i made another one before but okay

Lightsaber Battle - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1358
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Featuring: Tony Stark
Warnings: swearing, maybe
Requested by anon
Pietro and the reader having a lightsaber battle in the middle of the toy section
Summary: What happens when you and Pietro are in the toy section and Pietro is pracitcally a toddler in a store? Chaos ensues.
Authors Note: this was so much fun omf

Pietro Maximoff / Full Masterlist


“Target could be my second home,” You marveled as you walked into the doors of the large store.

Pietro laughed. “Well, you do come here a lot.”

“Because I love it!” You squealed and walked to where the one-dollar section was.

With a roll of the eyes, he put his hand on your shoulder. “That, and Tony kicks us out of the base a lot.”

Shrugging, you picked up random things in the one-dollar bins. Tony does kick you two out of the base a lot, mainly because when you don’t have anything to do, you annoy someone until you are entertained and come up with something to do. He’s usually the easiest to annoy, not to mention that he gets annoyed really easily, and his reactions are typically the funniest.

You walked up to the nearest employee, doing like you and Pietro always do. “Excuse me, miss, where are the toasters?” You linked onto Pietro’s arm. “My husband is really worried about the fact that we do not have a toaster and I’m afraid he’s going to break down if he doesn’t see a toaster soon,” You told the girl who seemed to be a bit older.

She quickly directed you to where the toasters would be, and once she was out of sight, the two of you broke into a fit of laughter. “That was a good one. I’m really passionate about toasters,” He laughed. It was almost a tradition after the many times you two have been to Target recently, asking the staff random and strange questions. Sometimes he was your son, sometimes you were a random stranger, and today he was your husband. Of course, you two were only friends, which made it only funnier.

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Can you believe I actually sat down and lined this personally I can’t

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Morgan Brian and Lauren (Cheney) Holiday on their friendship on and off the field:

“Every time I came into camp, she was the first one to talk to me, and make me feel comfortable. I was coming to camps from college and it was kinda surreal to be surrounded by players that you look up to and she [Holiday] always made me feel welcome and made sure I was okay. On the field it was the same thing I remember some girl got a yellow card on me and it was a really bad tackle,” Brian said of a friendly against Canada in 2014. “She [Holiday] was the first one in the referees face. She has another side to her when she gets mad, so everyone calls her alter-ego ‘Shanaynay’, so that came out and I thought it was really cool. ”  

“I’ve told people this before- Morgan is going to be the star,” Holiday said. “I think that you guys just saw a glimpse of what she can bring to the table in the World Cup. I told her a year before the World Cup started, she would be starting in a World Cup final and I don’t think she believed me at all. But, she did and I think she did a great job for us.” 

“Off the field, just having fun, enjoying it and being young. You forget what it’s like to be that player,” Holiday said. “That was me, that was A-Rod [Amy Rodriguez], that was Tobin [Heath] years ago. Just being around her and hanging out with her and getting to know her, I’ve gotten to experience that again and that’s been fun for me.” 

I don’t think this friendship got enough love & recognition.  

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Blue Roses

Summary: When your workplace is on fire, Fireman!Bucky saves your life.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Counting: 950 words
Warnings: Au. Fire. Fluff.

“Out, out.” You yelled at the panicking kids.

It was the last day of the school year, and the school was on fire. You didn’t know how it happened, but now it had spread through that side of the building and your students were literally panicking with all the smoke and noise around.

“Miss Y/L/N…” One of the girls stopped in front of you.

“Alex, you need to go.” You exclaimed, pointing the way out to the other kids.

“But Lisa is locked in the bathroom!” She cried out.

You frowned deep, worried.

“Shit.” You whispered to yourself, looking for a closer adult. “Alex, get out of here with the other kids, I’m gonna get Lisa. Where is she?”

“In the third floor, close to the room with the instruments.”

You nodded, cursing under your breath when you realised you’d have trough two sets of stairs to get there.

Your blood was pumping hard while you ran up, covering your mouth and nose with your coat when you felt the smoke in your breath.

“Lisa?” You called, opening the girl’s bathroom door. “Lisa, are you here?”

“Miss Y/N.” The girl cried out. “Miss Y/N, I’m stuck.”

You let out a short fuck and tried to push her door open.

She was stuck.

“Okay, kid, I’m gonna need you to get as far as possible from the door, okay?”  You said, trying to stay calm. “Just back off.”

She confirmed with a sound.

“Okay.” You took a breath. “One… Two… Three.”

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Half-Blood Princess (Part 2): Guardian Angel

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Castiel, Hannah (Twin Sister), Alexis (Cross-Road demon), Chuck/God. 

Length: 2953+ words

TW: Surprisingly, nothing? A broken soul. Mentions of torture. Alastair. Drunk!Dean. Sad!Dean. 

A/N: SO MANY PEOPLE WANTED A PART 2!! I’m so glad you enjoyed the first part, and there are so many interests for a second part. I had such a hard time writing this, but it just all came to me last night when I couldn’t sleep. Feedback is encouraged!

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Alexis glanced at the angel with her eyebrow raised. “What do you want?” she asked coldly. 

“I’m looking for Y/N’s soul,” Castiel responded calmly.

Anger flashed through her black eyes before returning to its original colour. “You’re looking at it.”

Castiel turned his attention to the broken soul on the ground, the light emitting from it almost nonexistent.

“She’s been here a while,” Alexis told him.

“You are the crossroad demon that made a deal with her, correct?”


“I see. I will be right back.” The angel disappeared for a few minutes to break the news to her family, telling them that there was no hope on getting her back before returning with another man.

“Who the hell are you?” Alexis asked protectively, stepping forward in front of what was left of Y/N’s soul.

“My name is Chuck,” he answered. “Other known as, God.”

The demon scoffed, crossing her arms. “Yea, right.”

“It is true,” Castiel confirmed. “I’ve asked him if there is anything he could for Y/N.”

“She didn’t deserve that.” Alexis seemed to be more relaxed after the angel’s explanation. “She was too young to go.”

“You are very inclined to her,” Chuck stated. 

“She reminded me of myself when I was human,” Alexis repeated softly. “I sold my soul for a shitty boyfriend after he went off and killed himself driving drunk. After I saved him, he ran off with an ex-girlfriend.” The demon looked at the bloody wall where Y/N was usually chained. “I tried protecting her as best as I could here.”

The two men waited for her to elaborate, knowing that there was so much more she wanted- no, needed to say. 

“I made a deal with Alastair. Every 10 years, I would take her place for a year, and she would do my cross-road biddings. She didn’t deserve to be tortured for so long.” If she could, the two men were sure that Alexis would have been in tears by now.

There was a brief moment of silence before it was interrupted by Chuck.

“Thank you,” he said. “You’ve been kinder to her than I have, it seems. As a token of my gratitude for being so kind, I would like to extend an offer.”

“I think I’ve made enough deals don’t you think?” Alexis asked with laugh.

“I think you’re gonna like this one,” Chuck bantered back. “There’s no catch. I want your soul to move on.”

“Move on? As in, I won’t be a demon anymore?”

“Yes. You can pass to your heaven now.”

“You’re kidding?!” Alexis’s jaw dropped. This was not the deal she was expecting after being a demon for so long.

“I am not. It’s the least I can do.”

Her attention went back to Y/N’s soul, looking at it sadly. “What will happen to her?”

“I will do my best to piece her back together.”

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Mission Bad Boy | 03

Plot: What if you could win 100,000 Won by giving someone a makeover? But here’s the catch – you have 6 months to turn a nerdy, anti-social male into the school’s biggest heartthrob.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst, Highschool au!

Notes: Just a little present for you guys, and I wanted to make up for the fact that I won’t be able to post for a while. I hope you enjoy! 5.4 k Words

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The days which followed were completely dedicated to Kim Namjoon’s transformation. You figured that you should work on changing his outward behaviour before changing the way he looked. If the physical transformation happened first and he didn’t have the personality to suit it, people could just call him fake. The bullying would just get worse.

