i got the title right now

Don’t Stop Us Now

@softkent ‘s 14 Days of Love fic-a-thon, day 6: ruined surprises!

It all started because Katya decided to have mercy on Eric and let him take morning classes this semester. WGSS120 was an amazing class, Professor Atley had the coolest stories about how postwar industrialization led to compulsive female domesticity, and his seatmate wasn’t the worst thing to see at 9:30 AM every Tuesday and Thursday. He would have almost been dreamy if he had the slightest knack for small talk. As it was, Eric didn’t even have a name to go on, just intent blue eyes and an ass that even the baggiest of shorts couldn’t mask.

One day, Eric decided to drop a hospitality bomb on the guy and see if he could coax a response out of him. They were both consistently early to class, so Eric budgeted ten minutes for a brief chat before class started and turned to Cute Guy with a winning smile on his face.

“So how about that reading, huh? I thought it was fascinating how cake mix became a prestige thing- everyone in my family bakes, and I don’t think we’ve used a box mix in forty years.”

“Yeah,” the guy said, “I think it had something to do with the scientific advancements they made in food preservation for the troops. Shelf stabilization wouldn’t have been nearly as achievable in earlier years.”

Miraculously, once you got onto a clear subject, Cute Guy was actually a decent conversationalist. Eric found himself losing track of time as they dissected last night’s chapters of Marling.

“And the American National Exhibition anecdote!” he giggled. “Who can even tell the difference between Russian and American Coke?”

“I bet it’s easier with all of the Soviet Union breathing down your back. ‘Da, cola of Mother Russia is vkusno!’”

“Nice accent,” Eric told Cute Guy.

“Really? Thanks, I’ll have to tell Geno. He’s always knocking my Russian. He’s, uh, a friend of my dad’s, and we both play hockey.”

“So that’s what your weird doodles are? Hockey plays?”

“Yeah, I’m captain of the hockey team here. We’re not half bad, if I say so myself.”

“Wow,” Eric enthused, “you must be a pretty good skater, then.”

“Yeah, I guess. I could teach you sometime, if you want. I’m Jack, by the way,’ Cute Guy said.

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Comprehensive List of Ryden Songs

For anon! Marking the songs written by Ryan as R and Brendon as B 

Northern Downpour: R The Ryden Song. 

  • Ryan told Brendon to pay special attention to the line ‘I know the world’s a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home’
  • Brendon has broken down many times while performing it post split and doesn’t sing it anymore
  • ‘I missed your skin when you were east’ is believed to be a reference to the Seattle lore. 
  • ‘Hey moon, please forget to fall down’ - Sun & Moon theory  

When The Day Met The Night: R obvious Sun & Moon theory also here Brendon uses male pronouns in the second verse!

Cape Town: R by The Young Veins, Ryan and Jon’s band, post split

  • Cape Town was the last show Panic played before they split
  • Includes the line ‘I loved you, I left you in Cape Town’
  • Ryan has also said the split was like breaking up with a girlfriend

The Other Girl: R 

  • ‘Don’t have much to say right now, Cause I’m trying to figure out, Why he’s with the other girl’ wow need I say more?

Bittersweet: B 

  • ‘I’ve been to Tokyo and to South Africa’ Cape Town is in South Africa and it’s like a response to Cape Town
  • ‘You could tell me secrets that I’ll probably repeat
    I’m not trying to hurt you, I just love to speak’  
    we know Ry is a secretive person and Brendon has a big mouth so yeah 

Nearly Witches: R+B ahhh The Song Of Salt and pain

  • Ryan wrote the song during the cabin days, but later Brendon used it on V&V with some modifications
  • basically he changed it from a creepy, spooky song to a romantic thing
  • also he changed Ryan’s ‘as a boy’ to ‘as a girl’
  • AND THE Main Thing: Brendon mocked Ryan’s original lyrics ‘here I am composing a burlesque’ Very Frequently by singing it in a.. camp way.. and thrusting his hips etc

Memories: B check this out

The Calendar: B subtlety has never been B’s best suite 

  • This is officially about the split and Ryan and Jon. Like confirmed.
  • but  ‘And I meant everything I said that night
    I will come back to life, But only for you’ 
  • ‘Put another ex on the calendar, Summer’s on its deathbed’ -Sun & Moon theory  
  • ‘at night your body’s a symphony, and I’m conducting’…!!

Hurricane: B 

  • Cause they know, I know that they don’t look like me.
    Oh, they know, I know that they don’t sound like me.  -
    referring to the young veins changing their style 
  • But he didn’t come and speak to me, Or put my heart at ease.

Casual Affair: B

  • preceded by an anti gay message from an old film during live shows
  • which possibly implies it’s about a gay affair? I think brendon said it was about fantasizing etc so yeah

Nicotine: B brendon’s denied it, but a lot of people think the muffled intro sounds like I love you Ryan Ross, but not right now…

Lonely Moonlight: R  Ryan’s solo work

  • ‘When I had a younger heart, You told me not to fear the dark’
  • ‘Someone I love loves someone else’  awww poor bb
  • also even the title is Sun & Moon theory

Where I Belong: R again one of Ry’s 2014 demos

  • If you wanna see the sun, You’re gonna have to dig your way out - Sun & Moon theory 
  • I know I should’ve never left, I’d gotten tired being buried -possibly he was tired of hiding behind Brendon’s voice for his words, but he regrets leaving
  • I hope that I’ve still got your help - Ryan’s actually said he’s not against working with panic again

Impossible Year: B

  • There’s no sunshine, This impossible year - Sun & Moon theory  
  • bitter pills, tattoos, last bruises, no you and me

House of Memories: B he’s not subtle lmao

  • Memories turn into daydreams, Become a taboo 
  • I think of you from time to time, More than I thought I would….You were just too kind And I was too young to know 
  • Those thoughts of past lovers, They’ll always haunt me.. I wish I could believe, You’d never wronged me 
  • honestly, brendon didn’t really have very serious relationships before Sarah so who is he talking about?? (ryanryanryan)

Golden Days: B the throam song (I’m looking @ u anna green)

  • I found a pile of Polaroids, In the crates of a record shop 
  • Boy he was something debonair in 1979
  • Time can never break your heart but it’ll take the pain away

I see a lot of posts floating around with advice like “just force yourself to focus by eliminating all other distractions” or that offer tips for motivation that really only helps neurotypicals. I’ve struggled with ADHD for my whole life, but only recently got properly diagnosed, so I thought I would offer advice on what I’ve done to actually help others like me. These tips can also also help those without ADHD!

1. Throw your phone out the window.
Okay, obviously don’t actually throw your phone out a window. Something that I’ve noticed though, is that if my phone is somewhere inaccessible to me while I’m studying, I don’t compulsively check it the way I would otherwise. I know many of us have major anxiety over missing something important if we aren’t checking everything all the time, and often even apps like Forest (an app that forces you to not access the rest of your phone for a set period of time) don’t always do the trick. I’ve found that it’s a lot better to say, leave your phone on your dresser in your room while you study in the kitchen, or to put it on the dining table if you study in your room.

2. Make a second account on your computer, and restrict everything.
Listen. I have a million tabs open. I’ve currently got twelve open in chrome and another five or six open in safari; and of course, I’m using all of them right now. It’s just kinda how ADHD goes. And when it comes to studying, this proves to be a major distraction – how could it not be? I’m constantly bouncing between the actual work I’m meant to be doing and three different fanfictions, two youtube videos, a dungeons and dragons manual, and college admissions websites. The solution to this? I made another user account on my computer aptly titled “school.” On this account, nearly everything is restricted; I can’t get on tumblr, youtube, Facebook, Instagram, discord, or anything similar. The only sites I have access to are google’s sites (mail, drive, classroom), some math help sites, and Khan Academy. Since these things are blocked, I have to consciously make the decision to procrastinate – and trust me, half the time I’m procrastinating I’m barely aware I’m doing it, so this helps a lot.

