i know these have already been editted a bunch of times

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Me: *sees a bunch of cool edits of Pidge with long hair* 
Me: Nice
Also Me: *starts to think a lot of reasons about how is not a good idea to have long hair in the space* 

History of YOI fandom

As a YOI fandom grandparent, I felt it was my duty to write out all the fandom explosions for the newer fans who weren’t there to witness the big bang and gradual week-by-week creation of this universe. All the arguments, people blowing things out of proportion, blaming characters, death theories, awesome fans clearing up miscommunications, YOI breaking the internet… 

This isn’t a post to call out specific people on their arguments and theories - I’ll stay respectfully away from restarting flames and picking fights, thankyouverymuch. Rather, this is an overview of the topics and conflicting views that swept across hundreds and thousands of people and prompted strong reactions. I’m doing this now, because I know that 6 months later, 1 year later, 3 years later, etc. there will be new fans who will have many of the same exact arguments. We’ve been there and done that. I see fans now who say things without knowing where the spelling/quote comes from, or who don’t realize how much has changed, or don’t know why there are certain perceptions of characters. So here’s a little bit of passing down history.

I also don’t want to forget the crazy ride this was. Laugh with me at the silly theories; smile with me at how deeply YOI has impacted our lives.
For those of us old-timers, let’s take a trip down memory lane. Remember when…

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(Large arguments will be italicized or bold. Special thanks to @sachiro for reminding me of a bunch of stuff I missed, and looking over the draft in its various stages of being written and edited.)

Pre-series

  • Idea that there would be a love triangle (Yuri P.–Yuri K.–Victor)
  • Some fans started spelling Yuri Katsuki with two “u” in order to tell them apart.
  • Victuri ship name created for Victor x Yuri K. (in a comment to the PV)
  • The title
    • “lol ‘Yuri’ on Ice? Where are all the lesbians?”
    • “When it said Yuri on Ice, I thought we would get girls. Y’know what I mean?”
    • “Yuri on Ice? More like Yaoi on Ice! amiright?”
    • etc.
  • J.J. misspelling (English spelling “Jean Jack” instead of French Canadian “Jean-Jacques”)
    • you can see the remnants of this in the audience banners during the episodes, but it was corrected to “Jean-Jacques” on the official website and the in-show text
  • Phichit x Seung-gil ship created (there was more art for this than for Victor x Yuuri)

Episode 1

  • Victor vs. Viktor spelling arguments 
    • Although “Victor” is the official spelling and seen in-show, people argued that the creators are wrong and that we fans know better than them about Russian culture - thus the “Viktor” spelling was born.
    • People argued back that spelling is subjective and you can spell a name multiple ways and still be correct - thus transliterating his Russian name into English as “Victor” would be just as acceptable.
    • The YOI wiki held fast for a time on using official spellings and information from the official website, but the transition of power led to a new team that started using agreed-upon info rather than solely using official info. “Viktor” replaced “Victor” on the website.
      • this change from “Victor” to “Viktor” on the wiki happened around episode 2~3, but the arguments were in the page comments since episode 1 – with moderators explaining their reasoning with sticking to official sources.
  • Victor is a flirtatious over-the-top character who will seduce Yuuri
  • Victor is the overwhelming seme and Yuuri is the shy whimpering uke.

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Green-Eyed Monster (Jughead x Reader Smut)

Prompt: Hey I was wondering can you make a smut one where like jughead gets jealous because you’ve been spending a lot of time with another guy for whatever reason and he confronts you about it ? Thank you so much in advance I’m like in love with your blog ❤️❤️❤️

Hi! Can I have a Jealous!Jughead Jones smut? Maybe Y/N is spending a lot of time with Archie and Jug gets jealous (duh) and shows her who she ‘belongs’ to?

A/N: Jealous Jughead is my life purpose. Hopefully I did okay on this one! Sorry it’s short! Requests are welcome.

Warnings: Jealousy? Light Smut. A few swears? 

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Green-Eyed Monster (Jughead x Reader)

It all started with Archie asking you to help him with his english paper. It was known around school that you were good at english and had a keen eye for editing so it wasn’t out of the ordinary when your ginger friend asked for your help.

You had already finished and edited your own paper as well as looking over your boyfriend, Jughead’s. So You simply shrugged and told him to meet you at the library.

After the first meeting, Archie asked you to help him with some other stuff so he could keep up his grades for football. You agreed as you’re always happy to help out a friend.

That was Monday.

You told Jughead that Arch needed help with homework and that he was welcome to come as well but he simply shrugged, walking away with a frown on his face.

It’s been a week and your boyfriend has been acting differently since you started hanging out with Archie more. You guys moved your meeting from the Library to Pop’s and Arch always offered to pay as a thank you for helping him.

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im tired and was thinking abt how jack has said that dark and anti probably won’t meet ever bc of anti lore and i’m sure this has already been said a bunch of times but… i like to think that anti isn’t actually a physical being. like i see him portrayed a lot as a sort of demon, which also makes sense and im all about that ghosty shit but like

a few days ago i was thinking about how anti could be a virus of sorts? like a computer virus, that is. and he leaks into jack’s videos and harms the jack in the videos, but maybe not even the real jack?? idk i was trying to make sense of that and….. that could be smthn really cool idk

im not really sure how it would actually work? but i like to imagine that anti is just…. in jack’s computer or w/e, and he kinda pops into the videos themselves and not actually in the physical world. he’s all programming

and he can corrupt the video files to put himself in the place of jack and hurt the jack in the videos, and that’s why it’s all glitchy. bc he’s trying to change the whole format of the video and change the images that we see and the audio we hear, and i bet that’s fuckin hard to do. hence, little (or big) glitches happen as he tries to get it to work in his favor

like looking back at the halloween video, rather than jack actually cutting his own throat, it was just the IMAGE of jack doing it. and anti somehow fuckin changing the recorded image and taking over the recorded jack to make him do that, but real life jack is maybe perfectly fine? 

this honestly makes no sense and i have no idea how he’d actually do that, but hey, this is anti right?? he’s a fuckin weirdo that can do some wacky shit. like possess a previously recorded image, bc it’s easier to work from a template than create an entirely new image from scratch to go over an old one, as well as meshing old audio together to make new audio (tho that part sounds like hell to me tbh im no video editor)

the only thing that makes me second guess this is also in the halloween video (which i just remembered is called say goodbye) when before anti actually shows up, jack hears a bunch of weird stuff or keeps going off screen to do stuff (ie. the part where he’s like “i keep hearing bubbling”), although i don’t know if all of that was acting or if just some of it was. bc, who knows, it could’ve all just been a coincidence and anti coming in to be like “oh, you made this pumpkin carving video? well, instead, im going to put in all this footage you and robin edited out to make it seem ~spooky~ and then surprise everyone” rather than jack actually hearing anti doing some poltergeist stuff to try and distract him

and who knows, maybe real jack also gets hurt, but i just love the idea that anti takes over and harms and messes with the recording itself and not anything else. and that’s why jack wasn’t actually found dead with his throat cut after the say goodbye video lol

maybe i’ll revamp this when im not half asleep on some advil pm but just!! computer virus anti seems so cool!! 

Shiro/Matt Fic Recs

Cardboard Castles by Agapostemon   // 35k (series, WIP)

A Very Original Modern AUTM. Mostly Shiro-centric. Lots of fluff (mostly platonic). Lots of mental illness feels. Lots of suffering, but always happy endings.

Keith has BPD. Shiro and Matt have PTSD. Lots of Broganes. A bunch of dorky engineers being dorky. Eventual Klance. Slow burn Shiro/Matt. Like… really, really slow. Like nine years worth of slow.

ok,,, this is like my fave series ever,,, shatt is in it but not a huge part of it (in the last fic it is) but its so goOD 

take my hand, take my whole life too by AlwaysRain // 32.5k (multi-chapter; WIP)

“Matt… can you not remember?”


Shiro can hear his own heartbeat in the long silence that follows. It seems like Matt isn’t going to answer, but then he does- so quietly that Shiro can barely hear his voice rasping with disuse.


“… I don’t know where I am.”


Pure angst and i love it. theres aftermath of torture and future butt stuff so u are warned

Like Rubidium and Water by firepaladins // 6.8k (one shot)

“Hey, have you ever seen what happens when you put rubidium in water?” 