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PLOT SUMMARY: a multichapter imagine fic where the reader is dustin’s older siblings. follows along directly with the events of season 2. she’s friends with nancy, and drama ensues. over the course of the fic we see how the reader reacts to new challenges and a new romantic interest.  ( inspired by two other imagines that i literally can’t find for the life of me. )

SUMMARY: time to take dustin to the snowball! and get a happy ending. 

PAIRING: SLOWBURN Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WARNING: Swearing, Spoilers.



A/N: i want to thank you all again for sticking around and reading this fic, it’s my baby and i love every part of it - and i’m glad you are all enjoying it also. i wanna let you all know that i have 5 idea for side fics already and i’m super excited for you guys to get some closure before i dive into those! without further ado, here’s the epilogue you’ve all been waiting for. ( it’s all under read more because… SPOILERS )

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In honor of Annabeth’s birthday I wrote a little fic, it’s in the same timeline as this fic you don’t have to read it to understand this fic, but it would give you a better understanding of the plot. This story was supposed to be written last year but I had a little accident with scissors and my had and I wasn’t able to write. Huge thanks to @quietlykeen for being my beta and to @nerdyadventures to allow me to yell my writing frustrations at her, you guys are the best <3

It’s not that she was expecting her friends to do something for her birthday…but she was kind of expecting them to do something for her birthday and a part of her felt guilty for thinking like that.  They had asked her if she had wanted to spend her birthday in Xcaret, a natural water park, but Annabeth had politely declined. She wasn’t a big fan of her birthday, she usually spent it at camp where her cabin and friends celebrate her during the campfire but with the loom of the war coming, her last few birthdays had barely been acknowledged. There was also the fact she didn’t like to remember her last birthday, her seventeenth one. She didn’t even realize her birthday had passed until she and Percy had been safe and sound in the Argo II and they had realized what day it was and honestly, she felt like there was nothing to celebrate. She wasn’t sure why she declined to celebrate her eighteenth birthday at the water park but it just didn’t feel right. Her friends did the second best they could, they went to Xcaret the day before her birthday and they spoil her and let her choose where to go first.

She wasn’t gonna lie, she absolutely enjoyed the day they spent there. It was a happy thought knowing it was just a normal day of her friends hanging out not celebrating her. They had arrived home late that night, all tired and happy and ready for bed time…well almost everyone. The day at the underwater rivers and the ocean had filled Percy with energy and while the others were sleeping in their rooms, Annabeth had started her birthday with her boyfriend between her legs. Annabeth wasn’t surprised to wake up when the sun was all the way up, her body aching from a mix of the day before and Percy worshiping her at night.

“Hey, sleeping beauty.” Annabeth turned to where Percy’s voice came from he was leaning against the bathroom frame door, and Annabeth took a few seconds to appreciate her boyfriend; his jeans hung low on his hips, the waistband of his boxers peeking out from under them. Excluding a shirt resting on his shoulder, his torso was naked. Annabeth smiled at the sight of his abs, his hair wet from the shower or from the ocean, she wasn’t sure. “You missed breakfast.”

Annabeth picked up her phone, the numbers 11:35 AM making her groan. “I guess I have you to blame for that, don’t I?”

He smirked at her. “I didn’t hear you complaining about keeping you up last night.” Annabeth threw him a pillow, but sleep was still in her body and the pillow didn’t reach him. He laughed at her. “Come on, are you gonna stay all day in bed? We are all being lazy in the living room.”

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A Promise to You

Pairing(s): Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

Warnings: none. literally none - are y’all proud?

a/n: why do i keep writing short fics?? i hate myself??



Eddie giggled, his fingers gently curled around the warm palms covering his eyes. The room smelled wonderful; like sweets, vanilla candles, and Richie. He took blind steps, putting the entirety of his faith into his boyfriend’s hands. But, for once, anxiety did not rage in his body - he felt content, giddy even, just to have Richie so close to him.

“No peeking, Spaghetti Head!”

Richie practically radiated with enthusiasm and passion, and it made Eddie’s heart flutter.

“How am I supposed to peek with your big, fat hands on my face?”

Richie let out one of this contagious laughs, and although Eddie couldn’t see him, his lips also tugged up. Together, they took a few more steps before coming to a stop. Eddie was bouncing with anticipation, his fingers gripping Richie’s hands with slightly more pressure.

“Okay, my dear Eddie, are you ready to be romanticized?”

Eddie let out a snort, “You don’t have a romantic bone in your body, Richie Tozier.”

“You’re going to eat your words, Kaspbrak.”

Before another word could be said, Richie removed his hands. Eddie let out a gasp, his heart practically leaping in his chest as he saw the setup Richie had planned. Lit candles lined the dining table, which had been covered by a beautiful red cloth that looked incredibly similar to a bedsheet. Also residing on the table, a well-cooked dinner completed with spaghetti, meatballs, and baked bread. Soft music played in the background to finish off the sickening cliche setting.

“Oh, Richie,” Eddie spoke quietly, “Did you cook all of this?”

“Absolutely not. Stan truly is the man.”

Richie dramatically approached the table, pulling the chair out for Eddie and taking a large bow.

“Mi’lady,” he announced in a posh voice, “We are doing this full Lady and the Tramp style.”

He grinned as Eddie threw his head back with a laugh. Eddie took a seat, gripping the edges as Richie attempted to push the chair back in. He let out a long slur of curse words, pressing his body against the back of the wooden chair.

“You weigh like 10 fuckin’ pounds, why can’t I move this chair?”

Eddie glanced down at the floor to see what the chair was stuck on. As he did, Richie stopped trying to move him. Eddie gasped, eyes locked on the small box propped up against the leg of his seat. He realized Richie had been doing what he does best - putting on a show.

“Rich,” He leaned down to grab the box, but Richie beat him to it.

Eddie looked back at his boyfriend, who was now on one knee with the small box sitting perfectly in his palm. His eyes welled up with tears as Richie pulled the top open, Eddie’s mouth gaped out but no words came out.

“This isn’t a proposal, my sweet Eds, so don’t freak out.” Eddie let out a small laugh, hands covering his mouth, “I know you’re worried about going to college, about what will happen to us - so this is my promise to you.” Richie’s free hand enveloped Eddie’s shaking one, “I promise to never stop trying, even if you go to New York and I don’t. I promise to call you every night and send you nudes every chance I get (“beep beep, richie”) so you won’t forget the hot bod that’s waiting for you at home. I promise not to see the new Star Wars movie without you, and I will DVR every episode of that dumb show you like so much. But, most of all, Spaghetti, I promise to love you unconditionally until the end of time.”

Eddie cried even harder as Richie slid the thin golden band onto his ring finger, his other hand still cupping his mouth. Richie grinned at his boyfriend, who was staring down at the ring like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“You’re such a fucking sap, Richie Tozier!” Eddie laughed through his tears, grasping the older boy’s shirt collar and pulling him close to embrace him.

Richie smiled again, “You love the sappiness, don’t deny it.”

“You’re right.” Eddie agreed, his head stuffed in Richie’s neck, “I do. I love it - I love you.”

“I love you, too, Eds. So much.”

The position was awkward; Richie sat up on his knees, arms snug around Eddie’s waist - while the latter sat perched on the end of his wooden chair, hands fisted around Richie’s shirt to hold him impossibly close - but neither wanted to move.

The band weighed heavily on Eddie’s finger - sitting foreign, and he loved it. The feeling of it was almost enough to make him full on sob. His heart swelled in his chest until it sat almost uncomfortably, a warm euphoria soaking into his bones.

“Do you have one, too?” he asked, twisting one of Richie’s curls between his fingers, “A ring?”

Richie pulled away, pressing a sweet kiss to Eddie’s nose as he fished around in his own pants pocket. He pulled out another gold band - identical to Eddie’s - and held it up with a sheepish smile.

