i have a thing for him shoving people

Out Of Context Critical Role Sentence Starters

“Seventeen! Puke on those fucking guards!“ 

 "I would like to buy your hair for a hundred gold pieces." 

 "You can’t walk off in the middle of hide-and-seek again! I’ve been in a barrel for an hour, I fell asleep in there!" 

 "I am a little evil magnet." 

 "Do you want to do a reach-around and see if you get a handful of wooden boob?" 

 "I show him my ass and I leave." 

 "I once saw him kill a man with his taint." 

 "I covered my hand in ink and, yeah…" 

 "My name is Burt Reynolds and that offends me." 

 "Your hands are just covered in piss now." 

 "I bury my shame." 

 "Don’t worry, I still have my lips." 

 "You realize that I was born to shove things in holes…" 

 "Vomit on those bitches." 

 "I’m the most wicked narwhal of all time!" 

 "Some people have no sense of FUCKING HONOR." 

 "You’ll leave when Burt Reynolds tells you to leave." 

 "Remember that time you killed a kid?" 

 "Turn around 180 degrees then run as fast as you can." 

 "I’m just sitting in the corner going HAHAHAHAHAA!" 

"The butt flap is down." 

 "It’s not sexual at all, I’m not attracted to you! Like literally if it happened I would be ill." 

 "Alright, I’ll whip it out again." 

 "Hey, _____. How much XP would _____ get for drowning an entire cargo hold of slave children?" 

 "What’s the term for when your penis is inverted?" 

 "Roses are red, violets are blue. We’re both gnomes and you are sooooo foxy.”

 "He smells of sandalwood. And dismissiveness.“ 

 "And my thoughts are still fuck you, no way, bye-bye." 

 "You’re right! He is no hollaback gnome." 

 "We don’t do anything with dignity!”

 ”_____’s lifeless corpse has a pool of urine around it.“ 

 "Nobody sweating more than is…you know necessary when being threatened by a big fuck-off dragon.“ 

 "Hit him in the arse!" 

 "Most of what I do is long and hard." 

 "I just got one of those terrible ideas I get on occasion." 

 "I died as I lived. Hard." 

 "I’m gonna dominate the guy in front." 


 "Fancy fancy mustache that you cannot wipe off your face!" 

 "Hey, look! I found a hole!" 

 "Oh! I got hit with his dick!" 

 "I’ll just punch him in his dragon face." 

 "I’m going to stand over here and fail to stay in character." 

 "Nothing can go wrong. This is a great idea!" 

 "He was trying to corrupt my soul or whatever…but good luck with that." 

 "You were like a dick in a box." 

 "This probably isn’t a good idea but…whatever." 

 "Will you come check this hatch for boobies?”

anonymous asked:

I'm 14 going on 15 and I hate how so many people who take a character that was just my age, and make creepy art and fic about him. I'm about to turn his current age and have been propositioned since I was 11 and was always told that adults who try things like that are perverts. So why is it when a bunch of 20 somethings pushing a teen who is around my age into a sexual relationship with an adult and do explicit crap, it's not perverted and gross? What about the teens who are feeling sexualized?

First off, thanks for writing me and being polite in your message. 

The first thing I want to address is this: you should never be made to feel sexualized. Unless it’s with someone you want to be sexual with, like a crush of yours. Even with someone you consider a crush, if you don’t want to feel that way and don’t want to do anything that can be considered sexual (be it even a kiss), you should never feel forced. This is not just now because you’re a teen, this is something that all of us go through and need to keep in mind even in our 20s, 30s and so on.

I’m so sorry that you feel that way in real life because some adults are absolutely disgusting. They are. Adults that prey on children are absolutely disgusting and horrifying and you should call them out, tell your parents or your teachers or the police. I’m not kidding here. I know it’s hard and you might feel like you’re going to be made fun of, or that they won’t believe you, or that they will side with the adult, or that will belittle you and tell you it’s not a big deal. If you tell someone you trust, they won’t do all those things. Go with your guts. Tell, even if someone only threw nasty words at you or catcalled you (and I really hope you never went through anything heavier than that). In those cases there won’t be much that you can do, but telling someone will help.

What I can tell from your message, is that you (subconsciously or not) equate sex with generally being nasty and perverted. This will probably be unnecessary, but I’ll say it anyway: sex is not inherently gross or disgusting or creepy. If you feel that it is, then it means you’re not ready to enter a sexual relationship, and that’s perfectly fine and normal. I won’t tell you that that’s only because of your age, because some people never (or very rarely) show any interest in sex (it’s called asexuality and it falls under the LGBT+ spectrum). Whether you do end up growing to want sex or not doesn’t matter here. 

What matters is that now you clearly don’t want to see sex and anything to do with it in your fandom experience and that’s fine. Tumblr offers you ways to make your experience better and show you only the content you want to see. Block any nsfw tag. Don’t follow blogs whose description clearly states that they post nsfw (like mine). Tumblr is a big and scary place if you just take everything it throws at you (be it ship hate, nsfw stuff, etc). The thing with it is that it can’t cater to everyone’s tastes, so you have to be active about blocking the stuff that YOU don’t want to see. Other 14-going-on-15 year olds might be okay seeing nsfw fanart and posts and that will be their Tumblr experience, but you should definitely take measures to protect yourself from what you don’t want to see. 

Now, the thing about Otayuri is that no matter how you twist it, it’s not illegal to ship it, even in a sexual way. You should definitely read this post about it, because the thing is, as much as we can project our feelings and real-world stuff into anime characters, they’re not real. 

I assure you that if Yuri on Ice was a flesh and bone show things would be different. I don’t really watch any current TV shows with teens in them so I can’t speak for what other fandoms do with their ship, whether they’re sexualized or not. I can only speak for this silly and amazing anime that’s been consuming my life for the past seven months or so.

Anime and cartoon characters are a safe way to explore things about real life. Whether it be sex or depression or anxiety or simply falling in love, we can all identify with an anime character and see our flaws, our fears and our history in them.

The thing you have to remember is that we (I’m speaking for the slightly older part of the fandom since I’m in my twenties) have been Yuri’s age. We’ve very likely had crushes on boys or girls that were a bit younger, our age or slightly older (like Otabek is). So I think for most of us, shipping Otayuri is a way to remember what it feels like to be a teen and be in love/have a huge crush. We will never be that age again, and maybe there’s things we regret not doing, crushes we wish we had confessed. By shipping Otayuri in an active way (meaning: drawing fanart or writing fanfiction) we can explore things we experienced as teens (or wish we had) and pour a little bit of ourselves in Yuri’s (or Otabek’s) character. 

Those things might involve anything from simple fluff or rough sex, because, accept it or not, some people at 15 or 16 were (are) having sex of all kinds. Sweet, loving, rough, vanilla, kinky, you-name-it sex. So not to explore that aspect in a healthy way (through fics or fanart) would be lying about what reality is, it would be denying that we ever thought about or had sex at that age.

Much like with blocking tumblr content, you can choose what kinds of fanfiction you read. Only read General and Teen and Up tagged things, read about fluff and about falling in love in a sweet innocent way. Read anything tagged “Ace!Yuri” (it means asexual, the thing I was telling you about before). 

But please understand this: when we sexualize Yuri, we’re mostly sexualizing our (often past) selves. Not other teens, not other real-life people. Yuri doesn’t exist in real life, and many of us see bits and pieces of ourselves in him. When we write about him we really write about ourselves, be it because we want to see how we (maybe a little sassier and bitchier version of us) would have confessed a crush to our best friend, or would have handled the aftermath of having just shoved our gloved fingers in said best friend’s mouth in front of thousands of people. Fanfiction is a study about versions of ourselves that never existed, but might as well have.

Another thing I need to make clear: Otabek is not an adult. I assure you that the morning of your 18th birthday you won’t feel like an adult. You’ll feel like the you from yesterday and it will be anticlimactic af, you’ll be like “That’s it?” and yeah, it will be it. Just because the law in some country or state says that 18 is the age of consent (which is set to 16 or 14 years old in many other countries) it doesn’t mean that you’re automatically an adult at that age. You can be 18 and have had sex since you were 14. You can be 18 and completely uninterested in sex. You can be 18 and have a 15 year old mental age, or you can be 16 and be mentally more mature than some 20 year olds.

What canon has shown us, is that Yuri and Otabek are much closer to each other’s mental age than the 2 years + a few months difference they share. I encourage you to find posts about why there’s no power imbalance between Yuri and Otabek, because they compete in the same sport and they have had similar experiences in life.

In conclusion, if you feel irked about nsfw fanart and fanfics and discussions when it comes to this particular ship, please don’t read it/watch it. But what I can assure you is that none of us are trying to sexualize you or your peers. When we sexualize pixels on a screen we don’t see those pixels as a flesh and bone version of a human, we only see an idealized character whose age we are or have been and whose personality and experiences we want to safely explore.

Also really important: when we write/draw NSFW, we don’t write/draw it for teens to read. I repeat: WE DON’T CREATE NSFW CONTENT FOR TEENS. We’re not your parents or guardians, we write NSFW for whoever feels like they can handle seeing nsfw content. If you’re a teen that goes on the nsfw tag and then complains about it (I’m not saying that’s what you did here, I’m speaking generally), it’s only your fault for going in a tag that you weren’t comfortable to begin with.


  • Speak up if you feel sexualized IRL in a way you don’t like;
  • Learn how to use tumblr safely, block tags, understand that tumblr doesn’t do those things for you. Make your fandom experience exactly the one you want to see;
  • Don’t trust adults who tell you this ship is somehow illegal: it’s not;
  • Understand what’s behind fiction and fanfiction as a way we have to explore real life things (often too personal to write about as ourselves, so we project those things in characters we like);
  • Understand that adulthood is not something that happens from one day to another;
  • Learn to discern what content is meant to be consumed by a teen and what content isn’t;
  • Be safe.

yaboy-robin  asked:

so here's a scenario for you- the sole survivor is one of the best people the companions have met. however, they seem to be the only one that thinks that - as anyone who meets the sole survivor is rude, overly mad, and even blames them for things that aren't the sole's fault - even other companions (other than the ones in the react). can we get a companions react to one more person being rude to the sole - and the companion's had enough of people being rude?

