i demand to be your queen

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You like me better than them right...right marichat if you're still doing prompts please

“You like me better than them, right?” Chat Noir asked with a charming grin. “Right?” he repeated when Marinette didn’t answer immediately.

“It’s not really a matter of who I like better,” she began.

“No, it really is.”

“You bring different things to the table though.”

“Marinette, say I’m your favorite,” Chat Noir demanded.

She laughed. “No.”

“Princess,” he whined.

“Ah, see, that right there is why you might not be my favorite.”

“Because I call you Princess?”

“Because you’re whiny.”

Chat Noir scowled at her. “Nevermind. Maybe I don’t want to be your favorite after all. Let Queen Bee have you for her little fan club.”

“Maybe Ladybug’s my favorite. You really can’t fault me for that, can you? She’s your favorite too, isn’t she?” Marinette smiled sweetly.

“I suppose it’s okay if she’s your favorite. I mean, I’m only the one who visits you and saves you on a regular basis and–”

“Twice! You’ve saved me twice,” she interrupted. “And one of those shouldn’t count because we definitely wouldn’t have gotten out of that box on your smarts alone.”

“Well, three times really if you count Puppeteer.”

“Which I don’t.”

Chat Noir slumped. “I guess I’m okay with being second favorite,” he sighed. 

“Who said you’re my second?” Marinette teased.

“Oh, come on!”


Prompt List :)

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the “i have a crush on my straight bestfriend”mixtape

1. sleepover // hayley kiyoko 

“even when you’re next to me, it’s not the way I’m picturing. i’m just feeling low, feeling low. you wanna be friends forever? i can think of something better”

2. bestie // sizzy rocket 

“tonight she got a really tight dress on and she likes to dance. she’s dancing all on me with her thighs and then i realize i wanna fuck my best friend”

3. on your side // the veronicas

“i still wear your t-shirt out, all the ink is faded now. i wonder who you’re dreaming of tonight”

4. secret // chelsea lankes

“between you and me, you are the secret i keep. it’s too much, you know” 

5. explosion // zolita 

“cant pretend that i’m not in love with my best friend. in my dreams, you are my queen. i’m mad for you, you’re mad for me, you tell me you’d die without me”

6. boyfriend // tegan and sara

“i let you take advantage cause it felt so good, i blame myself for thinking we both understood”

bonus track (by popular demand) 

jenny // studio killers

“i borrow your lipstick so often, i’m using your shirt as a pillow case. i wanna ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead”

total track time: 23 minutes

Honestly, I fucking adore the fact that the fandom calls out Kaz “Bastard of the Barrel” Brekker for being such an over dramatic child, with his extra™ brooding and overcompensating gestures, but can we all just focus on how every line Inej delivers becomes a defining moment™. Just a few instances :

-“I will have you without armour, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.”
-“I owe you a life debt.”
- “Mmm, maybe you’re just not enough.”
-“The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to fall true.”
-“Men mock Gods until they need them, Kaz.”
-“Say you’re sorry” ( WHILE SHE’S BLEEDING TO DEATH???)
- “We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary.That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.”
-“It was because she was listening so closely that she knew the exact moment when Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, the bastard of the Barrel and deadliest boy in Ketterdam, fainted.”
-“You still may die in the Dregs.“ Inej’s dark eyes had glinted. “I may. But I’ll die on my feet with a knife in my hand.”
-“She was Inej Ghafa, and she would not quiver like a rabbit in a snare.”

Our Wraith Queen is basically a low-key drama queen (complementing King Dirtyhands and his melodramatic ass perfectly ofc) and high-key iconic badass…

Crawling Chaos - Part Two - Void Stiles

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Void Stiles/Reader

Word Count: 5,687

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), masturbation, bondage, biting, daddy kink, literally 90% of this is PURE FILTH

Notes: I had no restraint on this. Y’all can blame @minhosmeanhoe for literally demanding this from me, and giving me things to add to this because we would just talk about everything kinky with Void. Lemme know your thoughts!

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Royalty Starters

“Your Grace, a petitioner has come to see you.”

“My sword, my arm, my life, I pledge to you, my king/queen.”

“The beast has demanded the princess as tribute.”

“I RENOUNCE MY CLAIM!”

“I will fight your champion!”

“Your highness, your father/mother is dead. You are now King/Queen.”

“You have been charged with High Treason against the Crown. How do you plead?”

“I find you all guilty of High Treason against the Crown!”

“What punishment does Your Grace see fit to give such a low creature?”

“That boy/girl there is a false heir. I am the True Prince/Princess!”

“I seek your hand in marriage, my lord/lady.”

“Shall I make the engagement arrangements, Your Majesty?”

“The prince/princess has run away with a stablehand! I’m gathering a force to bring him/her back.”

“This war has lasted too long. May we find peace between us?”

“There will never be peace so long as that fat king rules!”

“The enemy has invaded the western half of the kingdom, and the wild tribes of the south are rising up. What are we to do, Your Majesty?”

“The heir is born!”

“The heir has died!”

“The prince/princess is excelling in their lessons, Your Grace. You must be proud.”

“The princess has taken an interest in swordplay. What do you say of this, Your Grace?”

“The prince/princess has taken an interest in magic. What do you say of this, Your Grace?”

“Have you heard the news about the Prince and that floozy of a maid?”

“I heard the King is having an affair.”

“Everyone knows the King/Queen is sleeping with the court fool, give me some new news!”

“All hail King/Queen ___! Long live the King/Queen!”

as all my jewish followers and friends know, we have a holiday coming up! the featival of purim is this sunday. purim celebrates hidden miracles and hidden beauty and hidden saviours. there’s a lot of hiding. that’s why we dress up!

i’m aware that the vast majority of gentiles and a lot of jews don’t fully know the story of purim, which is recorded in the scroll of esther, or megillat esther. the megillah’s my favourite story, and has so many amazing midrashim (bit like rabbinical fanfiction) that i study year round. this story, which is the story of how a young jewish woman saved our people from a genocide, has a lot of parallels with our current political situation in the u.s., so i thought now would be a great time to tell the story!

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perc’ahlia lends itself really well to the legend of Tam Lin

  • Young woman is warned by everyone, particularly her noble father, not to go into the dangerous forest
    • “Fuck you,” sayeth she, and go in
  • “What are you doing in my forest?” says a strange man, here with white hair and nerd glasses
    • “You must be that dangerous Tam Lin Percival I’ve heard so much about,” sayeth she. “beloved of a Faerie Queen Lord for your quick wit and clever hands, and known to use the same to draw beautiful maidens to hell.”
    • “I mean it’s more like I sold my sou- um. ah. um.“
    • “Yes?” sayeth she, already stripped to her green garters.
  • Some time later, the not-maiden is found to be pregnant. “Is it one of my knights?” demands her father. “They’ll wed you, if so.” (”Is it one of his fucking knights?” demands her brother, in this version. “I’ll kill them, if so.”)
    • “No, it’s my own true love, Tam Lin Percival,” says Vex, and dramatically runs off b/c she’s got some rescuing to do at a crossroads on midnight of All Hallows Eve
      • “This is a horrible idea,” mutters Vax, stealthing after her.
  • the lords and ladies of the court ride past in ranks, horses black as coal and white as marble, all snorting gun smoke in the fine winter air. Vex leaps forth and seizes Percy down, and holds him per the Faeries’ deal - he turns into a striking snake, slippery and shade, and she holds him. He turns into a screaming raven, wild as death, and she holds him. He turns into a cloud of smoke, burning hot and loose in her grasp - and she holds him, holds him tight, until the smoke fades and he settles back into a naked man, pale and trembling in her arms.
    • “Told you I could do it,” pants the triumphant, the bargain-winner.
    • “Fuck you,” says Orthax.
    • “Fuck off,” say Percy and Vex and Vax simultaneously, and they all move away from the twins’ shitty father and live happily ever after the end.
"She used to be my queen." Bellamy Blake/ Roan imagine.