3. While scheduling and prioritizing might seem impossible, there’s one time that almost always works.
A remarkable way to motivate yourself for neurotypicals is to simply make a to-do list. If I tried to make a to-do list, it would end up taking more time than any of the tasks on it, and it would be thirty-plus items long at any given time. HOWEVER, I’ve found that sitting down right before I’m about to do work and jotting down a list of what I need to do in the next hour is incredibly helpful. The key here is to never plan for more than an hour at a time, lest you end up with the too-long list that is likely to make you even more stressed out. Sit down and ask yourself, what do I need to do right now, and then write that down. And then an hour later, if you’ve completed all those tasks (or when you complete them, be it earlier or later than that hour) plan for the next hour. Ask yourself, well, now that that’s finished, what do I need to do now? Continue this until your homework and chores are done. The nice thing about this method is that you get the satisfying feeling of accomplishment every hour, which is very motivating and helpful for staying on task despite your ADHD.

4. If you need to be in motion, be in motion.
I know this isn’t true of everyone with ADHD, but I physically cannot stay still. I play with my hands, bounce my leg and my foot, twist my ring, run my hands through my hair – you name it. I find that standing while studying is helpful to this; I have a high kitchen counter with stools that I can slip on and off of easily. When I need to watch a video, I give my hands something to do; I’ve found that stretchy erasers are great for occupying my hands without distracting me from my task, but whatever works for you – fidget cubes, food, silly putty, etc. – is worth a shot. Even something as simple as letting your legs hang off whatever you’re sitting on so you can fidget as you need can be extremely beneficial in keeping your focus.

5. Recognize that sometimes, you won’t be able to get everything done. And that’s okay.
Fun fact: neurotypicals can’t always get everything done either. The important thing to remember is that ADHD is manageable, and can be worked with.

Massage

Title: Massage

Paring: Reader x Pick Your Man!

Word Count: 606

Warning: It’s bathtub smut

 A/N: I could really use this right now. Anyone else?

Tagging some people I see on my dash a lot and suddenly got brave enough to tag in something :) Sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged!!!!


Lowering yourself into the tub after a long day you feel your muscles slowly relax as the warm water surrounds you. The candle light relaxes your eyes as you let them close taking in a calming breath, letting the steam wave over your face. Your hands glide across your skin, loving the feel of the gentle soap and water.

Head falling back to rest on the edge of the tub, strong hands catch you, gently massaging your tight shoulders.

“Just let me take care of you.”

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THE 100, new 4x07 title:

“They’re All Fucked Because Even the Devil Himself Knows That Everything Goes to Hell When Bellamy and Clarke Aren’t Together” – (9:00-10:00 p.m. ET) 

The Arrangement

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Summary: in an AU where the Winchester family owns a multi-million dollar company, Dean’s in a bit of a pinch. Grandpa Samuel is threatening to cut him off if he doesn’t straighten out and stop getting into trouble. Instead of taking some responsibility, Dean comes up with an ingenious plan: find someone to pretend to be his girlfriend. You and Dean have never gotten along, but a fake relationship seems to be beneficial to you both…

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,700

Warnings: language, general rudeness (from Dean), mild angst?

A/N: so this is my new idea for a series! It’s all my brain will do right now. It’s a little rough right now, but I’m hoping you guys like it. Also the title is terrible but it’s all I could come up with.

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WINNER’S TATTOOS

Lee Seunghoon

I’ll start with the cutest tattoo. Seunghoon has the W from Winner’s logo with a circle to represent the Inner Circle

He also has a hand (?) in his hips

Song MinHo 

a crown

“oxygen”

“deuteronomy 28:1” in his chest

It’s a verse from bible who says “If you fully obey the LORD your God and carefully follow all his commands I give you today, the LORD your God will set you high above all the nations on earth.”

“Be Nice” and “Be kind” in his shoulders.

Nam Taehyun

Taehyun is a big fan of Jean-Michel Basquiat, an african american neo-expressionist artist. He has his name on his left arm.

“Stay Gold” and the banana who was inspired in one of Basquiat works.

In his words: “I want to do everything with that mindset. ‘Stay Gold’ is that kind of word. it means the Golden Age. at the end on WIN, we received the title of Winner. since then, I’m spending my days very well. I think that’s what youth is. it’s the Golden Age that you can get only once in your whole life. I didn’t thought much about it and just followed my heart and got it tattooed on my wrist. I’m really happy that I could experience all these moments up until now.“

A bat on his right arm. Also inspired by Basquiat’s drawings.

My favorite, "I don’t do drugs, I am drugs”

A flower seems like it was made by Christophe Louis Quibe, a french illustrator. (i’m not sure)

“MIVIIXCLM” The roman numeral tattoo of Taehyun is from Jean-Michel Basquiat’s “Profit I” painting.

“baby baby” in a fancy font in his right arm.

A line

“South Buyers Club” inspired in “dallas buyers club”, the movie who gave an oscar to Jared Leto.

kurt cobain’s drawing of a guitarist.

jinwoo and seungyoon don’t have any tattoos yet.

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Kick-Ass Chicks: Marissa Smith of NYLON Magazine

We can’t imagine that being NYLON’s Senior Fashion Market Editor is easy, but Marissa Smith sure knows how to make it look FUN. We’re constantly checking in with Marissa to stay in the loop for upcoming collections and collabs, and thought it was about time we introduce you to our go-to girl. With a closet filled with color and checkerboard, we just had to take Marissa to the Brooklyn USA Diner for a bright and bold photoshoot. Checkerboard on checkerboard? Yes, PLEASE! Read on to hear about Marissa’s journey at NYLON, and why Vans have been her style staple from the start.

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Okay but imagine if the Alex Rider chapters were named like the Percy Jackson ones.

“I Shot the Prime Minister”
“A Madman Plans to Dissect Me Alive”
“I Set a Boat on Fire”
“I Enter a Party Illegally”
“I Steal Some Clothes”
“I Win a Race”
“My Godfather Gets Me Hit”
“A Caterpillar Loves Me”
“Jack Borrows a Knife”

Two More Times the Gods Bothered Icarus at Work

The library doesn’t actually pay, per se, but if he volunteers a given number of hours, it does give him vouchers for select items purchased at the campus shops – class supplies, food and other sundries.  Icarus did the math and determined that the value of the vouchers was nearly as good as actual money, with the added benefit of the convenient location where he could stop by between classes easily and rack up hours for the week. 

And it’s fairly peaceful work.  Running the checkout desk; entering returned books into the computer; shelving books; light cleaning.  And Icarus is free to do some of his own homework as well, as long as he gets the list of tasks done, while still earning credit for being there.  Hard to complain about it.

He enjoys the tasks, and enjoys the hush of the narrow aisles, packed with books on either side, higher than his head.  They have a good section on aviation: old and new books; practical and philosophical; aeronautical and astronautical.  Icarus likes to sneak back to steal a few browse through them whenever he can.

Icarus is on his way back to the front counter with two books in hand, when he hears a yelp of surprise, two feet to his left, where there are a couple small steps leading up to the study carrels and tables. 