Cait: She snaps. She whirls around, catches the offender by the lapels of their coat, and shoves them up against the nearest wall. “Alright, listen up, you fuckwit son of a bitch.” Her fists grip tighter, and her knuckles turn white. She goes nose to nose with her prey. “Sole is one of the best people you’ll ever have the fuckin’ luxury to know. And if I hear you say shit about them one more time, I’ll beat yer ass so hard you won’t shit right for a week.”

Codsworth: “Mx. Sole, I’ve had enough!” he blurts. He flinches when all eyes turn on him, but pushes on. “You’ve done nothing but kind things for these people, and sacrificed so much to be here. I can’t- I can’t stand seeing them be so rude to you! And I-I know it doesn’t mean much, from me, I know no one listens to me, but.” He turns and addresses the crowd. “You all should be ashamed of yourselves!” 

Curie: “You don’t know what you’re talking about!” she exclaims, rounding on the person. She wags a scolding finger at them, looking like an indignant schoolteacher. “Sole has been nothing but good and kind to me, and everyone else we’ve met! The only reason any of you have been unkind is because of small-minded fears and prejudices. Well, no more. Sole deserves all the respect and kindness in the world.” 

Danse: “I suggest you keep your mouth shut, civilian.” Danse rises to his full height, looking very imposing in his power armor and fierce glare. “Maybe you are incapable of respecting good people when you see them, but this person is better and more capable than you’ll ever be. Perhaps you should learn when to pick your battles, instead of insulting people with more honor in their little finger than you have in your entire body.”

Deacon: “Let he who has committed no sin cast the first stone, am I right?” he snaps back. He glances at Sole. “That’s the line, right?” Without waiting for a reply, he pushes on. “Maybe you should stay out of other people’s business, ‘kay? You don’t want me insulting you just because you haven’t brushed your teeth for three weeks and smell like you hit your kids, or something. Just, like, have a little respect. We don’t all need to be assholes.”

Dogmeat: He growls at them, even snapping his jaws if he finds them particularly repulsive. He won’t do anything unless Sole commands it, but he makes sure to glare at and snarl at the insulting person whenever they’re around.

Hancock: His eyes narrow, black depths glimmering. He steps forward, between the jerk and Sole, somehow looming over them regardless of any difference in height. “I think you were talking to the wrong person,” Hancock says, brandishing a knife, shining in the light. “’Cause I’m a real bastard. I own that. But Sole? Nah. They’ve never done anything to you, and never will.” He points his knife towards the curve of their neck. “Me, though…”

Nick Valentine: “Don’t do this.” Suddenly he’s all sharp and angry, losing his temper in the blink of an eye. “You remember how you treated me, years ago, when I was a newbie to this town and your kind loathed me?” He jerks a thumb to his chest. “How’d that work out for you? Maybe you should think before you speak.” He’s almost like a disappointed father, berating and shaming the jerk into mumbling an apology.

MacCready: “Well, you- you suck!” he shouts, glowering at them over his shoulder. It sounds way lamer than he imagined it in his head, though, and the jerk laughs at him. So he marches forward, all short and thin and furious. “Yeah, laugh, go right ahead. You won’t be laughing when I- when I pop your head from a hundred miles away, asshole.” The use of profanity is lost on the stranger, but Sole gasps, and Mac feels a little proud.

Piper: “How dare you?” she snaps, jabbing a finger into their chest. “After everything Sole’s done for you? What? What are you saying about me, too. Are you saying I’m dumb for traveling with them? ‘Cause, hoo-boy, buddy, believe you me, I’m not as nice as Sole. I’ll- I’ll fight you. I will! Let’s just- let’s go out back. Right now. You and me. Mano-e-mano. Or, uh… Persono… e… woman-o. Yeah. Let’s go. Let’s do this.” Sole has to drag her away, still shouting.

Preston: He turns on the person, looking stern. “Have you ever fought for anything?” he demands. “Sole has given up so much to support the Commonwealth, and never gets a word of thanks for it. Before you judge them, before you blame them, maybe you should think about what we’re trying to accomplish, in the long run.” He gets up on his soapbox and gives a heartfelt speech. People are inspired. Old women cry. He kisses a baby afterwards. 

Strong: He twitches. Before anyone can stop him, he’s got one meaty paw around the offender’s neck, giving it a pinch to see how the person squirms. Everyone rushes to stop him, but he looks to Sole, ignoring the other humans. “Strong break?” he asks, waiting for the order. 

X6-88: He seems calm at first. “Should I kill them, Mx. Sole?” he asks, almost pleasant. Sole says no, of course, but that doesn’t stop him. He tracks them down, later, and is waiting in their house when they come home that day. He takes off his sunglasses, and somehow, that’s more terrifying than anything else. “You shouldn’t have spoken to Sole like that,” he says, and suddenly there’s a knife in his hand. “I’ll make sure you don’t make that mistake again.”


Originally posted by magiccastles

anon said : can you do a yugyeom enemy to fwb smut where the reader is a bit younger? thank you!

Summary : You say you can’t stand him. He tells you to take a seat then.

Warnings : language, smut

Word Count : 2.8k+

If Yugyeom interrupted the lecturer one more time, you were going to take the stapler off of the desk and staple his lips shut. Okay… not really. That was a really gross thought actually. You discreetly shook your head, trying to get the image the thought had conjured out of your mind.

You had been thrilled to be selected as a TA during your first year of college. The thrill had lessened slightly as the year had progressed. Honestly it wasn’t the job that had lessened the thrill. Everything would have been fine if Yugyeom wasn’t a student in the only class you were working as a TA in.

Yugyeom. College Junior. Majoring in dance. Minoring in music. A complete jerk.

It seemed that he’d made it his job to annoy every serious college student, go to every college party, and to have sex with every hot college girl. And one more thing… what was it… oh yeah! He’d made it his job to annoy the shit out of you.

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psa for ppl who plan to stage door after brendons show


i know that sounds really really mean because wow! your idol! your favorite person! trust me, theres so much more than i could of said to him today, but this is soo important.
there was a girl with her mom in front of me (she was 19? her mom was like 56) and they were with us when zack said not to spend too much time - i dont know if this goes for stage doors but we only had a few minutes before their car arrived and they left.
when brendon came out, they spent a good long while talking to him, they made him sign 3 pictures and take a photo AND video. this took roughly a whole minute, and there were about 20 of us there. the unrest of the girls behind me was astounding, and frankly scary - as someone who deals with a lot of anxiety, getting shoved forward was pretty terrifying.
i, along with ONE other girl out of 20 got to properly meet him and take photos. that isnt fair? of course it was stopped for good reason - everybody started crowding and pushing to get to the front. and the only reason the fans did this was because they were scared they wouldnt meet him because somebody had to be selfish and take all of his time in a conversation.

i get how exciting it is to meet him - i cried afterwards. i waited 8 years for it. but you have to be mindful of other fans - we are all there for the same reason. a photo + an autograph + a few kind words shouldnt take more than 20 seconds. please dont ruin this for other people because slowing down when theres no time in the first place gets people really anxious which can lead to someone getting hurt. if one girl taking her sweet time made 20 people shove forward and get restless, imagine 100+ people doing the same thing. its really dangerous and if something happens they wont come out for anyone. please. please make it quick.

1-A Dorm Headcanons
  • Midoriya has an All Might alarm clock that says something along the lines of “Wake up! Why…because I am here!” and he accidentally set it really loud so it wakes everyone up on the first morning.
  • The next day they have a special early hero lesson and of course All Might bursts in with the same line only to be met with everyone yelling at Midoriya and going back to sleep.
  • Shouji cooking massive breakfasts every weekend in about 15 minutes because he can do 8 different things at once
  • “Yaoyorozu I forgot to pack this can you make one?”
  • There are not enough plug sockets in the lounge area so Kaminari gets plugged in and has to sit in the middle with chargers in his mouth.
  • Sometimes people shove extra chargers and wires in his mouth just to shut him up.
  • Tokoyami and Jirou blasting screamo/heavy metal at 3am
  • At least one or two people fall asleep on the sofas everyday and it’s an unwritten rule that you tuck them in and don’t disturb them.
  • One morning everyone finds Kirishima and Bakugou snuggled up together, fast asleep and everyone takes pictures. The dorm nearly gets destroyed after Kaminari’s snickering wakes Bakugou up.
  • Hagakure gets dared to hide in the suit of armour in Aoyama’s room and move around a lot.
  • Items get stolen from everyone’s rooms and hidden in Bakugou’s although nobody tells him. Take them back if you dare.
  • Todoroki falls asleep literally everywhere but still gets blankets and cushions thrown over him even if he’s somehow standing up
  • They take lots of cute candid photos and hang them on the walls and put them on their individual fridges. However this also results in a lot of terrible photos
  • This turns into a game where pictures of Kaminari’s ‘stupid face’ are hidden in random places all over the school.
  • Compulsory friday night get together and sleepover in the living room and I mean compulsory. But everyone loves it even Bakugou…secretly though of course.
All Yours (Connor Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2116

Warnings: Gets pretty steamy (I’ll seperate it in case y'all are uncomfortable with it), sad Connor, language, fluff

Summary: Connor has a (bad) habit of sneaking into his girlfriend’s bedroom when he’s feeling down. Y/N doesn’t mind at all.

A/N: This is a combination of two requests. One from an anon who wanted Connor sneaking into the reader’s room when he’s feeling upset, and eventually breaking down, and one from @lildipstick who wanted fluff or smut with Connor Murphy. Hope you guys enjoy!

I scrolled mindlessly through tumblr, the bright screen and The Book of Mormon cast recording the only things keeping me from falling asleep. I looked at the time on my laptop screen and exhaled when I read it. 12:30 AM.

I suddenly heard a noise that sounded slightly sinister and I pressed pause on the music, taking my headphones out. I said there in the semi dark, my laptop screen illuminating my face.

My window suddenly opened and I jumped, letting out a curse. “Connor Murphy, you bastard. Give me some warning next time.” I said, as Connor’s lanky frame clambered into my bedroom.