Eddie took the ring, gently sliding it onto Richie’s ring finger. His cheeks were still tear stained, Richie’s quickly becoming the same way, as they met in a loving kiss. Eddie’s arms circled around Richie’s neck. One kiss became two, then three - and, after the fourth, they settled for resting their foreheads together.

Eddie sensed a new type of bond, and he knew Richie did, too. He could tell by the way Richie gripped his hips, the way his fingers rubbed soft circles into his back. This was no longer some silly love - it had blossomed into a complete infatuation.

And Eddie never wanted it to end.

The promise lingering in the air - wrapped around his finger - assured him it wouldn’t.

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Tim turned in his chair, confused. He wasn’t sure what the voice was talking about. It had been an exhausting couple of days— he wasn’t even sure who the voice belonged to.
“Eleven,” Damian repeated. “That’s the eleventh time you’ve yawned in—” he put his book down and swung his wrist above his head to check his watch. “—three minutes. Is something wrong?”
“If it’s bothering you, just go to a different room.”
“I was here first.”
In the grand scheme of things, no, Tim thought, you were not. He knew better than to say it out loud, though— Damian was eyeing him suspiciously from the couch, like he was ready to pick a fight. Tim had enough to deal with already.
He bent back over his case notes. If he finished with them in the next hour, he would be back on schedule for the first time in months— he could go check that crime scene by the docks and visit with his informants on the South Side. Probably try the piers after that, and then… Tim stretched his arms over his head. And then he would…
Oh my god. Tim swung around again and glared at his little brother. Damian didn’t seem to mind— he was flat on the couch with his book held above his face, reading peacefully.
“Did you sleep last night?” he asked, without looking up from his novel.
“How about the night before?”
“You know we have three other living rooms, right? You could have any of them to yourself.”
“I’ll take that as a no.”
“Leave me alone, Damian. I’m working.”
“You should go to bed.” Damian turned slowly to look Tim in the eyes. “It’s not healthy to stay awake that long.”
“I didn’t know you cared.”
“You’re right.” Damian put down his book and pulled out his phone instead. “I don’t. Thanks for reminding me.” He started texting, ignoring Tim completely.
Fine. Tim went back to his files, careful not to yawn— he really was tired. He just needed to power through it, was all. He’d be fine if he kept going, and maybe got some caffeine. He would give a lot for some of that just now.
By a happy coincidence, at that moment, Jason stuck his head in the door.
“Yo I made coffee. Does anybody want some?”
Damian made the face he reserved for bat droppings, coffee, and Tim. “No.”
Tim held out an arm. “Give. Now.”
Jason handed him a mug and settled on the end of Damian’s couch. He watched Tim drain half his cup in one go (it was good coffee, okay?) very intently… too intently. Tim stared back at him.
“What you doing?”
“I’m waiting.” Jason grinned down at Damian, who was still focussed on his novel.
“Waiting for what?”
Jason just smiled. Tim stifled another yawn— the caffeine wasn’t helping. He felt incredibly tired, worse than before, even. His eyes kept closing without his permission. He laid his head on the table for a few seconds. He was… wow… wait…
“That,” said Jason. “There we go. Mission accomplished.”
Tim peeled his face away from the tabletop. “Did you just—” He stared at Jason incredulously. “Did you just drug me?!”
“Don’t accept coffee from strangers.”
Damian looked up from his book. “Okay,” he said. “Now take him to his room.”
“Damian??” Tim couldn’t believe this. Of all the— He tried to resist as Jason scooped him up and threw him over a shoulder, but he couldn’t find the energy. They started down the hallway, with Damian trailing behind them, face still planted in his book. He knocked gently into the door frame on the way through and looked up to glare at the wall.
“Listen,” Jason asked him, “do I want to know why you’ve got this grade of sedatives lying around?”
“That, mostly.” Damian shrugged in Tim’s direction.
“You’ve done this before?” Tim dangled helplessly on Jason’s back. “I swear to God I’m going to— Bruce! Help!”
Bruce had poked his head out of a his own doorway. He squinted at the three of them like he was afraid to ask— Tim reached a hand in his direction.
“They drugged me!”
“Drake’s going to sleep now,” Damian informed his father, crossing his arms.
“I’m…” Bruce apparently decided that he didn’t want to deal with it, because he turned around and walked back into his room, shutting the door behind him.
“Hey!” Tim was— He wasn’t— How the hell— “Bruce, get me an antidote! Get me some different siblings!”
No response. Tim tried to punch Jason in the back, but he was so tired that it barely made an impact. Jason laughed at him as they pushed through his door.
“Keep trying.” He let Tim fall onto the bed. Damian handed him a blanket from the guest closet, and Jason threw it over Tim.
“There. Go to sleep.”
“I hate you so much.”
“We wouldn’t have to do this if you would take care of yourself.” Jason held out a hand for Damian to high five. “Zombie squad out.”
Damian ignored the hand. “No, Todd.”
They turned off the lights and left Tim alone, seething in the dark. In thirty seconds he was asleep.

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You sign up for a Blood Partners program online, which matches humans up with vampires to get fed on and be paid for their services (college is expensive). You’re paired up with Kim Yongguk, a kind vampire with money and a lot of secrets. 

  • for anon who requested bullet-style yongguk vampire au
  • and so, obviously, this is a modern day vampire au (vampires are integrated into society au)
  • this is super long wtf
  • also this basically devolved into some weirdass shit and there’s some lowkey (not really) sexy times shit at the end (they make out like wowow), but i know that some like 13 y/os wildin out here reading fucking kinky smut, so let me put it this way: if you don’t know what people with dicks use lotion and tissues for, don’t read towards the end