SOME GOOD OLD SCHOOL AU where shiro is a jock and matt is a mad scientist, aka he likes blowing shit up.

thats some gay shit by solllys // 16.6k (multi-chapter)

pidge: lance is a harlot
pidge: but he’s our harlot and we love him
lance: i cant believe youre calling me a slut
keithkogay: when the shoe fits
lance: go away emo hermit
keithkogay: no im taking you to walmart get down here you fucking twink

THIS IS SO FUNNY i love text based fics, but this is mostly klance but shatt is in it and its cuter than a baby with a puppy. as u can read from the description, bad words are used ALOT u have been warned

Pardon Me byeso (cazzy) // 2.7k (oneshot)

“Wait,” Lance says, scrambling on the couch until he’s sitting up. “I do have questions about the derivatives, but I’m dying to hear more about this barista that swept you off your feet!”

“You already know everything,” Shiro sighs, moving to pack up his laptop and textbook. “He works at Castle of Lions and we’ve talked a grand total of three times.”

YALL…. pining shiro is great this fic is so sweet and short but i still love it

Love and Other Questions by squirenonny // 43.3k (multichapter; WIP)

One week after news of the Kerberos disaster broke, Pidge receives a new Mark–proof that Matt is still alive. She breaks into the Garrison to find him, only to find herself caught up in the fight for the fate of the universe.

Keith keeps his arms covered so he doesn’t have to watch Shiro’s scars compounding on his skin–but doing so means cutting off contact with his romantic soulmate, who greets him each morning with a new (and terrible) pickup line.

Shiro and Matt thought they were the luckiest people alive when they found out they were going to Kerberos together. But Shiro hasn’t seen Matt’s untidy scrawl on his arm in almost a year, and he has no idea if his soulmate is even still alive.

[Canonverse Soulmate AU with romantic and platonic soulmates (and some gray areas in between)]

im crying,,, this is angsty as heck and is sad but its so good,,,, pls read it. klance is also in this

Holy Shattrimonyby Ikira // 14k (Series; WIP)

Shiro just thought that he was helping Matt out, keeping him safe while they were prisoners, making sure he had enough to eat, that kind of thing. The other alien prisoners, however, see it in a slightly different light. Congrats, Matt and Shiro, you officially just got space-hitched!

this is also a really good series and just… matt and shiro get space married and cute things. smut in the last part of the last fic and skippable

The Trials and Tribulations of Matthew Holt by herekittie // 15k (multi-chapter)

“Takashi Shirogane is my pilot,” he said, voice flat and monotone. “Takashi Shirogane is my pilot, Katie. Takashi Shirogane.”

“Yes…?”

As if someone had flipped a switch, Matt freaked out in a burst of emotion, nearly knocking his head into Katie’s nose when he turned. “Takashi Shirogane, Katie. The Garrison darling! He holds all the records! All of them! Fastest stimulation time, youngest instructor, most liked instructor, and. And.” He looked down at his phone again.

“Right,” Katie said, drawing the word out. “Your crush.”

“Yes,” Matt replied. “My crush.”

A 5+1 thing that started as ‘times Samuel Holt interrupted Matt and Shiro’ but eventually became 'times Matt falls in love with Shiro’

god i love sam holt as much as he loves his peas,,,,, but dang this is cute and i can RELATE TO MATT LOL


ill be adding more to my list if i have time but!!! these are my current fave shatt fics (that i could pull outta my ass in like 10 minutes) but i always want more to read and add to my list!!! 

EDIT: I FORGOT TO LINK THE FICS WHOOPS WOW

“What are those?” Eleven asked, looking at the bundle of dark red flowers in Jonathan’s hands. 

“These?” he held them out to let her look closer, “They’re roses. A special kind of flower for Valentine’s Day.” 

“Why are they special?” Eleven tentatively brushed a fingertip against the soft petals of one of the roses. 

“Because you get them for a girl you really like, the way I really like Nancy.”

“Love.” It was a statement, not a question. Eleven may not have been the best at speaking, but she was certainly good at feeling. Jonathan’s cheeks turned almost as red as the roses in his hand. 

“Yeah,” he ran his fingers through his messy hair, “I guess so.” 

“Pretty,” Eleven smiled. Jonathan reached into the bouquet and plucked one out, handing it to her. 

“Careful,” he said, “Sometimes the stems have thorns.” 

“But they’re not for me,” Eleven hesitated, her hand hovering over the stem.

“This one can be,” Jonathan assured her, “Like you said, they’re for girls you love. And I love you like you’re my little sister.”


An excerpt from a Valentine’s Day fic I wrote a while back. 

PSA: AO3 collections

AO3 collections are a great way to group a bunch of fics together, whether by theme, pairing, fannish event, or other criteria. Unfortunately, AO3 collections sometimes cause problems, because fics can be added to collections without the author’s knowledge.

While most of the time this is harmless, if the collection owner marks the collection as anonymous or hidden, all fics within the collection will be listed under “anonymous” instead of the actual author, or will be hidden entirely and cannot be viewed by anyone except the collection owner and the fic’s author.

The end result is that the fic is no longer listed on the author’s AO3 page, and is no longer openly associated with the author. This has happened to me, plus a couple of other authors I know.

(Note: Authors will still receive comments posted on their fic, though!)

So here’s a little guide on what to do if that happens to your fic.

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-Kinetic Abilities Prompt List C Edition

Carbokinesis - Control Carbon

  • As someone who happened to buy a lot of coal, I end up with a lot of diamonds.
  • You know those carbon filters in fish tanks? I never have to change mine now. I just sort of wave the guck out? It’s an easy chore.
  • Don’t forget, there’s carbon in steel. If I take it out, this whole city’s going down.

Cardiokinesis - Control Hearts

  • I don’t know why you think this has to do with love. Hearts are organs that only pump blood. I mean, I guess if your heart beats faster, you feel like you’re in love.
  • I spent years in medical school specializing in heart surgery just so I could discretely fix people’s hearts much faster than they should be able to. But whenever anyone asks me what my secret to fast and perfect surgery is, I have to lie and it’s eating me inside.
  • I can see everyone’s relationships, but sometimes it gets really distracting. All these fibrous lines keep obscuring the cinema screen.

Caelestikinesis - Control Celestial Bodies

  • Is it weird I can tell you’re an aries? I’m getting that you’re an aries. 
  • Okay, so making the night sky spell out “will you marry me?” was awesome but I think I ruined a bunch of aliens’ homes. I really hope they don’t know I did that.
  • Being a god of the stars is generally really boring. Nothing’s ever been happening. But this little planet seems to be starting something… Better get closer to watch.

Caelumkinesis - Control the Sky

  • I can hide as anything that flies. So if you happen to see a bird in my room, don’t chase it out with a broom. 
  • If you’re going to be like that, I can make sure you always get rained on.
  • The world is so boring. I finally found out how to make dragons and I’m gonna take the initiative and just making this happen.

Chemokinesis - Control Chemical Substances

  • If it’s on the periodic table, I can mess with it. People generally aren’t ready for their oxygen to become iron.
  • The hero can’t come and vanquish me if I’ve given them depression.
  • Now that I’ve trapped you in my moat… It’s acid.

Chromokinesis - Control Colors

  • A magician’s biggest trick: Turning the entire performance center blue.
  • I have a grudge against someone who somehow muscled their way into my personal art show. I’ll makes sure they never see color ever again.
  • So I can fly… But it’s very… Flashy. Yeah, it’s a rainbow.

Chronokinesis - Control Time

  • So, even if I manipulate time, I can’t manipulate space. And Earth moves, so… I kind of killed most of the population. They’re either in space or the mantle. 
  • I’ve been stealing time from everyone and it’s all stored deep underground.
  • I’ve tricked a constuction crew through a time-portal and now they’re building me a castle in 16th century France. I’ll be king and my castle will never fall.

Cibumkinesis - Control Food

  • You don’t even know how much pretentious people like to eat my ‘innovative’ foodstuffs. Milk jerky is as weird as it sounds and only comes in 2%
  • I’ll win every cooking competition, no matter how much I mess up. 
  • May your harvest be blighted and your water poisoned. Think twice before crossing me again.

Cthonikinesis - Control Nether

  • Powers adapt to new meanings for the word. I’m gonna send you to minecraft hell.
  • Your nether regions are so fucked.
  • How do you feel, facing your own late father in battle?