“I don’t know exactly when I’m going to need a break from my family, so I can’t give you warning when it happens.” Connor said smugly, shutting my window behind him.

“Whatever you nerd. You interrupted my nightly Book of Mormon session, so I hope you feel bad.” I retorted as Connor sat down on my bed, glancing at my laptop screen.

“You and your goddamn Broadway shows.” Connor mused, laying down on my bed. “Excuse you, Broadway is wonderful. It’s not gay if you listen to it, Connor. Jared likes it.” I said and Connor snorted, sitting up.

“Jared is gay.” Connor retorted and I felt my cheeks go red. “Bad example, but you get my point. Correlation, not causation.” I said, hoping I didn’t sound like too much of an idiot.

“I didn’t think it was possible for someone to get so worked up about musical theatre.” Connor said, his dark hair half up in a bun. I snorted and Connor looked at me strangely.

“If you think that’s me getting worked up about theatre, you should see me when someone tries to convince me that all musicals are pretty much the same. That’s getting worked up about theatre.” I said, huffing slightly. Connor just chuckled, reaching across and tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“You’re cute when you’re annoyed. Your face kinda screws up, and it’s adorable.” Connor said casually, and my cheeks went an even brighter red.

“We’ve been dating for 3 months and you still blush when I compliment you.” Connor said, moving my laptop out of the way and pulling me close to him. “I’m not used to people saying nice things about me.” I muttered and Connor let out a sigh.

“Neither am I, Y/N. I guess we’ll have to be each other’s firsts.” Connor said and my eyes widened, suddenly aware of how this might look to my parents. Connor chuckled at my expression, kissing my cheek gently.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Y/N, but if you want to.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I scoffed and shoved his side playfully, burying my burning face in the crook of his neck.

I inhaled his scent and noticed that there was a smell missing. A smell that usually coated him. “You haven’t been smoking.” I said, but my tone made it sound more like a question. Connor nodded, and I looked up at him.

“I stopped smoking when we started dating. Weed used to be my therapy, sure, but I’ve got a new form of therapy right here. That’s why I always come here when I need a break from everything that’s going on. Nothing helps me get my mind off things better than you.” Connor said, playing with my hair as he spoke.


I pressed feather light kisses up Connor’s neck, knowing exactly the spot to put a little more pressure. Connor took in a deep breath and shuddered slightly, and I could feel his heartbeat speed up.

“Y/N.” He breathed out shakily, and I looked up at him with mock innocence in my eyes. “Yes?” I said innocently, although the smirk on my face betrayed any innocence in my voice.

“God, you don’t know what you do to me.” Connor growled, his voice low and husky. “So then why don’t you let me know.” I replied, capturing Connor’s lips in a heated kiss. I slipped one arm around his waist, and tangled my other hand through his hair.

Connor eagerly kissed back, and I leaned forward, pushing him down onto his back. “Y/N.” Connor said, panting slightly as he slipped his hands under my shirt, his slightly calloused fingers running over my skin.

He quickly slipped my shirt off, and his hands moved further up my chest. My breathing quickly became laboured, and I could tell Connor noticed. He simply smirked, and I retracted my hand from his hair and moved it to the front of his jeans, noticing his expression change to a look of shock and bliss. 

“Shit.” Connor muttered, disposing of his shirt as my hands were… preoccupied. “You sure… you wanna do this?” Connor breathed out, his eyes half closed.

“Does this answer your question?” I said, undoing the zipper on his jeans and tugging them down, the bulge in his underwear significantly more noticeable now. Connor’s response was a low moan, and I smirked to myself, in awe of the effect I had on him. “I’m all yours, baby.”


Connor and I laid on my bed together, the both of us sweaty yet immensely satisfied. “Holy shit.” Connor muttered, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck.

“I know.” I said, shivering as his breath tickled the sensitive skin on my neck. “I don’t not think this was how the night would go.” Connor said, snaking his arms around my waist.

“Neither did I, but I’m glad that’s how it ended up.” I said, glancing at the numbers on my alarm clock. 1:00 AM. “So.. what prompted tonight’s visit?” I asked after a stretch of silence. Connor took in a deep breath, and I immediately felt like I’d hit a nerve.

“It was mom and dad. They were… they’ve fought before, sure, but nothing on this level. They were screaming, and I’m fairly certain I heard something get thrown.” Connor said softly, and I let out a sad sigh.

“I… I can normally cope with it, because I always come to you, but for some reason, this is more than I reckon I can deal with.” He said, and I felt hot tears hit my skin. I turned around so I was facing Connor, his eyes red.

“Hey, hey, babe, I’m here.” I said, circling my arms around his waist and pulling him close to me. He started gently sniffling and I simply held him tighter, our bare chests pressed flush together.

“When it all feels like it’s too much. Like you can’t bear another day. You know exactly where to find me. Just sneak in through my bedroom window, and if I’m asleep you can just slip into my bed. I honestly won’t mind.” I said, rubbing Connor’s back soothingly, kissing his forehead.

Connor looked up at me with a look of astounding love and gratitude in his eyes. “I love you, Y/N.” Connor said, my breath hitching as he uttered those three words that neither of us had spoken to the other before. 

“And I love you. I love you so much, Connor. I don’t know what life would be like if I didn’t have you sneaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night.” I said, gently placing my lips on his.

This kiss was softer, gentler than the first kiss we shared this morning. This kiss conveyed love, and it left me feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush. My stomach was full of butterflies, and my skin heated up when Connor cupped the side of my face with his hand.

“How do you manage to still look so beautiful, even though you’re covered in sweat and have major sex hair?” Connor said and I blushed darkly, thanking the lord that it was pitch black.

“Maybe it’s because you can’t see me.” I said and Connor chuckled, tucking a strand of my majorly messy hair behind my ear. “That was funny, but it was also bullshit. I know that you look beautiful no matter if you’re wearing makeup or not, or if you’ve spent a whole heap of time working on your hair. It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, although I will say that my favourite outfit is the one you’re wearing now.” Connor said and I punched his shoulder playfully.

“I could say the same thing for you, Murphy.” I said, smirking at him and scanning his body. “You know, you’re the first girl who’s actually seen me naked.” Connor said and I moved my mouth towards his ear.

“And let me tell you, it’s quite a sight.” I whispered, noticing how he shivered slightly at my words. “If you wanted round 2, you could’ve just asked.” Connor said cheekily, tracing his finger down my spine.

“Maybe later, big boy. Tomorrow is, after all, a school day.” I said and Connor pouted, sitting his hands on my waist. “We could just skip.” He suggested, and I frowned.

“I’d normally say yes, but I’ve got some exams tomorrow that I can’t afford to miss.” I replied, taking ahold of his free hand. “That sucks. Now that you mention it, it’s like 1:30. I should probably head back home so mom and dad don’t give me hell for running away or some shit like that.” Connor said, untangling himself from me and sitting up.

I immediately felt cold, and I shivered as a breeze passed through the room. “You can keep my hoodie. I know how much you love it.” Connor said, handing me the bundle of fabric. 

I held it close to my face and sniffed it, Connor’s scent filling my nose. “Thank you.” I whispered, slipping on the hoodie. “You’re welcome. I have, like, 5 more at home. I can spare one for you.” He said, pressing a kiss to my cheek as he pulled on his jeans.

“I love you Connor.” I said once he was dressed, the moonlight highlighting his sharp cheekbones. His usually cold face softened, allowing me access to a side of him very, very few have seen.

“I love you Y/N. I’ll see you at school, ok?” Connor said, and I nodded as he opened my bedroom window. “I’ll see you at school.” I replied, touching my fingers to my lips. They felt like Connor’s lips were still moulded with them, and I didn’t want the feeling to go away.

“I love you Y/N.” Connor whispered, blowing me a kiss before leaving my bedroom, shutting the window behind him. I laid down in my bed, Connor’s hoodie pulled tightly around me like a security blanket of some sorts.

I felt myself finally drifting off to sleep after the events of the past hour or so. “I love you.” I muttered once more before drifting off to sleep. Little did I know that Connor was muttering those same words as he walked home, that adorable, dorky smile resting on his face as he said them.

“Good morning Y/L/N.” Jared said, awkwardly pushing past people as he approached me. “Good morning Jared.” I chuckled, adjusting the straps of my backpack as I spoke.

“Hey, is that a new hoodie?” Jared asked, gesturing to Connor’s hoodie with his thumb. My cheeks flushed slightly and I nodded. “You could say that.” I responded, fiddling with the white strings of the jacket.

Jared’s brow furrowed, as he stared intently at the hoodie. Suddenly his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped so far it practically hit the floor. “That… that’s Connor Murphy’s, isn’t it?” Jared said, his eyes now trained on me.

I felt my blush darken as I nodded, and Jared smirked his trademark smirk. “So, you and Murphy, eh? I wouldn’t have imagined it, but now I can picture it.” He said, punching my shoulder lightly. “Whatever Jared.” I muttered, my cheeks ablaze as I opened my locker.

“Hey, it’s no big deal. I’m happy for the two of you, of course. I just, it’s unexpected, that’s all.” Jared said, and I looked at him quizzically. He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

“I’ve always thought of you as my little sister, Y/N, and I want to look out for you. I’ve heard horror stories about Connor and his… temper, so I just wanted you to be happy. And safe.” Jared said, concern clear in his eyes.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Jared.” I said and Jared looked like a considerable weight had been taken off his shoulders. “I love Connor, and I am both safe and happy. In fact, I reckon I’ve never been happier.”

[Hurting] 11th Doctor x Reader

Prompt: @ollybear​ requested: Can you do an 11doctor x reader where they are in a relationship they get in a huge fight after she sees amy kissing the doctor.

Word Count: 820

Warnings: Slight angst

I am so incredibly sorry for how late this is! This is my first fanfic, so feedback is appreciated!

You frowned when you saw Amy Pond start to get a little friendlier than you’re comfortable with, with the Doctor, your Doctor.