  • you glanced down at your phone nervously and then back up at the cafe door
  • you’d made arrangements to meet kim yongguk at 12:30, and it was already 12:40
  • it wasn’t like it was a date or anything, but you were still worried about getting stood up
  • just as you were pulling out your phone to check it again, you heard the bell of the cafe ring, making you look up
  • a guy, clad in all black with sunglasses and a facemask entered, walking over to you
  • “(y/n) (y/l/n)?” he asked, his lilting voice instantly enchanting you
  • “y-yes, that’s me,” you managed to stammer out, getting up to shake his hand
  • his hands were cold, as though you were shaking a moving piece of marble
  • “ji– excuse me, kim yongguk,” he said smoothly, gesturing for you to take a seat, “i’ll quickly go get a drink, but you can read over the contract while i do so, if you’d like.”
  • you nodded, accepting the manila envelope that he was holding out to you, carefully sliding the forms out
  • “Of my own free will I, ___________, officially hereby accept _________ as a Blood Partner. For each session, there must be verbal consent given before the Receiving Partner is able to withdraw approximately 500 mL of the Giver’s Blood.”
  • reading the opening statement of the Blood Partner contract solidified the fact that yes, you were selling your blood to a vampire to pay for college
  • you’d sold pints of blood to blood stores before, but you didn’t get much profit from those stores, so your friends had suggested switching over to a Blood Partners website
  • becoming blood partners with a vampire was a common way to get money– there were websites like the one your best friend had showed you that matched a person up with another vampire to enter a Blood Partner contract
  • “sorry, did you get a chance to read over the contract?” yongguk asked, taking the seat across from you
  • he glanced around before carefully tugging his mask down, revealing an angular, handsome face
  • “yeah,” you nodded, setting the contract down on the table
  • yongguk took a quick sip of his iced lamb blood before nodding
  • “obviously, if there’s anything you’d like to add, feel free to let me know at any time,” he said quickly, cheeks reddening a bit, “this is ah, this is my first time signing a Blood Partner contract, so I’m a bit new to the whole process.”
  • “Really?” you were surprised at that– most civilian vampires had a good amount of experience with Blood Partners, as the newly turned vampires were held in special care due to their unpredictable nature
  • “yes,” yongguk replied a bit shyly, cheeks still a bit pink, “my, ah, circumstances have been a bit strange.”
  • you nodded, not wanting to bother yongguk by pressing any further
  • “so, are you okay to signing the contract?” yongguk asked, producing another copy, along with a very fancy pen
  • “oh, yeah, everything looks chill,” you sent yongguk a tentative smile, still a bit nervous about the whole situation
  • yongguk chuckled at that, scrawling his curling signature on the line before sliding the forms over to you
  • “you know, in all my time on this planet, i don’t think i’ve ever heard someone refer to a legal contract as ‘chill’.”
  • “i guess i’m just that one-of-a-kind,” you said playfully, and yongguk made a noise in the back of his throat, watching thoughtfully as you carefully signed the forms yourself
  • “well,” he said, tucking one of the two contracts into his bag, “i’ll contact you when the first session is needed.”
  • “right,” you nodded, scrambling to do the same, sliding the contract into your backpack and getting to your feet, “thank you for this, by the way.”
  • “thank you,” yongguk replied with a small smile, reaching out to gently shake your hand
  • the cold chill of his hand, coupled with his firm grip, sent a shiver down your spine as he watched you intently as you slung your backpack over your shoulder
  • “would you require me to drive you anywhere?” yongguk inquired, tilting his head
  • “huh?” you looked up at him, and shook your head with a smile, “no, it’s okay. i was going to buy a quick cup of coffee anyways, so i guess I’ll see you around?”
  • a beat passed, and then yongguk quickly nodded his head, cheeks coloring
  • “yes, of course,” he said smoothly, heading towards the door of the cafe, “thank you again, (y/n).”
  • as you stood in line again to buy another cup of coffee, you thought over what had just happened, doing your best to process
  • yongguk didn’t seem like your stereotypical vampire, cold, judgmental and harsh
  • he was quiet, thoughtful, and clearly at least pretended to care about your wellbeing
  • your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the cafe’s TV, which had switched over to the news
  • ‘Breaking News’, the news anchor narrated dramatically, pausing for effect, “Jin Longguo, the official heir to Sangui Corporations, has officially taken a leading position on the Board of Directors, and is expected to take over the company from his father’s hands within a few weeks, despite his young age.”
  • you looked up in mild suprise– jin longguo was a name you’d heard many a time, despite never seeing his face
  • jin longguo was an Ancient, coming from a line of very old vampire families; his family had been the first to develop blood delivery systems to vampire homes, and had made a fortune and a half from their corporation
  • his family was famous throughout the world, and longguo was known for his striking good looks
  • however, most humans had never seen him, as he was unable to show up on tv or camera due to his vampire status
  • “he’s a successful one, that jin longguo,” the barista commented as he slid you your coffee with a smile, “what I would pay to be in his shoes.”
  • “i dunno,” you replied, watching as the anchor spoke about the critics of longguo’s succession, citing his young age and inexperience, “he’s so young, i feel bad that he was the public constantly watching him.”
  • “you know how those vamps are,” the barista said breezily, making you look up at him sharply, “totally unfeeling; it’s not like they give a shit about the world.”
  • “that’s,,,” you began, ready to argue with the barista before you bit your tongue– getting into an argument over politics in a coffee shop would just be dumb. “never mind. thanks for the coffee.”

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i was ready to come here and gush about yoonmin in ep 3 of bon voyage 2. like how they sat next to one another in the van and then how they were walking together on the hiking trail leading the group. then once again by each other in the van sharing looks (i swear jimin prob had his hand on yoongis leg). 

then when they were ordering food yoongi told jimin to say “to go” (always wanting to help him) and jiminie..this cutie remembered to say it(seriously the whole part about him ordering food had me SOFT) and i thought okay ive had enough yoonmin surely the rest of the ep will be dry BUT NO they still sat next to each other after getting their food. and then they went to the rocks yoongi did that thing where he rushes to catch up with jimin…

then THEN they’re talking about goals for the year and jimin wants to sing better and everyone is praising him saying he should release a solo and yoongi min fucking yoongi comes and says “he promised to be in a unit with me” exCUSE me sir?! literally me and jimin had the same reaction “he’s been saying that for 2 years” but like what made him say this like sir, SIR.

guys im not done. then they were eating at the picnic area or something and yoonmin were across from one another and they were going to do the cute bon voyage thing and yoongi was like “jiminie should do it last” before anyone could speak and i - guyyyyysssssssss.

listen you know im not done. but they get to this new house (i didn’t even realize they were going to a new house but okay) they’re just picking roommates and im like wait omfg omfg oMFG and off jin and hobi go and then … THEN we have yoongi and he’s like okay i get a room and then jimin and and AND OMFG they’re roomed together but they’re so CHILL about it. no jumping around just kind of like okay good this is great. (me on the other hand im having a heart attack) 

then they’re in bed together. and they’re facing each other and soft. yoongi is already asleep and there are pillows between them and wine on the night stand (yoongi bought it didn’t he that sly dog) but frfr guys GUYS .. 

they were prob talking about their day even though they were together the whole time and yoongi was trying to stay awake but he was so tired he fell asleep while jimin was talking and before they could get to the wine. and jimin just waits until he can get up and turn off the light and…yoongi is the little spoon okay!

sorry this was long and messy and prob out of order and i might be missing stuff but im emotional and in love with their love and how soft they are for each other and subtle and just beautiful . like i came here ready to talk about one thing then two things but i ended up having so much to say and then yoonmin shared a bed!?! write it down ep 3 is gold. guys i just… wow.


Pairing: Reader x Tom (gender neutral)

Words: 645

A/N: some slight nsfw, but nothing too wild. I hope you guys like it:)

His skin was warm against your finger as you traced the edge of his mouth.

Ever so gently, you leaned in to kiss him.

Tom grumbled, shaking his head a bit. “Go to bed,” he said, opening one eye to peek at you.

A smile spread across your face as you sat up, staring down at him before reaching over to grab your phone. “Can I take a picture of you? There’s something angelic about your morning face.”

“Does my hair look okay?” he asked.

“Not really,” you admitted, and Tom made a face before closing his eyes again.

“I’d much rather you fall back to sleep with me,” his hand reached out for you, but you swatted it away and opened the camera on your phone.

“I will, let me just take a quick photo.”

You took ten from the position you were sitting in now, and then another ten after laying back down beside him.

“Are you done yet?” he groaned, opening his eyes, and right at that moment, you snapped one last picture.

He was staring directly into the camera…directly at you. Those dark eyes of his were hazy with sleep; his garnet-colored lips delicate with life.  

“Beautiful,” you whispered, staring at the photo of his face. Tom leaned forward and took a glance at the picture, then he turned away, digging his face into the pillows. “Don’t be like that,” you told him, setting your phone and prying the pillows away from his face. With nothing to hide him, you were able to look at him as he was: bright with life and beauty. Oh how you wished everyone in the world could experience him as you did.

Tom’s hand came up to your cheek, sliding down until it was behind your neck. Without much force, he willed you down toward him. As your lips met with his, you pressed your right hand against his chest, feeling the hard muscle of his body as you kissed him. He tasted sweet and hot, his tongue a cool contrast as it slid against yours.

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Confessions P2

Summary: Y/N wanted to get to the bottom of things but Peter seems to have other plans..

Requested: No

Word Count: 3.8k+

Note: Here’s part two to the Confession Request!! Some of ya’ll really wanted a part two so heres a part two! Thanks Anon! Lemme know what you guys think! x

Warning(s)?: Oral (M>F, F<M) SMUTTT, Swearing, Arguing, angst. FLUFFFFF

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Part 1


You woke up still feeling tired due to the previous events of yesterday. Once you came home after enduring a awkward stare down between you and Peter, you decided to head straight to your room, to think. You were exhausted but you couldn’t sleep, you were over the moon of course but you also felt guilty with how you left things. You decided it would be best to create a plan on how to approach Peter at school today to talk.

