforting enough to make you smile at him sincerely. You slowly remove his hands off of yours before cupping his cheeks. His tears were brimming down his cheeks, his lips were starting to swell from crying and you’ve never felt so broken to see him like that.

“I love you so much, honey, but I can’t do that… I know that we’ll be both dead if we ever try to run away.” 

“We can change our identity, [y/n]! We can fucking change it…. please… Let’s just live a normal life with mini me and mini you running around our house, I’m sick and tired of this life… please… just run away with me.”

Kihyun was literally sobbing as he leaned into your touch. He was right… the thought of that having a family with him felt magical that it sent butterflies in your tummy. Imagining what Kihyun just said made you change your mind. Taking his lips with your own, you couldn’t help but smile at the feelings of his on yours after how many years.

Pulling away from the kiss, Kihyun leaned his forehead against yours before sniffing. His gaze was soft and was filled with so much emotions. Tracing your fingers on his lips, you couldn’t help but smile before letting the words, that could change both of your lives, out from your mouth, making him burst out into a smile.

“Alright.. let’s run away and leave this all behind us.” 

“No one puts baby in a corner” (Peter Quill x reader)

A/N: Cinco! Part five of my Peter Quill story. If you want to jam along with this fight scene click here

Part uno, dos, tres, cuatros

Warnings: language, Groot cuteness, a lot of violence, mentions of death, other than that just the inference of sex

Originally posted by takasukis

“Wooooow,” you said over exaggeratedly. Peter and the dealer stopped talking to look at you. “You must really think we are desperate here.”

“This is a rare item. Not-“ You put a finger to his lips to shut him up.

“Don’t insult me. I know what this item is worth. It is not worth going three moon systems over to steal from a high security vault like you’re suggesting to give you something you are only going to sell to some scum I will have to hunt down later. That is way more exhausting than any supplement is worth.”

“These promise power.” He seethed.

“I got plenty of power with or without.” You smiled cockily before flipping the dealer over the counter. Just like that shots sprayed the air as Peter knocked you to the floor.

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Thumping Walls

For my dearest friend Courtnie. @notacleverxfileshandle You asked for the pairing and then you wanted more. Cheers to blue concoctions and drunken words. 

Rating: R (NSFW) 
Word Count: 2,698 

Scully slurped down her fifth…or sixth bright blue drink. She didn’t know what it was called; just that it was sweet and smooth and tasted like blue raspberries. She had clipped her hair back by this point. A sheer layer of sweat was on her neck; her cheeks flushed. She had been dancing with her old college gal pal, Lauren. Lauren was one of the few left that didn’t have a family or boyfriend, but somehow she had managed to get a few of them rounded together. The others were some of her co-workers. Scully couldn’t remember their names.

Lauren plopped on the stool next to her, “I am getting too old for this,” She laughed as the loud music thumped around them. She ran the back of her hand along her forehead.

Scully smiled and signaled for another one and one for Lauren, “Where are the rest of the girls?” She asked, slurring.

“Are you sure you should have another one?” Lauren asked as she eyed her with concern. Scully knew that Lauren was nowhere near her level of drunk.  

“Yessssss,” She hummed and thanked the bartender as her hand gripped the cold glass, “I am hot and young and do you have a cigarette?” Scully giggled. She watched Lauren sip her drink with a wince. 

“Holy shit that is strong. I got a few left. Let’s go outside Dana.” Lauren smirked, grabbing Scully’s purse off the bar top.

“Why?” Scully pouted, “We can smoke in here!” She took a large gulp of her drink and hiccupped. She looked at Lauren’s outfit and smiled, “You’re black dress is sooooo cute!” She giggled, “See? Even that hot guy over there is smoking in here. I can get a cigarette from him!” Scully pursed her lips and rested her chin in the palm of her hand.

“I think you could use some fresh air.” Scully shrugged and stood on wobbly feet; steadying herself against the bar.

“Whoa!” She giggled, slightly crashing into Lauren, “I wanna dance!” She sang out as Heart Breaker started to blast through the speakers. Scully struggled to wiggle her hips as she bumbled around with every step.

Lauren bit her lip, “I think that we should go have a cigarette,” She said and walked towards the door with her as she supported her slightly.

“Okay!” Scully sang. She stumbled out with Lauren, spilling most of her drink over her hand and on to the floor. She giggled and licked the sticky blue concoction off of her hand with a giggle. She leaned against the brick wall heavily. 

“Is there anyone I can call for you? You are not driving.” Lauren said seriously before she took a long drag on a cigarette and handed it to Scully. Scully took a long drag before answering. 