Cukinesis - Control Copper

  • When NYC falls into peril again, someone with the ability to manipulate copper calls upon the ultimate defense… The statue of liberty.
  • Yeah I can make a shield, but it’s gonna be copper. Sorry I can’t do anything else. 
  • I’ve gotten into the habit of driving by old neighborhoods and making all the copper wiring and pipes be sucked into my truck. It’s only slightly villainous. 

Cogitokinesis - Control Thought

  • If you’re going to be so angry about my favorite song, enjoy it in your head forever.
  • I make quite the racket erasing unwanted thoughts. Where those thoughts go though is only for me to worry about. 
  • My robots seem too mechanical. I should steal someone’s thoughts to give them a bit of personality. 

Cognikinesis - Control Perspectives

  • Most of the time I just force video games to let me play first person, I’m not sure what you expected.Forcing people to look at what they’ve become is a lot like judgement day.
  • When people make me upset, I like to make them see my actual point of view. 
  • It doesn’t matter how far away something is, if I can see it, I can touch it.

Comakinesis - Control Hair

  • My stage production of rapunzel is the best in the world. How I found a continuous 20 foot braid is anyone’s best guess. I’ll never tell.
  • I’ve created a new breed of naturally pink poodles. I’ll be in the lap of luxury for all my days.
  • No I only have one of these wool sweaters. I can just change it’s color because it’s technically hair.

Combokinesis - Control Combat

  • Any battle goes may way, from a simple argument to an election. I’ve become the most influential person in the world.
  • My personal feelings are always above any actual evidence of winning, so seeing that I may be wrong is terrifying. What if I was wrong before?
  • Now that you’ve shown me what your attack will be, let me eliminate that possibility.

Coronakinesis - Control Corona Energy

  • Yes, it’s basically like that one godzilla. No, I’m not secretly the kid of godzilla. 
  • You think you’ve seen global warming? You’ve seen nothing yet. 
  • Stars tend to move with their corona, so don’t mind the new stars. They were already there before.

Corrokinesis - Control the Power of Corruption

  • I really don’t like corruption, so I keep combing the internet for instances of corruption to take it out, hitman style.
  • I’ve condensed corruption into these special bullets. I want you to shoot all this list, no matter how nice you think they are.
  • Wait, I can basically make this into a hell-dimension? Awesome. Sin for everyone.

Cryokinesis - Control Ice

  • If you keep annoying me all the liquid in your body is gonna freeze.
  • I’ve got the polar ice caps fixed, Antartica is looking good, and I’ve got enough snow cones today’s day at the park. 
  • You’ve gotta believe me, officer! The icicle just plain fell on them! It skewered them!

Crystallokinesis - Control Minerals and Crystals

  • My modern witchcraft store is stocked full with crystals and stones. And it’s all homemade.
  • If I really tried, I could get my crystal healing techniques to go towards a doctorate.
  • You picked the wrong mineshaft to battle me in. You’be basically given me the battle. 

Cytokinesis - Control Cells of Organisms

  • My friend wanted to be a cryptid so we brainstormed for a while and they decided on their form. We still chat when I’m in town.
  • Even if I’m terminal, I can just fix it. I don’t see why I shouldn’t be allowed to fix you too.
  • Changing what shape my cells take is the ultimate camouflage. No one suspects the dog.
Every Second of Everyday (Dan Howell x Reader)

Originally posted by shinyphan

Hey guys! I’m finally on break and finals are over! (thank lord jesus) so now I will be posting a lot more than I have been so I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

xxx Megan

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Dan’s POV


 I miss her every second of everyday. I can’t help but wonder what she is doing and most nights I end up punching a pillow or screaming at the top of my lungs thinking about how I treated her. Thinking about how she left one night in tears. Thinking about the disgusting words that left my mouth that I would constantly throw her way. Guilt couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling that was devouring me when I thought about the fear in her eyes every time we were argue. 

 Y/N had left 2 years ago. I could never blame her though. I treated her with such disgrace and constantly regret everything I did to her. At first we were fine, an average happy couple, but then my career exploded and stress was running my life. And unfortunately I would take out all my stress and anger on her. Every night we bickered about something for a good 3 months. Then the bickering formed into top of the lungs screaming at each other until one of us ended in tear or had lost the will to fight anymore. The worst part is she was the one who stopped almost every single time. She was the one trying to desperately fix us and put us back together. And me being the dick I was just decided to ignore her and push her even farther. The night I came home and saw our bedroom only filled with my stuff didn’t surprise me at all. Hell I wasn’t even upset. That was until about a month later where I found the letter in her old underwear drawer.

 Dan,

 I bet you will either throw this in the bin, set it on fire or not even bother to read it but yet here I am writing it anyway. I’m tired. Dan I’m so tired of you complaining about shit and not even realize that the most important thing was broken. Dan Howell I love you so much and I feel like I always will but you are not willing to fight for the most valuable thing in my life. Us. If you’re not going to try to fight then I guess I should just give up too. I know it’s a shitty thing to just pack up and leave but I was already bawling writing this and I have to leave. If I talk to you in person you will make me stay and I can’t keep doing this. We’re broken. I’m broken. I’m done and so is our relationship. I can’t say I wouldn’t miss you holding me or kissing me or even looking at me cause we both know I’d be lying but I am doing this for you. You’re obviously caught up in work right now and I know how much stress and frustration you have bottled up and I know I’m just an obstacle in the way. I love you so much baby and I hope you have a good life without me getting in the way.

xxx Y/n

 I punched a hole in my wall that day. Anger filled my veins at the thought of her crying over an asshole like me, making her think she was justing getting in the way of my life. I loved her with everything I had and still do and yet I left her feeling broken and worthless. I miss her every second of every day. 

 I was currently laying in my bed, alone, staring at a picture of a beautiful couple. It was a tall, dark haired boy smiling down at a perfect girl with y/h/c. He gazed at her lovingly as her eyes were squeezed shut with a wide opened mouth on her face laughing at a dorky joke the boy had tolded her moments before. This was my favorite picture of us. We both looked so innocent and in love. So happy. My thoughts were interrupted as there was knock on my bedroom door.

 “Dan?” I heard Phil questioned on the other side of the door.

 “Yes?” I spoke weakly as I heard the door creak slightly. I heard a sigh escape his lips ashe walked over to me removing the photo from my hands.

 “Still thinking about y/n?” He spoke quietly as I nodded slightly. He frowned slightly looking at the picture shaking his head slightly. Y/n and Phil were so close when we were dating. Besides me she would tell Phil everything but since the letter neither of us had seen her. 2 years she had walked out of our lives and yet both of us remember it like it was just yesterday. Phil shook his head setting the frame down as he gave me a small smile. “Wanna go to the store with me? Get your head off things?” Nothing could make me stop thinking about her. 

 “Sure Phil.” I smiled slightly as I sat up from the bed.



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 I strolled down aisle 3 searching for eggs. pushing my cart slowly.  My eyes scanned as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grabbed it quickly answering the phone call, not glancing at the caller ID already knowing who was calling. 

 “Hi honey.” I spoke still looking for the eggs.

 “WHERE ARE YOU?” His phone boomed through the phone causing me to wince slightly

 “A-at the store. We ran out of eggs and the recipe calls for 2…”

 “You knew all my colleagues were coming over at 7 and I told you to have dinner ready by then!” Ryan’s voice was demanding and loud as I reached down finally finding a carton of eggs.

 “All of it’s done except for the cake you specifically asked for!” I spoke harshly into the phone setting the cartons in the cart.

 “Don’t you dare use that tone with me young lady.” He hushed into the phone causing me to roll my eyes.

 “Okay Dad I’m gonna go now see you at home.” I hung up before he could say anything else. Ryan was my fiance, a well paid, intelligent doctor who thinks he is better than anyone who is younger or earns less money than him. Me being 2 years younger and a mediocre photographer makes him feel twice as powerful towards me. We had been dating for a year and a half and to say we weren’t in love with each other is an understatement. The only reason we were getting married was because his parents loved me and told him to “claim me”. Being the suck up he is of course he proposed. And me being the most awkward person just happened to say yes. I was so busy trying to place my phone back in my pocket I didn’t realize I was walking I ran face first into someone’s chest.

 “Sorry about that love.” A thick british accent spoke causing my breath to hitch. I’d know that voice anywhere. 

