i know i could be more clever

i talked to him on a wednesday. he sighed on my bed. i was skyping my sister, who was trying to teach me how to knit. i told him i needed to go to bed early, i had a test in the morning. he said he had things to discuss and i’m a patient person so i listened.

this is, i learn, how our “friendship” works. hours of my life become his sanctuary. he texts me constantly. his problems fill up every space in my planner. often he demands my attention rather than asking. i feel bad, because i’m the type to feel bad, so i listen. i offer advice that goes ignored, i sit in contemplative silence even though i should be studying, i nod my head and support him. 

he doesn’t notice i start drinking wine as soon as he shows up. a few times i make the mistake of trying to bring my own problems up. they are always overshadowed by his own, or else i am given an odd supply of uncomfortable comments. “i don’t feel good lately” is met with “a girl as pretty as you isn’t supposed to feel sad.” i say “i don’t like my writing recently” and he spends forty seconds saying i’m beautiful and intelligent and a perfect girlfriend before saying “unlike me, i’m awful” and before i know it, i’m comforting him again. we don’t have real conversations. once, as an experiment, i spend two hours completely silent, just to see if he’ll notice. he doesn’t. 

once he bursts into my room while i’m scheduling my week. he’s taken aback by how much i’m doing. “you look so busy!” he says, “where’s all the time you’re planning on spending with me?” he doesn’t ask about any of my other activities. he knows nothing about my life except that i’m good at listening. i feel myself under a rolling pin. he flattens me out to use me. he punishes me if i don’t give him attention - all i hear is how he is useless without me, how he’s barely holding on, how he doesn’t know what he’d do if one day i was gone. he doesn’t know my middle name. he misses my birthday.

it’s wednesday again. i’ve been drinking. he took some of my wine without asking. he lounges on my couch with his arm casually around me. my actual friends know i don’t like touching. i asked him to move but he just laughed and said “you’re so funny.” he’s too heavy for me to move physically so i just let him lay there, complaining. i stare into space, thinking about the news i got that day. about how my life has changed.

he looks up to me. “can i ask you a personal question?”  

i don’t say “that would be a first,” because my mother raised me to respond politely. i tell him go ahead, as always, i’m listening.

“why do girls like you date jerks?” he asks me.

i stare at him, uncomprehending. he is a runaway train, his mouth still moving. “I just mean,” he says, “you’re all always going after the worst guys like you don’t even see people like me. like i’m always being friend-zoned, even you did it, and you’re one of the only people who is nice to me. but girls like you never say yes to boys like me.”

i don’t know what he’s saying. i’m dating a girl, and he would know that, if he knew anything about me; a clever and talented girl who means everything to me. 

he sighs and sits back when i’m not immediate in responding. “this,” he says, “is what i mean.” looks up with puppy dog eyes at me, “i mean could you ever date someone as awful as me? am i just a friend? am i doomed to be nothing more than the friend to pretty girls?”

we aren’t friends. we aren’t friends. we aren’t friends. 

he moves the topic before i can reply, back to his problems. i text my girlfriend, “men are animals” and she sends me back a poem about how much she loves me. he tries to kiss me when he leaves, and when i duck out of it, i later get sixteen texts on how scared i am of sex. his facebook posts are all about how women don’t know how to find the right men. how we’re blind to the good things. how we don’t see fate when it’s happening. 

he says, “i wrote you something.”

it’s a poem about him.

🌟💖 to jonghyun: my sun, my moon, my stars, someone who i'll love forever  💖🌟

i don’t know how to start this properly so i’ll do so by saying i’m coping the best i can be given the circumstances but it still feels like there’s this void in my chest. 

when i first started listening to k-pop i figured it’d just be a fun pasttime for me and, for the most part, it has been. i just didn’t think i’d get as attached as i did to an idol as i did jonghyun because i’d never been the type to get super attached to celebrities to begin with but i was really drawn to him from the get go. i remember the first time i saw him in the “lucifer” mv. i was like: ”wow, who is that dude“ so i started looking into him and grew to like him quickly. this was before he started to show more of himself to shawols / the world. after that point he made his twitter and began to interact more with fans by showing how clever, intelligent, fun loving and socially conscious he was. and his sense of humor was so strange - which was something that i could relate to. that’s probably when i knew he was going to be my ult for a long time.

i remember when he supported kang eun ha back in late 2013 and i was so relieved because i was just starting to really come to terms with the fact that i was queer and it was comforting to know that my ult would accept me for that. in the short time that followed we were able to see him grow and develop as a person. he started to bare his soul to the world through blue night, always more than he was obligated to, and he was always graceful and thoughtful in doing so.

i remember at shinee’s fifth anniversary party when he debuted “beautiful tonight” to shawols. i was so proud of him because i knew that it’d always been his dream to make his own music and that was the FIRST time that he was able to share something with us that was completely his. 

when it comes to shinee .. i haven’t been here since the beginning. i became a fan during the summer of 2011 but i’ve always felt like i was present during the timeline that was the most pertinent in his growing as a human being.

blue night was always so special to me because it opened us up to a side of him that he had been careful to share before then. people had these fixed stereotypes about him and, while some have lingered on, he was able to blow most out of the water through the show. without blue night we wouldn’t have been able to hear a large percentage of his beautiful solo work. looking back i can see that this was a burden to him and it makes me ache knowing something he loved became such a weight for him but i’ll always cherish the work that he gave to us.

he was always trying so hard. it doesn’t take what happened to know that. he never shied away from telling us when he felt lost or lonely or upset and he never made fans feel as if they were wrong to feel that way either. honestly he never made fans feel like they were in the wrong for anything. he’d support them through even their most ridiculous (and some of the funnier stories he got on blue night were proof of that) and the love he had for us was undeniable. you could see it in his eyes whenever he was given the chance to be face-to-face with us: at events with shinee, for blue night, for himself. it always looked like he was … ridiculously content just breathing the same air as his fans. this extended to international fans as well. he didn’t speak up on it often but it was obvious he knew about the disconnect / distance that we’ve always felt in being so far away from him and shinee. we got “selene 6.23” to show for that one.

it was also thanks to jonghyun and the rest of shinee that i was able to make most of the close friends that i have today. that, and they were also so charming that i was able to have my older friends become a fan of them as well. they also gave me a reason to be able to travel twice in the last year and a half: once to chicago and another time to los angeles. i’ll always be grateful that i was able to see them twice - that i was able to see him twice.

i’m starting to feel too introspective so i’m going to switch over and talk about a few of my favorite things about him:

1) he wasn’t perfect. he made mistakes but he always apologized and tried to make amends for them in the end. he was constantly trying to better himself and become education / sensitive to a variety of issues. i feel he excelled there, really.

2) his love for roo. i think it goes without saying that a good deal of the funnier content involving him was related back to roo. and remember the time she photobombed minho taking a picture of jjong with his music show trophies? yeah.

3) how much of his life he dedicated to making his mom and sodam feel loved and appreciated. i really don’t know what else to add here that isn’t obvious already.

4) he wasn’t afraid to show the world the side of himself that was what most would regard as being “childish” or in geeking out about things that made him happy like naruto or how much he had fallen in love with (and been touched by) kimi no na wa.

5) when he wanted to cry he cried and he made sure that others were aware that it was alright to cry too, to be weak sometimes because to be “weak” is to really be strong.

6) he was such a great and caring friend. he just … was. there’s no denying that. he was always nonjudgmental and willing to be there for his friends at the drop of a hat when they needed him (like when he drove two hours to pick up dongwoo when he needed a ride home from a random location).