“Mmm….Mulder!” She smirked, “He is hot ya know. Very, very hot.” She slurred and looked at Lauren with hooded eyes as she took another drag on her cigarette. She tugged down her denim skirt. A thin strip of her pale skin peaked out from underneath her tight black top. She finished her drink and set it on a nearby table. 

Lauren flicked her ash before killed the cherry on her own cigarette, “Does he have a number?” She asked as Scully tilted her chin sky wards; taking another long drag off of her barely smoked cigarette. Scully was too drunk to notice that Lauren had barely finished her before she had stubbed it out.  

“Mmmm,”She blew the smoke from between her full lips, “Three, zero, three. Mmm five five five eight.” Scully replied, “Fucking asshole doesn’t even realize I have been throwing myself at him.” She rolled her eyes and looked at Lauren, “Are we going to go dance now?” Scully slightly whined. 

Scully shivered as the cooling night air nipped at her exposed skin, as she kept smoking. Heart Breaker had ended this point and switched over to some other type of song. She winked at a guy she noticed checking her out.

“Go get us a couple more drinks.” She said. Scully shook out her hair and shrugged before she knew it, she was drinking two more drinks. She didn’t know where Lauren was but decided that she wasn’t going to worry. 

Scully wiggled along to the nameless song that was thumping the walls and running her fingers through her hair. A smile danced on her lips as she sucked an ice cube between her lips. She felt a hand on the small of her back and looked surprised as Mulder stood behind her, “Foooox!” She smiled, “Are you here to join me for a drink?” She slurred heavily. 

“Scully its last call.” Mulder said in a gravelly voice as he grabbed her purse off the counter and scrunched his nose at the bright blue concoction. He could smell the sugar wafting from the drink. That was the last thing that he ever suspected that she would drink.

“Time flies when you’re too drunk to read your watch, huh?” Scully said and started to laugh, leaning way too far back on her stool. Her laughter was loud and girlish.

Mulder couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, supporting her with his arm as he waited for the bartender to come over, “Scully. You aren’t wearing a watch.” He couldn’t stop looking at how free spirited Scully was because of the alcohol. He had never seen her this way before. This caused him to only see her in the room.

“Oh yeah!” She said and laughed as if that was the funniest thing he had ever said before; running her hand down his arm. She squeezed his bicep gently. Her eyes widened to the size of quarters as if that was the first time she realized how muscular he really is.

“Can you walk?” Mulder asked as he laid cash down. 

“Mmm…nope.” Scully said and moved her hair out of her face with her palms. Mulder looked at her full lips and wanted to kiss her so badly. 

“Come on,” He said and picked her up, carrying her towards the entrance. 

“Mulder!” She squealed and then ran her hand over his chest, “You are very muscular.” She giggled and rested her head on his shoulder, “I am so hungry.” 

“We will be at my place before you know it. Have you eaten anything all day?” Mulder question; a hint of worry was in his voice. He easily could bet that she hadn’t eaten real food all day.

“Yes!” Scully whispered loudly as the cool night air blew her hair across her cheeks.  “I was a bad girl! I had…I had…potato chips! The kind with the fake cheese powder.” She laughed as she struggled to buckle herself in before rolling down the car window.

Mulder cranked his old Taurus alive before he started driving. Scully instantly started playing with the radio; in search of a song that matched her mood. Upbeat.

“Potato chips are not a meal,” He countered as he turned into a driveway with bright yellow arches, “I am going to get some food in you. How does a burger sound?” 

“Delicious.” She smiled at him dreamily. 

Scully sat cross-legged on his floor as she devoured the burger. She could feel the alcohol being soaked out of her stomach. She licked the ketchup out of the corner of her mouth. She lost her heels in Mulder’s car but didn’t care. She licked the salt from the fries off of her fingers and felt his eyes on her. 

“Mulder,” She said, still feeling the liquid courage. She looked into his piercing eyes. 

“Yes Scully?” He said gently. 

“I wish you would finally kiss me.” 

Mulder tossed and turned on the couch. He had carried a very drunk and tired Scully to his bed and had tucked her in. He left her with a glass of water and two aspirins for when she would wake up. Mulder laid on the leather couch; his feet hanging off the end slightly. Mulder, finally giving up on sleep, flicked on his television to a low budgeted science fiction movie. He tried to focus, he really did, but all he could think about was what Scully had said to him.

She wants me to kiss her. Did she say that because she was drunk? Did Scully feel the same way? I mean…I want to kiss her more than anything. I mean, fuck. I could still feel her hands on my chest and squeezing my arm. She burned those feelings into my memories and she knew it.

Mulder sighed heavily with his thoughts and turned away from the television, staring back at the Leather couch, “Fine,” Mulder muttered to himself, “You want me to kiss you Scully that is exactly what you will get.”