You had been his companion for quite a long time, meeting him after his previous companion at the time, Martha Jones, had decided to leave the TARDIS. You found that something had just clicked between you two and after that, a few shared moments here and there, and a lot of Donna’s attempts at setting you two up later, eventually the Doctor confessed his feelings to you and took you on a wonderful first date. You had a picnic in the TARDIS, and he had set her drifting in the Medusa Cascade. But after he regenerated; it was like he was a whole different person. He was Of course, you wanted to get to know him again, his quirks, his personality. But the one thing you did know was that you still love him deeply.

When he had regenerated, they had met Amelia Pond, a sweet 9-year-old girl. But that was 14 years ago. Now she’s all grown up and trying to woo the Doctor with flirty comments and innuendos.  

 Amy had now moved right next to the Doctor and was starting to come on to him, in a seductive nature. You watched behind the TARDIS door as Amy tried to straddle the Doctor to her bed, but he pulled back and clambered of the foot railing. You were about to intervene when Amy slammed the Doctor in front of the TARDIS door, shutting it, and started kissing him. 

 You huffed as you tried to get the door open, but gave up knowing it was useless. You had had enough of Amy’s behaviour and stormed off to your room, slamming the door, while telling the TARDIS to “not let the Doctor in, under any circumstances.” 

 By now, tears had started forming in the corners of your eyes, and you tried to blink them back. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust the Doctor, it’s that you didn’t really know this Doctor. If it had been your Doctor, you’d have known that the kiss meant nothing to him. But now? He could still be snogging Amy right now. And the thought of that killed you.


 The Doctor tried to pry Amy’s hands of his arms, and shoved her back. 

“But you’re human!” he pushed her back as she tried to kiss him again,“You’re Amy! You’re getting married in the morning! I have a girlfriend!” 

“Well neither of them have to know,” she grinned, and tried to move towards him again, but when the Doctor started to move back slowly, her grin faltered. 

“Girlfriend… “ He muttered, and a horrible thought struck him, you must have heard the whole thing, or worse… you saw them, and just assumed the worst. 

 “Doctor?” Amy frowned, her confidence shaken. This wasn’t what people usually do when she kisses them.

 The Doctor flung the TARDIS door open, and raced straight towards your room when he saw that you weren’t in the control room. It was incredibly hard to find your room, since the TARDIS kept changing the corridors, always leading him back to the control room. 

 “Please,” he tried to reason, as he looked at the rotor, but the TARDIS just let out a angry hum, lights flashing red, and blaring the alarm in the control room, “I just want to talk to her, please.” 

 The TARDIS paused, as if she were contemplating, but ended up giving a softer hum this time, and led him to your room. 


 You had started to calm down and the tears were starting to stop. You cursed under your breath when you heard a knock at your door.

 “Can I come in?” The Doctor didn’t even give you time to respond, and opened the door anyways. 

“You have to have known that she kissed me.” He said in a low tone.

 “I don’t know, do I?” you said bitterly, “It seems like I hardly know you at all these days.” 

“Is there something wrong?” He said, harsher than he’d meant. “Well, something clearly isn’t right.” You shot back. 

“What’s the real problem? You’ve never reacted this way before,” he sighed and raked his fingers through his hair, “You’ve always trusted me, because you know I would never do that to you.” 

“The old you would have never,” you breathed out, but he heard you clearly. 


 “How am I supposed to trust you, when I don’t even know you!” You almost laughed. 

“What do you mean know me?” He said, confused, and realisation hit him, “Oh… That’s what this is about.” 

“I know, I know, it’s stupid.” You sniffled a bit, feeling the tears starting to come back. 

 The Doctor’s gaze softened, and he reached up to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek.

 “I’m still the same man, just a different face,” he said, smiling sadly, “I’m still the man you love.” You nuzzled into his neck, nodding, and the tears had started to fall again. 

“But it still hurts.”

Imagine Chris falling in-love with you all over again.

A/N: Epilogue! This is best if you listen to Ed Sheeran’s song ‘Perfect’ first 'cause I was inspired by that. Anyway, we’ve finally arrived at the end of the series. (I don’t know if I’ll write more, but this seems like a good place to end.) I’m so excited to go on holiday, but I’m terribly sad to leave you guys. Fear not, I might just whip out my keyboard at the airport if some inspiration strikes me. I love you all so much! 😘 You can read the previous parts here: ('Charlotte Rose’ - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B) and ('Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’; 'Baby Fever’; 'Memory Lane’; and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist) Enjoy and I’ll see y'all soon. X

Chris was right about the movie, 'Charlotte Rose’, taking home Oscars. It took home so many Oscars that it nearly cleaned out the categories; it won “Best Original Score’, 'Best Actress’, 'Best Sound Editing’, 'Best Original Screenplay’, 'Best Director’, and 'Best Picture’. You and Chris spent the night in Los Angeles celebrating like there was no tomorrow, earning praises all round for the work the two of you did as a couple. Articles flew and circulated the web: "Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N takes home six Oscars, it just goes to show that they’re as good as co-workers as they are a couple!”, “Power couple, Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N, dominates The Academy Awards!”, “Production companies will be fighting to work with Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N after they return from their hiatus.”

The movie was filmed and produced two years after your daughter was born, as you both wanted some time to care for your preemie baby. It was incredibly well-received around the world, so much so that you and Chris ended up doing press despite being the faces behind the scenes. As it turned out, the press and the fans were more interested in the work the two of you did rather than the actors and actresses you hired. You were lucky, however, to have both of your children be at the age where they could travel with you while you toured the world. It was a pretty great three months out of Boston, but eventually it was time to go home.

It was nice to be back in your home after months of staying in hotels, you could tell your kids were excited to get home too. Even now, as you spent a lazy Sunday in Boston with your family watching Disney movies, it was different to how you’d spend a lazy Sunday in Los Angeles watching Disney movies with your family, despite having a second house there. Boston was home now, the place Chris had bought before he met you- the place that you’d both turned into a home after getting married- was home now.

As Chris dried and put away the dishes, you were snuggled up with your kids on the couch. He looked over and smiled; there wasn’t a sight more pure that he could bestow upon himself. You looked up and smiled when you saw him smiling at the three of you, you beckoned him over with your head. He chuckled and left the job unfinished because you didn’t need to ask twice; that was an offer he couldn’t refuse.

“Daddy!” Charlie pulled away from you and held out her arms when she saw her dad walking over; Chris smiled and scooped her into his arms. You chuckled and shuffled, pulling Jack closer to you as you made a spot for your husband. The girl was definitely his girl, whereas the boy was yours. “You smell nice,” she giggled when she buried her face into the crook of his neck.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he chuckled, rubbing her back. It was clear she was getting tired, it wouldn’t be long until she fell asleep in his arms. Jack was halfway there too, fighting his heavy eyelids as he rested in your comforting arms. “You smell lovely too,” he told her as he pressed a kiss into her soft locks.

“Mama,” Jack whispered and you looked down at him. “I know we had pancakes for breakfast today,” he yawned and you chuckled, “but can we have pancakes for breakfast tomorrow too?” You nodded and kissed the top of his head as Chris wrapped an arm around you; you leaned into him and smiled when you felt him kiss your head.

“Think you can meet me in the backyard after I put the kids to bed?” Chris whispered into your ear and you turned to him with narrowed eyes. “Yes?” He mouthed and nodded his head, prompting a nod from you. “Awesome,” he smiled then turned his attention back on Charlie. “Sweetheart,” he spoke gently, “do you want me to put you to bed?”

“Mm hm,” she nodded her little head, rubbing her eyes.

“Alright,” Chris smiled and rose to his feet, lifting her with him. “Jack, you ready for bed too, bud?” Jack nodded; he kissed your cheek then pulled away from you, taking the hand his dad was holding out. “C'mon, Dodge.” He called and Dodger followed. “Backyard, fifteen minutes tops.” He mouthed over his shoulder as he took the kids upstairs to tuck them in for the night.

You, on the other hand, decided to spend the next fifteen minutes cleaning up the mess from your cozy movie marathon while waiting for Chris to return. It took him ten minutes which meant your kids were really worn out, otherwise it would’ve been at least half an hour. When he returned, you were finishing the dish job he’d left unfinished. He leaned against the fridge, smiling at you with a smile that drew laughter.

“What?” You smacked him with the dish rag.

“Nothing,” he shook his head, smiling. “I’m just admiring how beautiful you look.”

“Beautiful?” You chuckled softly as he took your hand, leading you towards the backyard; he’d prepared a special something for the both of you, some down time as a couple after spending the whole day as parents. “I’m a mess.”

“Darling, you look perfect tonight,” he whispered underneath his breath, but you heard it. You smiled and leaned in, tenderly giving his jawline a sweet kiss. “I figured we could go on that date we talked about in the hospital. I know we’re not old and gray yet, but-” he paused to push the curtains apart, opening the sliding doors. “This is as good a night as any to catch up on some alone time.”

“Chris,” you smiled as you took in the sight in front of you.

Your husband had laid out a blanket on the grass with candles and rose petals surround it. His iPod was plugged into a docking station and the song, 'Make You Feel My Love’ by Adele- the song that was playing at your wedding when you had your first dance- was playing. You turned to him and mirrored his dorky grin, shaking your head in disbelief. He leaned forward and your eyes closed as he pressed his lips against your forehead. After ten years of being with him, you still couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

“Shall we?” He held out a hand and you took it, letting him lead you into a barefoot waltz on the soft grass. “You know what, Y/N?” He whispered after a while. “I’d do anything to have this moment last forever. Just being here with you, dancing in the dark with you- it’s unadulterated bliss.” He pulled back to look you in the eyes, “you’ve given me unadulterated bliss. That’s something I never thought I’d achieve, but here I am with the perfect wife, the perfect kids. I have the perfect life,” his eyes glistened as he smiled, “because of you.”

“None of this would have happened if you didn’t find me first, Chris,” you smiled, feeling your own eyes well. “You are the reason we have all of this, you are the one who has given me unadulterated bliss. Without you, I wouldn’t be here. Without you, we wouldn’t have Jack and Charlie. Without you, my life wouldn’t mean as much as it does today. You are the love of my life- the light that dims all the dark. I have the perfect life because of you, Chris, not the other way around,” you told him.