7) jinki. he was always a pillar of strength for him and this worked both ways. he took the spotlight for him when he wasn’t able to do it himself and he was always the first to understand his strange jokes and puns and play off of them.

8) kibum. he was kibum’s first friend when they became trainees. we’ll never know what kind of connection they had in full but it was obvious it was something special that went beyond words.

9) minho. minho is probably his biggest fan. he could read him like an open book and he was always the first to be there when he needed him most and it’s obvious that hasn’t changed even now.

10) taemin. he was HIS biggest fan. we all know that. he wasn’t just his friend and brother but his baby and you could see how proud he was to see him develop as both an artist and person. i’m glad he got to see up to now even though it hurts me he won’t see all he is capable of achieving.

11) the relationship he had with his blue night family - listeners included. they helped him so much. they gave him stories to use that helped broaden his work as a singer-songwriter and he developed meaningful friendships with both regular guests and pds.

12) taeyeon, suho, yoona, krystal, heechul, donghae, jungmo. all the friends that he made within sm when they began training who he knew for just as long as the other members of shinee. and all of those who have left sm since that were close to and meant a lot to him at a point as well, like luhan, jessica and tao. plus those that he became and stayed close to after debut. yeri, lee jonghyun, hongki, crush, zion.t, jung joon young, younha, tablo, wheesung, minkyung, gray, zico. i know they’re all hurting too.

13) he wrote a beautiful book where he used all main characters as a template to show different sides of himself to readers. he was writing another book too and i’m glad he was at least able to share his idea for it with us.

14) he was able to release four amazing solo albums in such a short amount of time and i honestly feel like he helped to break some of the bias sm had toward allowing their artists to release their own work.

15) he wasn’t afraid to gush over other men that he found attractive. looking back on his fanboying over gong yoo is always going to make me laugh.

16) i really loved how much he loved the moon and stars and space and mythology and all that whimsical stuff because he could be pretty whimsical himself at times.

17) how much of a dork he was for poetry. remember when he sent that wreath to wheesung with that bertolt brecht poem? iconic.

18) he really admired and looked up to prince. you could see his influence in both the sound and styling of his solo work and that makes the stereotypical minnesotan in me happy.

19) more of a random anecdote but how excited he was when he was dying his hair pink for “she is” promotions. the story about how he’d kept on showing the other members a photo of the shade he was trying for excitedly will always be one of my faves.

20) he was the kazoo king.

21) random little physical traits of his like his blingspot and all his pretty moles and birthmarks, his bottom teeth, how his legs were bowed.

22) how he pretty much laughed with his entire body and how his nose scrunched up when doing so. how expressive he was. how you could pretty much see every emotion he was trying to convey in his eyes and they’d sometimes sparkle like there was an entire universe in them (i used to say that a lot).

i’ll move on from the facts from now but this is … a lot. emotionally.

(death tw, suicide tw) honestly i feel like i can’t say much else that hasn’t already been said and that i won’t be able to completely do justice to who he was as an artist, bandmate, brother, son, friend, colleagues, so on and so forth. but you can feel it at least. i guess words?? aren’t really needed always?? you can feel it in how many people have went to pay their respects to him in the last day. he was SO loved and he left such a mark on the industry, not just of his immense and unique talent but because of how kind, generous, soft and understanding he was.

i’ve said this a few times already to close friends of mine but as much as it kills me to know that he’s gone and that he was in as much pain as he was i’m also relieved that he isn’t feeling that pain anymore. what else can you really say in situations like these. he hurt more than anyone deserves to and maybe it’s cheesy to say but a part of me feels like he was too good for this world. i’ve never really been religious but i hope that if there is an afterlife that he feels content, warm, happy and comfortable for once. maybe now he’s a star, hanging around the moon, or maybe he’s a star pup. that’d be wild. he’d probably love that. or maybe he’s jamming out with his favorite musicians who’ve passed. who knows.

anyway. i think that’s all i’m gonna say for now. in the future i may revisit this post - maybe i’ll add on to it or maybe i’ll use it as a template to make a new one. who knows but the only other thing i can say before closing this off is that he’ll always have a special place in my heart and i’ll never forget him.

One-paragraph appreciation for the introvert types

ISTJs:  I think it’s great that there are so many of you, because ISTJs drive the world, get stuff done, and always seem to know what’s going on. You’re so incredibly reliable and trustworthy and we need people like that. Without your devotion and logical thinking, the world would be nowhere.

ISFJs: You guys are the glue that holds society together. I love how much you care about everyone and how much effort you put in to make sure everyone is okay. Seriously, you deserve more credit for being such great people, and you have both the drive and natural kindness to help a lot of people.

INFJs: Not only do you have other peoples’ best interests in mind, you guys dream big and have bold ideals. You may not think they’ll happen, but because you’re all so gutsy and organized (unlike me) I feel like you can and will accomplish your goals. I wish there were more of you, because you’re brilliant.

INTJs: You nerds are going to change the world. Seriously, you’re all intelligent, knowledgeable, determined and generally great at stuff, and you’re unbound by expectations. You are creators, challengers, improvers, and while you are few, you can have massive effects on the world on your own.

ISTPs: I know none of you are that dependent on the approval of others, but for what it’s worth: you are great. Your cleverness, pragmatism and bravery mean that you can accomplish awesome things that others could only dream of, and your calmness under pressure is something I strive for.

ISFPs: I feel like the world would be so much more peaceful if people adopted your mindset. It’s incredible how well you guys can see the beauty in others and the world around you. Flexible, talented people like you have so much potential, and since you’re all so kind and charming it’s great to be around you.

INFPs: You guys are most interested in deep thoughts and long-term goals and don’t care about shallow things. And that’s a wonderful way to be. I’m so glad that there are people like you: deep thinkers who don’t forget to look after others, altruists who still seek to define themselves. You fit so many great qualities into one incredible personality.

INTPs: My fellow oddities, you are awesome. You have whole worlds inside your heads, and you tend to know the right answers and ask the right questions. Your curiosity and imagination combined are a force to be reckoned with, and you are definitely some of the smartest people in the world.

Musical Theatre Themed Ask

Some musical theatre related questions I often find mylsef thinking about:

1. What was the first musical you saw?

2. What musical got you really  into theatre?

3. Who was your first Broadway crush?

4. Name three of your current Broadway crushes.

5. Name four of your dream roles.

6. Favourite off-broadway show:

7. Favourite cast recording.

8. 2013 Tony opening number or 2016 Tony opening number?

9. Favourite show currently on Broadway.

10. A musical that closed and you’re still bitter about. Rant a bit.

11. Best stage to screen adaptation?

12. Worst  stage to screen adaptation?

13. Favourite #ham4ham?

14. A musical you would love to see produced by Deaf West?

15. If you could revive any musical, which one would it be and who would you cast in it?

16. If you could go to a concert at the 54 below, who’s would it be?

17. Do you watch broadway.com vlogs? Which one is your favourite?

18. Make a broadway related confession.

19. What do musicals mean to you?

20. Express some love for understudies and swings!

21. Best Disney musical:

22. Which Disney movie should be made into a musical?

23. Which musical fandom has the funniest memes?

24. Name a character from a musical you would sort into your Hogwarts house.

25. Name a Broadway star you would sort into your Hogwarts house.

26. Best on stage chemistry?

27. A Broadway duo you love.

28. What book, tv show, movie, biography, video game, etc. should be turned into a musical?

29. If you could make a jukebox musical, what artist or genre would you pick?

30. Favourite role played by _________________?

31. What musical has made you cry the most?

32. What musical has made you laugh the most?

33. Current showtune stuck in you head:

34. A musical that has left you thinking about life for a long time or deeply inspired you.

35. If you could perform any ensemble number , which one would you pick?

36. Name a musical you didn’t like at first but ended up loving.

37. What are some customes you’d love to try on?

38. Favourite dance break.

39. Favourite Starkid musical:

40. What’s a musical more people should know about?

41. What are some lines from musicals you really like?

42. Name a Tony performance you rewatch and rewatch.

Deli - Peter Parker

request -  Okay I just had an prompt idea. Peter is at the bodega getting food and the reader is the owners daughter who comes in when Peter fires back to the comment about Aunt May (“Cómo está tu hija?”) The two playfully argue, become good friends and eventually date.

a/n - please pardon my poor spanish skills i’ve been studying it for a while and i tried my best ok ALSO shoutout to @ohparkers for writing a fic like this too which is actually good instead of my trash but don’t forget to request a peter parker / spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

Hearing the bell echo throughout the hallways of the school, I sped out the doors and hauled the nearest cab. I quickly told the driver the address of my father’s sandwich shop, having this become routine these days. I sat back on the seat, letting out a breath as I looked out the window, finding something to catch my attention.