 I lifted my head up slightly to look at the stranger’s face as I met a pair of two familiar brown eyes.

 “D-Dan?”



Dan’s POV



 “D-Dan?” Her voice squeaked out causing me to freeze. It was her. Here. RIght in front of me.

 “Y-n?” She gave me a polite smile as she looked down at her feet, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lip, like she always did when she was nervous. I just wanted to pull her lip from her teeth and kiss her. But I’ll I could do was shuffle awkwardly and place my hands in my pockets.

 “H-how you been?” She asked quietly as her beautiful y/e/c eyes met mine once again.

 “I’ve been better…” I gulped as I saw a streak of guilt fill her eyes. “How about you? How are your photos doing?” She smiled slightly as she nodded slightly.

 “I finally got a job. Somebody saw one of the pictures and fell in love with it so they asked me to join their company.” I grinned at her happily. She had always been struggling trying to get her dream job but I had always told her she could do it. That was until all we did was fight…

 “See! I told you you could do it!” I spoke happily causing her to giggle. Oh how I had missed that sound. “What picture was it?” I saw her face freeze before she whispered 

 “The one of you and I…” I opened my mouth to speak when I heard another voice chime in.

 “Dan I found the… y/n?!” I heard y/n squeal as I saw her jump into Phil’s arms

 “Philly!” 

 I felt a pain in my heart as I watched them hug before she pulled away. Phil looked at her gleaming as he suddenly noticed something that I hadn’t.

 “Are you engaged…?” My eyes immediately darted to her left ring finger where a sparkling diamond ring sat. No. I thought to myself. She can’t be. That should be MY engagment for her. I felt my heart physically break as nausea took over my stomach as I saw her nod slowly. She looked down at her finger before looking up to meet Phil’s gaze again. I felt my eyes become glossy as I looked down at my shoes rapidly blinking trying to keep from crying. Phil seemed to notice my pain as he quickly spoke up. 

 “Congratulations! Well Dan and I should be headed out. We have a bunch of editing to do tonight and we have to watch some new anime episodes as such.” I looked up to see y/n gazing at me sadly as she nodded understandingly. She pulled Phil into another tight hug before turning to me and opening her arms slightly. I wrapped my arms around her petite figure as she hugged me tightly. Her vanilla perfume filled my nostrils as she squeezed me tightly. She pulled away slightly before waving a small wave smiling a little. 

 “Bye guys.” Her sweet voice filled my ears one last time before I saw her turn and continue walking the opposite way. I felt a small tear fall from my eye as Phil placed a hand on my shoulder squeezing in reassurance. 

 “I’m sorry Dan….” He spoke softly causing me to shake my head and wipe my tears.

 “Don’t be…” I spoke, “I’m the one who left her go…”



Your POV


 The radio quietly played in the background as I drove to Ryan and I’s apartment. My mind screaming Dan’s name over and over again. I had never gotten over him and the disappointment in his eyes when finding out I was engaged broke my heart. As I pulled into the parking lot of the apartments I felt my mind become cloudy when I tried to think about why I was with Ryan and not Dan. Dan and I had so much in common while Ryan and I were polar opposites. Ryan didn’t have the sense of humor like Dan did. Ryan didn’t care for me like Dan did. And even though all Dan and I did was fight and bicker, at the end of the day, I didn’t love Ryan the way I loved Dan. I carried the bags of ingredients up to the apartment where I opened the door to reveal multiple doctors and nurses filling up the living room. Sophisticated conversations were being spoken as laughter filled the room. I dropped the bags on the table causing a few to glance over at me and Ryan to notice my arrival.

 “Took you long another! Everyone I would like to introduce you to my friend y/n!” I stared at him blankly

 “Fiance.” I spoke angrily only causing Ryan to roll his eyes and nod softly before grunting out 

 “Yes… my future wife.” I scoffed before turning back to unload the bags when something caught my eye. The walls were empty. Nothing was hung or displayed on any wall of the house,

 “Ryan!” I spoke loudly over the voices making everyone go silent and turn their attention towards me once again.  

 “What?!” He spoke harshly, obviously annoyed by me interrupting his company for a second time.

 “Where did my pictures go?”

 “What pictures?”  

 “Oh I don’t know THE ONES THAT I TAKE FOR MY FUCKING JOB THAT WERE HANGING ON THE WALLS EARLIER!”

 A snotty brunette then piped up.

 “Job? Ryan I thought you said she was a lawyer not a picture taker.”

 “Photographer.” I gritted my teeth trying to calm my anger before turning my attention back to Ryan. “First you don’t want to announce me as your fiance and now you’re embarrassed by my job?!” I shrieked angrily as Ryan just chuckled. 

 “Y/n, I have a very important job and so do all these people. I didn’t feel telling them about your hobbies.” I felt my blood boil as he spoke.

 “Well you know what. I’m sorry I didn’t graduate from a fancy college with a perfect GPA. I’m sorry I don’t make as much money as all of your “perfect” friends but I’m not fucking sorry for who I am or what I enjoy doing. I like my “unimportant” job thank you and I know lots of people who support me.”

 “Oh yeah like who?” 

 “Like Dan…” 

 “Seriously y/n?! You’re bringing up that loser again! He doesn’t do anything either. Worthless piece of….”

 “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Ryan…” I spoke in a low, demanding voice. “Plus I know one thing Dan has that you will never EVER get.”

 “Oh yeah what’s that?”

 I looked down at my ring before sliding it off my finger and slamming it on the table “My heart.”

 “Y/n you’re gonna regret this…” I shook my head staring at him dead in the eye

 “Actually this is the best decision I’ve ever made. Have fun at your fucking party Ryan.” I pushed through the crowd grabbing my keys and open the door as I hear Ryan call from behind me.

 “You walked out that door y/n you can never come back. Do you hear me?! You can just send someone to get all your shit.” I stopped dead in my tracks before calling back.

 “Gigi will be here tomorrow to pick it up.” As I walked out slamming the door. I quickly rushed down the stairs as I reached my car hopping in and rushing down the street driving to the first place that popped into my head…



Dan’s POV


 “Phil make some popcorn!” I shouted from the living room as I searched through the TV for the episode we were gonna watch when I was interrupted by a knock at the door. Who would be delivering something at this hour I thought as I slowly stood up and walked down the stairs. I reached the door unlocking it slowly to be met with a petite girl. Tears filled her y/e/c eyes as her y/h/c hair was tangled slightly. I opened my mouth slightly as I stared at her standing at my door. I never thought I would something as beautiful as this moment. Even with her ratty hair and her makeup slightly smudged under her eyes she still managed to be the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. I felt a smirk creep on my lips before I let out one of my remarks trying to lighten the mood.

 “Long time no see.” She giggled under her breath before I heard her mumble.

 “God I’ve missed you.” Before I could respond I felt her grab my shirt and tug me toward her. I felt her moist lips connected with my slightly chapped lips as the taste of her cherry chapstick invade my mouth. My hands found her waist as I tugged her inside with my closing the door by pushing her back against it. I tugged on her bottom lip as I pulled away smiling. She giggled resting her forehead on mine as I whispered.

 “I thought you were engaged?”

 “I was.” I grinned before reconnecting our lips

 I missed her every second of everyday. That was until she was mine again. I ended up marrying that girl. To ensure, that I wouldn’t have to miss her anymore.

welcome to the avengers, buck (bucky barnes one-shot)

Plot: You’re a mutant with the ability to control the emotions and feelings of those around you. You’re also the team medic, traveling with the team and fighting if need be. Bucky is the newest addition to the Avengers, and you try to welcome him to the team. Unfortunately, things don’t go as smoothly as you planned.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none but I maybe cursed?

A/N: i wrote this and posted it on my sideblog, but then I stopped writing there. so i thought i’d just bring this over here and leave that blog behind. i hope you guys enjoy it! pls remember that no gifs are mine. (also pietro is alive here)

It was a little over 11 AM, and you had just woken up. You walked over to the kitchen where Clint and Natasha were groaning and holding their heads.

“What? Did a few games of beer pong not help you two?” You chuckle and begin making coffee.

“I’m telling you, that was no beer. Tony probably spiked the beer. He’s the only idiot who’d spike an alcoholic drink with more alcohol,” Clint lifted his head and covered his eyes. “Why is it so bright, Y/N? Make it stop.”