“Let’s just agree to disagree,” he chuckled and dipped his head, kissing you.

Adele’s 'Make You Feel My Love’ faded out and Ed Sheeran’s 'Perfect started playing. You both chuckled as you broke the kiss; the memory of how you told him the song was the perfect depiction of your entire life together came flooding back.

I found a love for me 

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

“We really just leapt into this relationship, didn’t we?” You chuckled when you thought back to how you met and how quickly things progressed after the first meeting. “It was like the universe suddenly decided it was time for us to stop fooling around with other people, just threw us into the deep end and left us to save each other.”

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet 

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

“Aren’t you glad though?” Chris smiled when you nodded. “If I could just go back in time and just- grab Chris and shove him in your direction. Just have him find you years and years earlier, I would. I would just slap some sense into him, tell him to go find you instead of wasting his time with girls who clearly aren’t right for him.”

“I’d do the same with Y/N,” you nodded. “I’d drag her across oceans if it meant I could spend more time with you. Not that I needed to, considering we grew up hours away from each other.” You both chuckled. “God, what were we thinking? How could we have just missed each other? I mean- the life we could’ve had, the pain we could’ve avoided.”

“I guess we didn’t know we had someone so perfect waiting for us.”

'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love 

Not knowing what it was 

I will not give you up this time 

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own 

And in your eyes you’re holding mine

“The first time I saw you, Y/N,” Chris chuckled softly. “I thought my heart was going to jump out of my throat. I was so nervous that I let the opportunity to speak to you- the love of my life- escape. If you didn’t drop that coaster- if Kevin wasn’t your father’s friend, I’d never would’ve met you and it would’ve eaten me up alive.”

“And I feel like a complete idiot ignoring my vicinity,” you laughed. “If I had just stopped obsessing with my writing for a second, take my eyes off my damn Gummi Bears- I would’ve noticed Captain America across the room and gone up to you.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling. “But I’m really glad you didn’t though, that was part of your charm. Your passion was what captured me, your insanity-” he chuckled when you playfully slapped his arm. “You were like a breath of fresh air after years under water.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song 

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath 

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

“And you still are,” Chris told you, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “Every time I see you, it’s like I’m being saved all over again.” You felt your heart ache at his sincerity. “No matter how bad my day gets, there won’t be something you can’t do to make me feel better.”

“Chris,” you pulled your hand out of his for a brief second, brushing the tear that had escaped. “Stop,” you chuckled softly as he did, kissing your forehead. “You’re making me cry and I don’t want to cry during such a beautiful moment. Ed Sheeran’s really not helping,” you referred to the song and he laughed.

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know 

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home 

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets 

To carry love, to carry children of our own

“This could be our anthem, you know that right?” Chris chuckled at how perfect the song 'Perfect’ was; it practically described your whole relationship in four minutes and twenty-three seconds. “If he’d just come out with this song a few years earlier, I’d have it playing at our wedding. It would definitely draw tears, I mean- just listening to it now, it’s making my heart ache.”

“Aw,” you chuckled. “I know, right? The best part of listening to it now though, it’s actually true. We’ve accomplished our dream of working together, you’ve accomplished yours of winning that Oscar you so thoroughly deserve.” He smiled when you brushed his cheek with the back of your hand. “We’re married, we’ve got a house, we’ve got our kids. Our life is complete, Chris,” you smiled and he mirrored it. “Don’t get me wrong, we’ve got lots more to do but- I’m pretty satisfied with what we have now.”

We are still kids, but we’re so in love 

Fighting against all odds 

I know we’ll be alright this time

“Yeah,” Chris nodded, smiling. “I’m with you there.”

Darling, just hold my hand 

Be my girl, I’ll be your man 

I see my future in your eyes

“I have you as my present and my future,” you smiled. “That’s more than good enough for me, more than I can ask for in this lifetime.” He pulled you closer to him and you rested your head against his chest, gently swaying in the dark and listening to the song as you reflected on your ten years together.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song 

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful 

I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

Chris pulled back and you looked up to meet his gaze, he smiled and you smiled back. “I am so utterly, irretrievably, and irrevocably in-love with you.” You pulled your hand out of his and wrapped both arms around his neck, taking a step closer as if you could getting any closer to him.

I have faith in what I see 

Now I know I have met an angel in person 

And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this 

You look perfect tonight

“I love you, Chris Evans,” you whispered; your lips inches away from his.

“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N.” His breath warm against your face. “Well,” he chuckled softly, “I should really say Evans, shouldn’t I?” You bit back your smile; you’d kept your last name for professional reasons. “It’s not like you’re going anywhere romantically, or professionally, now that we’ve proven we make such a great team.”

“I wasn’t going anywhere before that anyway,” you chuckled.

“Yeah,” he smiled and started to lean in, “I definitely don’t deserve this.”

“Neither do I,” you smiled and pressed your lips against his.

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Sugar and Spice (Negan x Female)

Summary: She has a huge crush on Negan and would do anything to make him happy. He misses the taste of real pumpkin pie, so she sets out to make it for him. 

Characters: Negan x Female 

Word Count: 4,348

Warnings: SUPER FLUFF, a lil’ angst, some swearing

Author’s Note: This was a a fic request sent in by @may85 who asked:

“How about a Negan one shot where the reader found out what kind of food was Negan’s favorite, so she goes out to find the ingredients, succeeds and makes it, but he finds out that she went outside the walls and flips his shit. Fluff with some delicious Negan kisses?” 

I don’t know why I picked pumpkin pie. I’m kind of one of those people who goes crazy over it in the fall, and I feel like Negan would like it too. This is just super fluffy and yummy. Hope you guys enjoy!

Big thanks to @ashzombie13 for beta’ing this fic for me! <3

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Klaus x Reader

Warnings: description of a reader going through a panic attack

Requested by @write-your-way-out-of-hell

You regretted coming to the party. You wanted to fit in a bit but your friends had spread out and left you alone. The music was loud but you weren’t sure if it was the music or the thunder of chatting.

“Well hello Love.” A voice hummed and you jumped, already out of place and on edge.

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GotG headcanon that the first weird little trinket Yondu ever got was from Peter the night that Yondu collected him. Tiny, angry, scared, miserable Peter thinks about his mother, now dead, and how kind she was, how she was always giving people things, and just shoves some small thing, some childhood thing from his backpack into Yondu’s hands because maybe, maybe then the monster won’t eat him. And Yondu, shown so little kindness, melts inside and no, this one, this boy is his.

Imagine going to an aquarium with Chris.

A/N: So this was an idea that came after I went to an aquarium in Japan, I’ve just been putting it off ‘cause I’m lazy and I’ve been busy with other one shots, and the mini-series. But no more, I shall get to it before I completely forget how excited the jelly fishes and penguins made me feel.

You browsed the exhibit guide while your boyfriend, Chris, paid for the tickets into The Aquarium of he Pacific. It was his idea for this week’s 'Fri-Date’ after the two of you watched a documentary about Magellanic Penguins. You didn’t stop talking about them once, from the second the documentary finished to the moment he brought you to the aquarium; you talked about how cute they were, how much you liked penguins, how you wished you could have a penguin as a pet like in the movie 'Mr. Popper’s Penguins’. You were lucky you’d been dating Chris for a while now, any other guy would’ve left you at the aquarium and drove away in fear of your incessant penguin talk. But then again, Chris wasn’t any other guy and you weren’t any other girl; you were the girl he found incredibly adorable, as well as the girl he planned to marry someday.

“Oh my God,” you practically squealed when you turned to the page about the Magellanic Penguins. Chris chuckled as he joined your side, wrapping an arm around you so he could steer you towards the entrance. “Look how cute they are,” you pointed at the page and Chris nodded, smiling at how cute you were instead. “I can’t wait to see the penguins, you just know they’re going to be awesome.”

“You know we’re not here to just see the penguins, right?”

“Well, duh,” you retorted and he chuckled because it was not a 'duh’ moment for him.

Chris took his arm off you so he could pass your tickets to the admission officer. When he turned back to you, he found himself shaking his head with a wide smile. You were seriously adorable to him with your head buried in that little booklet, reading all the facts about the creatures you were most excited to see: penguins, jelly fishes, sea horses, sea lions, seals, sea otters, and lorikeets. Funnily enough, fish weren’t your thing; you weren’t here to see the fishes at all. But Chris knew he could make a day of the aquarium anyway because you could spend an hour alone on each of the creatures that you did want to see, the penguins especially.

“Oh my God,” Chris chuckled and grabbed your elbow when he saw that you were still nose-deep in your booklet. “C'mon, nerd,” he teased and pulled you alongside him into the fairly crowded aquarium. “Ow,” he laughed as you closed your booklet, slapping his chest playfully.

“You deserve it, you jerk,” you bit back your smile and slipped your hand into his; that smile escaped when he locked his fingers with yours and gave you one of his signature, pearly white grins. “God, you just know you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, don’t you?”

“If it’s any consolation,” he began as he leaned in to whisper into your ear, “you’ve got me wrapped around yours too.” You giggled and lifted your joint hands over your shoulder, leaning into his now open arm. “Oh definitely, without a doubt,” he kissed your hair, breathing you in, “my candy scented darling.”

“Mm…” You pressed your nose into his shirt and he laughed, squeezing your hand. “You smell nice too,” he raised an eyebrow, asking for an elaboration, “like everything good in the world.” You answered and he laughed louder; you tipped your head and kissed his bearded jawline, smiling.

“Everything good in the world, huh?” He chuckled and you nodded, grinning. “That’s not a scent I thought existed,” he said, only to have you wink in response. “God, you’re such a dork sometimes.” You just giggled, which made his smile reach his eyes. “But you know what, I just love you more with each passing day.”

“Enough to buy me a penguin?”

He laughed, “I don’t think buying you a penguin is the best idea. What would you even do with a penguin?” Before you could answer, he interrupted. “How about we compromise and we get another dog to keep Dodger company, and you name the pup 'Penguin’?”