I started helping out at Bodega’s when things were getting rough about 3 months ago. People were suddenly dropping their jobs and my father was only left with two other people, now including me. Coming towards the middle of the school year, this becomes the busiest time of year after 3 PM. But, there’s really only one person that is consistent out of all of them.

The boy named Peter. He’s in Calculus with me 4th period, but we’ve never said anything else to one another besides being annoyed with Flash. He had always seemed so witty with my father though, always coming in like he was a family member of some sort. My heart also beat a little faster when I saw him, thinking that he was the most dorkiest person to have ever lived.

I soon got out of the cab and headed inside the shop, hearing the bell at the top of the door ring as it opened. I quickly glanced around to see how it was going business wise today, and fortunately, it was going okay.

“Hey-” I started to say, only to stop myself.

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Guys. GUYS.
I think SJM is referencing Erilea and Aelin and the TOG world. Hear me out,
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“Koschei, too- confined and bound by his little lake on the continent”

Is it just me or does Koschei sound like the creature in the lake that Rowan and Aelin encounter when training. Afterall, The Bone Carver and its siblings are said to be around for tens of thousands of years.
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“All before Prythian, before this land was carved up and Any High Lords were crowned… Ancient Fae”

SJM droppin some hints here about the timeline difference between Throne of Glass and ACOTAR series. That the TOG world came first.
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“Clever, that Fae warrior. Her bloodline is long gone by now- … No one remembers her name. But I do. She would have been my salvation, had I not made my choice long before she walked this earth.”

Uhhhh Sound like Aelin to anyone?? No one remembers her name, making her The Nameless once more. She knows how to open wrydgates, it’s how she could have gotten the Bone Carver and his siblings, and Amren, home.
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“She could not kill them in the end- they were too strong. They could only be contained”

Foreshadowing the next TOG book?
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This just stood out at me a lot and we all know how SJM is with slipping in details.

Rumors [Part 1]

BTS x EXO x NCT x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU

Word Count: 2,075

A/N 1: This is a story from a one shot I wrote a long time ago. You can check it out here, if you want to.

Originally posted by t-yong

You sipped your drink and it made you frown. The drink was quite bitter but you still preferred it this way, rather than sweet. You were sitting at the bar again, relaxing music was playing in the background. You liked spending your weekend or day off evenings here. After all you didn’t really have any friends as most of the people who know you are scared of you. You are aware that some rumors are spreading around about you but you don’t care. You know that they probably started because people were jealous. You are smart, rich enough to not work and didn’t have any family that they know of and therefore lived alone. You didn’t like talking and sharing information about yourself  to others, so they started speculating where you got all that money from. It’s none of their business, so you just ignored the rumors and distanced yourself from everyone, it’s better this way, other people are just a burden, you preferred being alone.

“What is a lovely girl like you doing here alone?”

You turned around to see who was trying to flirt with you this time. Things like that always happened. While most of the time you refused their offers to buy you a drink, sometimes, depending on your mood you enjoyed trying out your persuasive skills on them. And today was one of these days. The man behind you was handsome to say the least, he had short brown hair and was wearing a grey sweater with black ripped jeans and brown combat boots but when your eyes met his dark brown ones you immediately sensed that he is not an ordinary guy and if your hunch was right that meant trouble for you again. But you were interested and decided to just roll with it.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Sure.” you said as you turned around on your chair to face the bar again.

“That’s a pretty cheesy line to start a conversation.”

He was not expecting you to say that and you could swear you saw him blush a little.

“I know right!” he exclaimed. “I was thinking all evening what to say when I approach you but all the clever words just escaped my mind when I finally did.”

“How cute.” you replied, trying not to sound sassy. But to your surprise he just laughed.

“So can I buy you a drink?”

“Go ahead.”

After ordering the drinks he leaned on the counter and turned to face you.

“So. I’m asking this one more time, what are you doing here alone?”

This time however you noticed how for a second his look became really serious. He had this presence around him that you just couldn’t fight his look and answered him.

“Just drinking.” maybe he was satisfied with your answer or maybe it was just your imagination but somehow the atmosphere became less tense and after a few more drinks you actually relaxed and started talking about all kind of different things. You were actually having a good time but you still didn’t trust him completely so you kept your guard up. After you started getting a little bit tipsy you decided it was enough and that it’s time to go home.

“Should I call you a taxi?” he asked.

“No thanks. After a night out I prefer walking.”

“Can I take you home then?”

You stopped to think things over. You didn’t want him to know where you lived even though he seemed like a good guy and you actually enjoyed his company. You checked your thigh, your small dagger was still there and you decided to give it a shot and just ditch him if anything came up.

“I guess you can.”

He helped you put your coat on and you both exited the bar heading in the direction your home was. You knew this part of the city like the back of your hand so your turned corners and alleys to reach your destination faster. You could you see on his face that he was surprised how good you are at maneuvering around the city and you just laughed to that. Now that you think about it you never once asked if he was local. When you turned another corner expecting to finally reach the park you came to a halt. Two black classy suits wearing male figures were leaning at the gate. You did not expect to meet anybody at this hour so decided to just ignore and quickly go past them but as you started walking the two figures pushed themselves off the gate and headed in your direction.

“Taeyong-ah! We know it’s you!” the taller one of the men shouted.

As you were turning around to look at him you felt how Taeyong grabbed you by your arm and pulled you closer.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked trying to pry off his arm. You looked up and saw how serious his face has become.

“What are you doing in our territory?” the other man asked.

“Since when is this your territory?” Taeyong replied.

“Since when we took it back.”

“What are you all blabbing about. This is a city. This is no one’s territory.” you stepped in finally free from Taeyong’s grasp.

“Oh you have a brave one there.”

“Shut up, Chanyeol.”

You glanced between Taeyong and the other two. So they know each other and your hunch was right, you could practically smell trouble.

“Well you can deal with your shit on your own, I want no part in this” you stated and approached the men, evading Taeyong as he tried to grab you again. As you stepped under one of the street lights you saw how the one called Chanyeol froze in his tracks.

“It’s you.” he said.

You didn’t even have time to react as they quickly came up to you and the other man seized your shoulder and almost dragged you in the direction you came from. He stopped midway and grabbed your thigh.

“I will take this.” he said, pulling out your dagger from under your dress. “Knew you would have one.”

“How did you-” you wanted to ask but were interrupted.

“Where did you find her, Taeyong?”

“Let her go, she has nothing to do with this.”