You and Bellamy had been together since the Ark. So you were one of the 100 that were sent to see if the Earth was habitable.
Turns out it wasn’t.
While things had been trying between you and Bellamy since Clarke had left. You two had been fighting over little things lately.
You both had changed since the young teens who knew peace back on the Ark. You had seen so much death that much like Octavia, you went to the grounder path.
Right now you two were arguing about whether or not Clarke leaving was selfish.
“Clarke had every right to leave Bellamy!” You grunted as he brought the topic again.
“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes.
“What happened to you?” You whispered as you realized how distant he’d been lately.
“(Y/n)-what the hell does that mean?!” He raised a brow. Jaw clenched.
“What happened to sweet Bellamy? Ever since we hit Earth you’ve been cocky.” You asked as a matter of factly.
“Me?! You’re asking what the hell happened to me?! (Y/n) look at you! You’re a grounder!”
“Oh and suddenly that’s bad?! You’re sister is one!”
“(Y/n) you’re not even you anymore. Makes me mad.”
“And you think I’m totally cool with you being like this?!” You shrieked.
“Get out. We’re done.”
“Excuse me?!” You scoffed.
“Leave. Out of my life. Or the camp. See if I care.” He growled.
Octavia, who had been spying on the conversation heard her brother and gasped.
(Y/n) pushed back tears.
“Okay.” She stated strongly.
Bellamy realized what he said.
“Don’t ever expect to see me again. Bellamy Blake.” She whispered as Octavia ran over.
(Y/n) heard a crack of thunder as she turned on her heel. She felt as thought her heart weight a ton.
“Bellamy! What the hell!” Octavia shouted. Light rain scattered over the camp as Bellamy stood there.
(Y/n) pulled her hood up as she mounted her horse.
“Goodbye Arcadia.” She murmured as she nodded for someone to open the gate.
“OPEN THE DAMN GATE.” She shouted as no one went to open the gate.
“Let’s go Whiskey. GO.” She shouted over the rain, which was now heavily pouring.
She didn’t stop till the camp looked to be the size of her thumb.
“Good riddance.” She whispered as a tear rolled down her face.
Time proceeded as it does.
(Y/n) grew stronger in certain practices. Like being known as an infamous warrior who fought for a cause. Much like a black widow figure.
This was talk of all the people, Trikru, Azgeda, Polis. A certain Ice Nation king took notice.
“Find her. Bring her to me.” He ordered.
Not three days later she was brought in. A bag over her head as she kicked and screamed. Not doing much good due to the gag in her mouth.
“Hir yu laik.” (Here you are King.) The servant.
“Leave us.” He ordered and everyone filed out. He walked up to (Y/n) and gently took off the bag and rag.
“Huh. No one ever said you were as gorgeous as you are.” He smirked and she rolled her eyes.
“No one ever said you were cocky. Guess we were both misinformed huh?” She stated icily.
He smirked.
*Time lapse*
Bellamy fought the guards as they pushed him away from the throne room.
“I demand to speak with Roan now.” He barked angrily. He pushed open the doors.
Roan raised a brow as he sat back.
“Roan. We need to talk.”
“This should be good.” He rolled his eyes.
“Roan-”
“Your highness, Artemis requests to see you. Immediately.”
Bellamy rolled his eyes. What could be so important.
“Ah. My darling queen.”
“My handsome king.” Bellamy whirled around as his eyes widened.
There she was. She looked great. Her hair was longer. A crown happily sat atop her head much like the one Roan had on his head.
“Bellamy. Meet my queen…(Y-”
“(Y/n).” He whispered.
“And how do you know this.”
“Because she use to be my queen.” Bellamy stated sadly.

How they react...

…To a variety of goodbyes.


♡ ♡ \ Request from anonymous / ♡ ♡

Could you do a preference (males only if that’s okay) when they’re trying to say goodbye before leaving but end up giving in and taking you with them because theyd miss you too much? Tysm!

NOTE

I have changed this request slightly to add more variety

whilst still staying along the subject of goodbyes.

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Horoscopes by Gil Hizon - Week of April 9 - 15, 2017

Men I may not know, but horoscopes? Horoscopes, I fucking know.

ARIES (March 21 – April 19)

This week, you’ll find a kindred spirit in another fellow ARIES. Somehow, within your busy schedules and your manic, zig-zaggy trajectories, your worlds will collide. And it would feel like the most natural thing in the the world. One thing’s for sure. I’ve seen two ARIESes conversate - it’s like witnessing a tennis match between the Roadrunner and the Tazmanian fucking devil.
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TAURUS (April 20 – May 20)

You see, expectations are tricky little bitches. On the one hand, what you feel you may deserve says something about how you view yourself as a person and how you relate to all these hos in your vicinitay. On the other, it shows your dependency in others opinions of yo ass. Regardless of the nature of your expectations, I wouldn’t put too many balls in one jockstrap.
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GEMINI (May 21 – June 21)

It’s your damn-ass fault for having way too many ideas. Now, they’re all in your head, competing for your attention. Which one to attend to first? You have no fucking clue. I would like to say that no matter which idea you pursue, it’ll all be okay, but this isn’t the case. You really have to rely on your heart (remember that organ?) to help you pick which project has the most potential to nourish your soul. In the end, that’s what that shit is all about.
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CANCER (June 22 – July 22)

Whatever you owe some bitch will have to be repaid immediately, if not sooner. Your reputation is at stake here, crabface. And this has nothing to do with whether you can front the money or not. This is about promise, dignity and fucking honor. Your ability to follow through will not only be judged this week, it’ll also be used as a metric for your future dealings. Pay up, queen!
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LEO (July 23 – August 22)

Your paranoid tendencies this week my alienate other bitches. And here’s the thing: your paranoia about other hos who are allegedly out to get yo ass may feed into your immediate behavior, and your altered actions might put off other hos. Putting off other queens will add into your feelings of being judged and that shit can only keep on going. Remember, only you have the power to break this fucking cycle.
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VIRGO (August 23 – September 22)

You’re on the verge of something awesome, and the only bitch who can fuck this up is – you guessed it – YOU. This is not the time to be getting in your own way, queen. This is the time to take yourself for who you are, and truly own that shit. You may have your share of warts, but you are much more of a badass than you deem yourself to be.
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LIBRA (September 23 – October 22)

Okay, gurl. There has been a lot of broken deals that have cluttered your mojo lately, and I know that this has greatly eroded whatever belief you have in yourself. Your self-worthiness is at an all-time low and it’s feeling like you don’t have the power to pick your own ass up. It’s all in your head, dahling. You have more time to pull yourself together than you think.
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SCORPIO (October 23 – November 21)

When two of your beloved bitches converge from different sides of an argument, they will look unto yo ass to be the decision maker. And gurl, that shit is going to be a doozy. Picking sides will be difficult, as it will have a ripple effect of suckyness, but you know which one of your hos is right. The queen you don’t choose may hate your fucking guts at first, but in the end, she’ll respect you for being honest with your truth.
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SAGITTARIUS (November 22 – December 21)