“A pup named 'Penguin’?!” You gasped; so much excitement filled your eyes, Chris felt as though he’d just told a kid she could have any candy she wanted. “Can you imagine- Oh my God! Yes yes yes, yes to that compromise and yes to a dog named 'Penguin’.” Chris honestly could not contain his laughter, he had no idea how he got so lucky with you. “We need to find like a black and white one, a husky maybe? Or- oh oh, I know-”

“Shh,” he laughed and pulled his hand out of yours to press it against your mouth. “How about you breathe before you pass out?” He chuckled into your ear and you nodded, pressing your lips together. “We’ll go check out the shelter tomorrow, see if we can find a dog that suits you and that adorably ridiculous name.”

“Do you know what I wanted to name my first self-owned dog when I was younger?”

“Yes, because we’ve been dating for four years and I know every story you can possibly tell.” He reminded you and you chuckled, challenging him with your facials though you knew what he said was true. “Okay, you wanted to name your first dog 'Monkey’ because you like Squirrel Monkeys and there was a cute little mixed pug in your neighborhood named 'Monkey’ whom you loved.”

“Well I’ll be damned, Christopher Evans,” you pretended to be shocked and he laughed, wrapping an arm around you as the two of you continued to walk through the first floor. You both gave glances to the exhibits you passed, but seeing as they were fishes- there wasn’t much interest showed. “Do you really know everything about me?”

“Yes I do,” he nodded and pulled away from you, pointing at the Pacific Seahorse exhibit that you were yet to notice. You turned and your eyes widened at the 'Pacific Seahorse’ sign. “Which means I know you’re about to run off to join the other sea nerds and admire those seahorses.”

“You’re very right,” you nodded excitedly. “Bye, baby.” You ran ahead like a little kid, squeezing yourself into a small space between other patrons so you could get closer to the glass. “Wow, you’re huge compared to other seahorses. But it’s okay, you’re still cute.”

You spoke to the seahorses under your breath as Chris watched from a distance, chuckling. He could see your lips moving and even though he couldn’t hear what you were saying, he knew you well enough to guess. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and snapped a quick photo because he wanted to remember this moment, and honestly- every moment with you. His phone was filled with a lot of candid shots of you; some you’d seen and knew about, some you didn’t. He was saving those for your birthday present which was in August, he had a pretty special gift planned; a scrapbook of all your greatest memories together. That was the kind of thoughtful gift you’d usually give him which was why he was excited; there was no way you were going to see it coming and he was sure it was going to blow your mind.

“Babe!” You called out to Chris as he put his phone back in his back pocket. He started walking over, but you reached him before he could reach you. “Jelly fishes!” You pointed to the sign behind him. “Moon Jellies! They’re the ones you can touch because their stings are too weak to hurt humans. Come on,” you grabbed his hand and dragged him with you; he chuckled, speeding up so you didn’t have to. “Are you going to touch them?”

“There are a ton of things I’d rather touch,” he whispered suggestively into your ear and you laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up. He chuckled softly at your reaction, loving how he easily he can turn you on. “But yes, I’ll touch them. I just have a feeling that if I don’t, I’ll hear you talk about how I should’ve and that’ll be insufferable,” he teased you and you playfully shoved him.

“You’re really lucky Moon Jellies can’t hurt people.”

“You going to toss me into the tank?” He nudged you, grinning.

“Don’t tempt me, Christopher,” you giggled. “'Cause I will.”

“Maybe you should,” he leaned in and whispered into your ear again, with that same suggestive tone that you never could resist. “Then you won’t be the only wet human being in the aquarium.” You scoffed and he laughed, grabbing his left pec as you shoved him.

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petitgalaxy  asked:

what is the cake scene?

the cake scene was part of a segment in tatinof where they wrote their own fanfiction by having the audience choose what situations they would be thrown into and and there was a choice between phil drawing dan like one of his french girls or eating a slice of cake. throughout the entire tour, they did the first option, but during a couple of shows they actually did the cake scene and phil just kept shoving cake into dan’s mouth and telling him to “have another mouthful for philly” and the narrating was describing the things phil did as loving and when people filmed that at the show everyone on the internet started freaking out and dan said they filmed it and he maybe would upload it on his side channel but alas, never did because dan fucking sucks

but here are some photos of it and there is probably some videos on youtube if you just search ‘the cake scene tatinof’

Bitter Friendship

This is for the anon who requested for Anti. I sorta changed it a bit; instead of them forming a friendship, I’ve written the reader and Sean have been friends for a long time. 
Sorry if that’s an issue, it made it a little easier to write :)

Anon request:

“I have no clue if this fits Anti in your view, but if the reader had recently moved to Ireland and comes across him, thinking he’s Sean, and they befriend each other (him kind of fancying her) but someone who is against Anti kidnaps her and really tortures her (physically and mentally) and Anti finally finds them and goes BALLISTIC and saves her, revealing that he isn’t Sean and the reader doesn’t care but lets him comfort and confess his feelings to her? Sorry it’s weird… Thank you so much!!”

Warnings: swearing, mentions of torture, angst, fluff, a little blood, violence, knives. 

Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by dork-iplier

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Suga Scenario

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Anon: “Could I request a Yoongi scenario Where he has a crush on a Solo Idol and the other boys find out about it and at First tease him but agree that she would Be Perfect for him and help him to getting close to her? 😍 PLEAse ❤️”

“A/N: I shall grant your wish, my sweet anon. I hope everyone likes this. I think these one shots are so fun but time consuming so I’ll close requests for now. But I can still do BTS reactions and ships if anyone wants them so hit me up. Please enjoy, share and give me feedback on this. It’s a lovely idea!”

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader, Yoongi X Idol

Deep breathing, you psyched yourself up, ready to go on stage. You could hear cheering already as they announced a next star guest. Your name was called out and that was your queue. You’d been doing this for two years now and you still got jittery before a stage performances. Heading onto the platform, your eyes scanned the crowd. Your eyes landed on your parents and you beamed them a big smile. They didn’t always come to see you perform but when they did, it was always a better experience. Your eyes continued to wonder and you spotted some famous idol groups who were there for the rest of the awards ceremony but it made your heart race to think they’d hear you perform.

Being a solo artist, you never got the group vibes and family feel that the other idol groups got. It saved you having to live with strangers but you could tell some groups had really become families of their own. You registered a couple of the main groups in the crowd. Exo and Got7 caught your eye and you felt a tad light headed at the sight of JB. He honestly had the most satisfying face. When you saw Bangtan, your interest perked. They were an interesting bunch, not many female idols mixed with them and they were such a tight nit group. They were all looking at you, including Suga, their rapper who you’d noticed always seemed quite dismissive in these things. 

All of this registered in your head in the space of about 30 seconds and the music began to play. Forgetting all the people watching, you sunk into the song and let your soul flow through the lyrics and spread across the arena. Your songs were soulful, unlike most idol songs that got you dancing, your music induced a silence that spread across the arena. On your final note, you opened your eyes again and the silence cut with a round of applause. You smiled and thanked everyone and headed to your seat. 

You were seated between Got7 and Bangtan, it seemed they had practically meshed into one group. You saw them when you went to events like this and you mingled sometimes. You hadn’t interacted much with Bangtan, they were very invested in themselves but it was fun to watch. They had gotten up to perform a short while later and you really felt their stage. Eyes following each member, you ended up following Suga. His eyes met yours multiple times through their performance and he looked dashing. 

By the end of the event, most managers forced their idols to head to the after party to at least make an appearance. You actually enjoyed after parties because it was the only time you could really mingle with other idols, having all of your rehearsals alone and performing alone. 

“Y/N, I can’t come to the after party but I’m good friends with Bangtan’s manager and he has a space in one of the cars to take you. He’ll take good care of you, don’t worry. Go quick, before they leave you.” Your manager whirled you around and shoved you into one of the members as they started filing out. 

“I’m so sorry, my manager-” a sweet smile silenced you as you tried to apologise.

“I-it, it’s okay, don’t worry about it.” Suga nodded and turned back around and clutched onto one of the members for support, everyone was trying to leave and it was packed.

“I heard you’re going to the after party with us, we’re split into two cars so you should go with my hyungs.” Jimin, the heart throb gave you an eye smile and pointed to the rapper line. “Our car is always really noisy and,” he paused to look at Suga before continuing with a smirk, “they are pretty calm anyway. I’m sure they’ll enjoy your company.” Feeling uncomfortable, you thanked him and followed the three getting into the big black car. They let you in first and then someone crashed into you as you sat down. 

“I’m so sorry!” Suga turned around to the boys getting in behind him, giving them an icy look before looking back at you, “I tripped.” He sat next to you, clearly looking awkward. He put his head back and closed his eyes and he was gone. The other members introduced themselves and you all had conversations, with Suga between you all, in another universe, unaware and not part of this world. 

Yoongi’s POV:

The show was a mess. The first time he shows any interest in a singer, they think it means something. You sounded like an angel and you moved him with your voice. He couldn’t deny, he had a little bit of a crush but he tried all the same. He tried to look calm and collected for the duration of the show but that’s rarely possible when you have the maknae line poking and whispering in your ear for the whole show. By the end of it, even Namjoon had started. 

“I heard she’s riding with us to the after party,” he looked at you, eyebrows dancing with a smirk slapped across his face, “manager hyung said she’ll have to come in our car so Taehyung and Jungkook don’t scare her.” Yoongi rolled his eyes in response.

“The hell if I care.” As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt someone crash into him. He turned around to face you. Normally people could sense the annoyance he would radiate when things like this happened but there was no annoyance to be sensed. He felt himself falter and smile uncontrollably as he told you it was okay. His legs felt like jelly so he quickly turned around and latched onto Hobi before he fell flat on his face. 

Once they shoved him in the car, he had no will to live anymore. He had reached the pinnacle of embarrassment and it left him drained. Your thigh was wedged next to his because the other members had purposely spread out so that the two of you were close. He closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep through the journey but he still listened to all of the conversations going on. 

His eyes snapped open as you shook his shoulder lightly to wake him. You smiled at him and he gulped, unable to speak. You were honestly stunning, in your silky dress, with subtle makeup done, his eyes were glued to you. When he finally peeled them away, he realised you’d arrived at the party. He thanked you for waking him and he emerged from the car, waiting for everyone to get out so that they could leave. Everyone got inside, the whole band regrouped and decided to reside in a booth. 