You were now in the middle of the three men and didn’t know what to do. You checked around to see any escape routes but his grip on you was strong and no way would you be able to get away from them as you already witnessed how fast they are.

“Oh I think she does, you are not the type to trespass if nothing is going on.”

You saw Taeyong pull a knife out of his jacket pocket and were surprised you didn’t see it before.

“Ready to fight? So something really must be going on. Hold her.” the man passed you over to the one called Chanyeol.

“Are you really in a good shape to fight? Let me do it, Baekhyun, it will be just like in the good old days.” Chanyeol said as a big smirk spread on his face.

“No, I’m good. I hadn’t fought him in a long time as well.” Baekhyun replied taking his jacket off and getting into a fighting stance.

At this point you had no idea what’s going on.  

“This is going to be good, just watch.” a shiver went down your spine as Chanyeol whispered in your ear.

“Hey!” a voice came from behind you. You glanced back and saw a mint haired man standing at the entrance of the park.

“Oh shit, it’s Yoongi.” Chanyeol said and you felt how his grip loosened and you tried to use this opportunity to escape but he quickly grabbed you again.

“Not so fast darling. Baekhyun, what do we do?” he turned to Baekhyun who know had Taeyong pressed on the ground. When did that happen? You saw Taeyong looking at you with worried eyes.

“We talk.” Baekhyun replied.

“What’s going on over here?” the one called Yoongi asked, getting closer.

“Just some friendly chit chat.”

“Doesn’t look like that to me.”

“It’s not can’t-“ you started talking but were soon shushed by Chanyeol who covered your mouth with his hand.

“I think you are in the wrong part of the city, am I right?” Yoongi asked.

“Are we now?” Baekhyun replied. “I thought we agreed this is a neutral territory now.”

“I never agreed to that. Besides that meeting was 2 weeks ago, times change.”

“Well we wouldn’t like to start any trouble now, would we?” Chanyeol asked.

“I think you already have.” Yoongi said and looked at you. “Why do you have her?”

Great. It seems that everybody knows you but you still have no idea who these people are.

“She’s our responsibility.” Chanyeol told him.

“Is she now?” Yoongi asked. “Then you didn’t take care of her enough if the whole city’s gangs are looking for her.”

They what now. You wanted to ask what the fuck is going on but remembered that Chanyeol’s hand was still on your mouth.

“I think you should go.”

“Maybe we will.” Baekhyun replied picking Taeyong up, your eyes meeting his as Baekhyun shoved him in the direction of sleek black car. Chanyeol grabbed you by the arm and started walking towards the car as well.

“What do you think you’re doing? I have no intentions of coming with you.” you quickly stated.

“You heard the lady.” Yoongi said.

You saw how Chanyeol and Baekhyun glanced at each other, seemingly communicating only with their eyes. Baekhyun nooded and Chanyeol let you go.

“Suit yourself.” he said. You didn’t expect it to go this smoothly so as he pushed you away from him you tripped on your own leg and fell down on the ground. You just sat there on the pavement wondering what happened as Chanyeol got behind the car’s wheel and sped way.

“You good?” Yoongi asked, giving you his hand.

“Yes.” you replied harshly standing up, ignoring his help.

“Okay then.”

You two continued to stare at each other for a while, now you could see that he was dressed pretty casually, he had a leather jacket, plain shirt and suspenders on and you could swear that you know him from somewhere but instead asked the question that’s been bugging you since the encounter.

“Where do you know me from?”

“I don’t.”

“It didn’t sound to me like you were bluffing.”

“Maybe I’m really good at it or maybe you should mind your own business.”

“If it concerns me then it is my business.”

Yoongi sighed and fell silent. You didn’t feel like talking to him either. It was finally time to go home. You turned around and headed towards the park. You stopped at the gate to look back at the man, you now realise, had actually saved you.

“Thank you.” you say unwillingly. You hadn’t said these words sincerely in a long time.

“What? I didn’t hear you!” Yoongi shouted.

“I said thank you, you idiot.”

Another silence. You stood there waiting.

“Just gonna leave me hanging like that? I said I was thankful.”

“Yeah, I heard you.” you saw a small smile appear on his lips. “No problem.”

Now was your time to sigh. That’s why you don’t like talking to people you thought but actually found this whole evening very intriguing, what happened to Taeyong? Who are those people? So many questions but you were so tired you just wanted to take a warm bath and go to bed. Oh and that smartass took your dagger, it was one of your favourite as well. You will have to find answers tomorrow, so you finally enter the park and head in the direction of your house.

▲▼▲▼▲

Yoongi watched you disappear behind the trees.

“No problem. Yet.” he thought.

He took out his phone and quickly scrolled through his phone book to find a number. After a few beeps a man on the opposite side of the line picked up.

“She’s heading your way. I ran into some trouble so I wasn’t able to stall her longer. Be quick with whatever you guys are doing and get out.” Yoongi commanded and hung up. He looked up. The night sky was beautiful. Staring at it for too long made him sleepy, what a shame he had to take care of a few more things.


~ Part 2 ~

A/N 2: I had this in my drafts for ages now, I don’t even remember what I wanted to write in part 2 😂 Anyhow, I also write scenarios, reactions and stuff like that, so feel free to request 😃

Wonder Boy-Auston Matthews

Originally posted by werenski

All right y’all, I got way way way more carried away with this than originally intended. Like this is borderline but totally not smut, ngl. There’s a lot of animosity between the reader and our boy Auston, so maybe prepare yourselves. Also, there isn’t really a happy ending, think 500 Days of Summer. But imo, this gets pretty hot, so sit back, relax, and I hope y’all enjoy my first official Auston Matthews imagine!

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“So are we gonna do this or not?” Auston Matthews stomped over and sat on my bed. I guessed that I had been stalling too long. The look in his eyes was menacing, and impatient. And he was very turned on, I could see that much. I guess it was the anticipation.

It was the first time Auston had been over to my apartment since we had agreed to a mutually beneficial friendship. It was puzzling that he was the one who proposed the arrangement; he could get laid anytime he wanted by anyone he desired. He was Auston Matthews, after all. But he had chosen me.

Maybe it was wrong of me to wonder why he was so resistant to any of my hesitant statements regarding the matter, to wonder why he didn’t want any commitment, to wonder if he had a similar relationship with anyone else. Maybe I was being paranoid that he deflected my questions about going out in public together-not as dates, I would always preface, but just to get to know each other-with confusion and harsh words. Maybe I was being irrational.

“Hold on, just… let me get a drink of something,” I said, rushing away from his fiery touch. I wasn’t in the right mindset to deal with him and his games; I needed a shot of something strong to shake me of my nerves.

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I forgot YYH had fun puzzles in between chapters

You know, if I could change ONE thing about Moffat’s Doctor Who run, just one thing that I think would honestly make it more watchable (though certainly not save it completely) 

-Do not make River Song and Melody Pond the same person. 


Like, I know Moffat thinks that this twist was really clever. But it’s not.

River Song: Badass time traveler who meets the Doctor out of order and they have a flirty, whirlwind romance? Really fun idea.

Melody Pond: The child of his companions, stolen in infancy, raised to be an assassin? Maybe a little harder to sell, but has potential to be a real sympathetic antagonist. 

But meshing them into the same person? Totally defangs Melody’s potential as an antagonist AND makes River’s romance weird and gross. 

But I guess having more than 2 recurring female characters in the cast wouldn’t have been wibbly wobbly enough for DipShit McGee. 

46 Quotes from David John Tennant ❤️❤️:

1. “I see nothing wrong with having an unhealthy obsession with something.”

2. “If they find what they expect, the physicists will party, if not, the physicists will party anyway, physicists are odd like that.”