“Beer isn’t that alcoholic. Tony always likes making the party games a big deal, can you blame him for making the drink more fun?” You smile and pour out two cups of coffee for the hungover Avengers. “And Clint, babe, it’s called the sun. It’s bright because it’s the day time and I can’t stop that.”

Clint grumbles as Natasha practically inhales the coffee and holds her cup out to you, pouting as though asking for more. You sigh and pour her another cup. Just as you hand her the cup, Cap walks in with a rather rugged, scraggly looking man with a metal arm. They stand at the doorway to converse and before you get a chance to ask who he is, Nat begins talking as though reading your mind.

“Bucky Barnes,” Natasha smirked as Steve continued talking to the shaken man. “One of Cap’s oldest friends and the newest addition to the Avengers. If there’s one thing you should know about him, it’s that he’s temperamental. Stay away from him Y/N.” She downs her coffee and continues. “And don’t mention his metal arm.”

“Temperamental?” You raise an eyebrow at the Black Widow. “There isn’t a single Avenger who isn’t temperamental, Nat. If you think that I’m gonna leave our newest edition out in the cold, you’re dense. Besides, he’ll have to take his final assessment with me. He’ll be top notch before you know it.” You pour out two cups of coffee and make your way over to Steve and Bucky.

“Y/N,” Steve smiles, relieved that you’re not giving him or Bucky the cold shoulder. “This is my friend Bucky. He’ll be joining the Avengers soon.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Bucky,” you smile at the handsome brunette in front of you. “I’d shake your hand, but I’ve got coffee in both of them. Here,” you hand him a cup and Cap the other. “Welcome to the Avengers.”

“The pleasure is mine,” Bucky spoke out hoarsely. “I hope everyone is as warm and welcoming as you are.”

“I hope so too. But the Avengers are a wild bunch. They’ve been through a lot, Bucky. It’s hard for them to trust each other some times. If they come off rough, please don’t take it personally,” you place your hand on his shoulder and smile warmly.

“What’s your place in the Avengers, if you don’t mind me asking?” Bucky smiles at you and Steve looks shocked. “Steve told me your name but not much else.”

“Yeah because she walked over with coffee as I was about to go into detail,” Steve huffs and you chuckle.

“I’ve got it from here, Rogers. You go brief the other knuckle heads. I can watch over Bucky,” you smile and Steve looks at you hesitantly before nodding.

“Stay safe you two,” he yells over his shoulder as he walks over to Clint and Natasha.

“So,” you smile and look over to Bucky. “I’ve got a bit of an odd roll if we’re being honest here. I’m a doctor but I fight alongside them when they need me. There’s not much to me, to be honest.”

“I doubt that,” Bucky chuckles and looks at me oddly. “I’m never really comfortable with anyone at all, why am I so comfortable with you?” He muses and you remove your hand from his shoulder.

“S-sorry, I-I guess that’s my fault. I meant to calm you down a little, and I may have put in a little too much energy,” you bite your lip and Bucky looks at you, confused. “I have the power to control emotions, feelings.”

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“Oh,” his eyes widen briefly before hardening. “So you were trying to manipulate me, to control me like THEY did.”

“Wha-no!” Your eyes widen at his last statement as you take a step back. “I would never be so ignorant, Bucky. I can’t control my power yet. Sometimes it becomes a little overpowering.” You give him a tight lipped smile and step away some more. “I’ll keep my distance from you, but feel free to come to me if you need any help.” Without waiting for his response, you walk away. You decide it’s best to keep some distance between yourself and the handsome Winter Soldier.

A Few Months Later

Bucky’s been in the tower for a little over three months and he was doing exceptionally well. He’d overcome all the physical hurdles almost immediately. Next, Clint and Natasha worked on his reflexes and memory training. He then had to work on hand-to-hand combat with the twins, in the event that we come across anyone else with superpowers. Now, it’s time for his final assessment: his mental examination with you.

You and Bucky started off on the wrong foot, and for the first month you did all that you could to avoid him without being rude. Eventually, he caught your rift and felt this sinking feeling in his gut. He got Cap to talk to you about it, and you realized that maybe you weren’t being as subtle as you’d hoped.

Soon enough, you’d show up to his training and his assessments. You even managed to get a smile out of him as you cheered him on during his physical examination. You eventually grew a soft spot for the scruffy brunette, just as he had one for you.

And now, he’s sitting in front of you, nervous as can be.

“James, please, I can feel your heart beating a mile a minute, and I promise that I’m not using my powers,” you grab his hand and try to soothe him, human to human. “This is not going to be what you think it is. I promise.”

Buck breathes in and out, trying to relax just as you had asked of him, but he could not help it. He remembered the room he was in when HYDRA was assessing him, and this is what your room reminds him of.

You quickly catch on to his quick glances and short breaths, remembering what you read about his previous assessments.

“Oh, crap. James I’m so sorry,” you stand immediately, gathering your clipboard and a few other essentials. “Come on.”

“What?” He looks up at you, confused. “We haven’t started the assessment yet, have we? Or–oh crap! Did I already fail? W-wait no, I–”

“James, look at me. Please relax. I promise your assessment hasn’t yet started. You will not fail this, I’ve got you,” you smile warmly at him and hold out your hand. “Trust me, please.”

“Oh,” he hesitantly looks up at you, your smile almost immediately calming his nerves. He grabs a hold of your hand and nods. “Okay.”

He watches you, his gaze softer than you’d seen before. You clear your throat and look away, but his gaze lingers.

“W-what? Do I have something on my face?” You try to remove your hand from his to check your face, but Buck doesn’t let go.

“No, Y/N. I just wanted to thank you. You welcomed me warmly the first day, and here you are: saving me during my last assessment,” he smiles and kisses the back of your hand. You blush in return and nod.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re back and better than ever, for yourself more than anyone. Now, come on,” you whisper and slowly pull him up. “We can continue this on the roof.”

He looks at you, slightly bewildered but still happy to get out of the small room. He stands and holds on to you, scared that you’d leave him if he let go. You two walk out of the room and you smile ahead as he smiles softly down at you.

You two step into the loud dining room and all heads turn to you. Almost immediately, a hush falls over the normally rambunctious group. You and Bucky stop walking and look up to see everyone watching you, jaws practically touching the floor.

“What, you didn’t see that coming?” Pietro breaks the silence, everyone else groaning as he brings back his famous one liner.

RIDE (Bucky Barnes x Reader One Shot)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,023

Warnings: SMUT & unprotected sex 

A/N: Hey Everyone! I wrote this a couple of nights ago and just now got around to editing it. The title really has nothing to do with the actual one shot, it’s just the title of a song by Ciara which I was listening to while writing this lol 

MASTERLIST

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It had been a late night for you, meetings going past the scheduled time making you even later for others and paperwork that kept piling up. All of which resulted in you not being able to get home until it was already two on a Sunday morning. You pealed off your black pencil skirt, the red bottoms you’d bought with your first big check from the firm and your favorite pinstripped collared shirt, haphazardly throwing them into the corner of your bedroom. You were exhausted, having three major cases in one week that you needed to prepare for had your nerves out of wack. You had to win all of them because of the fact that you could be making partner only if all of them panned out in your favor.

Light snores coming from the bed remind you that Bucky had in fact returned from his mission overseas. Not wanting to disturb the super soldier, you quickly stripped yourself of your bra and panties and head into your bathroom. You take a quick shower wanting nothing more than to fall into your bed and go to sleep.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! So idk if you're taking requests but on the off chance that you are, do you have any more headcanons for the YouTube au? I enjoyed the first one sooo much and now I'm way too invested - like would Marinette ever make a channel? Alya? Nino? (P.s. Congrats on finishing tangled ribbons dude!!! It was unbelievably cute and well written and fun and ahhh I've got a lot of love for it!)

YEAH MY DUDE I LOVE THIS AU LETS DO THIS!!!

(i had a bunch of these written down a While Ago but i forgot about them rip im sorry) also??? i cant believe i finished tangled ribbons?? constantly in awe that thats done 

part one

  • adrien covering ed sheeran songs
    • this is super random but i think it’s important
    • (this was written before the new album but my point stands)
  • nino helps adrien set up a better mic system once he finds out about the youtube thing
    • it becomes a Thing™️️ where they get together and talk about tech and adrien will film a video or two and then they’ll sit on the couch and watch movies or binge anime and pig out on ice cream
    • they keep doing it once adrien is just as well versed in audio equipment as nino is
  • nino geeks out over adrien’s camera
  • adrien totally gets the camera that ninos been eying for ages when he needs to replace his, because nino helps him with recording so often. nino almost cries when he first holds it

(this got kinda long)

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Headaches

Betty put a palm to her forehead, pressing down hard, trying anything to ease the pain that was radiating through her skull. Nothing seemed to be working and her head felt like it was being smashed by a dozen hammers.