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Thank God for AP Chem//Theo Raeken

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Omg can I have an imagine with Theo, where reader has to seduce him to get informations to know his intentions, Stiles and her want proves to show to the pack that he’s the bad guy

*Italics are Y/N’s thoughts*

Y/N POV

“He’s a bad dude” Stiles told me “we need to figure out what he’s even doing here”.

Stiles was in the middle of ranting about Theo, who knew Scott and Stiles when they were young. They hadn’t seen him since the fourth grade, and found it suspicious when he tried getting close to Scott. Stiles had a bad feeling about Theo from the beginning, and asked me to help him “investigate”. This was not investigating.

Stiles basically told me to turn on the charm. The charm that I don’t have. I am the worst person for this job. How was I supposed to get information if I can barely string together a sentence in front of him? The only time I’ve ever talked to him was when he asked me for a pen in AP Chem last week..

What the hell was I supposed to do?

I needed a way to get close to him.. Fortunately for me, our teacher was getting us to pair up for a project to do over the weekend. Before I could even look around the room to find him, he was already sitting at the lab station next to me asking if I had a partner.

What if he was on to me? I thought, No that can’t be. I haven’t even said anything to him yet.

“Uh, yeah, yeah that’d be great” I blushed. God, he was so much cuter up close. After exchanging numbers, we made a plan to meet at him house tomorrow to finish our project. Once class was over, along with the school day, I met up with Stiles and told him what happened. Stiles then told me to “put the moves on him”.. What the hell does that even mean? I don’t have any moves!

Oh God, this is gonna be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

The next morning, I prepared myself for seeing Theo again. I don’t know what it is about him, maybe the piercing blue eyes, yeah definitely the eyes, that just made my knees weak. I could barely keep focused in class yesterday, not to mention Stiles’s secret plan. I gathered all the materials we would need and packed up my car. Putting in the address he gave, I pulled out of my driveway with anxiety bubbling in my chest.

I have never had this many butterflies in my stomach than I do right now. I sat in my car, pretending to check the address on my phone while gathering my thoughts.

You’re here to get information Y/N. And do a chemistry project but mostly to get information. You can do this.

I got out of my car, picking up all the materials and made my way towards the door. He must’ve heard the car door shut, because he opened the front door while I was still walking up the sidewalk.

“Hey Y/N” he said, a huge smile plastered across his face. “Let me help you with that” he added as he took the poster boards from under my arm.

“Thanks” I replied, trying to contain my blush. As he leads me up to his room, I remember that he can probably hear my heartbeat, dang it, now my heart’s beating even faster now.

Way to go, Y/N. now he probably knows you’re nervous and you like him.

Once we sat down on the floor, spreading everything out, we got right to work. After a couple of hours of solving problems and fact checking our information, we were finally ready to start working on our poster. As I wrote the title on our big poster board, I noticed Theo’s lingering glances.

Was that a blush? Did I just see Theo blush?

As all the thoughts whirled around in my head, I reached over to grab a marker, only to have his hand meet mine. His hands were strong and soft. When our hands touched, he pulled his back as the small blush on his cheeks became more prominent. We both tried to ignore what just happened; the clearing of throats and the rustling of papers was all that could be heard.

We finished the poster and agreed that I would bring it to school Monday. He walked me downstairs and all the way out to my car. I opened the back door and laid our poster in the back seat before leaning against the side of the drivers side door. We said our awkward goodbyes before I turned around to open my door. Before I could, I heard Theo say my name in a soft voice. As soon as I turned back around, his arm was around my waist, other hand on my cheek, pulling me in for a kiss.

It’s about time.

After what seems like forever, the kiss ended and our lips broke apart. If I didn’t a blush on his cheeks earlier, I sure am now. His chest moved up and down quickly, and out of breath, he gave me a small “see you on Monday”.

The entire ride home, I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. Looks like the secret mission was a bust, but thank God for AP Chem.


Writer’s note: Not exactly seductive, but I hope you like it anyway! Requests are still open! -M

What We Created (9)

Sebastian Stan x Reader (pregnancy series)

Summary: A one nightstand with the one and only Sebastian Stan changes your life and his forever

Word count: 1,308 (short because sadly the storyy is coming to an end)

Warning: fluff, gender reveal

A/N: Seriously so sorry for taking this long to update. I started real estate classes and my first day i took so many notes my hand started swelling. Life is really draining me right now, on top of keeping my Instagram and YouTube updated and getting ready for college. I hope you understand. Hopefully part 10 comes faster than this part did. Also lets pretend Anthony Mackie has social media, okay?

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Thunderstorms

@ me uuhh maybe try nd come up w a creative title sometime 

// i havent drawn mucch due 2 a smol migraine omg, but im on requests now !! albeit a lil out of order bc my hands r a lil 2 shaky 2 draw right now omg,,  plus i got a prompt tht i thought was rlly good !!heck  omg,,  here it is, tysm anon for the ask !!

Robbie awoke very suddenly to the sound of frantic pounding on the cold metal of his lair and before he could comprehend what was happening, he was across the room scurrying up the ladder to open the lid-like entrance.

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Joy

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/You

Summary: A selection of moments from the journey that is having Dean’s baby. A.n. I seem to write a lot of baby!fics. Ah well heres another for ya.

Tags: @the-geekgoddes @wweobsession1029

You pace up and down the hallway of the hotel. This must be your third or fourth circuit by now but you’re a little nervous. You’re almost certain you’ve got the right hotel and if Seth gave you the right instructions then you should have the right floor. The only hitch so far is that piece of paper in your wallet with the hotel information on says room 23 and the door in front of you says 203. You’re hoping the Seth just got the number slightly wrong or you wrote it down incorrectly, otherwise knocking on the door is going to be pretty embarrassing.

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take this passion, turn it into action

pairing: marcus flint x oliver wood
word count: 1691
a/n: dedicating this one to @lilyevians - I just wanted to bring a little cheer into your world right now because I got the sense that you might need it. I sent that anon ask yesterday and rolled with the flintwood+fake dating trope because I can’t stop/won’t stop. <3 (title from Stop Desire by Tegan and Sara)


“I still don’t know why I’m helping you with this,” Oliver mumbled, straightening out his tie and glancing at Marcus in the mirror reflection above his shoulder.

Marcus groaned and shook his head. “Didn’t think you could get more thick. I told you. Adrian and Terry have been making fun of me for fucking ever for not having a date, and what better way than to fuck with them then showing up at Cassius’s wedding reception with you?”

Oliver sighed, but he agreed. It had all been a coincidence anyways, the two of them running into each other. Or at least, a product of themselves, the fact that they had been signed to competing teams. Now that the war was over and the International Federation was holding events again, it was only a matter of time before they would have run into one another. What was so strange about it was that they had spoken that first event, Marcus had reached out his hand for a truce. And things were still shaky, might always be shaky between the two of them, but over the part couple months Oliver had started to consider Marcus a friend, or at least something approaching a friend.

Which is why when Marcus had bumped into him in Diagon, and gotten a very Slytherin twinkle in his eye, Oliver had agreed to his plan. Without thinking through the fact that now he had to follow through with it, and pretend to be Marcus’s date for an entire evening. Just to fuck with his friends.

Oliver did not want to think about the fact that there might have been a chance he would have said yes if Marcus had asked for a real date. But that was a bridge that he figured they would never come to. From the sounds of it, Marcus was more-or-less straight, which is why everyone would have been so shocked (specifically Adrian, who Marcus was hoping would see that he could be free to date men and finally ask out his long time crush Terence.) Which complicated things, because he was pretty sure Marcus thought he was straight too.

“Here,” Marcus mumbled, and spun Oliver around. “You’re just fucking it up.” Oliver noted, as Marcus untied his bowtie and fixed it up, that even though the other man had large hands and thick fingers, he was surprisingly dexterous. 