3. “The audience is the final cast member.”

4. “I was still just the wee boy frae Paisley.”

5. “When you think about it, many aspects of how we look, the way we act…” [looks in mirror] “Or my insufferable vanity, are determined genetically.”

6. [while nuzzling the fur of Arthur the horse, which he is severely allergic to] “Are you going to be my friend?”

7. “Science is as much the pursuit of beauty as it is the pursuit of truth.”

8. “How long can you keep smiling?”

9. “The Doctor is based on who I would be if I had more confidence and didn’t care so much about what people think.”

10. “It’s time to positively rebellious and rebelliously positive.”

11. “I’m only looking at the twinkle of their soul in the starlight.”

12. “I suppose It’s only boring if you don’t have a washing machine.”

13. “Everything’s scripted! The air molecules are scripted!”

14. “We’re just matter. We can dream of flying across the universe, but what it comes down to is just a hunk of bone… The trouble with a cliché is that it loses its meaning.”

15. “But I wasn’t talking to myself. I was making up stories.”

16. “Everyone everywhere has the right to be happy and free… There are so many of us humans squeezing onto this wee planet and there’s no TARDIS coming to spirit us away. We have to look out for each other.”

17. “If I had to be stuck in a parallel universe with one fandom it would be the Doctor Who fans. I think they’re the cleverest. Quickest wits in the internet.”

18. “Sometimes I’m haunted by it, sometimes I’m enlivened by it, sometimes it weighs me down, and other times it’s like a drug and I can’t wait for the next sniff.”

19. “85.3 percent of actors are down-to-earth and reasonable.”

20. “You have to be careful with Shakespeare, because people tend to know it.”

21. “Some of my earliest memories are of being tucked up in bed while mum or dad read to me.“

22. "I have no real ambitions, just to live and fulfill myself, whatever that means.”

23. [about falling down on set all the time] “I would always get up and keep going, but nobody else would.”

24. “I don’t think anyone that is perceived as a villain sees themself as a villain.”

25. “A perfect idea, I suppose, it fires the imagination in such a particular way. Something to do with the fantastic and the futuristic coming together. The TARDIS is the most extraordinary vehicle you could imagine and it’s wrapped up in a scruffy blue phone box. The Doctor is the most clever, extraordinary being, and yet he is scrappy and anarchic. There is something more identifiable with the geek hero. We have to accept that somethings are sprinkled with fairy dust and we won’t know why.”

26. “If you could isolate the elements that turn something into gold you would be an alchemist, wouldn’t you?”

27. “A long table scattered with scripts, water bottles, and paper name plates stretched the whole length of the room. What felt like hundreds of people milled about expectantly, chatting, checking Blackberries, casting sideways glances as I tried to keep breathing and affect an air of insouciant calm.”

28. “In a suburban house in Paisley, a wee boy was sticky-taping his oft-snapped spectacles back together. He couldn’t remember a time when they hadn’t been augmented with at least one area of peeling sellotape.”

29. “I’ve always seen theatre as my natural mode of being.”

30. “I love you all passionately… And possibly carnally.”

31. “I would get to the point where I was rehearsing what I was going to say next: ‘excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, terribly sorry, but I need to go throw up in the dressing room.’”

32. “I’ve chosen to follow my own spirit.”

33. “Shakespeare’s plots and characters are catnip to actors… It sings to us.”

34. “I’ve been to lots of alien planets. You’d be surprised how many of them look like quarries in Wales.”

35. “There is quite a lot of science in Doctor Who, some accurate science, some of it quite elevated, and some of it that’s completely made up.”

36. “I’m always chasing the script that I need to be worthy of.”

37. “I would wander around, pretending to be all the characters. My parents would tell lots of stories of me wandering around the garden, talking to myself.”

38. “I was the one delivering flowers for people who were in actual relationships with actual human beings.”

39. “He’s cleverer than me, he’s quicker witted than I am, he’s more intelligent than me, he’s a better sword fighter than I am… I like to think I have at least a twinkle of all those qualities.”

40. “It’s difficult to describe your own personality… Happy, mostly, maybe a bit bewildered.”

41. “Suddenly, and quite without warning, there was a rupture in the fabric of space and time.”

42. “I thought that would be a very witty and expedient way to exit the room.”

43. “Other hair products are available.”

44. “I always get worried when adults say children don’t understand the difference between reality and fiction, because they do understand.”

45. “Hopefully I’m not as pathetic as I think I am at four in the morning.”

46. “A dream, while it’s happening, is as real and valid an experience as anything else. Until it stops.”

I know you guys are probably tired of hearing this but I’m honestly so fascinated by every possible iteration of Prokopenko’s story. He barely shows up in The Dream Thieves and yet Kavinsky calling him his favorite forgery is so compelling?

And I don’t mean that in a “let’s dissect the word favorite” way. I mean, Kavinsky is desperately trying to get Ronan’s attention. He’s baiting Ronan, trying to get any response, and he settles on something so bizarre we can only assume it’s true. And it’s clever. Kavinsky doesn’t say “I forged a person”. He chooses to phrase it in a way that practically demands a response. Proko? Proko’s your favorite forgery?

Of course, Ronan doesn’t respond and we never get a confirmation on Proko’s story. For all we know, Kavinsky could have been lying and Proko is as human as they come and the crash put him into a coma and Ronan never cared to follow up. For all we know, Kavinsky could have shot him and remade him and I don’t care because I am so much more interested in knowing why and how Joseph Kavinsky was able to recreate a human being so well passing acquaintances couldn’t tell the difference.

I mean, I know I’m showing my colors as someone obsessed with minor characters but The Dream Thieves hints at this incredible backstory and I don’t know why more people aren’t interested in knowing it.

Turning-The-Tables Stalker Sentences


“Do you think it’s funny, following people around like that?”
“I’ll abuse you the way you’ve abused my privacy.”
“I finally found you.”
“If you weren’t going to say ‘hello’ first, I figured I would.”
“You didn’t think I could protect myself, did you?”
“I used to be scared of you, but that’s all over.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve found someone new to follow.”
“I am the best obsession you will ever have.”
“I won’t let you treat anyone else the way you’ve treated me.”
“I’ll do whatever I have to to make sure this never happens again.”
“I know all about you, and all about the other people you’ve hurt.”
“I could just turn you over to the authorities, but I think taking care of you myself would be even more enjoyable.”
“An eye for an eye, right?”
“I’ll spare you this time, but if I ever see you near my home again, you’re dead.”
“You don’t like it when the tables are turned, do you?”
“I’m far more clever than you think.”
“Do you like how this feels? Having your privacy and safety taken from you?”
“This is just the start of all I could do to you.”
“You can’t just try to ruin someone’s life and not expect to pay the price for it.”
“Funny how you were so brave at first, but now you’re scared shitless of me.”
“Would you still have tried to ruin my life if you knew I could do the same to you?”
“If I see you outside of my house ever again, I’m putting a knife through your chest.”
“I haven’t seen you around here lately. Am I not good enough for you?”
“Oh, it was easy to find your home. And learn all about you and your family, as well.”
“Now you know how I felt.”
“You know, you don’t cover your tracks too well. It was easy to find out who you were.”
“You’re going to sit down and tell me exactly why you’ve been following me everywhere I go.”
“I’ve seen you outside of my house every day - now tell me, what the hell do you want?!”
“I’ll never let you frighten me again, even if that means getting rid of you for good.”
“Go ahead and struggle. You’ll just exhaust yourself quicker.”
“I’ve been planning on confronting you for the longest time.”
“Amazing how you follow my ever move, but still didn’t see this coming.”