Scully winced at the sunlight that was coming through the windows. She felt tired even though the angry red letters told her it was noon. She felt the dull ache of a headache as she sat up, realizing where she was. In Mulder’s apartment. Horror and embarrassment washed through her body as she realized what possibly could have happened.

Scully turned her head and saw her purse sitting on his night stand table along with two aspirin and a glass of water. She pulled back his blanket and felt relief wash through her body as she found herself fully clothed. Scully took the two aspirin and drank the full glass of water before she wandered out into his living room.

“Mulder?” She called out. The only sound that answered her was the bubbling fish tank. Scully could feel her feet getting cold. She pieced together that Mulder had gotten her; however she didn’t know if Lauren was safe or where the fuck her shoes went. She jumped as his door opened. She looked as Mulder as he came.

She noticed her heels dangling off of his fingers of one hand and in the other, a tray holding two coffees and a brown bag was clenched between teeth with grease stains already blossoming all over the bag, “Let me help you Mulder.” She said and took the tray of coffee. She offered a sheepish smile as he placed her heels on his floor.

“Thank you,” Mulder responded after taking the bag out of his mouth. He walked towards the couch after nudging the door shut with his foot. A thick awkwardness settled between them as he sat the greasy bag on his table. He swallowed the lump in his throat forcing the words out before they got stuck to his teeth, “Did you mean it Scully?” He asked.

Scully felt herself pause before setting the coffee down on the table, “What…uhm…what exactly are you talking about Mulder?” She replied; nervous to meet his eyes that she felt on her.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Mulder asked bluntly.

Scully forced her spine to straighten as she made eye contact with Mulder, “Mulder…I…I was drunk…I…”

Mulder closed the distance between their bodies in the matter of two strides before he pushed her up against the wall gently. His eyes were dark with emotions as he looked into her piercing blue gaze. A hint of fear was in her eyes with something else that he couldn’t quite read, “Do you want me to kiss you?”

Drunken words is the truth that you normally wouldn’t speak. Scully thought to herself. She knew that she must have said that to Mulder, “Yes,” Her answering coming out in a heavy whisper.

This was the opposite of how Mulder had ever planned on kissing her. He slid his hand to the small of her back, pulling her body flush to his before he dipped his head as he pulled her chin up simultaneously and kissed her. Her lips felt soft against his.

Scully had kept her eyes open. She couldn’t believe that she was kissing Mulder. This was something that she had fantasized about for a very long time. She closed her eyes as he ran his warm tongue along her lower lip. She willingly obliged to him as his hands squeezed her hips with a tighter grip.

Mulder tasted like salt and the earthiness of sunflower seeds. Scully knew she probably tasted like stale booze and from the dryness in the back of her throat, cigarettes as well. She felt her back being pressed into the wall as their tongues danced.

Scully slipped her hands underneath his shirt, groaning as she traced his abdomen. She realized how well his body was defined. A groan slipped through her lips as he pulled up her shirt, his fingers grazing her breasts.

He looked appreciatively at her red lace clad skin. The color clashed against her milky-white flesh beautifully, “Did you have plans last night?” He quipped with a smirk on his lips. He ran his fingers along her flushed cheeks.

“Maybe,” Scully remarked before pulling his lips to hers again. She couldn’t get enough of him already. She felt his fingers in her hair. He heard her deep inhales of breath as he unhooked her bra. He lowered his body, kissing the salt from her body as he found her nipple.

“Oh Mmm…ulder,” She groaned as he flicked his tongue over her nipple. She ran her fingers through his hair as she felt herself growing wetter by the minute.

Mulder enjoyed the feeling of her playing with his hair as he left a wet trail to find her other nipple. He shift his hips as his pants started to grow uncomfortably tight. He pulled away with a pop and looked at Scully, admiring the lust in her hooded eyes and the way her entire body was flush. He took off his own shirt and dropped it to the floor.

Mulder captured her lips with his own, as he lifted her up. He felt her arms tighten around him as her legs wrapped around his waist. He could feel the heat radiating from her core as her breasts pressed against him. He moaned as he carried her to his bed. He gently laid her out. He pushed her skirt upwards.

Scully smirked as he groaned. She was wearing matching red lacy panties. She sighed gently; encouraging him to keep going. She was becoming putty under his strong, kneading fingers. She felt her hips lurch when he ran his fingers up her dripping slit, “Oh fuck! Mulder!

He knew that if he kept going this way, he would end up ejaculating into his pants; that was the last way he ever wanted his first time with Scully to be. He unbuttoned his pants; pushing his jeans down along with his boxers. He saw Scully’s look of approval and grew harder, if that was even possible. He ran his hands over her smooth thighs and pulled off her panties.