I’m sure you’re at a place right now where you’re doubting the system. Deep in your heart of hearts, you pursued an environment where you can feel like you’re making a difference. But recent events have caused you to question if there’s even a place for yo ass. Listen, queen. Your initial instincts are right. There are some things you can believe in. There will be bumps on the road, but you’re on the right fucking path. K?
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CAPRICORN (December 22 – January 19)

Hidden beneath all your layers and layers of shoulder pads, lies an ambitious queen. But look deeper, and you’ll discover a heart that really cares about others beyond your wants. It won’t be easy for you to tap into that energy, because you tend to suppress that shit, but if there’s ever a time to explore how far your own compassion can go, this is that time. Don’t fuck it up.
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AQUARIUS (January 20 – February 18)

You look like a queen who’s ready to cut a bitch. I get that she has done something to anger you, but your behavior may be an overreaction. You are going to have to get to the heart of why this ho bothers you so much. You may be seeing something in hurr that reminds you of what you don’t like about yourself. Before you pull out that cutting implement, make sure you use introspection first.
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PISCES (February 19 – March 20)

Why the fuck are you spending all your energies trying to help some busted ho? There are certain demands in your life that are warranting your attention now, you fishy queen. Yes, I know you have history with said ho, but this bitch is grown. It is not up to you to make decisions for her. You’ve done enough. It’s time to step back and tend to your fucking life. I heard it’s in shambles, gurr.
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(DISCLAIMER for all entries: This is all a shitshow!)

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“Don’t Call Me Princess”

“Stop calling me princess!”

“I apologize, My Queen.”

One shot inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting! For all you Draco lovers (though this is geared more toward Slytherin readers).


“How is it possible for you to look this shitty? It’s the weekend; you should attempt to look somewhat decent.”

“Oh, shut up, Pansy.” You rolled your eyes but said nothing more. After living in the Slytherin dungeon for six years, you’ve learned to pick up on whether a comment is made in endearing sarcasm or legitimate hostility. Shockingly, Pansy’s remark happened to be the former.

She walked over to your seat in the common room and crinkled her nose at the sight of a dusty book. “Advanced Rune Translation. How revolting.” Pansy’s frown deepened as her she saw your remaining stack of books. “Bet you regret taking so many N.E.W.T. preparation classes now, hmm?”

“No. You see, not everyone can get into a high position in the Wizarding World based solely on their mummy and daddy’s status.”

“What a bloody shame that is,” she scoffed.

Once that bothersome menace left you alone, you continued to study, switching your copy of Advanced Rune Translation for a Potions book. This is great. The joy of having two assessments tomorrow, you thought.

“Y/N, you do know it’s time for supper, yes?”

“Yes, Blaise, thank you, but I’m not hungry and I need all the time I can to revise.”

“Suit yourself.”

As the Slytherin common room emptied out, you sighed in contentment. “Finally, some silence.”

The said silence lasted for about five precious minutes, until you heard an annoyingly familiar voice.

“Y/L/N.”

“Malfoy,” you sighed. “Why are you here? It’s supper.”

“I could ask you the same question.”

You shrugged. Draco Malfoy wasn’t the bane of your existence, but you didn’t exactly see eye to eye either. However, silently coexisting was not an option. You both seemed to love to annoy each other too much. A love-hate relationship.

“Look, I know you have important assessments and all, but you should get some supper.”

Only Malfoy could manage to sound so condescending while saying something so caring, you thought.

“I’m fine. I’m not even hungry.”

“Y/L/N,” he deadpanned, “I didn’t see you at lunch, either. You must be starving.”

“You noticed?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “Who would’ve thought the Almighty Draco Malfoy could’ve noticed someone like me to be missing.”

“I am a prefect for a reason, darling. Plus, every once in a while, a king notices a lowly peasant. Today just happened to be your lucky day.”

“Oh, get stuffed, Malfoy. Some people actually need to try to score high marks. Unlike yours, my life isn’t handed to me on a silver platter.”

“My life…handed to me? You don’t know the half of it,” Draco scoffed under his breath.

“Pardon? I don’t think I heard you correctly.”

“Nothing, princess,” he drawled. There was a moment’s pause where Malfoy hastily grabbed something from his robe pocket. “If you’re not going to supper, at least eat.”

He placed a napkin full of Cornish pasties on your work space.

“Don’t call me princess.” You crossed your arms. “And– I’m sorry. I think my ears are deceiving me. Malfoy was nice to me twice in one day? No, these must be poisoned,” you gasped. “Trying to get rid of the competition since, you and I both know, I’m the only Slytherin who can actually kick your ass in academics.”

“If you’re my competition, then there’s nothing I have to worry about.”

“Bugger off–”

“Just eat.”

You rolled your eyes at his demanding voice. “Okay, King,” you mocked, but took a bite anyway. “And thank you. I guess.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, princess,” he said with a smirk.

“I said don’t call me that.”

Your annoyance only seemed to fuel Draco on.

“My mistake, princess.”

“Malfoy,” you warned.

“Princess,” he mocked.

You snapped.

“Stop calling me princess!”

“I apologize, My Queen.”

“Malfoy, I swear on Salazar’s bloody grave–”

You stopped abruptly as he chuckled. You had no idea Malfoy was capable of a laugh other than a snicker.

“You’re adorable when you’re angry.”

“Adorable? I’m not adorable,” you snorted. “I’m fierce.”

“I believe you.” It was clear he didn’t. “Y/N, contrary to popular belief not everything in my perfect life comes naturally. I do revise as well.”

“I believe you.”

He let out an airy laugh as he made his was toward the boys’ dormitories. “I’m only saying… I’m always here if you need help, princess.”

And as he left, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, looking at what’s left of the Cornish pasties.

“He called me princess.”


Yay! The end of my first Harry Potter imagine. Sorry if it sucks or is out of character or has incorrect facts or has a poor use of British slang (since I am very much American). Also, is it too long?

Feel free to give feedback! The good, the bad, the everything in between.

Requests are open! Ask away. xx

#8 -“I mean, there’s no way you could be Spider-Man, right?” - Peter Parker One Shot

Summary: You’re walking through the city at night when you end up in some trouble and get stabbed, blacking out in Spider-Man’s arms, but you could have sworn it was Peter under the mask.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Stabbing, blood loss, blacking out.

A/N: I was going to wait to write this until Homecoming came out to celebrate its release, but I couldn’t wait any longer. Hope you enjoy!

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One thing you have learned about yourself is how much you love living in a city. When your parents told you you’d be moving to New York City, the idea daunted you for some time. You had remembered going into the city when you were a child and hating the hustle and bustle of the place. There was always so many people on the sidewalk who didn’t seem to care if they pushed you or temporarily separated you from your mother, and there was always so much noise that you could barely hear yourself think. But, once you moved here, you realised it wasn’t so bad.

You guess, in part, that has something to do with the friend’s you’ve made since moving here. When you started at your new school, you hated the idea of being the “new girl.” You’d never actually been the “new girl” before, but you’d seen so many movies and television shows to know it didn’t sound like such a good label. However, much to your surprise, a group of kids took to you quite easily. Michelle was the first one to approach you. Apparently, the two boys she’s friends with were too nervous to do so themselves, so she had agreed to make the first move. When you first got talking, you found her a little strange, but in a harmless type of way. She had a really dry sense of humour which reminded you of your grandfather’s – and whilst you didn’t know if that was a good thing, it made you feel more at home. Breaking the ice wasn’t so difficult because you soon realised you had a lot in common, and eventually she introduced you to the two boys she had mentioned earlier – Peter and Ned.