This morning her mother had upped her dosage of the ADHD medication she took regularly and apparently the sudden shift into higher dosages was not settling well in her head. She had gotten a C+ on a physics exam and that was not something Alice Cooper was going to stand for. Resting her forehead against Kevin’s back, she inhaled the familiar scent of fabric softener.

“You sure you don’t want any Advil Betty? You really don’t look too good.” Kevin adjusted himself on the common room couch, allowing Betty to lean on his shoulder as he glanced down at her concerned.

She smiled weakly “I’m okay Kevin, just a headache.” She answered squeezing his hand.

“Maybe you should go home B. Get some rest, it can’t be good for you to be sitting through all your classes if you don’t feel good.” Veronica added softly from across the couch, perching on the edge of Archie’s lounge chair. Archie nodded

“Yeah Betty, you won’t get an absence since you’ve already checked into first period, you could use a day off.”

Betty closed her eyes tight, going home was definitely worse than being at school, her mother was working on an article for the gazette at home and she would much rather suffer through the pain than hear her mother go on again about her weight again.

“You can just take a nap during free period, I set up the couch for you in the Blue&Gold office. You just have to make it through one more period.” Jughead had noticed the way she stiffened at the mention of home and assessed that it was clearly not a place she wanted to be.

Betty couldn’t help the way her heart fluttered at the beanie wearing boys thoughtful gesture and genuine knowledge and insight of her emotions.

“Thanks Juggie” she whispered softly throwing him a genuine smile before wincing at a throb to her temple. He just nodded back, raising an eyebrow at her pain and giving her a look that let her know they would be talking about it later.

“If it isn’t the Brady bunch and their psychotic neighbor Riverdales very own Good Charlotte.” Reggie Mantle jabbed, coming in from the hallway, his football goons following close behind.

Jughead rolled his eyes, pulling out a book from his backpack and blatantly ignoring the immature teenager.

“Knock it off Reggie.” Archie warned, moving so Veronica was closer to him, he had always been a little territorial over the raven haired beauty and he had heard that Reggie and her had gone clubbing.

“What’s the matter carrot top? You got a thing for Donnie Darko too? So I guess it’s the dark haired ones you like. I’ve gotta say, I didn’t take you for a guy who likes them so freaky.” Reggie snorted, throwing a paper airplane at Jughead, Jughead simply flicked it off his book.

Just as Archie was about to respond, Betty cut in.

“Oh get off it Reggie, why don’t you go play with your balls or something.” She said with a dismissive wave and a hand to her temple.

Veronica gasped slightly as Archie snorted out loud, Kevin turned to gape at Betty and jughead was smirking at the gorgeous blonde.

“I mean come on” she continued “you’re always going on about how Archie’s gay, or Jugheads gay, but you’re the one who walks around naked in a locker room filled with teenage boys as you wrestle in the grass for some type of ball. You really have to start thinking of some new insults. Read a book or something.” She finished her rant by closing her eyes and resting her head back against the couch.

Everyone had gone silent and the football team was slowly making there way out of the common room, wanting desperately to avoid Betty Coopers wrath. She never said a bad thing to anyone, always sunshine and rainbows, so to hear her sass Reggie Mantle so blatantly was enough to shake the bulky boys

Reggie scoffed indignantly and mumbled a
“Whatever, you’re a freak too” before slamming out the doors.

The gang was staring at Betty as she slowly opened her eyes, she looked up and sighed

“What? I have a headache I don’t have time for stupidity today.” Her words were final and they brought a smile to everyone’s face.

As the first bell rang, everyone grumpily made there way to class, leaving Jughead and Betty behind.

Jughead grabbed the blondes hand as they headed to her chemistry class

“Care to explain.” Jughead said softly, brushing a strand of her ponytail out of her face.

Betty sighed leaning into his side
“I’m just tired of everyone picking on people because they’re different. No ones perfect, but we just have to let people try and change us because that societies norm, its acceptable to say hurtful things because we allow it. I’m sick of people not accepting people.”

Jughead nodded and squeezed her hand, he knew there was more to the story and he knew she would tell him when the time was right, standing in front of her classroom door, she dropped her head to his chest and moaned
“This stupid headache”

Looking around quickly to make sure no one was watching, Jughead dropped a quick kiss to her forehead “I know. Just hang in there, you’ve got a long nap waiting for you next period.”

She smiled at the amazing boy

“Thanks Juggie.”

He smiled as he walked backwards towards his own class, flicking his nose and winking.

251 Years

Daveed Diggs x Reader (I was feeling inspired okay?)

Also I first saw this through another fic, so if anyone knows who it is please let me know so I can give them credit. Thanks! 


“And I would like to wish a very Happy Birthday to our lovely Y/N! Happy eighteenth birthday, and all the best wished towards you to help you find that soulmate of yours. They will certainly be a lucky person!” your cousin Matthew shouted in the ballroom.

A resounding applause came from everyone in the room and you sat there blushing. You never knew what to do in these situations.

“Thank you,” you said, nodding your head.

The music struck back up again, and you decided to get up and dance.

Tonight was the night of your eighteenth birthday in 1774 and the day that would now stop aging until you met the person that you would spend the rest of your life with.

You hoped that they would find you soon. You didn’t want to just be alone for a long time.

The party continued even as you made your way to the garden in the back of the manor. You made your way through the roses, going over to the fountain.

You sat on the edge and looked at the moon.

‘Please find me soon. I love you already.’

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“Lin, I already told you this. Please shut up,” your groaned as your friend kept rambling on about ideas for his new musical.

About Alexander Hamilton.

He had first met you when he was still in high school, you had come in to talk to his history class.

He had been fascinated by you, and ever since then you had gotten along splendidly. His family treated you like their own, and you were often asked to babysit for him.

You didn’t mind, it was nice. But sometimes he wouldn’t leave you alone. Like now.

He had just started producing his new play Hamilton, and he wanted everything to be perfect.

You didn’t blame him, but with him calling at three in the morning was getting annoying.

Right now he was asking about costumes, and he thought that you could add your expertise. But you were exhausted right now.

“Lin, i’m going to bed. I’ll be back in New York in three days and I’ll come and see you at the theater. We can talk then.”

He huffed but you knew that he would relent now.

“Alright alright. I’ll see you then. Goodnight!”

“Goodnight Lin.”

You put your phone down and got back up out of bed. You went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

You started at your face. A face that looked 18 years old but in fact was 251 years old.

Ha. 51.

You snorted.

Would you ever find your soulmate? It had been so long, you were just announced to be the oldest person on the plant.

‘Well, back to bed for me.’

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“Y/N! You made it!” Lin cried as he fought through the crowd of cast. He wrapped you in a big hug.

You laughed and hugged him back.

“I brought a bunch of old trunks with clothes that I still own. I thought that you might want to use them for inspiration. You can’t use the actual ones however.”

A smile crossed his face as he cheered.

“Thank you so much!”

“I’ll need some help bringing them up, but please be careful, they’re very important to me.”

He nodded and relayed that info to some others that went to get your stuff. You went down with them, watching them as they took it all up stairs.

“I think that’s all of the,” Lin said as he came up to you.

“Thanks Lin. I’m going to send a quick email and then I’ll come up and meet you.”

He nodded and left, yourself getting on your phone.

Finishing up your business you started to go up the stairs, but you found yourself tripping on the last step.

You braced for a fall, but instead of the cold ground you were met by a pair of strong arms.

Sparks exploded, and your chest started glowing, the second part of the soulmate bond. The two of you froze, not knowing what to do.

You picked yourself up and the man released you. You turned around to look at your soulmate, and there he was.

Daveed Diggs, the man playing Thomas Jefferson and the Marquis de Lafayette. Your soulmate.

How crazy was that.

“Holy shit,” he said. You giggled.

“Is that all you have to say?” you shot back. He smiled at you.

“Why do we have to say anything?” He mused, coming closer to you. His face was only an inch from yours. You felt yourself feeling hot.