  • Rosie: *learns about inequalities in maths class*
  • Rosie: Daddy, Dad, guess what?!
  • Sherlock: Yes, Rosie?
  • Rosie: I 'two' you!
  • John: ...What do you mean, sweetheart?
  • Rosie: You know how sometimes you text 'less than three' to say I love you? Well, we can just say 'two' for short, because two is less than three!
  • John: Well, that's very clever! I 'two' you, too.
  • Sherlock: And efficient. And I love you even more, so I 'one' you. Both of you.
  • John: *rolls eyes*
  • Rosie: *wrinkles nose* Dad~ it sounds like you won us in a contest or something.
  • Sherlock: Maybe I did.
  • Rosie: Right. Did you have to defeat a dragon~?
  • Sherlock: You could say that.
An Honest Mistake

This is probably one of my favorite prompt ideas I’ve ever gotten honestly. @mikimiska113 , I love this so much!

Takes place on Dragonstone. More alcohol involved lol 

Jon hadn’t known what to expect when Tyrion had invited him to his solar late at night for a ‘serious discussion’ but it hadn’t been a drinking game with him and Grey Worm. 

He poured himself another glass, knowing even as he topped it off that he should stop now before he did something he would regret later. But he also knew that he wouldn’t; it was nice, in a way, to just be able to talk freely about nothing of consequence with a couple of friends (at least, he hoped Grey Worm was a friend; it was hard to tell sometimes with the Unsullied commander) without worrying about what would happen on the morrow. 

“The last time you lay with someone,” Tyrion said, looking at both of them with eyes that were barely bloodshot, even though he’d drank more wine than both of the others combined. “Lord Snow, you’re first.”

He toyed with the rim of his glass, not looking at either of them. “Several years,” he muttered as he took another long sip. 

Tyrion almost spat out his wine. “Several years? I would have supposed the first thing you did once you left the Night’s Watch would be to find a woman to lie with.” Jon noticed he didn’t say anything about how Jon had broken his vows; doubtless he’d already guessed. The Lannister had always seemed to know things without anyone telling him. 

“Didn’t find the right woman. I’m still looking.”

“If you wanted to, there are brothels near the harbor-”

He shrugged. “Whores have never been my type.” Not after his own mother had likely been one; he wouldn’t condemn an innocent child to his fate. 

“Well, you have more restraint than I do.” Tyrion turned to Grey Worm, who took another sip from his glass. “And what about you, Grey Worm? I’m sure there are other ways you can find pleasure, even without your…parts.”

 The soldier nodded, stone faced. “Several days ago.”

This time Tyrion really did spit out his wine. “Did you really? I was expecting it would take at least another month. Was it Missandei?”

Grey Worm nodded again, still expressionless. 

“Well, that’s excellent. Congratulations. As for myself…I have to confess, I haven’t lay with anyone since right before I left Meereen. Being the Hand to the Queen is quite time consuming and I haven’t had the time or interest to explore the harbor.” He spoke casually and drank more wine; Jon wondered just how much he was used to drinking, because he was already starting to feel sick. 

“She’s quite a woman,” Jon replied. He couldn’t imagine having that job the Dragon Queen was fiercely passionate about the causes she cared about, but also fiery and impulsive. She may not have been her father, but many of her Targaryen traits were readily apparent. 

“That she is. Her heart is in the right place…she just isn’t always certain how to go about accomplishing her goals. Very like someone else I know.”

Jon reddened. “She’s quite determined.”

“She wouldn’t have gotten very far if she’d been anything less. Certainly not to the place she is now. Grey Worm, what do you think we should do about Cersei Lannister?”

“I am not strong at diplomacy, only at battle. We could overrun the city easily, within a day…but the Queen will not, because she does not wish to hurt innocents. But we are running out of choices; the longer we allow the Mad Queen to rally her forces the more likely that she will attack in a way that we will have trouble repelling.” 

“You’re a ray of sunshine, aren’t you?” Grey Worm didn’t answer. “What would you do, Jon Snow, if you were in our position?”

Jon shrugged. “I have no place-”

“Hypothetically. The Queen seems to value your counsel; you stopped her from burning the Red Keep to the ground.” 

“It doesn’t matter what I say, what any of us do, if we don’t confront the threat to the North.”

“I don’t know much about the White Walkers, but I’m beginning to think that you bring them up whenever you don’t want to talk about something.”

“That’s ridiculous.” 

Tyrion smirked, refilling his glass and Jon’s without being asked. “You’re not as clever as you believe you are, Lord Snow. Not so good at hiding your emotions. Or maybe I’m just used to seeing people in love-God knows my siblings were always giving each other eyes, even when we were growing up. I know what a man looks like when he’s undressing a woman with his eyes.” 

Jon felt the back of his neck redden. “I did nothing of the sort.”

“He did, didn’t he Grey Worm?”

Jon silently pleaded with Grey Worm, hoping he could find an ally, but the soldier only looked slightly more interested. “He watches the Queen whenever he believes she’s not looking.”

“That’s not true-” Jon protested. 

“Grey Worm is a skilled soldier of the most highly disciplined army in the known world. Forgive me if I believe him more than I believe you. New round: we’ll ask you a question and you give us an answer. If we think you’re lying, you have to take another drink.”

He already knew he’d feel ill in the morning. “I shouldn’t-”

“A drink or two won’t hurt you. Trust me. I would know.” 

Jon sighed, already knowing the night wouldn’t end any other way. “Fine. But just a couple of questions.”

“Do you love our queen?”

“No.”

Tyrion rolled his eyes. “You’ll have to try harder than that. Take a drink.” Grey Worm looked amused as he nodded, and his eyes almost looked like they were laughing as Jon took another drink. “Do you want to kiss her?”

“No.”

“Take a drink. You’re a terrible liar-which is the only reason why I even believe in these White Walkers you’re so dead set on.” 

He could feel the alcohol taking effect and briefly Jon wondered whether this had been Tyrion’s intention all along, to ascertain to how deep his feelings for Dany went. “She’s…not what I expected.”

“If it’s any comfort, she loves you too. She’s never looked at anyone the way she looks at you. It would be sweet perhaps, if it weren’t so inconvenient.”

“It doesn’t matter anyway. In a few days I’ll be gone and she’ll never have to deal with me again.”

“Do you really think she wants that?” Tyrion refilled his glass, opening another bottle of wine. “I’ve been thinking about this and…I may have found a solution.”

This should be good. “And what kind of solution were you thinking of?”

“A marriage.” 

It was Jon’s turn to choke on his drink. “What?” 

“It makes perfect sense; you’ll both have to marry at some point, and if I know my history correctly the Starks don’t have the same propensity for marrying siblings that the Targaryens do. You’ll both keep your crowns and combine your forces.”

For just a second he allowed himself to entertain the idea. “I don’t-”

Tyrion shrugged. “It’s just a suggestion. But it may give you what you’re looking for-and a little more besides.” 

“That’s not a decision I can make now, without consulting my advisors.”

“Will you have the time to talk to them?”

He took another drink. Using my own words against me? Clever. He forced himself to stand, even as the ceiling swung in ever widening circles around him. “This has been a lovely evening, gentlemen, but I’m afraid I have to go.” 

“Are you sure? I still have another bottle-”

To Jon’s surprise, Grey Worm stood up as well-and if he was drunk, he didn’t show it. “I should go as well. Thank you, Lord Tyrion.”

Jon managed to leave the room without staggering too much-but once the door had safely closed behind them his legs almost gave out from under him and he found himself gripping Grey Worm’s shoulder until he caught his balance. 