Oliver swallowed. “Thanks,” he mumbled, and Marcus flashed him a smile - a real smile - and Oliver tried not to melt. 

It would be so much easier to hate him again.


Marcus was right.

The wedding itself had been a private affair, family members only. Marcus and Oliver then, luckily, only needed to attend the reception. They arrived at the party hand in hand, and as soon as they stepped in the room the entire crowd stopped talking. Jaws dropped and Oliver heard more than one muttered “holy shit is that Oliver Wood?” as they made their way through the crowd, Marcus in the lead. Marcus’s hand was sweaty, just a bit, and Oliver decided it was because he probably didn’t want to be holding onto Oliver at all.

Even though when they reached the table with Marcus’s friends, he didn’t let go.

“Adrian, Terry,” Marcus greeted, finally letting go of Oliver’s hand to pull a chair out for him. “I’m sure you remember Oliver Wood?”

Oliver grinned weakly and reached across the table to shake the offered up hands.

“I thought you were joking!” Terry pressed, in a stage whisper that was barely any quieter than normal speech. “You said you were bringing Wood and I thought you were pulling our legs!” 

Marcus flashed another grin, a devious one and his eyes twinkled in the same way Oliver remembered from their run in. “Would I lie to you?” He asked, as he dropped into his seat.

Adrian laughed. “Literally every day.”


The meal went over smoothly, for the most part. Oliver didn’t say much, but when the table finally switched into conversation about Quidditch he was happy to participate. Adrian was a Ballycastle fan, which Marcus took well, his chest puffing up in pride. Terry, on the other hand, mentioned that he thought Puddlemere actually had a shot this year, and Oliver found himself lost in conversation with the Slytherin.

He was pulled out of it when Marcus took his hand again. “Let’s dance.” Marcus pressed. Oliver frowned - they hadn’t discussed dancing, but he couldn’t very well say no now, could he? 

Nodding once to Terry in a ‘thank you for saving me from everyone here’ gesture, he followed Marcus onto the floor.

As they arrived, the song switched, tempo slowing down, couples moving closer together. Oliver glanced at Marcus but the man looked fine, unfazed by this change of events. Taking a breath to steel himself, Oliver stepped closer to Marcus and placed his free hand on the other mans hip, letting Marcus do the same.

They fell into the rhythm easily, bodies only inches apart. Oliver could feel the heat radiating off of Marcus, could smell tobacco and leather polish and broom oil. Could tell, from this close, that Marcus had freckles on his nose and a scar under his left eyebrow. The proximity was heady and when the song ended Oliver tried to step back, catch some fresh air.

Marcus tightened his grip. “Don’t leave me now, Wood.” He mumbled, and Oliver’s stomach clenched and turned but he nodded. He had agreed to this. He just needed to make it through another few hours and then he could go home and actually start to consider this new information about Marcus, could close his eyes and pretend things were different.

Three songs later, finally, Oliver managed to twist out of Marcus’s grip. “Need the bathroom,” he breathed out, and turned on a heel to leave the hall. It was only once he pushed open the doors, inhaled fresh cool air and leant back into a small alcove that he realized he was in big trouble.

Oliver closed his eyes and rested his head on the brick behind him, but when he inhaled again he realized the air was no longer fresh and clean. Marcus’s unique smell was back nearly full force, and he swallowed hard before opening his eyes. Marcus was standing less than a foot away from him, eyes looking almost worried as he scanned Oliver’s face. He was blocking the only way out of the small space, but Oliver realized he didn’t feel too claustrophobic - in fact, he wanted there to be even less space.

“Alright, Wood?” He asked, his voice gruff in a way Oliver wasn’t used to.

Oliver managed to nod as their eyes connected. “Yeah. Just. Needed fresh air.”

Marcus nodded and stepped closer, pressing a hand into the stone wall that Oliver was leaning against. He was just about to say something, lips three inches away from Oliver’s, his exhale ghosting across Oliver’s face. And then the door opened again and Adrian and Terry stumbled out, and Marcus’s eyes went wide and they both froze in place.

“Look, you didn’t see the look on Wood’s face,” Adrian was saying to Terry. Oliver frowned at Marcus and he pulled a face. “I don’t know what he did but he’s managed to con Wood into coming, they’re not dating. He’s just doing it to fuck with us, which is exactly what I said was going to happen. Merlin he’s such an asshole-”

Terence was much quieter, and Marcus glanced back and then turned back to Oliver. “Sorry,” he said, though he didn’t sound sorry at all, and then he crashed their lips together. Oliver’s small noise of protest was muffled by Marcus’s lips, and when it was clear the other wasn’t pulling back he lifted his hands up, sliding one around to hold the back of Marcus’s neck and lifting the other up to fist in his shirt.

“Terry,” Adrian stage-whispered, and then made a small strangled sound. “Fuck,” he added, and Oliver listened as the footsteps padded away. “Fuck there are totally snogging, I don’t know how he-“ Adrian’s voice faded off and the kiss lingered another minute before Marcus finally pulled back.

“What was that for?” Oliver tried to sound angry, he really did, but he knew there was no malice in his voice anymore. Knew he couldn’t be angry because even when Marcus laughed and said it was a joke and disappeared, he’d be thinking about that kiss.

Marcus shrugged, and suddenly looked uncomfortable in his own skin, shuffling from one foot to the other and ducking his head down. “Dunno.” He admitted, glancing back over his shoulder to make sure the hallway was clear. “Wanted to do that. Figured I wouldn’t get another chance.”

“Are they still out there?” Oliver whispered, low as he could. Why else would Marcus be saying that he wanted to kiss him? (What was he missing?) 

Marcus looked back up, met Oliver’s eyes with his own. “No.” He said, clearly. Sure of himself despite the flush creeping up his neck. “I know we’re not really… that you just agreed to this as a favour, or - actually I have no idea why you agreed to this. But I didn’t think I’d get another chance, so.” 

Oliver swallowed, hard, and then lifted his hands up to cup Marcus’s face. He decided to take a leap, and hope he didn’t fall. “As far as first dates go, I’d give this a four out of ten, I think. You better aim for a seven on the next one.”

Marcus gaped at him, blinked, shook his head. “What?” He tried to clarify, voice still gruff and low and now laced with confusion.

“You wanted to kiss me. I want you to continue kissing me. Sounds to me like that’s grounds for a second date?”

A large grin broke out over Marcus’s face, and suddenly Oliver found himself being crowded back into the wall again, Marcus’s hands on his hips and his body warm against Oliver’s chest. “Who says I need to wait for a second date?”

David Tennant x Reader - Hot Chocolate

Originally posted by holmesillusion

A/N: Hello! This is my first imagine to write on Tumblr. You have no idea how nervous I am right now! I was in a rut of writer’s block, but I finally got out of it because I’m in a very David mood tonight. I hope you enjoy it!


Title: Drink Your Hot Chocolate

Warnings: None!

Characters: David Tennant, You

Plot Summary: Escaping the blistering cold of winter, you find yourself safely inside a Starbucks, when a certain, very familiar Scotsman catches your eye.


The chill of the sharp winter wind scratched against your face, causing your eyes to squint in distress. The weather had reported a strong blizzard coming to your area just tomorrow, and you had to get to the store for supplies before they all ran out. However, the blistery weather had you regretting your decision.

Ah! You thought. Finally!

Luckily for you and the very skin on your face, a warm and toasty looking Starbucks appeared around the corner. Many of the passersby on the streets of London were walking into the delicious coffee establishment, and you couldn’t wait to get inside and order a nice warm drink. The line was favorable, and your throat was nearly screaming for relief from the chill.