You could tell they were a little bit nervous, which you found a little awkward, as you had no idea why they were the nervous ones. It made you worry that they didn’t like you, and that you’d end up being isolated from that friendship group. It turned out to be quite the opposite…especially with you and Peter. Michelle had pretty much explained in her sense of humour that the boys were inexperienced in being around “pretty girls like you.” You thought she was being ridiculous, because you thought she was the most beautiful girl you’d seen in a long time. Natural, and not overly made-up like a lot of the other girls you knew. Not that you thought that was a bad thing – you’re down for girls wearing a lot of make-up if it makes them feel good about themselves – but Michelle’s attitude to that sort of stuff inspired you in so many ways.

Anyway, you went along with Michelle, and teased the boys a little for it. It was all fun and games until Peter snapped at you. You had worried you had taken things too far, and ended up having a breakdown in the girl’s toilets about it. Michelle had to coax you out of the cubicle by threatening to tell Peter that you had a huge-ass crush on him. You didn’t speak to the boys for the rest of the day, but you felt terrible after school, so you went over to Peter’s apartment later on. His Aunt was the only one home, but when you explained why you had turned up on her doorstep, she invited you in to wait for Peter returning from wherever he had gotten to.

He stumbled in from his bedroom, rather than the front door, which took both you and his Aunt by surprise. No-one was as surprised as Peter was to see you at his apartment though. He took you into his room to talk after insisting he “tidies up” – despite his Aunt claiming she’d tidied the room whilst he was out - but left the door slightly open, “house rule” he had claimed. You had taken a deep breath and apologised for upsetting him earlier in the day, but he surprised you yet again by assuring you that you hadn’t upset him and he was only playing with you the same way you were him – he had no idea you had cried in a toilet cubicle to yourself afterwards and he felt really bad. The two of you burst out laughing when you realised how ridiculous the whole thing was – but then you accidentally let slip you were so distraught over the thought of upsetting him because you thought you could end up quite liking him.

Your admission wasn’t far wrong – skip to a year later, and we’ve been dating for ten months. You’re the “school sweethearts” that everyone seemingly adores. No-one fusses over you the way his Aunt May does. You are literally invited to their place for dinner so many times that you have to keep subtly reminding her that you do have a family of your own that enjoys spending time with you. Peter gets really embarrassed by her eagerness, but you think it’s sweet that you get on so well with her. You know how important she is to Peter and how much Peter values her, so the last thing you would want was for her to hate you.

All in all, the relationship is pretty much perfect. Except…for one thing…and you think it’s fairly minor, but when you’ve brought it up to your mom (who you tell pretty much everything), she told you to be cautious. That one thing is that he’s always sneaking off places he can’t tell you afterwards. “So, where were you this morning? I was caught up in a bank robbery and I could have done with a shoulder to cry on when it was over.” “Oh…uh…I…um…I was…I was…would you like some of my Aunt May’s date and walnut cake? It’s really delicious, I’ll go and get you some!”

It bothered you a little bit, but that didn’t subtract from how smitten you were with him.

“I’m on my way home now.” You tell Peter from your end of the line, as you walk through the empty streets of Brooklyn towards the subway station. You had gone to the library to work on a project you’re doing with a couple of girls from school, and now you’re on your way home.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home?” He questions.

You furrow your eyebrows to yourself, “Peter, I’m in Brooklyn! You’re in Queens! What would be the point in you coming all that way to walk me to the subway station that is literally five minutes away from where I am now?”

“I don’t mind. I can be by your side in no time. Just tell me where you are and I’ll be there soon.” He practically demands.

You roll your eyes, “You are so over-protective!”

He pauses, “…is that bad?”

You laugh at how cute you think he is, “No…no, it’s not, it’s just…”

Your voice trails off when the sound of voices takes your attention from down a side street you’re approaching. “(Y/N)…(Y/N)…are you there?” you vaguely hear Peter say through the phone. You take a look down the small ally-way to your right to find two figures – one of a man pressing a woman up against the wall by a knife to her throat.

You let out as quiet of a gasp as possible, before hiding just around the corner so the attacker won’t be able to realise you’re there. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…”

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Peter asks, seriousness in his voice.

“There’s…there’s a guy holding a woman at knife point down an ally-way. I don’t know what to do.” You explain as best you can.

“I do!” Peter explains, and you could have sworn you could hear something clatter in the background, “Get the hell away from there!”

“Peter, I can’t just let this poor woman have her throat slit without doing anything!” You whisper-shout to him.

“You won’t be!” He argues, “Spider-Man is probably on his way to the scene right now, which means you can leave. NOW GO!”

You’re surprised by the sudden raise in his voice, and it only makes you angrier. “No, I have to call the police or something.”

“I’ll do it, you just get home!” He continues to argue, as more noise of something clattering in the background becomes more and more noticeable.

“Peter, are you okay?” You ask him, “It sounds like you’ve fallen over or something.”

“Don’t worry about me, just please leave, okay? I couldn’t cope if something bad happened to you, so please just get to the subway and get home. Don’t make me call your Dad.”

You roll your eyes, “Peter, nothing bad is going to happen to m-“

Your cell is suddenly removed from your grip, and is thrown on the floor; shattering into a couple of pieces. Your heart rate begins to pick up as you turn to face a scary man staring down at you – knife in one hand, woman in the other.

“Are you sure about that princess?” He snarls, “Because I don’t take too kindly to eavesdroppers.”

You gulp, “I…I…I wasn’t…I was just on the phone with my boyfriend…I didn’t even know you were there…I swear.”

“Boyfriend, huh?” The guy laughs, “Sounds like he’s a bit worried for his…little lady.”

You look down at the knife he’s holding with a tight and secure grip. If you could run, you would…but you’re too petrified to move. It’s like you’re staring death straight in the eyes and not even trying to fight it off. You’ve just given up trying.

“Yo knife guy!” A voice calls from behind you.

Too scared to look back, you watch the guy’s reaction. To your surprise, he looks somewhat scared. As though Spider-Man – who you have concluded must only be young himself – is the worst possible outcome for him.

“D’you wanna take it down a notch?” The voice continues in the same exact tone of sarcasm you’re sure you’ve heard somewhere before.

The guy’s mouth falls into a smirk, “Not really, spider-dude.”

What happens next happens so fast. The harsh sensation of a sharp object hits your hip, and you let out a gargle as you begin to feel blood pouring out of your hip, and you begin to black out as you fall to the ground…

…you don’t really see much of what happens after that, your sight has become a bit of a blur, but you’re aware that the guy ran off and let the other girl go. A red and blue figure appears above you.

“I need you to stay awake for me.” Spider-Man tells you, “Please just…please just stay awake.”

A few moments pass by, and he begins to speak to himself, rather than to you.

“Please (Y/N)…I can’t lose you like I did Uncle Ben. I just can’t. There are only five things I care about in this world right now. Aunt May. Ned. Michelle. This City…and you. I can’t lose you, please…”

He lifts up his two hands and removes his mask from his face. Familiar brown eyes stare into yours, and the inch of adrenaline left in you shoots through your body.

“…Peter?” You whisper faintly, before completely blacking out.

                                                    ***

The sound of someone flicking through a newspaper beside you becomes more and more irritating the more conscious you become. You carefully move your head to your right to find your Dad sitting beside you, face out-of-sight due to the newspaper covering it.

“Hello, sweetie.” A soft voice speaks from the other side of you, as a hand strokes your forehead.