Scully pulled her to him, feeling him bounce against her stomach as the kissed. She ran her fingers down his abdomen before guiding him to her entrance. She felt his hips meet hers as their bodies meshed together perfectly. She groaned as their bodies created friction against each others. Scully tasted the salt off of his skin as he nipped at her shoulder.

Their moans filled the room as they truly experienced each other for the first time. She groaned his name as her stomach clenched. She wasn’t faking it this time as her nails dug into his shoulders. His warm breath danced across her skin as he moaned her name. He felt like he was surrounded by happiness. Nothing had ever felt this good to Mulder. He tried to hold out. He wanted to last longer for Scully. When her body squeezed him tightly, Mulder groaned her name.

It was a moment before Mulder finally pulled away from her and laid on his back. He was smiling just as dreamily as Scully. He pulled her into his side and felt her leg wrap around his as she curled her body into his. They were molded together perfectly as Mulder felt her fingers drawing abstract patterns on his chest.

“Mulder?” Scully said softly.

“Yes Scully?” He said softly.

“It is about damn time.” She murmured.


Word Count: 2255

Request: “Pietro x Shapeshifter! Reader. Maybe she’s like a friend of Bruce’s or Pepper’s.” 

Summary: Pietro seems determined to keep you out of the fight, and you’re getting tired of it.

Warnings: Brief mentions of injury, language

A/N: This one gave me a lot of trouble, but I tried. I hope you like it!

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

You were going to kick Pietro’s ass.

Honest to god, you were. Gone were the days of being the greatest pranking duo the world had ever seen. Gone were the late nights of great entertainment that an insanely fast man and a shapeshifting woman can attain in New York City. The most frustrating thing of all was that you couldn’t figure out what exactly had changed, where you had gone wrong. You certainly couldn’t remember doing anything to warrant his ridiculous behavior, which brought you to your inevitable solution:

You were going to kick Pietro’s ass.

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Back to the Beginning {TVD 1x01 Review}