“Your going to be late sweetie! Leaving in 10!” You heard your mother call from down stairs. You shouted out ‘One minute!’ before quickly finishing off getting ready for school. You bounded down the stairs and kissed your mum on the cheek, leaving the house to head to the train station that heads to school.


You decided to go to your locker first, grabbing what you needed for first period before beginning to wander the halls for any signs of Peter. You rounded the corner and managed to see him by his locker, pulling out stuff as well for class. You were about to approach him once you saw his friend Ned beat you to it. You decided to still approach anyways, hoping with his friend there things would be less awkward.

“Hi” You said nervously and stood next to Peter who’s head was in his locker. He immediately tensed and Ned furrowed his eyebrows at his friends strange behaviour.

“…hi” he muttered back, finishing grabbing the things he needs before closing his locker. He turned away from you to face Ned now ignoring you completely. You felt your stomach drop and your heart hurt.

“See you at lunch?” He asks Ned, who was still confused by the whole scenario. He just slowly noded, confused as to why Peter seemed to be ignoring the girl who he’s been friggin in love with since forever. Peter smiled at him before walking away, scratching the back of his head as he felt more than one pair of eyes on him.

“Uhh… what was that about?” Ned asks. You turn to face Ned, making sure the tears that were welling in your eyes weren’t noticeable. You quickly wiped at your face and faked a smile, shaking your head before turning around and walking away to first period yourself.


You tried all day to talk to Peter but he avoided you. He managed to dodge you or excuse himself if ever you approached. You sighed feeling more hurt than the first time he did it and gave up around the fifth try not wanting to bug him anymore. You wanted to say you ere angry with his behaviour and that if he opened his eyes he could see that you loved him too but no, you were too hurt to be angry. You just sighed and walked to your locker, packing your things for the day. You debated whether or not to go over to his apartment, hoping he’ll talk to you there but you didn’t want to just randomly show up.

You didn’t want to seem needy. You shook your head at all these thoughts and continued your journey home.

“How was school?” Your mother asked as you walked through the door. What was she doing home early from work?

“We’re going out for dinner tonight hun so dress nice!” She chirps excitedly, flicking through her magazine as she sat on the lounge. Your mood immediately brightened and a real smile appeared for the first time today, liking the door of leaving the house for a few hours.

“Awesome, where are we going?” You asked happily. She turned to you and smiled, popping the magazine down on the coffee table.

“We’re actually invited over to the Parker’s tonight” At these words your stomach drops again for what feels like the fifth time today. You smile immediately fell off your face. She furrows her eyebrows at you and you start to shake your head.

“Why?” You tried to ask casually.

“Well.. Aunt May called and we’ve been talking about how we haven’t caught up in a while and decided to have a family dinner together” Your mother replied with a smile. You just nod your head going along and faking a smile.

Tonight?” You ask warily. Your mother looks at you weirdly.

“Yeah… that’s what I said… are you okay?” she asks, noticing something was definitely off. You quickly shrugged it off and shook your head forcing on another smile. You turned around and made your way to your room. You went over to your bed and fell on top, really not looking forward to this evening events.


“You almost ready to leave sweety?” Your father calls from downstairs. You starred into your wall length mirror, adjusting the dress around your waist slightly, grabbing a light cardigan to wrap around yourself.

You looked at your reflection one more time before responding.

“Yup!” You called just as you shut the door to your room. You hopped down the stairs and decide to pull on a smile. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad thing, your family was going to be there and maybe you could ask to talk to Peter quietly and him being polite and awkward wouldn’t decline in front of everyone.

“Let’s go!” Your mother calls out as she walks down the stairs and towards the front door. You held your phone tightly in your hand, your nerves beginning to build for how this dinner was going to pan out. You all hoped into the car, making your way over to the Parker’s.

You guys had arrived 5 minutes later, parking your car underground before getting over to the elevator, taking it up to their floor. You walked over to the apartment where your Dad softly knocked on the door. The door swung open revealing a very happy May, pulling your mum in for a hug soon followed by your dad. Your eyes skimmed past her in hopes of seeing Peter but… nothing.

“How is it you get even more beautiful with each visit?” May questions sweetly before pulling you in for a hug. You hug back and thank her, complimenting her on her wonderful outfit. She moved out of the way and made way for you guys to enter the apartment.

“Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes… Y/N?” Aunt May says turning to face you.

“Can you go let Peter know?” she asks, almost too sweetly. She smirks causing your eyes to widen slightly.

Uhh…okay” You stutter out, turning around to make your way towards Peter’s room. Immediately images from your last visit started replaying in your head, you couldn’t help but to let out a small smile at your thoughts. With each step you took the more nervous you grew. You arrived at his door and slightly knocked.

“Yeah I’ll be out in a minute May!” you could hear his voice call from the other side of the door. You couldn’t help but to smile when you heard his voice. You sighed.

“It’s Y/N… can I come in?” You asked, nerves evident in your tone. You didn’t hear anything on the other side of the door, only saw the door open slightly. You lightly pushed on the door causing it to open further. You stepped in and turned around once you were in the room, closing the door shut behind you. You started planning the words you were going to say to him as you did this, beginning to turn back round.

Your mouth parted slightly once you saw Peter… shirtless.

You couldn’t help but to let your eyes wander over his toned chest.. his defined stomach that were now sporting abs all the way down to his devloping v line. You felt the room grow slightly warmer. You lost all train of thought, your mind to preoccupied with the greek god standing in front of you. You knew he was lean but you never thought he was.. ripped. And honestly it made you drool.

He reached for his sweater and pulled it over his head, your eyes losing sight of the perfect view. Holy hell you need to get a grip.

“Sorry I was in the middle of changing” He apologises, his voice getting slightly huskier as he just now looked down at your outfit. You were in the most gorgeous dress he had ever seen. He couldn’t help but to let his own eyes rake over your body, noticing how the curvy girl in front of him was wearing a dress that defined them perfectly.

“We should probably get going” He says, finally breaking the awkward silence that hung in the air. He made his way over to you, as you were still in front of the door. He reached behind you to open it slightly, you beginning to move out of the way. Without realising your hand lightly brushed his causing your breathing to hitch and tingles to shoot through your hand at the contact.

You began to crave more of his touch.

You placed your hand against his covered stomach, slowly beginning to trail your hand upwards towards his neck, leaning in closer without realising. Peter would be lying if he said he wanted nothing more then to let you continue but he didn’t. He grabbed your hand in his to stop yours from going any further. He noticed you were in a trance, glancing up towards, your mouth slightly parted.

“Don’t” He tried to say sternly, his voice slightly beginning to tremble with want. You looked down to his chest stepping closer, your feet moving on their own accord. You glanced back up.

Why…” you whispered out, feeling his grip on your hand begin to loosen. it was almost like you were getting addicted to him, like he was your new favourite drug and you needed more.

“Because I can’t control myself around you..” At these words spoke you felt you heart melt. He quickly moved past you, instantly losing his contact missing it. You shook your head and snapped yourself out of your trance, willing your heart beat to slow down.

Great, bad enough that the dinner is going to be awkward with your family and his aunt all together… now you also had the urge to run up and kiss him.

This was beginning to become a very long night.

~During dinner

Your parents and Aunt May chatted away happily, discussing the latest gossip and some work stuff. You tuned them out, playing around with you leftover food that was on your plate. You could feel a pair of eyes on you the entire time, you glanced up through your hair to notice it was Peter who was sitting opposite from you at the table. He watched as you spun your fork around the left over spaghetti, biting your lips occasionally secretly driving him crazy.

“Why don’t you guys head into your room for a bit while I finish preparing the dessert, just make sure to leave the door open” Aunt May suggests, your parents agreeing to the idea, already hoping over to the topic of work again as May began collecting the plates and walking into the kitchen. You glanced up nervously to see Peter’s reaction and it startled you… he was giving you the cold shoulder.