He took your breath away.

You stared into each other’s eyes, before your lips met in a fiery kiss. It was wonderful. After being 18 for 243 years, this was everything you could have imagined.

As you broke apart he stared at you lovingly. He was holding you in his arms again.

“I do have a question for you,” he said. “How long have you been 18? It’s been five years for me.”

You smirked.

“I’ve totally got you beat.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve looked like this for 243 years.”

His mouth dropped open.

“Well fuck,” he whispered, sending you into a fit of laughter. “How old does that make you then?”

“251,” you replied as you recovered from laughing.

He smiled.

“Ha ha.”

“What?”

“51.”


EDIT: Ok so I was hoping that I guess i didn’t have to explain this but the reason they’re laughing at ‘51′ is because Hamilton wrote 51 essays. Cool? Cool.

-love and hate are of the same kind

request: can you write a jughead x fem!reader where she’s from out of state for the summer visiting archie (maybe they’re cousins or something) and archie introduces her to jug, and she ends up telling him these stories about her home and whatnot so she’s just waving her hands around and there’s like pure happiness on her face and it just makes jug smile and when she leaves later in the summer they both get sad and she says “thanks for a great summer, jughead,” and it’s bittersweet? thanks, i love you!!!

a/n: I love you too!! and I also kind of changed this a little. I just didn’t realise it, my fingers kept typing whatever they wanted to. 

pairing: jughead jones x reader 

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“I’m not drunk, you are” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : Reader never drinks alcohol, so obviously, the day she decides to taste some champagne, she’s quickly…Rather drunk. Bruce and his sons are fortunately there to take care of her…and to film her embarrassing moments.

I thought I’d write something a bit more lighthearted after I made some of you “cry” with this ;-). 

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You never drink alcohol. Never. You just don’t like the taste of most of the beverages. Champagne or wine, tequila or vodka, even just a light cider…No thank you. 

When you go out with Bruce, you usually drink a soda or soft drink, even just water sometimes. 

But tonight, at yet another charity ball, your mind was elsewhere.

You had done it again. It often happened, and you always regretted it. Always. But you just couldn’t help it. Sometimes, you just had to be a sarcastic little shit full of witty answers. It always got you in trouble, since your early days in school, to now, in an important and very public event.   

This time, you had been a sarcastic little shit full of witty answers to the Mayor himself. The man already had a problem with your family ever since Bruce decided to support Harvey Dent to become the new mayor of Gotham, and was probably one of the most corrupted people in the World…so, needless to say that, when he left you company, clearly upset, you knew your actions would have repercussions, consequences, and it stressed the hell out of you. Why couldn’t you just control that damn mouth of yours ? 

Bruce wrapped a reassuring arms around your waist, bend down to your ears and whispered into it : 

-Relax (Y/N), no matter what, I’ll handle it. As Bruce Wayne or as…the other one. 

You gave him a weak smile and shook your head. 

-I’m so sorry Bruce…I really try to control myself, but when people like that man complain about not having a fourth plasma screen, or shit like that, while the city is drowning in poverty, I just can’t help myself. More than usual. 

-I know. I don’t blame you. At all. I already told you dear, your big mouth is one of the thing I love the most in you. I always know that you’re honest with me, which is rare, and you don’t hesitate to tell me when I go too far or something…I really love your big mouth. 

He paused as you squeezed his hand lovingly, and added in a very low whisper : 

-I also like it when you use it for…other performances. 

And with a wink, he made you blush like crazy. You hit him without much force in the ribs, and he chuckled, taking a sip of his little glass of bourbon. 

You really appreciated his effort to make you feel better…but Mayor Hady was a dangerous man, and you couldn’t help but think that telling him that he was proof evolution could go in reverse was definitely not your best idea…Oh my god and you said so much worst. You made people around you laugh. He was humiliated…You started sweating a bit, and got stressed again, not being able to bear the thought that you might have put your family in danger. 

Bruce was really not worried, he kept all of the mayor’s actions monitored, and  discovered that Sebastian Hady wasn’t actually as dangerous as he loved to pretend. You didn’t know however, and in this moment, Bruce didn’t really think about reassuring you on that, because really, for him, all of this story wasn’t much of a big deal at all. 

Your husband got called by a bunch of old men that he knew, and you had absolutely no intention of joining in in the conversion, so you went to your sons, and ranted a bit about your latest mistake. They all laughed, loving your antics…

And that’s the story of how you ended up with a glass of champagne in your hand. Jason said it’d loosen you up some, and you definitely needed to get rid of some stress…So you drunk. 

Jay was right, the first glass did loosen you up. 

The second one helped even more. 

At the third one, Dick warned you not to drink more, as since you never drink alcohol, it could have quite an effect on you. 

He didn’t see you drink the fourth and fifth glass, as you got separated to talk to different acquaintances. 

When you felt Bruce’s arm go around your waist, you just slumped on him and he looked down on you, worried you might have fainted or something. 

You were drinking your seventh glass. 

You were also drunk as fuck. 

-Are you Ok ? 

Your husband ask in your ear, bending down to reach it as he was quite taller than you. Your looked at him with a serious expression, and said :  

-No Bruce, I’m not OK. 

-What is it dear ? 

You squinted at him, and pointed a finger to his face. 

-You damn well know it mister. 

-Please, enlighten me…

-You didn’t tell me. 

-…What didn’t I tell you ? 

Silence. You look at him with the expression of a child that is annoyed, and you push him a bit away from you, gesturing around you (working really hard on keeping your balance). 

-You didn’t tell me that it was a costume ball ! 

Bruce just stares at you as if you’re crazy, and quickly understand that you drank too much. He glares at Dick and Jason who are laughing in a corner while looking at you yelling, and they immediately stop. 

-Do you think I didn’t tell you it was a costume ball because…it isn’t one ? 

-Nonsense my beloved Bruce, look at those people, look what they’re wearing, it’s too…too…bourgeois to be their real clothes. It look more like a…masquerade kind of ball you know. I mean, look at her over there, she’s wearing something out of the Renaissance, for real. And look at that guy’s tuxedo, it looks like it’s made out of Gold…Wait, is it actually gold ? 

Before you could walk up to the man to ask him what his clothes were made of, Bruce dragged you away with him to a nearby corridor, out of sight and out of ears. You kept commenting the “awful choice of wardrobe” of the people present, and some heard you and got totally offended. Though, they knew who you were. You had a reputation to be too brutally honest sometimes…

-What are you doing Bruce ? …Are you ashamed of me because I’m not wearing an extra fancy dress that looks like it use to belong to Marie-Antoinette or some shit ? 

He couldn’t help but chuckle, as your sons joined you. Damian looked worried, but when you winked at him he let out a sigh of relief and awkwardly winked back. You smiled, and let out a loud burp. Ew. So much for a cute mother/son moment… 

-I’ll never be ashamed of you my love, but you are very drunk, I wouldn’t want you to embarrass yourself. 

-Tuh, baby, I can embarrass myself sober…Besides, I’m not drunk. I never drink. 

More chuckles from your sons. Tim took his phone out and started to record you making faces at the camera. He was so going to make an edit of that to show you later, and use as leverage when he’d want something and you’d say “no”. 

-Ok, I know that in general you’re very self-aware of what you are, and all of that. But from what the kids have been telling me, you drunk about seven glasses of champagne, and since it’s the first time you actually drink…

-Bruce, babe, if I was drunk, I’d know right ? I’m not…Holly shit honey, I didn’t notice before but, you look dapper ! Every men in this room should take example on you, nothing can go wrong when you wear a tuxedo. Well, except for Oswald Cobblywhateverhislastnameis. That man looks like a…penguin or something, with a tuxedo on. 

It was getting very hard for your boys and husband not to laugh, and when you started to breakdance to Beethoven, they totally lost it. People were starting to stare at the famous Waynes, all standing in the corridor, laughing their asses off while one of them was dancing to classical music…Minded, your dance move were on point. Especially since you wore high heels. Great balance. 

Bruce stood in front of you, his large frame shielding you from people’s view. 

-(Y/N), let’s go home, you’re drunk.

You stopped dancing, and turned to him with vivacity. You melted a bit when you saw his amused expression, it was so rare to see it on his face…But then, you remembered that he was totally wrong, and went to grab your handbag. 

-If I was drunk, could I make paper cranes ? Look. 