The Unsullied looked more surprised than upset. “Are you sure you’re all right, Lord Snow?”

“For the moment.” He knew he wouldn’t be in the morning, but that was still a long time away. “Good night.”

“Good night.” Grey Worm nodded to him once and walked away, his posture meticulously straight. 

Jon got lost on the way to his chambers and found himself in a part of the castle he didn’t recognize at all. He didn’t realize how late it was; the corridors were deserted and all of the servants had gone home for the night, so there was no one that he could have asked for help even if he’d wanted to. 

Thankfully, that also meant there was no one around to see him trying not to stagger around drunkenly and failing miserably. 

Finally he reached the door to his room and opened it carefully. He was practically ready to fall into bed; his shoes were halfway off and he was undoing the first few buttons on his shirt when he closed the door behind him and realized that his bedroom had changed-and he wasn’t alone. 

The room was dominated by a heavy wooden bed, covered in black and red sheets. A desk rested against one wall, and a table under the window held a miniature version of the armies map in the war room. At least, that was what he could make out in the darkness-until there was a rustling from the bed and someone lit a candle, throwing the face of the Dragon Queen into shadow. She was so confused that Jon almost found it funny. “Lord Snow?” 

“Your Grace? What are you doing in my chambers?”

She didn’t look upset-just very, very confused. “These aren’t your chambers, Lord Snow. They’re on the other side of the castle.” Ever so slowly, she got to her feet. Her hair was loose and flowing around her shoulders and she wore a nightgown that seemed lighter than air; she reminded him of one of the wood spirits Old Nan had always told stories about, made of air and sunlight and impossible for mortal men to touch. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Must have just gotten turned around, that’s all.” He turned towards the door-and practically tripped over her boots, which seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. 

She rushed to his side and grabbed his arm, as if to keep him from falling (she was stronger than she looked). “Are you drunk?”

“…No.”

She rolled her eyes. “I can smell the wine on your breath.”

“It was only a glass or two.”

She shook her head. “Believe me, if you’d only had a glass or two you’d already be in your own bed, asleep-”

“Lord Tyrion said I should marry you.” He didn’t know why the words came out. They just did, and there was nothing he could do to stop them. 

For a moment, Dany looked at him like he was out of his mind entirely. “He said what?” 

“It’s a strategic match; the North still has their king, and you have all of the Seven Kingdoms.”

“All right…well, what do you think about it?”

“I don’t know.” He knew that what he was thinking at the moment was that he wanted to tear off her nightdress, but he didn’t think she’d appreciate that. “I should speak to Davos about it first.”

“That’s a good idea-and perhaps you should wait until you’re sober.” She turned to go to bed and he knew, rationally, that he should leave-he’d already made a big enough fool of himself for one night. 

But the words came out anyway. “You’re very beautiful.”

She stopped in her tracks and turned back to him. Her expression was inscrutable-and he was fairly sure it wasn’t just because of the wine. “I…thank you.” She sounded uncertain, almost worried, as if it had been the last thing she was expecting him to say. 

The alcohol dulled his senses and made him bold. He took a step forward before he could think better of it, before he could talk himself down from it, easily closing the distance between them. She looked at him carefully, questioningly-and he kissed her before he could think better of it, before the alcohol would wear off enough for him to realize what a very bad thing this was and how much he would regret it later. 

Kissing her was everything he’d thought it would be and more, the few times he’d allowed himself to imagine it. Her mouth was soft and warm and tasted of salt air and open sea, and a distant smoky and charred scent that he could only imagine was dragonfire. Their lips moved together and he’d found they had moved closer together as well until there was no space between them at all and he brought his hand up to cup her cheek, stroking her fair skin. 

When she stepped away, his head was whirling-but reality came back to him in a sudden, savage rush. 

Neither of them knew what to say, and the distance that had once seemed nonexistent now seemed impassable. Her eyes were guarded, her expression unreadable. 

“I’m sorry, your Grace. Good night.” He left the room with as much composure as he could muster and ran like hell as soon as the door closed behind him, as if he could somehow outrun the weight of his mistake-only to double back, open the door, and say (as if to seal his fate) “I love you.”


“That must have been some heavy wine last night, Lord Snow.”

There was a joking tone in the Queen’s voice and he couldn’t understand why. Yes, he’d been drinking the night before…but he hadn’t thought it was that obvious. He’d had a wicked hangover and had vomited twice in the early morning, but now he was feeling if not completely normal then at least halfway there. “Really? What gave it away?”

Her eyes dimmed. He’d never really seen the light leave someone’s eyes, had never really known what that expression meant…but he did now. “You don’t remember,” she said coldly, almost imperiously, “coming into my chambers at quite an ungodly hour insisting they were your own? And then kissing me?”

He went cold all over. That couldn’t be right. First of all, he would never do something like that and never put himself in such a position. And he would remember…that if he’d actually done it. 

But the more he thought about it, the more he scoured his memory, the more he thought he remembered it-a room lit only by a single candle, her cheek in his hand, her lips on his, and the look in her eyes when he’d left the room, as if he’d finally managed to do something that surprised her. Seven hells. “Your Grace, I’m very sorry about any impropriety-”

“Don’t apologize.” She looked almost amused, even though he wasn’t amused in the slightest. Gods, this could ruin him. “You were quite drunk. No one else needs to know, as far as I can tell. An honest mistake. Although, it was quite enjoyable.” She walked back to break her fast with Missandei, and Jon saw the Queen’s closest advisor sneak a glance at him as if to make sure he was behaving himself. If only you knew. 

Seven hells, Jon. He attacked his plate of roast sausage in silence. 

He only looked up once to see Tyrion looking at him from the other side of the table. And he could have sworn he was smiling, as if he somehow knew all about what had transpired the night before. 

You Love Me Really - Peter Parker

Originally posted by spideycentral

Warnings: None

Words: 556

A/N: Just a short one people :)

“You are an absolute IDIOT!” You said storming into Peter’s room.

He was sitting on his bed with ice held up to his face and he looked at you innocently.

“Oh don’t look like that!” You continued. “Do you understand how worried I’ve been!? A week a ago I was told that my best friend was Spiderman! Which naturally increased my concern for them because death is permanent, Peter, do you understand that? People are out to kill you!”

Peter just pursed his lips and continued to stare at you.

“So when I hear, not from him may I add, that he is going to Germany with Tony Stark then I put two and two together and realise that he must have a death wish because he could have got killed! The Avengers are dangerous! That’s their job - to kill things! So when I hear that you are fighting half of them I can’t even believe it! What happened to the clever Peter Parker, huh?”

You waited for Peter to say something, but like before you got nothing. You sighed.

“Who gave you that?” You asked in a more calmer tone pointing to his black eye.

“Captain America.”

“Great.” You said sarcastically, sighing. “I hate you. ”

“You love me really.” Peter said.

You shot him a look.

“Do you know how worried I’ve been? And I haven’t been able to tell your Aunt exactly what you were doing because then I would have to tell her you are fricking Spiderman, Peter! And I can’t do that to you.”

“I’m sorry.” He said sincerely. You could tell by how he was looking at you that he was.

“Okay I’m done and sorry too.” You said closing your rant. You moved to sit on the edge of Peter’s bed.

“I am fine really.” Peter justified. “And they would not have killed me. They weren’t out to kill each other.”

It was your turn not to say anything now.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“Not really.”

“You are an idiot though.” You said laughing lightly.

Peter smirked.

“So what exactly happened?” You asked.

Peter started to relay the events to you: who was there, who was on what team and why, who fought who etc.