You turn to face your mom, who is looking back at you with the kind eyes she used to give you whenever you fell over as a kid. You give her a faint smile, but then realise she probably can’t make it out due to the oxygen mask covering your mouth and nose.

“Finally, you wake up. I always knew you were a lazy-bones!” Your Dad jokes, putting down the newspaper to give you his full attention.

You reach up and remove the oxygen mask from your face, “What happened?” You croak to your Dad.

He looks to your mom, before slipping his hand in yours. “You were stabbed, sweetheart…but it’s okay, the guy who did it has been caught and the nurse says you’re going to be fine. I don’t know what we would have done if Spider-Man hadn’t got to you when he did. He saved your life, angel.”

Whenever Spider-Man is mentioned, you have always felt a bit excited…but this feels different. Instead of excitement, you get a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. And that’s when a certain memory from last night hits you hard…

“I need you to stay awake for me.” Spider-Man tells you, “Please just…please just stay awake.”

A few moments pass by, and he begins to speak to himself, rather than to you. “Please (Y/N)…I can’t lose you like I did Uncle Ben. I just can’t. There are only five things I care about in this world right now. Aunt May. Ned. Michelle. This City…and you. I can’t lose you, please…”

He lifts up his two hands and removes his mask from his face. Familiar brown eyes stare into yours, and the inch of adrenaline left in you shoots through your body.

“…Peter?” You whisper faintly, before completely blacking out.

A lump forms in your throat when you come to the realisation that Spider-Man isn’t just a random guy in the neighbourhood…

Spider-Man is your boyfriend.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. You and your parents turn to find Peter stood there, flowers in hand.

“We’ll give you two a minute.” Your mom smiles, giving your Dad a knowing look, before the two exit the room.

Peter takes the seat your Dad was sitting in and places the flowers on the desk next to your bed. “Hey love, how are you feeling? You had me worried sick!”

“Peter…” You speak, ignoring his question. “Where were you last night?”

He shuffles in his seat, “I…I was at home with my Aunt May.”

You nod for a second, “Because I could have sworn that…just after I was stabbed but before I blacked out…that Spider-Man took off his mask and…and it was you under there!”

You watch as a look of panic on his face tries it’s best to turn into a laugh, “Are you serious? Me? Spider-Man? Come on, I know you’ve lost a lot of blood but surely you can hear how crazy you are?”

When you give him an uncertain look, he relaxes and holds your hand.

“Look, love…” He begins softly, “I would love to be Spider-Man. It must be so crazy for that guy getting to do what he does…but that’s not me in that suit.”

“But…I remember saying your name.” You persist, “It was the last thing I said before I blacked out.”

A subtle blush appears on his cheeks, “Babe, that’s sweet, it really is, but…you lost a lot of blood, and you were blacking out. Anything you think you saw, or anything you think you heard…was probably all just a hallucination that comes with blacking out due to loss of blood.”

You stare him out for a moment longer, before nodding your head in defeat. “Yeah, you’re probably right…I mean, there’s no way you could be Spider-Man, right?”

He laughs, “No, love. Absolutely, no way. Sorry, love.”

You bite your lip to hold back the tears that are about to fall. You don’t know what hurts more…the fact he’s been lying to you all this time, or the fact he’s just looked you in your eyes and lied to your face.


PART TWO

Perfect to Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

hey, could you do a peter parker imagine? Reader and him are BFFs and one day he tells her he’s spiderman and she falls even more in love with him but he doesn’t know and she doesn’t want to tell him bc she feels insecure about her body(short&chubby) and every time he comes to her in the morning so she can patch him up she gets more insecure bc he’s doing so much for everyone and she does nothing and she starts crying and he tells her she’s beautiful and then all fluff? thx & I love your writing😍

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He stood on your fire escape with the mask in his hand and a broad, nervous smile on his face. Your cheeks hurt and you can barely see because of how wide you’re smiling. Eyes crinkled at the edges, you launch yourself through your window into his arms. “How freaking dare you not tell me this earlier!” you accuse, jokingly. He laughs and wraps his arms around your waist. “I’m sorry it took this long. I just didn’t want to endanger you. But! I may have just joined the Avengers and I really wanted to tell you because I know you love them!” You squeal and he laughs even more.

Yeah, I do love them, you think, and you joining makes me love you even more

The next day was uneventful. At school, you and Peter had a pop quiz in Chemistry and then another in English. In Chem, you feel like you didn’t do some of the equations right but you told Peter you felt confident anyway. Now that you know he’s Spiderman, you wonder how he keeps up to date on homework and projects. He’s still the top of the class even when he’s fighting crime on the side. You barely did anything yet you were only an average student. You tried to brush your insecurities away. You didn’t do your English homework to read the chapters last night so you were stumped when looking at the quiz. Pete leaned his paper towards you when he was finished. Somehow, that made you feel worse.

Peter tries to walk you home after school but gets distracted halfway through by the police cars rushing towards the Queensboro bridge. He excuses himself apologetically and rushes into an alleyway to get changed into his Spider-suit before swinging off to save the day. You grab Peter’s bag from the alley and make your way home. When you sit at your desk to start your homework, you try your hardest not to procrastinate like usual. You give up after half an hour to watch Supernatural. 

A tapping on your window at three am wakes you from your snoozing state. You had finished your homework by ten and decided not to study before watching some Buzzfeed videos. You kneel at the window and raise it to see a frantic Peter. “Hey! (Y/N)! Have you seen my backpack? I can’t find it and I checked, like, all the alleyways by that cafe I placed it by.”

“Instead of worrying about your backpack, Peter, you might want to worry about that giant gash on your cheek!” You usher him through your window to sit on the bed so you can tend to his cut. “It’s fine, (Y/N), I just need …”

“I have your bag, Peter. Stay still,” you demand. You kneel down next to the bed and gently dab his cheekbone with rubbing alcohol and he flinches. “Why do you care so much about doing your homework when you’re doing so much more for the community? Queens owes you so much, yet you fret over getting a B+ on a Calculus test,” you question.

“They don’t owe me anything, (Y/N/N). Queens needs help and Spiderman helps them. I, however, am just a high school student. Queens doesn’t owe Peter Parker anything, though you could argue that the city owes Spiderman, but that’s your opinion.” He tells you.

“ I just don’t understand how you can be so perfect,” you whisper, hoping he won’t hear it. He places a finger underneath your chin and lifts it so you look into his eyes. “I’m far from perfect. You, however, I don’t know. You seem pretty perfect to me,” he says with a boyish grin. Tears rush to your eyes and you blink them away, a few strays running down your cheeks. “I do nothing, Peter. I’m chubby and an average student. I barely do community service, and I stay in bed all day. I’m nothing like perfect,” you tell him unhappily.

“I guess we have different visions of perfect, (Y/N/N). You’re perfect to me,” he says in a confident whisper. 

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A/N: So some time ago (read: a long, long, long time ago), the ever so lovely @cupcakequeen1999 requested a sequel to Cupcakes and Diets and I happily obliged. 

The request:

Would you do a sequel where T'Challa gets hit with some sort of aphrodisiac drug while he and Black Widow are on a mission, and while Nat is trying to find cures, Peter Parker and the reader have to watch over him but T'Challa is all high and is blabbing very sexual things to his wife? Bonus points if Peter never lets them live it down!

Summary: Drugged T’Challa is very horny. And Peter is a little shit. 

Warnings: A little bit of violence, some mentions of blood and needles (for all my friends who, like me, absolutely despise those little devils). Some swearing. Also, there will be light smut and very suggestive themes. Overall, this is one big hot mess in every sense of the word. But I enjoyed writing this!