He got up out of his chair and made his way into his bedroom, without wanting to cause suspicion you got up and left as well, following him down the hallway. To say the dinner was tense between you two would be an understatement. Unknown to you was he could hear your heart beat throughout the entire thing, noticing how every time you caught her glancing at you it quickened.

He opened the door and walked in making his way into the middle of the room, You walked in and did as May had asked, left the door open. You turned around to face Peter to see him beginning to pace the room, rubbing his eyes.

You looked at him slightly worried.

“Are you okay?” You asked. That was it. He stopped pacing and looked up to you. He listened into your heart beat as it began to race the more he just stared at her. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

“Fuck…” He muttered underneath his breath. You were more than confused in this moment and debated whether or not to approach him and decided against it, thinking it was probably a bad idea to do that. You thought now was a better time then never to begin to talk.

“Peter..” You trailed off, trying to get his attention.

“Peter” This time you got his attention and he looked up at you.

“Look… can we talk?” you asked, your nerves returning. He shook his head and looked up towards the ceiling. He shook his head one last time and walked over towards you, leaning past you to close the door.

“No” He says, his voice not wavering a bit. Okay now you were beginning to get angry.

“No? What the fuck do you mean No?” You began angrily, making sure you were only loud enough for him to hear you. He looked taken aback. He glanced up at you in surprise at your sudden outburst. That was it, it was time Peter started listening and he needed to listen now.

“You know what? Fuck you! What the fuck do you think your doing!” You began angrily, pointing a finger to his chest, walking towards him, him taking steps back.

“I haven’t done anything fucking wrong so I don’t deserve to be treated like shit!” You had just realised that tears were beginning to well up in your eyes. You angrily wiped them away, needing to finish off your rant.

“Your the one who’s pushing me away! Your the one who’s acting like a complete asshole and I am sick of it! I’ve tried talking to you all day to apologise than thought why the fuck should I apologise, I ain’t sorry for anything! And you know what Peter, I’m not sorry. Not one fucking bit. Your the one who should be fucking sorry!” You finished off angrily, noticing how you were only mere inches from Peter. You were too angry to care at the moment.

Cause why the fuck should I be sorry that I’m in love with you!” You let out angrily, not realising what you had just said till it was too late. Your face began to drop as he kept his eye contact with yours, his eyes beginning to soften at the confession. You covered your mouth, still not believing the words had escaped. You always had no filter when you were angry.

You eyes glanced down towards his lips. Fuck it.

You reached forward and grabbed his face, bringing his lips down on top of yours, you felt you skin grow hot and your heart begin to race. He began to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, moving his lips against yours. You reached your hands to the back of his head and into his hair, tugging slightly for him to release a moan. You took advantage of his mouth being slightly open and slipped your tongue through, your mouth conveying emotions you could never put into words. He picked up on it and returned the kiss with just as much passion, pulling you forwards with him as he walked backwards.

You pulled away out of breath, your mouth still tingling from the kiss me.

“I need you” You whispered against his lips causing his eyes begin to darken with lust. He just recaptured your lips with his and pulled you closer, him beginning to sit down on the edge of his bed, pulling you onto his lap not breaking the kiss. He began to deepen the kiss, making your insides begin to churn with want. He grabbed ahold of your waist and flipped you over so that now you were the one sitting down. He pushed you down gently to lay down across his beds as he climbed over you, reattaching his lips to yours. You put your back into his hair, beginning to tug harder feeling his bulge begin to rub your inner thigh.

You let out a soft moan. He stopped, now facing you with a cheeky smile.

“You have to be quite princess” He says, reaching one of his hands down to grip your ass causing another breathless moan to fall from your lips. You had enough of his teasing so you decided it was your turn. You reached for the bottom of his sweatshirt, beginning to tug it over his body. He broke away and pulled it off leaving him shirtless above you. You wanted to enjoy this moment but foreplay would have to wait, you needed him too much. You began trailing kisses down his neck and his chest, making your way down his stomach. He kept his balance above you as you worked lower and lower, you hands removing the belt from his jeans. His eyes closed as he felt himself harden even more, feeling your hand brush over him through the layers of fabric.

“Princess you don’t have to…” He trailed off, though the want in his voice clearly telling you another story. He wanted your mouth wrapped around him so bad but he wasn’t going to ask, causing your arousal to grow even more. You ignore him and began to pull down his jeans along with his boxers, letting his erection spring free from there confinements.

“I really want too” you whispered huskily, staring in aww at his size. You slowly brought your lips to his tip, kissing it softly causing a soft moan to fall from his lips. You went to the base and kitten licked upwards causing it to twitch against your tongue. Another throaty moan left his mouth. You stopped your movements.

“Remember… quiet Parker” You taunt back, not giving him any time to prepare as you wrapped your mouth around him, beginning to pull him further into your mouth. His eyes clenched shut, immediately loving the feel of your mouth on him. He used every ounce of self control not to begin fucking your mouth, wanting this moment to last for as long as possible. You could only go three quarters down his shaft, you used your hand to reach the rest and pump as you began to bob your head against him.

'Fuck… that’s is baby, just like that“ He moaned just loud enough for you to hear. You continue moving your mouth, now adding your tongue to increase his amount of pleasure. You pressed it against him and certain point almost making him see stars. A few more pumps of your mouth and his member begin to twitch, letting you know h was close. He stopped you, his hand cupping your face pulling you back up.

I need to finish inside you’’ He says, bringing his mouth down to yours. He could taste himself against your lips causing you to moan. His hand reached out to his bedside table, fumbling around for a condom. Your hands made there way to the hem of your dress dragging up towards your stomach. He handed the condom over to you and you held it in your hand. He began to move down your chest and your stomach, reaching your thighs. You rolled your head back, wanting at the place you’ve been needing his tongue for ages. He reached for your panties and began to drag them down, lifting your hips to get them down and over your thighs. He licked his lips at the sight of your arousal. He started at your knee, beginning to make a trail of kisses on your inner thigh. You whined.

“No foreplay tonight I need you, now” You commanded. he found it hot the way you commanded him so requested your demand. Finally reaching his lips to your other lips. He poked his tongue in so far, tasting you that you thought you were going to cum then and there. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his mouth began working against you, nipping lightly at your clit here and there enjoying the way you were shaking under his control. He began to make figure eights with his tongue around your clit causing you to grind your hips into his face and your hands to tightened in his hair, pushing his face further in you.

Peter...” You moaned under your breath, already feeling your stomach begin to form knots. You were so close to your realese so you tugged on his hair for him to come back up. He ignored you, finding to much pleasure at how close you were all because of his tongue. If anything he went faster and harder, hitting spots he hadn’t hit before. You kept trying to pull him away as you felt your bundle of nerves begin to form.

Fuck… I-i-m close Peter… Stop” You whimpered, just feeling the beginning of your orgasm coming over. Once it intensified you gave up on pulling him away and instead pulled him closer, making him collect all your cum in his mouth. You grinded against his face, you moaning his name breathlessly as you came undone.

Fuck yes… that’s it baby” You encouraged him as he leapt up all your juice hungrily, riding out your orgasm for as long as possible. Once you had came down from your high he removed his lips, wiping his arm across his face to remove some of the cum off of his face. You opened your eyes and looked at him, not believing how amazing you were feeling in this moment. You peeled the wrapper off and reached to pull closer to you and attached your lips back to his. Your hands fumbled with the condom as you began to roll it over his length, him moaning into your mouth as you did it slowly.

'Fuck you princess“ He moans into your mouth knowing what you were doing which was driving him crazy.

Exactly what I had in mind“ You said as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, allowing him to move more comfortable inbetween you. He found his position and alined himself up with your open. You could feel his tip at your entrance and you let out a moan. He stilled his movements.

’'Are you sure about this?” He asks. You couldn’t help but to feel your heart leap at his words. You nod your head and pulled him down for a very slow and passionate kiss.