“Hello,” a kind looking barista with black hair and a nose piercing said. “What can I get for you?”

“Can I get a grande peppermint hot chocolate?” I asked, simultaneously grabbing my wallet from my bag.

“Sure!” she exclaimed with an overly excited tone. “And your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied, giving her a small smile.

You paid for your drink and sat down in a secluded corner of the coffee shop, taking a look at your surroundings. The Starbucks was filled with the melody of talking people, baristas calling drinks that were finished, and the soft beat of forgotten pop tunes playing quietly from the speakers.

You’d been in this Starbucks millions of  times, and you noticed that there was a lot more whispering than usual. And the whispers seemed to be targeted in your direction. You quickly looked around yourself, making sure you didn’t have anything spilled on you, and spotted a hand very close to you.

Moving your eyes up from the tip of the fingers to the face - a man’s face - you pointed out a very distinct and familiar profile. A large hat and black sunglasses hid most of his face from view, and he sported a sweatshirt and black jeans that made him unrecognizable.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” I asked without thinking, causing the slightest jump from him at the sudden break of silence.

“I don’t think so, no,” he responded in an extremely forced American accent.

“I swear, I know you. You look so familiar, even with all the cover-up.”

As you studied him again, you understood. The sideburns ,the thin pointy nose, the gorgeous freckles peppered across his face. David Tennant.

“Holy shit…” you whispered. “D-Dav-”

You stopped yourself. You knew better than to draw attention to someone who clearly didn’t want it.

“I’m a huge fan,” you whispered. “Don’t worry, I won’t rat you out. It’s an honor to meet you.”

He sighed of what sounded like relief, swallowing hard and turning to you. “Thank God,” his rusty Scottish accent coming back. “You are a saint. I was so tired of that damn accent.”

You giggled, finally seeing through the sunglasses to his eyes. Those beautiful chocolate eyes. They drew you into a gaze that you simply couldn’t break out of. Not that you wanted to, anyway.

“We kind of got off on the wrong foot. I’m David,” he held out his hand.

Gently taking it into my own, I felt a shock of electricity shoot up my arm, sending a chill down my spine.

“Y/N.”

“What a lovely name, Y/N.”

The way your name perfectly rolled off his tongue sent another shockwave of excitement.

“Why, thank you, David.” you replied. “Might I ask a favor of you?”

“Of course.”

“Could you sign something for me?” you blushed.

“Certainl-”

Just then, the barista called both your and David’s name at the same time, and David stood up, grabbing both drinks and walking back over to you.

Taking a pen from his pocket, he held up your drink, signing it and handing it to me.

“It’s been a pleasure, dear Y/N, but I must be going. Need to get to set,” a disappointed gleam flashed through his eyes.

“Will I ever see you again?” You asked, blushing after realizing what you had said.

He giggled lowly. “Drink your hot chocolate, love.”

And with a wink to you, he left the shop, leaving you all by your lonesome.

You looked down at your cup, examining his signature, but you also caught something else.

Ello, love. You seem very lovely and very sweet and kind. I’d love to see you again xx. Call me sometime, if you’d like. :) -David Tennant

Worried - Part 3 - Request

Originally requested by anon:  can you do one where Sherlock comes home from a long case which he finally solved but is beaten up and and bruised and he doesn’t understand why is reader is so worried because Sherlock + human emotions = ?
Winner of Sequel Friday #2

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 2,690

Warnings: None, I think.

A/N: I know I said I would add a bit of smut, but I couldn’t find a way of doing so because it would be too rushed. Sorry! Maybe, if you want a third part I will focus on that.

Enjoy!

To say that her behaviour changed after Sherlock’s strange confession would be a lie. (Y/N) was still the same professional, friendly, caring girl Sherlock had fallen for within an instant.

She had made sure to take good care of him, and so his bruises were healing and his limping was almost gone. Sherlock was afraid that her interest would be soon lost without his wounds and so he would try his best to get rid of the ice and heat packs whenever she wasn’t looking, or faked to drink the medicine just so it would last a bit more.

“I don’t know, John.” (Y/N) sighed to the phone, “He was fine and now he… He sunk.” She stood silent for a while, and Sherlock observed her from a slight creek on the door. “Yes! I’ve done everything; the bruises are still there… I’m getting worried, John, what if it’s something else?” Sherlock rolled his eyes, “Fine… All right, thank you… Bye.” She hung up, and Sherlock rushed back to the bed before she saw him.

“How’s John?” He asked innocently as she entered the room.

“He’s good. Mary and he are taking the baby to the park for a while and then they will come over.” She replied softly.

She looked bad. Her eye-bags were pretty big by then and her hair was messy, her usually pink lips were pale and her whole complexion seemed to have changed. She looked skinny, and sad.

“Why are you still worried?” He inquired tiredly, “I’m good now.”

“You’re not.” She stated, staying at the door. “The bruises are still there without a single change… It’s like you haven’t been on treatment or something.”

Sherlock hesitated to speak. He knew it was his fault, his own envious fault, wanting to stay ill just for the sake of having her focused only on him. Sherlock knew he had to tell her the truth, he felt bad when seeing her like that, but what if she lost interest?

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Beast (Pt. 3/3)

Request: Hey love! Can i get a Derek Hale smut where the reader and him are married and they have like kitchen smut which leads to table smut and bed smut and shower smut? THANKS

Character: Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: Very smutty, Language, and SMUT!!!!

Part one: http://fiftyshadesofrebel.tumblr.com/post/151687174586/beast-pt13

Part twohttp://fiftyshadesofrebel.tumblr.com/post/151766643291/beast-pt-23

AU Note: I cannot thank all of you for how much support I am receiving on my writings/edits. All of my followers mean the absolute world to me and i would never trade this for anything. I love you all. Thank you for the support!!



His fingers knotted into my stringy hair as I took him in fully my hands scratching as his chest. He groaned at the marks, my nails sliding with the water. I stared up at him while my tongue worked wonders under his shaft. If we weren’t in the shower I could have sworn he was drooling. His happy trail hit my nose as he moved, my reflexes relaxing with each hit. He shuddered letting himself go as I sucked him clean, some of the ejaculation going down the drain. I licked my way up, making sure to take extra long when it came to his abs.

He hissed yanking me up, his lips capturing my tongue and sucking on it all the while he gripped onto my ass, kneading the softness. I broke away from him, turning my body around and pressing it into him signaling I was ready. He muttered dirty nothings into my ear while he entered me. I couldn’t stop myself from clenching the entire time, his movements halting to adjust. He loved it when I clenched, something about it always turning him on more so than ever.

Now the real Derek came out. He wrapped his left hand into my hair, while his right pushed my back down, hands automatically going out to touch the tiles. He then let the power consume him going faster than I ever felt him do before. I instantly screamed my throat going rasped as he senselessly fucked into me.

“Yes princess fuck yes let it out. Tell Alpha just how much you want this cock.” He yelled, his claws raking down my spine, the sting bringing tears to my eyes. I couldn’t speak I was so raw. It felt so vulnerable as I let him take his way with me. We’ve been married for five years yet I have never seen this side of him. How….?

Unaware of what was going on, I felt him pull out my body being yanked by my hair. I let out a mewl my legs numb from his force. He picked me up and slammed me against the wall, a dent forming. Gasping I took his face in my hands kissing all over as he rammed back into me, my teeth scraping over his ear. My body kept lurching forward as he smashed into me, never giving way.