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Handle Me

Ivar x Reader 

Warning: possible triggers, mature themes

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You shifted awkwardly in your chair, hands immediately going to smooth down the skirt of your floor length dress. It was not often that you wore such dresses, or any dresses for that matter. Being born on a farm and raised without a woman in your life, you were not a graceful being. You were a shield maiden, a fierce fighter. This has earned you several scars among your body, that littered it alongside the several tattoos that you had been given as sign of comradeship with your other fellow soldiers.

It was an understatement to say that you felt uncomfortable as you sat down next to the usual flower picking girls around the table. You were sitting next to Ubbe, who had Margrethe on his other side. He must have picked up on your awkwardness when you had first entered the dining hall and quickly motioned for you to sit down next to him. You were very grateful, and finally realized why almost all the women in Kattegat melted at the sight of him – not only was he attractive, but he was also a very caring man.

A hand suddenly clamped upon your lower calf. You let out a small yelp, and your battle reflexes immediately took over, making you take whatever you had in your hand (which happened to be a fork) and slam it onto the arm that was holding your leg in a vicious grip. Luckily for your attacker, he quickly moved his arm away. Your fork was now stuck halfway into the wooden floor, its hilt bent oddly towards a side.

“Impressive.”

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I know, I know, canon and fanon consensus is that the Crystal Tokyo ChibiUsa comes from is the exact future of our Usagi. That ChibiUsa might be changing the past, but it’s in a single timeline, and Neo Queen Serenity in the future can remember being Usagi and remember ChibiUsa coming to visit her and even occasionally makes decisions based on those memories (like sending ChibiUsa to the past to train because she knew ChibiUsa needed to be there to meet Hotaru), but I really, really prefer the diverging timelines theory.

And there are a bunch of reasons, logistical, occasionally personally indulgent, and related to good Storytelling that I prefer to thing that the timeline we’re following is a different timeline than the one experienced by ChibiUsa’s Crystal Tokyo. 

1. It raises the stakes by getting rid of the guarantee of a future, especially when ChibiUsa is present. 

Look - this is no small problem. It’s difficult to get invested in a story when you know for a fact that everything is going to be okay. This can be fixed by claiming there’s only one timeline, but it’s a changeable one, but that still lowers the stakes for Infinity and Dream, because ChibiUsa is right there, and she’s fine. Or when she’s not fine she’s still not being erased from existence

When Usagi jumps into Pharaoh 90, for instance, everyone is devastated. If ChibiUsa is the future child of this incarnation of Mamoru and Usagi, though, that devastation doesn’t make sense. Because ChibiUsa is right there and she’s fine! So clearly everything is gonna work out!

Whereas if you assume ChibiUsa’s timeline is safe regardless of what happens to Usagi’s timeline here, then the whole thing becomes much scarier and darker. ChibiUsa’s presence isn’t a guarantee that everything is going to work out. There is no guarantee. Their timeline could end here. They could all die here. 

2. It allows ChibiUsa and Hotaru’s friendship to continue uninterrupted. 

One of the most confusing thoughts about the future Crystal Tokyo senshi is Hotaru’s place in it. Especially regarding Hotaru’s age. While technically 900 years old, ChibiUsa is still a teenager when she and the Quartet become a team. We know from art that Naoko envisioned Saturn as part of that team, but how does that work? Every solution is confusing and sad, and potentially creepy child grooming for friendship? Or does Saturn just hide somewhere until ChibiUsa has time travelled a couple times? Is she the one adult in a team of teenagers? How do she and ChibiUsa rekindle their friendship when for ChibiUsa it’s been days but for Hotaru it’s been hundreds of years?

Much easier is just that Hotaru from our timeline hops over on a semi-permanent basis to ChibiUsa’s timeline. 

3. Crystal Tokyo, and the choices of Neo Queen Serenity and King Endymion make more sense. 

Why would you obsessively worry about your daughter who isn’t aging if you’ve known since you were fifteen that she would eventually figure it out and it’d be fine? Why would you send a criminal to tenth planet space-Australia to merge with the planet and become the ultimate evil if you can remember that that was nearly the downfall of your entire kingdom? 

Wouldn’t you seek out some kids names Demande and Safir and Esmeraude and, like, put them in an after school program or something if you knew their adolescent antics would turn into extremist gang activity and terrorism that nearly ends the world both now and in the past?

The best explanation for Crystal Tokyo existing the way it does is that the king and queen were working without a map. Otherwise ChibiUsa’s time travel invokes a paradox. Or at least questionable character choices. 

4. I like the idea of Sestuna Meioh being a normal human who’s been living a normal life in Tokyo up until her awakening.

I don’t want her to just have been brought back from the dead. All the other girls got to have normal lives. I want her to get that chance too. And since we know she’s been stationed at the time gate uninterrupted since the Silver Millenium, the best way for her to get a normal life is to have been reincarnated in a new timeline.

5. It gives ChibiUsa a whole new source of angst, and a whole new sense of responsibility. 

I could explore this for ages and have so many feelings about it, but in lieu of writing several thousands words full of multiple mini-fics right here, I’ll just say: ChibiUsa accidentally created an entirely new timeline, probably because she didn’t know how to use the time key, and immediately exposed that timeline to danger. She probably didn’t even know she was doing it, but imagine how she feels when she realizes what she did. Simultaneously, this action gave Pluto a normal life. It gave Hotaru a friend. This new timeline, is it darker or lighter? Scarier or safer? How does ChibiUsa feel?

6. Look, I just really like the idea of free will. 

I want to believe Usagi and Mamoru and everyone else are making choices about their future genuinely not knowing what it will hold, because this is a new timeline with a new future. When they talk about going to medical school or opening a flower shop, I don’t want that to be “what I would do if we weren’t scheduled to start a post-apocalypse global utopia in 4-6 years”. I want that to be what they are genuinely planning on, because there’s no certainty that their timeline will play out like the Crystal Tokyo one. They’ve even asked Pluto and she’s shrugged and said, “Look, we’re in new territory here. This timeline has already veered so far off the ones that I was aware of at the Time Gate that we can’t be certain of anything.”


Basically, I like it better. And I know it’s not standard fanon, but I prefer it. And anyway please all continue with your day I’ll be here overthinking every aspect of Sailor Moon. Bye. 

“And if I shout your name?” Harmund demanded. “What then?”
“Peace,” said Asha. “Land. Victory. I’ll give you Sea Dragon Point and the Stony Shore, black earth and tall trees and stones enough for every younger son to build a hall. We’ll have the northmen too … as friends, to stand with us against the Iron Throne. Your choice is simple. Crown me, for peace and victory. Or crown my nuncle, for more war and more defeat.” She sheathed her dirk again. “What will you have, ironmen?”
“VICTORY!” shouted Rodrik the Reader, his hands cupped about his mouth. “Victory, and Asha!”
“ASHA!” Lord Baelor Blacktyde echoed. “ASHA QUEEN!”
Asha’s own crew took up the cry. “ASHA! ASHA! ASHA QUEEN!”

 - George R.R. Martin, A Feast For Crows

Art: The Kingsmoot, by Marc Simonetti

The Best/Worst (or Worst/Best??) Babysitters AU

@eulenstadt and I were talking about an AU in which Jacobi and Maxwell end up emergancy babysitters for Anne Eiffel (and an AU where everyone is ALIVE).  It was hilarious so I am going to share.  