Beyond sure” you replied feeling over the moon.


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A/N: Ya’ll need some holy water after this shittt omgggg

Hotter Than The Pizza - Smut

Originally posted by jugheadjones

Author: @writing-obrien and @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dave Hodgman/Reader
Words: 5,504
AN: This fic was going to just be Chloe’s but then I jumped in to help her and it became a collab. You’re welcome. There’s just not enough Hodgman stories in the world.  Contains masturbation (both), Oral (female receiving), ‘Skype Sex’, inspired by Chloe’s truly embarrassing events at a pizza restaurant, except hers didn’t end this well. 

She couldn’t really be counted as the ‘new’ waitress anymore, seeing as she’d worked there for four months now. But in those four months business had spiked. People just adored her service.

Parents admired how well she treated the children.

Kids loved when she brought over crayons and drawings she’d printed herself.

Staff took advantage of the fact that she did many tables at once, leaving them to stand idle and chat while still getting the wages.

Teenage girls relished in the times that she would make chat and give advice on everything from lipstick shades to what has the most or few calories in.

Teenage boys simply came for the skirt that she wore showed just enough to tease without being slutty, her legs on show and her top fitted, pens lined along her top pocket.

Dave, however, had entirely different reasons for being here. He loved how her smile lit up when she was left a good tip on a bill. He loved how her hair fell perfectly around her face when she would let it down after shutting hours, cleaning the tables and singing her heart out to the music blasting. He loved that she worked overtime at the little shop, so that he could casually swing back and say hi.

He loved her.

He also hated that he was so sentimental about it and he couldn’t just think like the rest of the male population thought about her. Which he hated too.

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Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 4/?)

NOTE: Okay, first of all I apologize it took forever to write this. Second of all I apologize for this being hot mess. I changed the sex part like six times and it’s still not how I wanted it to be. I read it like four times to make sure there aren’t any misspellings but I probably missed some.

PART 1     PART 2    PART 3

“Your place or mine?”, I heard whisper in my ear as I was packing my stuff after the game.

“So you did not forget?”, I asked.

“Hey, Y/N, we made a bet, remem…”, he stopped cause few people wanted to high five him.

He was indeed the star of today’s game. For the first time I saw him not with his typical cocky grin, but with sincere smile, full of joy, and because it wasn’t everyday view I stared at him for a little bit.

“So, how about…”, he started but again someone interrupted.

“Good game, Monty”, some girl stood next to us and literally done hair flip. I rolled my eyes and went back to packing, when she put her hand on Montgomery’s arm. “See you at Bryce’s party tonight?”

“Sure”, he said and eyed her up and down as she walked away.

“I think you don’t have to worry about getting laid for another month”, I said standing next to him.

“I knooow”, he bit his lower lip. “Don’t think it’ll make me forget about our bet. See you at Bryce’s?”

“Umm, no actually. It would be party third week in the row, my mum wouldn’t be too happy about that”

“What about…”, he started protesting.

“I said you gonna get third base”, I said moving closer to him, so no one could hear us, “I didn’t say it’s gonna be tonight.”

“Wait, what?”

“Bye, Monty”, I waved at him as I was walking away.

20 minutes later I was in home. My parents went to the restaurant with Jeff’s parents, as our mums are best friends, but mum still made me pancakes. I took plate and fork, pour some milk to the glass and went to the living room to eat dinner in front of tv. I finished eating, was watching tv, still in my cheerleader suit, when my parent came back.

“Oh, honey, you’re here”, my mum said, she was in very giggly mood.

“I’m your only child, what did you expect?”.

“You’re not going to the party?”, she asked. “Jeff called, he said the game was amazing, they won and that there is party at Bryce’s house”

“Yes, game was great, they won and yes, there is a party, but I’m not coming. Is she drunk?”, I asked my dad.

“What do you mean you’re not coming?”, mum didn’t give him a chance to response.

“Cause, it would be third week in a row? Wouldn’t you be mad at me partying every week?”, I looked at her suspiciously.

“Whaaat? No, go to the party, have fun, show some team spirit”, dad said and punched my arm.

I stared at them for few seconds.

“Oh my God, you’re both drunk!”, I stood up from the couch.

Instead of answering they started getting very touchy.

“Sweetie, you’re going to the party or not? Me and dad can spend one evening alone, don’t you think?”.

“Are you going to… bang?”

They started giggling again.

“Okay, you know what, I’ll go to the party, cause I’m afraid otherwise you’ll have to send me for psychotherapy, just please give me 30 minutes before you start doing another baby”, I said as I went upstairs.

I took a quick shower, made my make up again, did my hair in half bun using hella a lot of dry shampoo and put on some dress and white low converse. I was about to leave, but came back to my wardrobe, and changed my underwear for matching black lacy one.

I came down stairs and went to the door, covering side of my face so I wouldn’t accidentally see what is happening in living room.

“I’m leaving, please don’t do this in my bedroom! Bye”, I said as I grabbed my car keys.

“Someone has to!”, my dad shouted after me when I was closing the door.

“I think I’m gonna throw up”, I mumbled and went to the car.

20 minutes later I parked at Bryce’s driveway, or more on the lawn, cause there were a lot of cars.

One deep breath and I got inside, looking around for any friendly faces.

“Y/N! You came!”, Jessica, already drunk - shocking, threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

“Yeah, my mum kinda kicked me out of the house for the night”, I chuckled.

“Well, hello, jelly shot?”, Justin came up to us.

“No, thanks, I’m driving”, I shrugged my arms.

“Whaaaat? Girl, you’re killing the party!”, Foley moaned.

“I think I’m gonna live with that”, I patted his arm.

“Y/N, you’re here?”, Jeff gave me bear hug from behind.

“Your parents”, I turned around to face him and pointed at him, “are never going out with my parents again”.

“Why? What happened?”, he asked amused.

“My parents came home wasted and right now they’re probably making another baby.”

“Booo, you’re jealous because your parents have sex life and you don’t”, Justin put his arm around me. “Don’t worry, babe, we’re gonna find you someone to bang”, he started looking around.

“Jess, aren’t you gonna react at your boyfriend’s arm around me?”, I asked.

“No”, she snorted. “You know each other since kindergarten and you’re my friend”.

“Right, but still, this goes here”, I took Justin’s hand and put it on Jessica’s ass. “And I go for something to drink”, I pointed at the kitchen.

“Pour some alcohol in there, you can leave your car here!”, Justin shouted to me.

I went to the kitchen and surprise, surprise, Montgomery was there pouring himself some drink.

“Hey”, I stood next to him.

“Well, looks who’s here”, he smiled. “I knew you would come, you thirsty babygirl”

“Are you drunk? Cause I’m too sober for your weird, specific pick up lines”, I looked at him disgusted.

“Not that much drunk, just in the good mood. You want something?”

“Just coke, I’m driving.”

“Boooooring”, he said while pouring coke to the red cup. “By the way, I’m gonna keep my third base with you for another day, because I made new female friend today“.

I looked around and saw girl across the room, smiling at Monty even though he wasn’t looking at her.

“It’s ok”, I said taking my drink from him. “Me and my matching underwar will find another company”.

He freezed for a moment.

“What did you say?”, he asked.

“What?”, I looked at him innocently.

“The.. The thing about underwear”, he started stuttering.

“Matching. Underwear”, I said clearly. “Yeah, it’s all black and lacy, all because of that dress, you could see every line through it if I wear something different”, I was obviously lying, no lines were visible through that dress.

Didn’t really matter cause he already wasn’t listening to me, just looking at like he wanted to undress me with his vision.

“Have fun with your new friend, bye”, I waved in front of his face and walked away.

I spent next hour walking around, talking to people, glancing at Monty from across the room and walking away as soon as he started going towards me. But I couldn’t hide when he came up to me with Bryce, Zach and Justin.

“We need to ask you for a favour”, they said.