“Alpha holy fuck, I’m not gonna make it.” I cried his body going faster at the  mention of his title. He looked into my eyes, the blue almost blinding. I don’t think I ever came so hard as I did right then and there my eyes blurring. His true call came out, the seed warming my insides as he scraped the wall, claws ripping tiles. I don’t remember passing out but I do remember waking up in the bed, Derek’s equally naked form wrapped around me. I guess he could sense I was awake because his arms got a little tighter, and his face grew a little darker.

“How are you feeling?” He questioned, his voice thick with panic. Now that he had mentioned it I was feeling a tad sore.

“Just a little sore. Why? Afraid you broke me?” I giggled my form sitting up to stretch. That’s when I saw it. My entire body was either purple, red or normal. I was covered in cuts and bite marks. I traced them with my index finger the feel making me clench with good feelings. I turned back to him and he was glaring out the window, hands behind his head and jaw set in a pissed off way. Confused I reached over to touch his face and he flinched, expecting me to hit him.

“Der what’s the matter?” I worriedly asked my body turning to sit on top of his. He looked up at me then his eyes menacing and dull. Gripping onto his chest, I leaned down further my breasts freeing from the sheet. His nostrils flared as he tried not to act on his instincts.

“Please stop acting like this. Stop making me look like a savior when all I am is a monster. I got too carried away and you are all marked up. Fuck why did you let me do this? Why didn’t you stop me?” He babbled pushing himself closer to the headboard, so he was sitting up. I couldn’t let the words he wanted to hear fall from my lips, because they just weren’t true.

“Derek you did absolutely nothing wrong to me. If anything I was surprised you held that back from me and we’ve been married how long? It was everything that I craved from you and if you ask me that was the best sex we have ever had.” I blushed, eyes watching my fingers the delicate pads tracing over his chest. He snatched my hands making me involuntarily look up at him. His eyes were searching. Fighting with himself on if he truly believed you.

“Do you mean it..mean that I didn’t hurt you? I loved that you had an a blast, I mean I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy myself more. But i cannot fathom how much pain i caused you.” He looked truly wounded and it ached your heart. Scooting closer to him you kissed his lips, the tenderness he carried making your chest heave more.

“Derek Hale if you do not stop right now. You could never hurt me and I asked for it anyways don’t you remember? I am the one who said the words, you merely acted upon them. So yes I would love if it happened again and no I am not hurt.” I stated my eyes closed and my lips ghosting over his. He closed the gap, my hands snaking up to his hair.

“I cannot get enough of you, fuck.” He mumbled, fingers twisting at my sides. I just sank into his arms, as he took me once more.