“How could you sleep through the whole journey? We tried so hard to get the two of you together and you wasted it!” Jin sighed and looked his roommate in the eye, the look of a war hero on his face as he continued, “I had to sit between Jk and Tae, I took one for the team! Then I find out it was for nothing?” His hyung was having none of it, then again, neither was Yoongi, he had a bit of willpower left to keep on the denial act. 

“I slept through the journey because I was tired, and why did you try so hard to get us to sit together, I don’t care. I don’t get what everyone is reading into.” He sighed and sipped his drink, he knew they saw through it but he was stubborn. 

“Ah don’t lie, I caught you listening to her album when you were trying to sleep the other day” Jin would not let anything go. He knew more than the rest of the members, being his roommate. If he continued to expose him, it’d get ugly, he had to fess up.

“Caught in lie~” the maknae sung, as they all looked at him, waiting for him to crack.

“Yeah yeah fine. So what, she isn’t interested and it’s just a crush, it’ll pass.” Everyone smiled at the development. They had noticed from the very beginning. Back to not long after your debut, at your first awards show when they heard you sing. When he bought your album and smiled when he listened to it. When his attention would perk up if it was ever your turn to go on stage. 

“Okay guys, tonight is the night! She’s a solo artist, she’s always on her own, go to the bar, maybe she’ll come up to you.” The boys had already started scheming and he knew he was done for. He went with it because he knew they’d continue annoying him otherwise. 

Namjoon put his arm around the older man and pointed to the bar. “You’re gonna go up there and we’re gonna get her to come to you. All you have to do is talk to Taehyung and we’ll do the rest.” He didn’t understand but he was beyond caring. Tae grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bar.

Reader’s POV:

 Your drink was running out and you were getting bored. The struggle with being a solo artist. Small interactions with people that congratulated you on your work and asked how you were, were always so brief. The most interesting time you had was in the car with Bangtan. They were genuinely nice guys. 

Speaking of the devil, you saw Namjoon and Jimin approached you. You were glad to see some friendly faces. You hoped it wasn’t going to be as fleeting as every other conversation you’d had. You were considering going home already. 

“Y/N, how are you finding the party?” They plopped themselves next to you. Jhope greeted you and joined in too, bringing drinks for his friends. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t get you a drink, shall I get you one?” You smiled and declined and told him you’d go to the bar yourself soon.

“The party is fun!” You exclaimed unconvincingly. The men weren’t stupid either. They all looked at you with deadpanned looks that read, you’ve been sitting alone with an empty glass so where’s the fun? You sighed. “Okay I’m bored. No one talks to me for very long and I don’t have any band mates like you guys. I’m really lacking any kind of conversation with substance.” You complained to them and they all nodded sympathetically. 

“We have to admit, we do well at these parties, with each other for company. The only one who isn’t feeling it is Yoongi hung.” Namjoon explained, pausing to look over at the bar, where he sat with his head on his hands as V spoke to him. As soon as he said this, the boy left Yoongi on his own and went to join Jin and Jungkook at their seats with drinks. “We have to go greet people but why don’t you go talk to him. He’s an interesting guy and he’s as bored as you.” They all smiled at you mischievously as if you couldn’t see their elaborate plan to get you to talk to him. They may be the kings on stage but they definitely aren’t the kings of subtlety. 

You said goodbye to them and picked up your empty glass and headed for the bar, pretending you couldn’t hear them high fiving each other because of their victory. You were grateful that someone would be interested enough to talk to you during the party. Maybe you could strike a friend so you’d no longer be alone at these events. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N, need some company?”

Being around kids is sadly validating that heteronormativity is so hurtful to lgbt+ kids or all kids for that matter

A 4 year old girl I babysat told me about an adorable girl in her gymnastics class that she likes. She literally asked me “are girls allowed to marry other girls because I wanna marry Abby?”

-I couldn’t say anything bc I met her parents through church and I’d probably lose my babysitting job

Same girl told me she wished she was a boy so she could marry a girl. Like the poor little girl isn’t allowed to know she can marry a girl she likes bc why?

I remember when my cousin was younger we had a “girl” elf on the shelf and our elf one night showed up in a little christmas tree with an elsa barbie and my cousin was convinced that our elf and elsa were married. Like it was the cutest thing ever but our uncle literally told her they cant get married because thats illegal. She freaking comes back with “ They got married in the north pole so it’s not illegal.” like kids can make shit up just like adults can. He just kept arguing with her. A grown man fighting with a 7 year old because she has a healthy imagination? ok.

My cousin who’s 6 has been begging me since he could talk to paint his nails and do his makeup. He has adhd and is literally the most energetic child, will not sit through a movie but will watch me do my makeup for an hour, mesmerized.

I played pretend salon with him the other day and he was so happy but the actual saddest thing when he heard my door open he jumped scared that someone would come yell at him for being happy and doing something he likes. HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT?

-I can’t let him actually paint his nails or put on makeup because when I do I get in trouble and so will he

Same little boy told me the other day he wishes he was a girl. He asked me if I ever wanted to be a boy. I answered honestly and told him yes.

-I tried not to elaborate much so he wouldn’t get in trouble for repeating it. Do you know how much I wanted to tell this child that he’s feeling such a common thing though? or that he doesnt even have to be a girl to wear makeup or paint his nails? or if he does want to be a girl then thats OK??

THE MOST FUCKED PART IS ITS ALL MADE UP. Gender roles/stereotypes are made up and they are hurting our children.

Like come on people! These kids have had only heterosexual media shoved down their throats their whole existence, yet they still have these questions and feelings!!! and I’m telling you the children i’m talking about are sheltered catholic kids who have no exposure to anything promoting positivity towards lgbt+ people. How are these feelings so unnatural if children who know NOTHING about gay people/culture have these questions.

Maybe parents don’t see this because they are so heavily clouded by their upbringings. or these kids trust me because i’m their babysitter/cousin and they know I won’t yell at them for asking valid fucking questions. Idk how parents are so blind that they can’t see they’re hurting their own children.

How does my mom still refer to my potential future life partner as he him your future husband man when I don’t even fucking know. Why can’t we let our kids discover these things themselves????

ps. I know gender identity is not the same as sexuality I’m not sure if I miss worded anything, if so I’ll change it.

SILVER SPOON: Part 8 [Yoongi x Reader; Rom-com, fluff]

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

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

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

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

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

A/N: Putting another “Keep Reading” link cause it’s a fairly long update again! Let me know if it doesn’t work! (I’m still skeptic of it -.-) 

Originally posted by yoongight

         You stepped off the bus the next morning, and stood in front of the stop in surprise. In front of you, with a bright grin on his face and two coffees in his hands, was Yoongi. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him, especially after you two had professed your mutual feelings for each other.  

           "Here.“ Yoongi handed you the coffee, which you happily accepted. "Put it in the other hand.”

           You looked at him questioningly, but did as he said. He grinned and slipped his fingers into yours nonchalantly.

           "Cause I wanna hold hands.“

           You blushed but chuckled nonetheless.

           You hadn’t exactly told Yoongi about the Chairman’s warning, the real reason why you had tried to distance yourself from him. Knowing Yoongi, you knew he would storm right into his grandfather’s office and fight him about letting your relationship be. You knew that would make it seem like Yoongi took a large step backwards from how far he had come, so you remained quiet. If and when the time came, you would shoulder the blame since Yoongi was ignorant of it all. But regardless, you knew you had to be careful at the workplace, you couldn’t exactly be showing off that you were dating the CEO for word would surely spread to the Chairman.

           Yet, you smiled and allowed yourself to enjoy the morning stroll to work. It was still early so you knew you wouldn’t run into anyone on the streets. Yoongi’s thumb mindlessly caressed the back of your hand as he talked about what he did after he left you yesterday. You had heard it all already from Jimin through e-mail, but you liked hearing Yoongi’s voice and how smug and excited he was about what he accomplished.

           According to Jimin, Yoongi had smoothed things over with HR almost immediately upon his return from your house, by saying you weren’t in the best condition and the family had no way to contact anyone at the place of work to notify them. You were given one strike for breaking one of the codes of conduct and not reporting your inability to come into work in a timely manner, but fortunately, that was all. It definitely could’ve been worse and it would’ve been brought up to the Chairman.

           Luckily, you were able to come back into work, comforted by the knowledge that only Yoongi and Jimin knew what you did and why you did it…for the most part.

           "Aren’t I awesome?” Yoongi beamed and you rolled your eyes.

           "Alright, let’s not inflate your head so early in the morning. It’s not healthy.“ You snorted.

           He scrunched his face disapprovingly. "I thought you loved me. What is with this cruelty?”

           You chuckled. “It’s because I love you that I need to give you a reality check.”

           "Oh.“ he glanced at you brightly. "You admitted it!”


           "You said you loved me!”

           You blushed and turned away, embarrassed that he pointed it out so openly. “What? No I didn’t.”

           He grinned and shrugged. “It’s okay. I’ll make sure I hear it from you again later. I’m satisfied for today.”

           He pulled your entwined hands into his pocket and sipped his coffee relaxingly. You chuckled and shook your head.

           "I didn’t expect you to pick me up at the bus stop. I was surprised.“

           "Well, I wanted to see you so I couldn’t really sleep.” he smiled into his cup as he took another sip. “Besides, it’s your first day back into work after not feeling well, so I figured you could use an escort.”

           He smirked and you laughed.

           "How kind of you, Mr. Min.“

           Yoongi clicked his tongue and glared at you. You grinned at him cheekily, knowing it ticked him off when you didn’t call him by his first name.

           "If I had an extra hand, I’d wipe that smirk off your face.” he huffed.

           "But you do have an extra hand.“ You tried to wriggle your hand out of his, but he held onto yours tighter.

           "It’s occupied.” he stated. “Try again later.”

           You giggled and leaned against his shoulder.

           "I wonder how much work I have to do when I get to my desk.“

           "Well, according to your planner, you’ve completed this week’s paperwork two weeks ago.” Yoongi smiled. “And any random papers that came in yesterday have already been completed.”