“Don’t think I’m not proud of you though.” You said after Peter had finished.

“Proud? Why?”

“Well Tony Stark clearly needed your help and you were able to hold your own, yes?”

“I guess I did.” Peter said sitting up a little straighter.

You laughed softly.

“Of course you did tough guy.” You said and kissed him on the cheek. Instantly you stood up and crossed the room to the door.

You grinned as you opened the door and watched Peter just stare at you in surprise.

You poked your head round the door to say, “You still owe me one though. Don’t forget that.”

You winked and left, leaving Peter Parker speechless behind you.

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Steve/Tony Fic Recs: Age Difference (Younger Tony)

I’ve gotten a few asks for younger Tony fics, and one for age difference Steve/Tony fics with young Tony, so here you go :) A few them are from Iron Man: Armored Adventures, and the rest are AUs. Have fun!

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Living In The Future by Closer: Eighteen-year-old Tony Stark is the boy genius who woke Captain America, and now he’s stuck with him. That’s not a bad thing, but between Steve’s wide-eyed wonder at the new world and Tony’s little fanboy crush, the awkwardness just keeps happening. (IM:AA)

Life Was Never Going to be Normal by Pookaseraph: Tony Stark is on top of the world, he’s saved the Earth, he’s got his dad back, and he’s ready to start his future. Now that the Starks have been reunited, it’s time for Stark Industries and Stark Solutions first corporate collaboration: defrost Captain America. Life probably would be a bit more normal for him without the inopportune crush on Captain America and the malfunctioning nanobots, though. (IM:AA)

All That Tomorrow Brings by YourFavoriteRobot: Captain America is a seventeen year old Tony Stark’s idol. Steve Rogers is his art history teacher. (IM:AA)

Just Give Me Your Jacket, Cap by MountainRose: Tony’s young, he gets that they have ‘legal responsibility’ for him, but sometimes it means a bit more than keeping him on the right road. (IM:AA)

Snow White and Sleeping Beauty by twill: When SHIELD falls to the machinations of a power-hungry general, Team Iron Man must rescue and revive one frozen Super Soldier. What happens after that is an adventure all on its own. (IM:AA)

Celestial Navigation by sabrecmc (@sabrecmc​): 18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn’t happy about it until he is. (A/B/O)

Hard Rock Swing by copperbadge (@copperbadge​): It turns out, in the 21st century, Steve’s best friend is an eighteen-year-old genius named Tony Stark. This might be trouble.

Party girls don’t get hurt by sirona: Steve never slept under the ice. Howard found him, and got him back, and Steve married Peggy, and Howard married Maria, and then there was Tony. This is the story of Tony growing up with Steve very much present in his life, and everything that changed because of it - and some things that didn’t.

Full Disclosure Not Required (but Appreciated) by Potrix:  The one where Steve knows more than he lets on, Tony knows less than he pretends, Clint has a big mouth, Bucky is a little shit, and everyone learns why keeping secrets never ends well.

Almost never, anyway.

Rookie and Jailbait Take On The World by theappleppielifestyle (@theappleppielifestyle​): “You really should be in school, you know.”“Why would I be there when I could be here, solving crimes with my favourite rookie?” Tony flashes a grin, and Steve’s stomach twists like it did on the first day.

Teenager, Steve’s mind supplies. Definitely not legal, stop doing fluttery things, stomach.

We Are Far Too Young and Clever by laudatenium (@laudatenium​): In his head, he knew Tony was still a kid. Suffering from shell shock and whatever emotional abuse Howard had managed to put him through.But even with that, Tony somehow rose above it all to become extraordinary.

He was a teammate, a genius, and a friend. He was terribly mature for his age. Tony was Iron Man, not Iron Boy. Despite everything, there still stood an age difference of ten or seventy-six years, depending on your calculation.

But his heart was telling him not to listen.

see a thing a thousand times by Mizzy (@mizzy2k​): Whoever came up with the rule that SHIELD agents in modern times had to be a certain age should be shot. Obviously the solution is for Steve to travel back in time. (If only things were ever that easy.)

And I hope you have all you’ve dreamed of by Kairin16: The world Steve wakes up to from ice has no need for Captain America anymore. Looking for his place in the new world, Steve gets hired as a bodyguard to the heir to Stark Industries, seventeen years old Tony Stark. Turns out it was both the worst and the best thing that could happen to him.

Love Is An Anomaly (Not Science Nor Art) by ann2who, morphia (@stark-spangled-lovers​): “I see you’ve met our History of Art teacher Steve Rogers,” Bruce said, pointedly eyeing Tony, who was still holding onto Steve’s hand. “And Steve…” He turned to him with a smile that was a touch too pleasant. “…this is my seventeen year old assistant, Tony Stark.”

The Man in the Ivory Tower by AngeNoir (@outercorner): Tony has only ever wanted to see the Fourth of July fireworks in person. With all the technology at their fingertips, how can Obie not find his parents killers, anyway? He seriously doubted leaving the protected tower for one night would harm him.

Still, Obie won’t let him leave, and Tony had resigned himself to another July 4th passing him by.

Until the penthouse’s elevator doors open and a stranger walks through. Tony’s got a wrench in his hand, and the guy’s knocked out and down before Tony could really think about it.

Now what’s Tony to do?

Cold Nose, Warm Heart by AnonEhouse: Tony Stark’s been raised by Arctic wolves after an abortive kidnapping when he was three. Thirteen years later he discovers a frozen super soldier and tries in his wolfish, wordless, way to convince Steve to be his mate. When this fails, and it’s obvious Steve can’t survive as a wolf, Tony makes the sacrifice of returning Steve to civilization— but Tony didn’t mean to get dragged back, too.

The Longing and Yearning by Sineala (@sineala): The year is 1963, and Colonel Steve Rogers has been the Iron Man since 1940. His recent brush with death in a fight against the Hulk has left him scarred, broken, and – unwillingly – in retirement. He’ll never wear the armor again. Tony Stark, the new owner of Stark Industries, is young, brilliant, ambitious, and he has a few ideas of his own about the next Iron Man. 

But when Tony shows up at Steve’s door one evening, the conversation quickly turns to matters other than business. Tony is smart, gorgeous, half Steve’s age, and he’s definitely not offering what Steve and his lonely fantasies wish he were offering. And even if he were, Steve should definitely not take him up on it. (Bullet Points)

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Requested by Anon:  hiii could you write a imagine where the reader is doctor stranges apprentice and instead of Loki falling for thirty minutes he meets her secretly and she kinda like Luna and Newt from Harry Potter please and thank you 💛💛

A/N: So some of you might wanna slit my throat for what I am about to say next, but I never saw or read any of the Harry Potter movies or books. So I’m sorry I don’t know who Luna and Newt are. I will, however, do my best to pay justice to this request because it is very clever and original.

warnings: language, mentions of sex

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You waited very impatiently for your “package” to arrive, the one that Strange had said wouldn’t take very long to appear. Your master of sorcery had promised some icky action for you; babysitting.

You’d invented a lounge, in this alternate world, so you could sit back and watch TV. You’d made sure the coffee table was overflowing with fruits and chocolates and all sort of sweet you’d always had a penchant for. Waiting patiently, hands in your lap, you noticed after a while that you could hear a distant wailing.

You stood, concentrating your hearing. It was as if someone was falling from very high-up. Frowning, you stood on the couch, raising on your tip-toes to put your ear against the ceiling. Someone was definitely falling.

He fell through the shimmering roof, screaming like a baby, and landed flat on his stomach. His midnight hair hung loosely around his face, his fists balled against the linoleum floor, like he was about to throw a tantrum.

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