marrying yoongi

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

  • happy day one of 2k17 time to start the year off right with an unconventional marriage to yoongi
  • i say unconventional because think about it?
  • yoongi, married?
  • those two things don’t really go together??
  • marriage definitely isn’t for everyone and i see yoongi as someone who doesn’t really wanna get married
  • it’s just like a label for him and also being married is kind of scary to him?
  • like that’s a lot more trust and commitment and there are so many horror stories of marriages gone wrong that he doesn’t wanna risk it
  • like your relationship is so perfect right now i think that maybe he would feel like he would jinx it if you got married?
  • like you guys have been dating five years so it’s like you already act like a married couple, he doesn’t see the need to put a label on your relationship like that
  • like all that matter is that you love him and that he loves you, the titles shouldn’t be important?
  • yoongi would be the last one to get married i think
  • in this au he is
  • like all the other boys are married and they’re like yoongi the married life is wonderful and he’s like how is it different than the dating life
  • is there an actual difference i think not
  • jin rolls his eyes and hoseok looks so offended
  • jeongguk shrugs and says there are cool rings and jimin says more snuggles and tae says more love or something cheesy??
  • but then namjoon is like i guess it’s the same maybe except there’s a tax break when you’re married
  • yoongi’s eyes light up because tax break?? sign him the heck uP
  • no seriously though
  • he starts to think about it
  • it’s not fair to you, someone who probably wants to get married, to deny you that just because he’s a bit on edge about the whole thing??
  • he loves you more than life itself and if that means stepping out of his comfort zone, well damn he’s willing to do it
  • now that he thinks more about it, he kinda feels like an asshole because you had always hinted at wanting to maybe settle down and actually get married, but he had always countered your little hints with the whole marriage isn’t real blah blah blah
  • and as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he notices a change in all of his friends after they get married and there’s this new light in their eyes and he doesn’t want to miss out on that
  • he’s figured he’s made you wait long enough so he better get on that proposal am i right
  • yoongi probably thinks he’s really subtle going about this whole proposal business thing but he is most definitely not
  • like for rings?? he pulls up a bunch of rings on google images and he sits you down like not for me, but uh,,, which ones do you like??
  • and you’re like yoongi wth these are engagement rings
  • “really i would have never noticed?”
  • “yoongi, you typed in engagement rings into the search bar??”
  • like that’s the kind of stuff yoongi is pulling
  • you’re shaking your head because yoongi can’t keep secrets from you, not this far along in your relationship
  • like one day you see he left his laptop open right
  • and pulled up is “wedding mixtape” playlist and you’re like wth yoongiiiiiiii
  • you’re kind of hyping yourself up because oh my god yoongi is actually going to propose?? like he’s hardcire going to get down on one knee and propose to you??
  • i mean you actually gotta wait for it to happen,,,
  • thank god yoongi consults the squad first because his proposal idea wasn’t a very good idea
  • i don’t think yoongi is someone who’s the best at expressing himself with words, like he definitely is someone who is better at using his writing to express how he really feels???
  • but he felt the pressure to do a normal, spoken word proposal like everyone else and so he was gonna speak it out
  • and he goes to his number one bro,,, namjoon,,, and he’s like how does this sound
  • “i love you very much and i want to marry you and share a house and a tax break with you”
  • namjoon is like,,, look you’re my senior but i’ve never wanted to hit you more
  • “look yoongi, you have a gift with your written words, and it would be stupid for you not to use that”
  • “but, but, they’re probably expecting a speech or-”
  • “look, trust me on this yoongi, your true feelings will mean much more”
  • yoongi is still feeling a little self conscious about it so namjoon agrees to sit and help him work everything out
  • like i know it’s the cliche but
  • yoongi would so write a song
  • think about
  • yoongi, all of our insights of how yoongi really thinks and feels deep down is through his music??
  • he always comes off as being okay and living the dream for the fans but like we know his real feelings through his music
  • music is his love and you are also his love and he’s gonna combine his two favorite things together
  • you come home that night to find a note on the counter saying yoongi is at the studio and he’ll be gone for a while, and to not wait up for him
  • hahaha
  • yah right
  • you stay up for him, by sitting on the couch and watching the marvelous misadventures of flapjack
  • yoongi gets home at like three in the morning??
  • and he thinks he’s being super subtle and secretive but nooo, your ass is up and you notice him right away
  • wow the hoseok one was four pages this one is gonna be so much longer wowow anyway
  • he kinda freezes because he wanted to wait for the next morning because yikes it’s late and he’s exhausted and he’s overwhelmed with this bubbling happiness??
  • but you’re up in his face, demanding to know where he’s been because you could’ve sworn that he was on break??
  • he gets all red and stammers out this really crappy excuse and you just roll your eyes
  • “min yoongi, we have been dating for like seventy two years now, i know when you’re lying”
  • so he just gives you that gummy smile and leans down and kisses your forehead
  • “i wanted to wait but…”
  • he hands you his ipod and earbuds and he pulls up this song for you
  • you two are sitting on the couch and he keeps his hand on your thigh while you listen
  • the song starts about when you two first met and how he would have never expected to fall in love with you, but in a strange turn of events he did
  • he brings up your first date and your first kiss and the first i love you
  • he talks about the little things he loves about you, the things you think nobody ever notices
  • he talks about how you complete him, how happy you make him, how you’re his sun, moon, and stars- no wait, his universe
  • he talks about how excited he is to spend the future with you and how he’s looking towards growing old with you and
  • and at this point you’re crying
  • maybe because it’s three in the morning but maybe it’s because you love yoongi
  • it’s probably because you love yoongi
  • you tackle him onto the couch and soon you two are kissing so super gently and his hands are tangled in your hair and your hands are on his chest and it’s so!!
  • after that he kinda
  • “shit i gotta get down on one knee”
  • and he pulls a box from his coat pocket and he pulls out the ring
  • it’s really simple
  • probably a silver band
  • if you’re a gem person i don’t think he would do diamond, he would do your birthstone instead
  • or onyx i could see him with onyx
  • something simple but also something really not cliche
  • anyway he slips it on your finger and he kisses you again
  • you two fall asleep on the couch, your fingers intertwined
  • you wake up the next morning to-
  • is that hoseok screaming??
  • you open your eyes and all of the boys are crowded around you and yoongi
  • namjoon spilled the beans oops
  • hoseok and jin are crying and jeongguk and jimin are winking suggestively
  • you roll your eyes and try to go back to sleep but yoongi moves a bit and you end up falling off him
  • the boys are like since we’re all married, we wanna help plan the wedding!!
  • yoongi is like,,, you have five seconds to run before i murder you all dead
  • okay but hear me out
  • yoongi doesn’t wanna get married,,, as in like a wedding
  • like he just wants to get eloped
  • to elope???
  • and you’re kind of okay with that because you don’t wanna spend money on a ceremony and you can still have the boys come
  • like you can save that money for a really nice honeymoon or lots of poptarts
  • mostly you know that a big ceremony would probably stress yoongi out completely and it’s not worth it to have him upset and panicking over what’s supposed to be the happiest day of your guys’ life
  • the thing that matters is that you two are gonna get married, the means aren’t really important
  • just because you two are eloping doesn’t mean it still can’t be nice??
  • like he would rent a tux out i’m sure and he would probably get all the boys tuxes too
  • and you would dress up too i’m sure of it
  • but before the wedding right??
  • like boy says he doesn’t care about the details of whatever is happening
  • but he’s so interested when you rent out your outfit and pick out your bouquet and call up an official
  • the day comes and i see yoongi getting married in the winter
  • like january 27
  • so like it’s snowing outside and the world is so calm and peaceful
  • the “wedding” would be really small, like the boys would be there, your best friends, and your parents if you wanted
  • but that’s about it
  • and he’s waiting at town hall, wearing a tux that’s a little too big for him
  • you two would be wearing matching converse or something btw
  • namjoon is right at his side
  • yoongi is like i won’t cry haha crying is for wimps
  • but as soon as he sees you walking down
  • tears are streaming down his face and namjoon has to keep a hand on his shoulder to keep him from running towards you
  • i think yoongi would definitely write his own vows but he can’t get through them properly because he’s crying and smiling that precious, gummy smile of his
  • everything seems like a blur because all you can think about is yoongi, as your husband…
  • the official is like guess what you’re married now, just kiss okay
  • and yoongi can’t really try to pretend he’s calm and collected
  • he pulls you into his arms
  • you two hug for a bit first and then he cups your face in his hands and presses his lips to yours
  • hoseok and namjoon cheer the loudest
  • tbh it probably ends in a group hug with all the boys congratulating you two and wishing you well
  • yoongi sweeps you off your feet and spins you around and then leans down to kiss you again
  • the after party is a little more high key
  • okay guess who has an obsession with new york
  • when my girl nancy got married they rented out this restaurant and had everything there
  • i think nicole did the same thing
  • so all that money you saved on a wedding, you dedicate to renting out this classy restaurant
  • more friends and family are invited than just the bangtan boys
  • lots of good music is playing and it’s really lively and upbeat
  • your first dance song is something really soft and slow though, something that yoongi composed by himself just for the occasion
  • it would be really cute tbh he would probably get really shy because not a dancer by nature
  • so you two would more sway than anything
  • after that, hoseok, jimin, and jeongguk take over the dance floor
  • you and yoongi sit back and bask in each other’s presences
  • he holds your hand the entire night like even when you’re eating dinner he holds your hand and won’t let go
  • gets real emotional when namjoon gets the first toast
  • probably ends up in tears by the time jeongguk is toasting to you guys
  • tbh the only time he goes back on the dance floor is when lil miss princess kim and taetae junior drag him by the hands and ask him to come and dance
  • you all dance together and yoongi is beaming so so so brightly
  • btw hoseok and jeongguk nearly fight it out to get the bouquet
  • after the reception, you and yoongi go home right?
  • and you don’t sleep right away, you sit there and talk about your future together as a married couple and it’s really sweet because he’s mumbling and he keeps kissing your knuckles and all
  • i think yoongi would wanna go to a big city for the honeymoon and you guys probably end up in tokyo or something??
  • anyway he always calls you mr/mrs. min and it’s really sweet and cute and he actually wonders why he thought he would never get married because it’s super wonderful the end
Forgive me pt2.(Peter Parker)

Summary- You helped Peter after he told you he was Spider-Man and Liz was getting very suspicious. One day you were helping Peter and you were in a situation where he had to choose you or Liz. He chose Liz in the end.

“Peter I’m making the antidote right now!” You said through the phone. Peter never listened to you, ever even when he knew you were right, which was always.

“Hurry up I see him, he’s walking up the Stark tower”

“Peter don’t you dare hang up on me”

“Look I love you okay just be safe and trust me” Peter end the call and starts swinging while Y/n was trying not to think of ways to kill the boy. As she was thinking there was a shatter of glass behind her. He said he was the Stark tower, she thought to herself. Since this was her fathers building she knew her way around pretty well but it all felt alien to her.

“Come out come out come out pretty girl” he bellowed as he took long strides around the lab. With every second the fear grew inside of Y/n just how the antidote was cooking. If she left now she’d be safe just how she promised Peter but she stayed for the antidote. Y/n ran to gas chamber that they had in the lab for some weird reason, she wasn’t going to question it. Her plan was to stay in there till the lizard left and she could give the antidote to Peter. There was no sound of footsteps, which stopped earlier than expected and the fear went away and washed out of Y/n’s system as relief grew over her. She was safe, or so she thought…

Her eyes darted at the gas that was filling the chamber. It was almost instantly that she stood up and was met with his face.

“Boo!“ He said calmly. Y/n felt that fear come again as she stared into the eyes of a man who her father worked with.

"HELP!” Y/n screamed as she banged on the glass. She could feel the intoxicant trying to take over her body with every breath she inhaled.

“What- did- you- put- in- here?” She said trying to gasp for air. There was no point in holding her breath for as long as possible because soon enough her respiration would kick in.

“Something that will make you go to sleep” he sang as the weight on Y/n grew immensely.

“Sweet dreams my dear” with that said Y/n’s eyes grew heavy and she could no longer open them. Her whole body had given out to the gas. There was nothing she could do to save herself.

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

“Y/n”

“Y/n!” Someone was screaming her name. The voice was too muffled to hear through the trance she was under. Her body didn’t feel heavy anymore but there was something on if pulling her down maybe?