  • Jacobi and Maxwell use Anne to pretend they are actually real adults and not vaguely horrific people when out and about.  “We’re the guardians of this small deaf child, clearly we’re responsible and not at all special intelligence operatives for an evil mega-corporation.” “We’ve never even killed anybody.” “Definitely not more than one person.” 
  • The Wonder Twins pick up ASL very quickly, Jacobi’s used to using hand signals on the ballistics range when he and his coworkers wear ear protection and literally cannot hear one another.  Maxwell’s just a really fast learner.  
  • They use Anne as an excuse to go do things they want to do. I.e. Laser tag. 
    • Jacobi: “Anne wants to play laser tag.” 
    • Maxwell: “How do you know, you didn’t even sign anything to her.” 
    • Jacobi: “ANNE wants to play LASER TAG.” 
    • Maxwell: “…Anne definitely wants to play laser tag.” 
  • And so they play laser tag.  This is a learning experience all around.  
    • Jacobi and Maxwell teach Anne tactics both legitimate and definitely cheating. 
    • Jacobi and Maxwell learn how to have a third person (who isn’t Colonel Kepler) on their team.  
  • Maxwell teaches Anne how to build basic robots out of cans and wires.  Jacobi teaches her how to make Molotov Cocktails.  They burn stuff in a near-by field where a normal babysitter might take a kid to set off baking soda rockets.
  • Anne REALLY likes that Jacobi and Maxwell don’t treat her like a kid but like a tiny adult.  She doesn’t realize this isn’t so much on purpose as because Jacobi and Maxwell have no idea how to act around children.
  • Anne also REALLY likes Jacobi’s robotic arm.  She loves the idea that he’s a grown-up unaffiliated with her school who has a disability, in his case that he’s an amputee.  
  • Anne looks up to Maxwell as this amazing unstoppable wonder.  
  • Anne and Jacobi argue like two children.  They are building a block tower and one of them screws it up.  When it falls they immediately start blaming each other.  “You messed up the foundation!” “You tried to build it too high!” “You nudged it!” “No way!” “I saw you!” 
    • This slowly devolves into “You’re stupid!” “Your face is stupid!” 
    • Maxwell stares at the camera like she’s on The Office. 
    • “Jacobi, she’s six.” “SIX AND WRONG!” 
  • So in other words, Maxwell is her hero, Jacobi is her playmate.  It works out well.  Maxwell thinks Anne is adorable (especially for a human child), Jacobi both has an affection for her and wants to punt her out a window sometimes. 
  • Maxwell is going to make sure Anne becomes a badass when she grows up.  Jacobi is going to make sure she knows how to take care of herself.
  • Eventually Anne makes up name signs for them both.  Maxwell’s is “S” and “Q” while also signing “crown” (she only has two hands so she can’t get the “L” in there).  Jacobi is a “J” over her right arm (she really likes that Jacobi is just some rando who is like her).  Jacobi petitioned for it to be a “J” that turned into the sign for “fire” but it was dubbed too difficult by Maxwell and Anne.    
  • Maxwell strikes a bargain to make Anne take a bath.  When she gets out they can paint Jacobi’s nails.  Jacobi is not privy to this bargain until it is too late. 
    • Jacobi: “WHY CAN’T SHE PAINT YOUR NAILS?!” 
    • Maxwell: “Because I hate nail polish!”
    • Jacobi: “AND I DON’T?!” 
    • Maxwell: “You need to step outside of these preconceived gender roles you–” 
    • Jacobi: “Don’t try to make me better myself. I hate bettering myself and you know it.” 
    • He gets his nails painted.  He swears them both to secrecy and whines about it the entire time.  
    • Later, after Anne goes to bed Jacobi peels the nail polish off and bitches at Maxwell.  “Shut up, Jacobi.” “SHE’S DEAF, MAXWELL, SHE CAN’T HEAR ME!” “I know, but I can.” 
  • Doug comes home and everyone is in one piece.  Anne wakes up to tell him about her day.  
  • Anne tells him about laser tag. “Daddy, we kicked ass!” Maxwell immediately regrets teaching Anne that sign.  She blames Jacobi when Doug gives them a wounded look.
  • Anne: “Jacobi taught me how to make cocktails!”
    • Doug: *absolute horror* “WHAT–?!”
    • Jacobi: *quickly, because he still wants Eiffel to pay them* “Nothing alcoholic!” 
    • Doug: “Thank God–”
    • Jacobi: “MOLOTOV cocktails.” 
    • Doug: “THAT’S JUST AS BAD!”
    • Jacobi: “It’s a really important skill!  What if she wants to start a riot!?”
    • Doug: “WHY WOULD SHE NEED TO START A RIOT, ‘SPLOSION MAN?!”
    • Jacobi: “Lots of reasons!”
    • After much argument about how making incendiaries is NOT AN IMPORTANT LIFE SKILL Jacobi says “I had to teach myself!  I saved your curtains, half your kitchen, and a visit to the emergancy room.” 
  • Eiffel pays them like they’re two teenagers.
  • As they go out to the car Jacobi and Maxwell congratulate themselves on a job well done. 
    • Jacobi: “Everyone survived.”
    • Maxwell: “Yep, we did not kill Eiffel’s kid.” 
    • *HIGH FIVE* 
  • Anne: “Daddy, where do Jacobi and Maxwell live?” 
    • Doug: *thinks: Hell, probably.*  “I don’t really know.” 
    • Anne: “Can they babysit again?” 
    • Doug: “…we’ll see.” *this means no, because dammit they make HIM look RESPONSIBLE AND THAT IS TERRIFYING.* 
7th Year Discoveries Pt2 | Sirius Black

Part One


You walked out of potions class, talking with Lily Evans when someone blocked your way. You glanced up, raising an eyebrow at Gilderoy Lockhart. He flashed you a bright smile, turning his attention to Lily.

“May we have a moment alone Lily?” He asked kindly, looking back at you.

“You okay Y/N?” She checked, giving you a sympathetic smile when you assured her you would be fine.

“What can I help you with?” You asked him, continuing to walk to your next class.

“Would you care to come to the astronomy tower tonight for a candle lit picnic below the stars?” He proposed to you, walking backwards as he talked to you.

You considered it for a moment. You had feelings for Sirius but the likely hood that he felt the same was really small. Microscopic even in your opinion. But Gilderoy, it was obvious he liked you albeit it was probably just for your looks. One date wouldn’t be the end of the world. Just as you were about to give him his answer, you spotted Sirius running up to you.

“I think I’m going to have to pass, thank you for the offer but I’m interested in someone else,” you tried to let him down gently, keeping your voice as low as possible in case Sirius overheard. 

“Who is better than me Y/N? Sirius Black?” He scoffed, looking over his shoulder as Sirius reached the two of you.

“Damn right I’m better than you, but why are we talking about that?” Sirius smirked, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “Is he bothering you love?”

“Love? I’d be careful using such words with our dearest Y/N, she already has feelings for you, wouldn’t want to give her false hope now would we?” Gilderoy smirked, your heart dropping into your stomach. 

The three of you sat in silence. You didn’t dare look to Sirius for a reaction, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to deny it. It felt like hours before he broke the silence.

“Who said anything about it being false hope?” Sirius replied, pulling you into him a little more. Your head snapped up to look at him as Gilderoy let out an annoyed huff. “I suggest you leave my girl alone.”

He gave Gilderoy a death stare until he finally walked away. You waited for him to remove his arm and distance himself. Surely he wouldn’t want to be around you after knowing you harbored feelings for him. But he only kept his arm around you and started leading you to class.