You took Bruce’s wallet out of your purse (how cute, you were keeping it for him), and got a hundred dollars bill out of it, quickly starting to work on your origami, sticking your tongue out as you were deeply focus. 

Tim wasn’t missing any action with the camera of his phone, and your other sons, even Damian, were almost suffocating because they laughed so much. Bruce just stared at you making a paper crane, a bit confused. He turned around too see that everyone was now staring at all of you, and some were even getting their phones out. He decided it was time to go. 

-Dick, go get the car please…Oh for god sake stop laughing like an idiot and get a move on ! We’re leaving, we gave them money, we won’t be missed. Come on, on we go. 

Still laughing loudly, your sons took the corridor to slowly exit the building. You were still making your paper crane when you felt your feet leaving the floor. 

-What are you doing Bruce ? 

-Carrying you back to the car. 

-But…Why ? 

-Because you’re drunk. 

-Look how flawless my origami is my sweet Bruce, do you think someone drunk could have done such a perfect paper sculpture ? 

-You don’t know how to make origamis when you’re sober baby…

You shrugged your shoulder, rolling your eyes as you mouthed the word “nonsense”, and tried to get out of his arms. He let you get back on the floor, but as you took a step, two…you lost balance and fell back in his arms. 

-Oh Bruce, the World is spinning…I think I might be a little sick, I feel somewhat dizzy and all…

He just smiled, and this time, when he took you up into his arms, you didn’t resist. 

**************

You fell asleep in the car, and Bruce carried you in the mansion with his strong arms. As soon as they entered the place, your sons ran to Alfred to show him the videos Tim took, and to tell him everything…Needless to say, that night was filled with laughter and plans to embarrass you later on. 

Bruce didn’t take part in the conversation, as he took you up to your shared bedroom. He laid you down on your bed, and took his clothes off, putting on some comfy sweat pants, leaving his chest bare, and moved back to you. With delicate hands, he took your dress off and…you kicked him in the face. He fell back as you sat up in the bed. 

-How dare you, you filthy animal ! I’m not an easy woman ! You can’t just take me home and take advantage of me ! 

A bit stunned, Bruce stayed where he was, sitting on the floor, and just stared at you as you were ranting. You talked like this for quite some times, and your sentences were making less and less sense, when you finally stopped to look at Bruce, still on the floor, not really knowing what to do. 

-…What are you doing down there hun ? 

-You pushed me…

-No I didn’t. 

-Yes, you did. 

-I did ? 

-Yup. I hurt my elbow. 

He was trying to guilt trip your drunk self, and it worked. 

-I’m so sorry honey, oh my god what woooops…

You tried to stand up to reach him, but you also fell, and ended up falling on him, your dress slipping down around your knees. Bruce caught you as best he could, and you both just laughed. How sweet it was to just laugh. Moments like this were so rare…And even though you were drunk, it was still enjoyable, and you’d remember it for a long time. 

-Oh my love, what am I going to do with you ? 

-Show me your amazing prowesses in bed ? 

He laughed. He gave up any prospect of sex as soon as he saw you stumbling around the charity ball, as he knew that you’d probably get too drunk…But your passionate kiss ignited a fire in his lower stomach, and he responded fiercely. 

Turned out though, he was right to not expect anything, as mid-kiss, your tongue stopped massaging his, and your hand stopped touching his body…You had fallen back into a deep slumber that you wouldn’t come out off until the next morning. 

**************

The next day, pictures of your husband carrying you to the car with the headline : “Bruce Wayne is a perfect gentleman…even when his wife is embarrassingly drunk” were on every newspapers. 

But you couldn’t care less as the biggest (and first) hungover you ever had was taking away all of your energy. It wasn’t all bad though, as the entire day, your boys and husband took amazing care of you. 

When you finally started to get better, right before their night patrol, Bruce showed you his “amazing prowesses in bed”, and enjoyed a quiet moment cuddling with you before leaving. Whenever he thought he couldn’t love you more, something came up, like you getting totally drunk and being hilarious, and he realized that he could totally fall for you even more deeply. 

You were too damn awesome. Even when “embarrassingly drunk”. 

A New Glader?

Pairings: Thomas x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1940

Request: Do you think you could do a Thomas imagine from the maze runner? Where Y/N is the 2nd girl to arrive at the maze and Theresa feels threatened by her but Thomas trusts her and starts to like her? And maybe Theresa tries to do something stupid/mean to Y/N?

Authors Note: This was requested to me and thought that I’d give it a shot. I want to thank @dylan-ohbrien for proofreading and editing it for me! Enjoy bbys! 

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'Doll'

Bucky BarnesAU! x reader

Summary: you are the unofficial editor of Bucky’s writings. One day, you discover, in his computer, a document with your nickname.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this writing; it was too much fun to write it!

Tags: @supersoldierslover @barnesandnoble13

Originally posted by bucky-plums-barnes

(Credits to the owner of the gif)


‘I will be there at 5, Bucky.’

‘Ok, you know where everything is. And you know, you have total freedom to tell me what you think about these chapters.’

'There are no worst editors or literary critics than me, uh?’

'That is the reason why I don’t fear them, Y/N.’

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anonymous asked:

Please post pics of your new mixer attachments?

IT’S TIME FOR FOODBLOGGING PART TWO: THE PRODUCT REVIEW THAT GOES ON FOREVER AND MAKES YOU READ MY LIFE STORY BEFORE TELLING YOU WHETHER THE THING IS WORTH BUYING

(spoiler: maybe the ice cream maker, almost certainly not the juicer)

when last we left our heroes, i did not have a stand mixer, but then my dad bought me one and then very recently bought me some fancy attachments for… my brother’s birthday?? i don’t really know why, maybe he just likes buying kitchen shit but has run out of room in his own kitchen and is living vicariously through me. who knows, whatever.

i’m using this recipe for ice cream, and this kitchenaid ice cream attachment thing. at least i assume that’s the one, it’s the most popular one on amazon and that’s generally how my dad makes purchasing decisions. the new york times claimed to have the only ice cream recipe i would ever need, but it involved, like, cooking some egg yolks and milk in a saucepan and basically making a fancy fucking custard as step one, and that’s too many goddamn steps. all of the recipes that came with this fucking attachment were just as bad so fuck that, if this recipe is good enough for ben and/or jerry it’s good enough for me, i’ll save the fancy shit for when i’m in the mood to really hate myself. where was i.

don’t @ me about the imitation vanilla, i know i should be using real vanilla and not dollar store fake shit, i don’t care. this tiny corner of the counter used to be my designated tea corner but it’s kind of become overwhelmed by fifty million fucking appliances, but especially this goddamn stand mixer. it’s huge. it’s fucking monstrous. i’m really hoping we can get a table, or an island, or a buffet or something to keep this thing on once we get rid of the kitchen couch. don’t ask about the kitchen couch.

that picture is from last september, why the fuck have we had a kitchen couch for so long. anyway this recipe says to whisk together eggs and sugar until they’re fluffy but not firm, which i guess means whisk the shit out of it but don’t make a meringue? i don’t know what constitutes fluffy.

once i arbitrarily decided it was fluffy enough i dumped all the milk and cream and fake vanilla in there, but like, there ended up being just a bunch of egg yolk sorta stuck to the bottom of the bowl that i didn’t find until later when it was too late. this happens every goddamn time i use this fucking whisk and you’d think i’d learn but i do not. @kitchenaid why

here’s the real moment of truth, the ice cream maker. i’ve been keeping the bowl in the freezer since i got it and it takes up literally half of my dinky little freezer. they say to freeze it for a minimum of 15 hours but to keep it in the freezer all the time so you can make ice cream on a whim, but they sorely overestimate the size of my freezer or underestimate how much room i need for pizza rolls.

when i took this picture i had actually already started making it, but originally i was going to just… idk. ladle the mix into the ice cream bowl out of the big silver bowl. that was A TERRIBLE FUCKING IDEA, and ice cream mix got everywhere, and i don’t have any pictures of that because it turned out you could see my reflection in the silver bowl and i’m not wearing pants. i haven’t been wearing pants this whole time. wait, does that picture from earlier have my reflection in it? shit. it fucking does. i’m going to edit that with a sticker or something but only people who’ve made it this far into the post will know why that’s there. there’s going to be a cut here but to people on mobile it will just look like the post ends and for that i apologize (or maybe… you’re welcome???)

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