“Hmm”

“Y/n you’re awake!” And Y/n wished she was dead. Why was Liz here? There was no possible way she could of been, she said she was visiting her grandparents down south- unless she lied to Peter and stayed. Of course she lied and stayed, that’s all Liz ever did when Y/n was around. Liz was jealous that Y/n could help and she couldn’t, she was just a pretty face.

“Liz-”

“Now which one does Parker love more?” They both turn their heads to the direction the voice came from. Y/n had always looked nice and smart but right now she looked terrible from everything she had been through tonight which was Peter swinging her around foolishly, bandaging Peter up, creating the antidote- Where is the antidote?, she thought and looked around her. Of course it wasn’t with her, it never was when she needed it, which was right now.

“Me obviously I’m his girlfriend” Liz glared at Y/n when she said ‘girlfriend’ and put more emphasis on it.

“Are you joking? You want to have a petty argument right now?” Y/n said coldly, almost as cold as the lizard who enjoyed watching them bicker.

“I am his girlfriend, what are you a rich snobby British kid?”

“Love you forgot ‘bitch’ in that but I guess no one can take your title” Y/n almost forgot about the man who had gassed her and was out for Peter.

“Well at least I can help, I’ve got this” Liz held up her cellphone. She was so stupid to of even brought that thing with her.

“You dumb bitch how are you supposed to use it if the guy that’s out for your boyfriend is right there and has you captive?!”

“At least I can call Peter my boyfriend” Y/n had had enough with Liz using everything and everyone. They all think she’s nice, smart, kind, loving,pretty but in the eyes of Y/n she was a nasty, dumb, hypocritical cunt of a lair.

“Hey buddy do you think you could untie me so I can beat the crap out of her?” The huge lizard laughs and shakes his head no.

"As fun as that sounds I need you to bring Peter to me” he grabbed both the girls and ripped the ties on each before holding each in one hand. Liz was already calling for Peter like she was in charge of him. It wasn’t helpful that they were on the edge of very high building. Y/n wasn’t afraid of heights like most things but she sure didn’t like being dangled from off the side of one.

“COME OUT SIPDEY BEFORE I DROP ONE!” He yelled and with that said Peter did come but how could no one notice a massive Lizard on a rooftop? Peter’s moments made him seem tired and exhausted only because he was tired and exhausted. This life wasn’t for him if he didn’t get the girl he thought to himself but their were two girls.

“Let them go” Peter says calmly and then the girls weren’t dangling over the edge but had strong grips around their necks. What he was trying to do was make Peter choose, he could only have one of the girls so he had to choose.

“Alright Parker I’m going to make you a deal, choose one of the girls and leave the other one to die and I’ll come in safely, save both and I’ll kill them both” he spat with a little lisp on each ’s’. Y/n felt the grip on her neck tighten as Peter walked towards Liz. He was going to choose her.

“I-I want Liz” Peter breathed as Y/n couldn’t she could see black dots forming in her eyes and the pain of having no oxygen was the worst she had ever felt. No, Peter choosing Liz and leaving her to die was the worst pain she had ever felt. Her beating heart stopped after a whole minute of struggling.

“Very well then Parker” a loud snap was heard by every member on the rooftop. Y/n was glad she didn’t feel the pain any longer even though she wasn’t living anymore. She died because Peter chose Liz but if she did live, would he have chose her still?

Peter thought he was going to be able to save her, after he heard the snap he knew she was gone and it was his fault because he chose the wrong girl. He didn’t hold Liz in his arms like a boyfriend would instead he held Y/n in his red and blue arms.

“I’m so so so sorry Y/n I didn’t choose you” he cried, his mask was no longer one because there was no need he lost a great big part of him. There was no point in checking for a pulse yet Peter did jut because he had a little hope that she was okay. She was never going to be. It was like uncle Ben all over again.

“You did this!” Peter shot daggers at mutant lizard who had a smug smile on his face.

“You did this, you chose a different girl, face it Parker we all don’t get what we want in life” for him it was his arm that made be this way and it made Peter furious he just wanted to kill himself just so Y/n could forgive him. The thing is before she saw what she thought was death she did. It was always going to be Peter and Liz never Peter and Y/n. Peter knew this was his fault there was nothing he could do about it. He sat on the floor and carefully placed Y/n’s head onto his lap hoping her neck wouldn’t have more damage than it already did. It was then he noticed that she drowning in her own blood. This is all my fault, Peter thought. All he wanted was Y/n back and that was never going to happen.

“I’m so sorry Y/n, I’m so sorry I didn’t choose you. I-I thought I could of saved you too. Please if you’re still here, if you’re still with me, please forgive me, please” Peter cried the hardest he ever did and nothing was going to make him feel better. A gentle hand touched the side of Peter’s face, he looked at her eyes hoping to never see them again.

“Pete, it’s going to be okay”

“Don’t touch me” Peter snarled at Liz and she was taken back by his rudeness, it reminded her of Y/n and it made her feel sick.

“Pete come on let’s get out of here-”

“I don’t want to see you again”

“Peter you’re in shock lets go” Liz tried to grab Peter’s hand before they could touched Peter wiped the sweat that was still on Y/n’s face away.

“And leave her here, I should of broken up with you just like I told her I would”

“What are you on about?” Peter turned his head and looked Liz dead straight in the eye. She knew that he hated her as much as Y/n but he hated her for the wrong reasons.

“Y/n kissed me and I kissed her back, she asked me to break up with you so we could be together but I never did and she was okay with that. She was okay seeing me with another girl when she wanted that girl to be herself and now look at what’s happened. I took her away from myself because I didn’t break up with you, this is your fault!”

“My fault? You had the choice, me or Y/n and you chose me, don’t blame me for your actions Peter. She deserved to die anyway, Y/n was always horrible to me and I was nothing but nice and I’m glad she’s dead because now she won’t get in the way of us”

“What 'us’ Liz? That 'us’ left as soon as her and Harry came into town and Y/n was never horrible to you, you were jealous that Flash wanted to get with her and not you”

“Your an ass” Liz couldn’t stand being in the presence of a boy who was grieving over a girl who, in her opinion, wasn’t that special. Yes she was the daughter of Norman Osborn and was extremely smart but at the end of the day she was nothing, so was Liz. There was nothing special about her either. All Liz was was a pretty face nothing more nothing less. All Peter wanted to do was bring Y/n back and then he remembered Harry, her brother. If Harry knew he would never talk to Peter again. It felt like years that Peter was crying when it was only seconds till Mr. Stark flew by. He knew what was going on between Y/n and Peter.

“Peter…” the only thing Tony could give was comfort and it was the thing Peter needed most of it.

“She’s dead Mr. Stark, she’s dead because of me and I don’t know what to do” the only feature that stood out on Peter’s face was his eyes, his bloodshot eyes.

“You tried-”

“No! I didn’t, I didn’t try at all and now sh-she’s gone”

“Let’s get her home safely” with that said Tony carefully picked up the fifteen year old girl in a bridal way. From this angle he saw that she had countless tiny cuts on her face and her face itself was a different colour. Peter watched Y/n’s head seeing as her neck had snapped that’s when he saw a necklace she was wearing. 'Osborne’. He asked Mr. Stark if she could take it and he let him. If Tony didn’t have any love for Peter he would of killed him on the spot because his niece was dead. Don’t ask about the family tree, it’s complicated.

Tony got Y/n home safely to the tower and he placed her on her bed. No one was there to see the mess he was in. His niece was gone and he couldn’t help but feel responsible because he didn’t try to stop her from doing anything bad. This whole situation was bad but what was going to be worse was that Tony had to tell her sister and brother. They both already hate Tony, only Y/n was the one who loved him and now he had to tell her she died.