OK! So we’re starting from the beginning, every Friday between 9pm and 10. Considering that I haven’t like sat down to watch a full episode of the past seasons of TVD in a few years and my memory might not be the greatest I think I will start with my usual disclaimer: I will write my thoughts in real time so if I make a mistake at the beginning of this post, it will be corrected by the end. There will be anti-Damon and anti-Delena sentiments (I’m only mentioning these two because it’s the beginning of the series), I will probably bring up other shows and call attention to misogynoir, racism, anti-blackness etc. Gotta admit, I’m a little excited to start from the beginning, it’s been a really long time. Ready? Let’s go. 1. OK Stefan’s voiceover over the foggy woods is still HELLA campy though. I remember I saw this and was like, Fadi (my friend), are you really making me watch this? YES. She was so fucking insistent. 2. Yeah the foggy night and dark road, it’s very horror movie, very cinematic. 3. Them hitting Damon is reminiscent of “I Know What You Did Last Summer.” They even gave Damon a growling noise when he feeds. 4. Listening to the score for season 1, really emphasizes how much they misused the cues in season 8. The scary cue works here because people are running, getting snatched up on a dark foggy night, it isn’t just walking through the Salvatore house. 5. Jenna is legit a mess, like, right away, Elena is like drinking coffee and really chill, like do you not have a presentation today? Go. 6. Damon sending the crow to hit Bonnie’s car is like … Literally from the minute he’s introduced, he’s terrorizing her. 7. Also Kat is a stronger actress than Nina, even the way Bonnie says, “And I was like put this woman in a HOME already”, she has more presence than Nina. 8. “She looks a hot … can I say tranny mess?” “No that’s over.” And totally inappropriate. I completely missed that before. 9. LOL Elena’s “No comment, I’m not going to say anything” when Caroline walks away is delivered really well, yo you two secretly hate each other and that should’ve been explored more. 10. Stefan’s jeans actually look a little ridiculous in the pilot, though. Like they don’t look like they fit well. When Bonnie and Elena sees him in the office. 11. Jeremy is legit like a drug dealer though. That’s kind of a big deal. 12. “You need to chill yourself” …. … … Did KW and JP like consult any teens when they wrote this script? 13. And her fight with Jeremy is actually pretty muted. I’m an only child but my closest friends are older siblings and they’ve told me of times when their younger siblings were fucking up and they would like literally BE there all the time, they would walk them to class, sit with them at lunch, be like, so where are we going today? Elena threatens to do that but never really follows through and it always bothered me that no one held an intervention for Jeremy or set up a meeting with a counsellor. 14. It is still the cutest thing ever when Stefan catches Elena staring at him in class. 15. I do like that in season 1 they dress like they’re teenagers though. 16. “Shoo, that’s what I thought.” Yeah, Elena, stand up to that bird. 17. No, seriously, from a purely objective point of view I can see why the cemetery scene would be the scene that made KW and Bob Levi and JP go ecstatic because when the scene begins Nina seems a little nervous, which I get, it’s the pilot, but when the scene goes on and the dialogue keeps going, she and Paul just have that energy, the way she smiles, the way they stare at each other, there’s legit chemistry there. 18. Yeah, those jeans need to go. And Paul I love you, but your pilot haircut is nooooooooot working. 19. Like you look like a hedgehog, honey. The diary entries actually make this REALLY angsty. 20. LOL Vicki is actually pretty mean to Jeremy though. “I don’t want to announce to the world that I deflowered Elena’s kid brother” and Jeremy has these puppy dog eyes when he says, “And deflowered and deflowered” and it’s like awwwwwwww, you’re way too young for this. 21. “I’m meeting Bonnie at The Grill”, it’s not even Bonnie and Caroline though. 22. These Stelena stares are KILLING me. It’s different seeing it within the episode than clips. 23. The way Matt says, “I feel weird calling her … She broke up with me” all of them are so YOUNG and have these really innocent faces and it just makes everything seem so MEAN. 24. “Any siblings” “None that I talk to” so when Elena tells Damon in the next episode, “Stefan never mentioned he had a brother” I mean he didn’t say that he didn’t either, he admits to having siblings. I feel like I’m going to keep a tally of all the times the show forgets its own script to propel DE. 25. Yoooooooooooo I didn’t remember we get a shot of Stefan topless in the pilot when he’s putting on his shirt. *sigh* so gratuitous. I love it. 26. Those jeans are terrible though. 27. OK but really, WHO IS ZACH AGAIN? He says “Uncle Stefan” so like how does that work? 28. Stefan being blamed for Damon’s shit from DAY ONE. 29. Paul’s intense gaze is damn. 30. I also like how in history class they never discuss enslavement. Mmkay. 31. “You’re upset about something.” “No it’s just Bonnie, she’s … You know what, never mind. You’re here.” And from Day One Bonnie’s issues are ignored. 32. Paul and Nina look really good walking next to each other. 33. Tyler legitimately treats Vicki like shit. 34. “Jeremy. Is that you?” Yes, Vicki, Jeremy can create fog now. 35. Also Damon is so fucking extra with that fog. It’s unnecessary. 36. “I just want to let you know that I still believe in us and I’m not giving up on you” oh Matty, it was never you. Don’t worry though, you get a bench. 37. So Vicki is on the ground with blood on her neck and Jeremy is like “It’s Vicki” and Elena is like “oh my God” and NO ONE is taking out their phones to call 9-11.They just stand there until she opens her eyes. I mean, I guess. 38. Ian’s hair is RIDICULOUS. 39. I don’t understand how Damon got such a following, I find him thoroughly uncharming. Like he just talks SO MUCH. 40. “Damon, after all this time, after all these years can’t we just give it a rest??” “I promised you an eternity of misery.” How fucking petty ARE you Damon? 41. Ian isn’t menacing. 42. “How come the guys I want never go for me?” “I’m not touching that.” Bonnie is hilarious though. Like oh hell no, do not drag me into your messy shit. 43. Vicki and her black nail polish. So high school. 44. Matt’s eyes are actually really blue in the pilot. 45. I am so fucking glad the diary voiceovers disappear eventually. It’s just, it’s too much. 46. And Stefan and Elena overlap. Omg. No. 47. Damon looks creepy as fuck staring at Caroline. 48. I won’t lie though, Stefan constantly coming to Elena’s house, if it were me I’d be like sooooo are you just going to keep showing up? Like she isn’t a little bit weirded out that this guy keeps just showing up at her house? 49. And she can just invite boys into her house at how late at night? OK so my review is over! I’m definitely excited to be doing these every Friday. It’s funny though because pilots are meant to establish what the show is going to be about and what’s centered in the pilot is Stefan and Elena and their desire to get through their respective dark times. The supernatural element is secondary. It’s first and foremost an SE story. Until next week!

*NOTE* To avoid confusion: I’m not saying what Stefan did is comparable to Damon, Damon was terrorizing Elena for kicks, I’m just saying that Stefan comes across as intense in the pilot and I would be like dude you are at my house a lot but it makes sense because Stefan isn’t acting completely human because he isn’t one, throughout the episode he’s trying to train himself to be more human.