“Thank you for helping me get rid of him, I’m sorry if this makes things weird between us I just-” you were cut off as he turned and pressed you against the corrider wall, holding you there with his hips. “What’re you doing?”

“I love you Y/N, I don’t know why it took me this long to figure it out,” he laughed softly, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. “I was coming to tell you how I felt when I saw you with him.” 

“I love you too Sirius,” you smiled, placing your arms around his neck.

 He beamed down at you, his eyes flicking between yours and your lips. Taking that as your cue you leaned up, connecting your lips in a gentle kiss. He pressed against you, deepening the kiss. You nipped his bottom lip, smiling into the kiss when he groaned. 

“If you two are well and done you have a class to get to, mine to be exact,” McGonagall’s voice broke the two of you apart. You blushed furiously while Sirius smirked.

“Sorry Minnie Y/N has my heart, we can’t see each other anymore,” Sirius said in a soft voice, as if he was breaking the news of a death to her.

“Miss Y/L/N if you keep him from bothering me with his constant flirting, I will excuse today’s small altercation. Keep it out of the halls next time please,” she sighed, giving you a sympathetic look. “You will have your hands full with this one.” 

“Come along love, I have to rub it in Prongs face I got the girl first,” Sirius smiled, taking your hand and skirting past McGonagall with a tip of his imaginary hat. 


“I’m only human, I make mistakes! Please just forgive me Y/N,” Sirius pleaded, tears threatening to fall down his cheeks.

“Why should I? You really hurt me this time,” you sniffed, looking away from him to wipe your own eyes.

“It won’t ever happen again, please just please don’t do this,” he begged, grasping onto the hem of your sweater as he dropped to his knees in front of you.

“What are you two drama queens going on about now?” Remus sighed as he walked into their dorm room.

“He hurt me in the most unforgivable way,” you whimpered, causing Remus to turn to glare at Sirius. 

“What did you do to her? You’ve only been dating three months surely you haven’t fucked it up already,” Remus demanded to know.

“I can’t even tell you what I did Moons, it’s so terrible I’m ashamed of myself,” Sirius began to cry, burying his face in your stomach as he did so.

“He ate her last bit of chocolate,” James informed, snickering to himself on his bed.

“You monster,” Remus declared, utterly scandalized.

“I know I’m a terrible person,” Sirius sobbed, looking back up at you. “Please forgive me my sun and stars.”

“You’re a really good actor, you know that?” You giggled, smiling down at him.

“So are you, we really had Moony worried there for a second,” Sirius smirked, standing up and giving you a quick kiss.

“I hate you both.” 

anonymous asked:

hi! I love your Oliver Queen imagines and was wondering if you could do more?! Maybe where you and Oliver are in a relationship, ( not set in a certain season or anything), and Laurel keeps throwing shade at you but Oliver's there defending you? Anything like that or whatever comes in your mind would be greatly appreciate!! Xx

This is a really interesting idea :) Hope you like it :)

Also because you didn’t specify a season, I’m making it in mid-season two so that Roy, Dig and Sara were on team Arrow and Laurel knew about it, but wasn’t a member.

Also this is inspired by the show Bull, mainly because I had just watched an episode before writing this… seriously though, check out Bull it’s really good. Anyway….

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You loved your job. You really did, but sometimes you doubted the constant torment from one person in particular was worth it. You were a defence attorney for a trail science firm and you loved it.

Unlike what most people believed, you only took clients who you genuinely believed were innocent or were being trailed unfairly. That was how you met Oliver Queen. When Laurel refused to represent Oliver back when he was being charged for being the Arrow, he went to your firm and you got assigned to his case.

You believed that was why Laurel always hated you, you defended him when she refused to. As a result, he told you he was the Arrow almost immediately (let’s be real here, you knew from the moment you took his case) while he didn’t actually tell Laurel himself.

You often got called down to the Arrow Cave when they were hunting a suspect and the police had the wrong man, so that you could take the poor man’s case and make sure they didn’t lock him away for a case he didn’t commit.

You honestly loved going down to the Arrow Cave and helping out, also Felicity occasionally needed help with the tech and let’s be real everyone down there was useless with that kind of thing.

That day you had received a call from Diggle telling you to come down so you made your way there, praying that Sara’s sister wasn’t going to be there. She hated anything and everything you did. Especially since you had beaten her on a case last week.

When you arrived, you honestly considered turning around when you saw Laurel but Felicity was already waving you over so you couldn’t just walk out.

“What happened?” you asked as you put your bag down and leaned against one of the tables.

Before you could continue, Oliver and Roy walked in (still wearing their suits). Oliver smiled when he saw you and happily strolled over to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey,” he said before giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey yourself” you replied, not missing the death glare you received from Laurel, “What’s going on?”

He gave you a small smile before nodding to Felicity to let her know she should begin explaining, “Okay so I’m sure you’ve heard about all the stabbings.”

You nodded, “Yeah the police arrested a suspect didn’t they?”

“Yup,” Roy said, “but they got the wrong guy.”

You nodded, “You want me to take his case?”

“We want you to get him to tell you is really behind them,” Diggle as he walked around to join Felicity by the computers, “he may not have done them. But he knows who did.”

You nodded, “Alright, I’ll push to get him to tell me who is actually responsible and see if I can get him a deal at the same time.”

Oliver smiled and wrapped an arm around waist, “You’re amazing.”

You were about to reply, but then you caught Laurel looking like she was going to explode in the corner. Just as she caught your eye, she seemed to have had enough and marched over.

“What makes us think she can even get the information we need?”

Oliver piped in “Because she’s the best and because she’s been able to do it every other time.”

“She is not the best,” Laurel began, “the district attorney’s office could question him and find out everything we need to know. She doesn’t need to be here.”

Oliver was constantly fighting this battle for you, and yes you loved him even more for it but it was about time you finally stood up to her.

“Laurel,” you started, “first of all these murders have been going on for two months now and the DA’s office will want the case over quickly and you questioning him will just make them pin it on him even quicker. Secondly Laurel, you know I am the best defence attorney out there and yeah my methods are sometimes strange but I get the right result in the end. I don’t know what I did to you, but maybe one day you can get your head out of your ass and tell me what it was so we can get over this. But until then I don’t ask you to be nice to me even, but I damn sure expect you to treat me with the respect that you demand I treat you with.”

With that you told Felicity to email you the man’s case files and walked straight out the Arrow Cave.

About three hours later you heard a knock on your door and opened it to find a rather worried Oliver Queen.

“Why weren’t you returning my calls?”

“Sorry,” you responded as you let him in, “I was prepping for a case.”

He nodded as he sat down and pulled you against his chest, “You don’t believe any of that stuff Laurel said right?”

You shook your head.

He chuckled, “By the way Laurel looked so shocked that she just huffed and walked straight out. Sara said all she could get out of her was that she wasn’t interested in talking about it.”

You smiled and leaned back against him, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin your relationship with Laurel.”

“Don’t be, that was ruined ages ago. I’m sorry I didn’t kick her out earlier.”

For a while there was silence before you simply said, “Jacob Sanders.”

“What?”
“The stabber. His name is Jacob Sanders; Felicity has his address already.”

He chuckled, “How long did it take you?”

“About half an hour.”

“See? Told you I was dating the best lawyer in the city.”

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That was horrid, I apologize. Better stuff coming tomorrow though, I promise :)

Feel free to request an imagine or a prompt. I write for the Chicago series all D.C. tv show characters :)