           You looked up and blinked. “By who?”

           "Your very awesome boyfriend.“ he whispered smugly and you chuckled.

           "Well good, it was my very awesome boyfriend’s paperwork in the first place.”

           He frowned. “Gosh, how do I get you to be grateful?”

           You smiled. “I’m already grateful. How do you want me to act when I’m grateful?”

           "Mmmm…“ Yoongi hummed. "How about giving me a kiss?”

           You turned red. “No way.”

           "You’re no fun.“

           "We’re going to work, not a date.”

           "So it’d be okay to do during a date?“

           You blushed.

           He nudged you playfully. "Oh ~ I didn’t know you wanted to kiss me so badly? I’m that irresistible to you?”

           "Shut up.“ You huffed and pried your hand away from his, seeing your office building just up ahead.

           "Yah.” he called after you sternly.

           You stuck your tongue out and scurried ahead of him.


           You ducked your head down since the media crew was in the lobby as always and made your way to the elevators. You heard them cheering and you knew Yoongi had arrived shortly after you. You turned around and saw him glancing your way. You smiled and pressed the elevator button, watching the numbers light up as it made its way down.

           A minute or two later, you felt a warm hand on top of your head.

           "What was that?”

           You looked up to find a frowning Yoongi beside you. His eyes told you he was worried and a bit hurt by your behavior.

           The elevator opened and luckily, it was empty.

           "Let’s get on first.“ You smiled and stepped in. He followed you in silence, but grabbed onto your wrist just in case you tried to escape.

           "I’m not leaving, Yoongi.” You chuckled.

           "Then why did you do that?“

           "You’re still famous and you’re my boss here.” You explained. “Even though our relationship changed outside, it doesn’t change professionally.”

           "So…you want to hide it in the office.“ he got the gist of what you were saying.

           "Is that okay?”

           It was your turn to look up at him worriedly. He slid his hand down from your wrist to your hand and gave it a light squeeze.

           "Of course it’s okay.“ he chuckled. "I was just worried you were mad at me or you changed your mind or something…”

           You snorted. “Do I seem like a fickle woman to you?”

           "I don’t know.“ Yoongi stared at you, his eyes twinkling. "You keep surprising me still.”

           "Do I?“ You batted your eyes.

           "You…” Yoongi pointed at you seriously. “Don’t do those eyes to Mr. Park, you hear me? And don’t stay in a room alone with him for too long.”

           "Is Mr. Min jealous?“ You smirked.

           "No!” he averted his eyes. “People might misunderstand you and Mr. Park.”

           "Oh, is that all?“ You sang, amused.

           "Yes, that’s all.”

           "Too bad I have a lot of things to discuss with Mr. Park today in his office.“ You teased.

           "Yah.” Yoongi called dangerously.

           You giggled.

           Yoongi tugged your hand so you were pulled even closer to him. “I mean it.”

           "Relax.“ You cupped his cheek gently. "Mr. Park is not my type at all. I can assure you.”

           "Really?“ he perked up.

           You nodded.

           Suddenly, the elevator doors opened and your hands flew away from his face to instinctively shove Yoongi away hurriedly. He glared at you as he rubbed his shoulder that had impacted with the elevator wall and you smiled apologetically at your behavior.

           People piled in bowing to you and Yoongi respectfully. They were from a different section of the building, but everyone knew everyone and their statuses.

           "Good morning Mr. Min.” They all greeted warmly.

           "Good morning.“ Yoongi smiled amiably.

           You squeezed yourself into the opposite corner of the elevator to try to avoid his burning and scolding glare. You regretted shoving him away, but you had panicked at the possibility of being caught in such a questionable position. Now you were embarrassed and didn’t want to look at him.

           "There are a lot of people here so early.” he commented.

           "Oh yes. We have an early morning meeting today to make sure everyone is on the same page.“ Someone answered him.

           "Ah I see. Good luck.”

           "The other floors are having them as well, so I’m sure a lot of people will be coming and going.“

           Yoongi nodded understandably and kept an eye over at you. You had your back turned to him and your forehead resting on the elevator wall.

           When the doors opened, some people piled off, easing up the packed elevator enough for him to reach over and pull you towards him before new workers climbed on. Your eyes widened as you were pushed into him by people trying to squeeze as many bodies into one elevator as possible, not wanting to be late to their meeting.

           Your faces were inches apart and you felt yourself tense up, in panic. He smirked as he stared at you, knowing all too well you were freaking out about being so close to each other. But he furthered your anxiety by sneakily holding your hand. You wanted to glance around to see if anybody was watching, but you were too squished to even do that. Your heart was racing as you had nowhere to look, but at him in front of you. The feeling of his hand caressing your skin was both soothing and nerve-wrecking. This was so dangerous, but a part of you enjoyed the feeling, knowing that he wanted to and liked keeping you close; that even though it was unprofessional, he still wanted to show his feelings for you.

           He playfully jutted out his lips and you gave him a stern look in return, causing him to grin sheepishly. After a few more floors, you two were finally alone again.

           You exhaled, finally feeling like you could breathe properly.

           "What a morning.”

           "A pleasantly unexpected surprise.“ Yoongi grinned.

           You huffed as the elevator finally opened up to the top floor where you two were getting off. You stepped out and straightened out your hair before making your way to the entrance of the office.

           Yoongi watched you fondly as you adjusted your outfit and made sure everything was still inside your bag. When he saw you taking a step forward towards the office, he grabbed your arm and turned you around.

           "Yoongi?” you questioned.

           He simply smiled and pressed a light kiss on top of your lips. “I couldn’t go the rest of the day without doing that.”

           You stood there in surprise. You weren’t sure if you were ever going to get used to him kissing you out of the blue like that. He grinned and waved nonchalantly.

           "I’ll be heading in first then. Don’t get behind schedule.“ he snorted as he disappeared from view.

           You exhaled and chuckled, bewildered at his behavior. Work was definitely going to be quite an adventure from now on.

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I've been cold, I've been merciless (Jason ToddxReader)




“Why aren’t you running away…”

“You just saved me, why in the world would I run from you?” (y/n) lets out a breathe of air that she was holding in, her eyes couldn’t leave the dead body on the ground inches away from her, blood pooling around the unfortunate fellow.

“No, no, you don’t get it. I’m different from the usual heroes you see running around.” He breathes out, trying to compose himself. “I’m different, lady. I’m-”

“You’re Red Hood, I know.” She looks up at him from the ground, their gazes meeting intently. “But that’s not a reason for me to run away.”

“I just shot a guy.”

“Who was about to mug me.” (y/n) stands up from the ground and dusts the dirt on her clothes, she picks her things up that were scattered on the ground one by one shoving it in her purse, grimacing from the blood that splattered on it.

“You know what? Whatever, I need to go.” Jason backtracks before walking away. “Take care of yourself.”

“Why should I be afraid of you?” The words that escaped her lips made him stop in his traverse to get away as he cranes his neck at her.


“What you’re doing is just the same as the others, you just have your own methods of doing so.”

“Tell that to the people I’ve saved. One look from me and they all run away without uttering a word of thanks.”

“Then they don’t understand. Simple as that.”

“And you do?” (y/n) looks at his direction, crossing her arms in an attempt to keep herself warm from the cold.

“I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“Point taken, lady…”

“(y/n). It’s (y/n), Red.”

“I’ll try to remember that. The only person that didn’t run away.” He chuckles lowly, shaking his head. “That’s a first, I guess.”

“But no matter how I look at it, it’s quite sad…” (y/n) mumbles to herself, eyes directed to the ground.

“Uh, what? I didn’t catch that.” His head perks up towards her, curiosity evident in his tone.

“I…” She clears her throat, looking at him intently. “Thank you…for saving me.” A small smile creeps up her lips, looking at him for some kind of response. Although she swore that he too, was smiling as well under his helmet.

“I…uh…I’ll see you around then, (y/n).”


Opening the door to her room, (y/n) throws her bag on the sofa then walks over to the closet to change into her night clothes. With a sigh, she shuts the closet door and lays down on the bed without even bothering to pull the covers over her. (y/n) shuts her tired eyes closed as sleep consumes her in a matter of seconds.

Hours later, the door to her room creaks open, heavy footsteps padding towards her unconscious form. She takes a sharp inhale as she opens an eye at the intruder who interrupted her sleep.

“Jay…?” She mumbles softly, still exhausted from the earlier events that happened.

“Didn’t mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep,” Jason watches her shift towards the opposite side of the bed, her eyes squinting at him. He lays down beside her, reaching for the blankets and covering the both of them.

“Too late. How’s the bonding time with your family…?” (y/n) mutters, sighing in content as she feels his arms wrap around her waist to pull her against him.

“It was fine, I guess. Tiring.” Jason yawns, tucking some strands of (y/n)’s hair behind her ear.

“Seeing as how you’ve just arrived in the middle of the night, who wouldn’t be tired.” (y/n) tucks her chin on the crook of his neck and shoulder.

“And how was your day?” Jason quips, his hand begins to rub up and down her back.

“Same old, same old.” (y/n) sighs. “But…it did end with something eventful.”

“How eventful?”

“I almost got mugged today-”

“You what?! (y/n) that’s not supposed to be considered as something eventful!” Jason retaliates, trying to feign ignorance and act surprised. “Are you alright? Any injuries-hell, who-”

“Jason, stop fretting. I’m alive and well. No injuries and nothing stolen.” (y/n) shuts him up, trying to convince the other that she was alright. Although the look that Jason gave her was understandable.

“What kind of person would feel fine after almost getting mugged?” Jason gives her a look. “Or better yet, who would act as if almost getting mugged were just a normal occurrence? You’re-”

“A one of a kind, I know.” Jason frowns at her, reaching a hand to her face to pinch her nose.

“Not funny, (y/n). You need to be more careful.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“But you know, someone interesting saved me, you can say.” (y/n) lifts her head up to meet his curious gaze.

“Who…?” Jason looks up to meet her gaze, lips twitching to stop himself from smiling. (y/n) raises a brow at him before tucking her head under his chin and closing her eyes once again.

“I wonder…”