“I’m listening”, I crossed my arms at my chest.

“We need Monty’s shisha”.

“What it has to do with me, I don’t have it”, I looked at them confused.

“We know, silly”, Justin ruffled my hair. “It’s at Monty’s house.Will you please drive him, so he can take it?”

“Please”, they said at the same time.

“Whatever, I can go”, I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Monty”.

We went to the car, he didn’t say anything until we got inside.

“You know where to drive?”, he asked.

“I was at your birthday last year, I know were you live”, I said withdrowing from the driveway.

“Right, you were”, he nodded his head.

“So how’s your new friends?”, I asked.

“She’s okay”, he slowly nodded his head again. “Nothing to brag about, but nothing to be too embarrassed either.”

“Wow, you’re nice”.

I pulled up my dress a little higher when I was scratching my thigh and, on purpose or not, didn’t pull it down after I was down.

“Something itches?”, Monty glanced at my leg. “You know, I’m a great scratcher”.

“Oh I bet you are, but I’m good, thanks”, I patted his leg.

“You enjoy it, don’t you?”, he asked. “Teasing, innuendos…”

“I do innuendos with everyone since I was like fourteen”, I interrupted him.

“Understatements, smirking, glances”, he continued. “You like it”

“I already told you. There might be some tension between us, but you know, it’s that age, hormones and everything, doesn’t mean anything", I said avoiding looking in his direction.

“No, no, no. I want you to admit that you like it”.

“Fine, I like it!”, I admitted not only to him, but also to myself. There was no point in lying. “It’s just… It’s about you”.

“Keep going”, he encouraged me to talking.

“You’re a bully. And an asshole. And a dick sometimes. And I just… I don’t see myself with someone like you. No offence”.

“Jesus, woman”, he rolled his eyes. “I’m not a relationship type. I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m just offering you some fun from time to time.”

“And how exactly would this work?”, I asked. “If I said ‘yes’, I’m not saying, but if I would”.

“Then we’d meet and have sex once in a while. That’s what friends with benefit do”.

I nodded my head without saying anything.

“We’re not really friends, Monty”, I rippled my nose after like a minute. “I mean we sure know each other for I don’t know how many years, but we just hang out with the same people”.

“Does ‘fuck buddies’ describe it better for you?”, he sighed.

“I’m not really hook up type of girl”, I could see he was fed up with all my questions but it definitely didn’t make me wanna stop.

He closed his eyes and grabbed bridge of his nose. “You’re killing me”, he mumbled.

“Thank you! You’re the second person today, who told me that!”, I said with a smile as I stopped car on his driveway. “Okay, go and take what you need”.

“Come on, you’re not gonna sit alone in a car”, he said and got out of the vehicle.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait”, I said bit louder, so he could hear me while he was walking around the car.  “It’s very dark inside”, I noticed no lights inside were on.

“My parents are out of town, there’s nobody inside”, he said and opened my door.

I sighed as I gave up and left the car. I followed him, Monty took the keys out of his pocket and opened the door.

“I’ll be right back”, he said as he turned on the light and went upstairs.

I looked around and saw plenty of photos of Monty all over the place - on the walls, on cabinet, on shelves, above the fireplace. The place was very pretty, it was visible that Monty’s parents have a lot of money, but it still looked cosy.

I realised I felt weird feeling of anticipation in my stomach, probably caused by the fact that lately Montgomery tried to put his hands all over me everytime we were alone and I was actually curious if he’s gonna try this time too.

“Got it!”, he said running down the stairs.

“I was wondering…”, I started and tilted my head to one side. “About this whole fuck  buddies thing…”

“Yeah?”, typical smirk showed up on Monty’s face.

“If we both said ‘yes’ to this, you should know a few things”, I walked by him and went to the kitchen.

“Such as?”, he asked as he leaned  on the wall.

“Well, first of all, it must, stay a secret, we both have reputation, right?”

“Right”, he nodded in agreement not taking his eyes off of me.

“Second”, I said as I sat on the kitchen counter, “I’m not into any weird kinks”.

“Yet to be discovered”, he was slowly taking step after step towards me.

“No hickeys. At least in visible places”.

“I will try my best”, at this point he was standing in front of me, with his hand on my sides.

“I usually don’t wear matching lacy underwear”, he was so close, that I could only look at his lips.

“We don’t even know yet if I like you in lacy underwear”, his hands started rubbing my thighs up and down.

“Are you gonna check if you like it?”, I wrapped my hands around his neck.

“I think I’m again gonna have to make you shut up”, he spreaded my legs and got between them.

“Yes, please”, I said as I pulled his lips to mine. 

Monty’s kisses always were raw, rough, deep with lots of tongue action. There were no place for sweet, innocent kisses because that’s how affection is made and we do not want this. His hand on the back of my neck, his lips were moving sloppily down my jaw.

“One more thing”, I whispered.

“What?”, he said still kissing my neck.

“I’m a sucker for those neck kisses”.

“Yeah, I figured last time”, I could feel smile on his lips against my skin.

I tangled my fingers into his hair while his hands were going all over my back. I wrapped my legs around him and pull myself closer. He grabbed me by the back of my thighs, pulled up a little bit and started walking to the stairs.

“We’re moving this party upstairs”, his hands went higher to my ass. He was slowly carrying me upstairs, kissing for the whole time, while I was pushing my upperbody to him just in case I could get even closer. Finally we got into his room, he closed the door with a kick, turned and pinched me against them.

“Now I’m gonna examine your underwear”, he started pulling up my dress.

“Zipper”, I mumbled under my breath.

Monty took two steps back, put me on the floor, his hands were all over my back again.

“Where the fuck is this shit?”, he turned me to see my back.

“On the left”, I giggled slightly. He unzipped me while kissing my neck.

“It’s very pretty dress, but we don’t need”, he threw it somewhere.

He sat on the bed and I sat on his lap. Monty gently took my hair away from my face and and looked at me up and down.

“It’s really, really nice underwear, but you won’t need in a moment either”, he said kissing my neck.

“It’s really nice shirt”, my hands went down his abs, “ but you definitely don’t need it. Take it off”, I said as a leaned back a little bit, placing my hands on his knees for a support.

He took his shirt off and threw it somewhere near bed, for the whole time he was looking at me with hungry eyes. He grabbed my ass, laid me on my back on his bed. He was hovering over me.

“You want this?”, he asked and sounded tiny bit concerned.

“Monty”, I snorted. “I’m lying under you wearing nothing but my lacy underwear, I think it’s pretty clear”, I said as I was touching his arm.

“I mean… You don’t do this because you feel pushed with all my talk and everything?”

As much as I liked new, caring side of Monty, I didn’t wanna see it that time.

“Can you just shut the fuck up?”, I asked and pulled him closer by his neck.

“Actually… I can’t”, he mumbled between kisses. “Cause this time, we’re doing this shit loud”.

“Fuck”, I mouthed as his kisses were going down my neck, between my breasts and down my stomach.

“Monty?”, I asked to make him a little disctracted.

“Yeah?”, he looked up.

“It’s your third base, why don’t you just enjoy the time?”

I used all my strength, and let’s say I didn’t need much, cause he didn’t really resist, and turned as around so now I was on top. I kissed his lips, his jaw, neck and went down and down whole his hands were all over my body. When my kisses reached his pants I looked up to see his face, eyes closed and biting bottom lip. I pulled up making sure my ass rubbed his thighs very precisesly. I sat on his bulge and make a few circles with my hips, his fingers clenched on me. I pulled myself up a little bit and started unbelting and unzipping his pants painfully slow. As soon as I started bringing them down, Monty quickly kicked them off. I started rubbing inside of his thighs, gently kissed his length through the boxers, I could feel shiver that went down his body.

“Fuck”, he mumbled.

I started kissing his abs, sucked on his collarbone. Suddenly he sat up, put his hand at the back of my neck and left sloppy kiss on my lips.

“I like your pregame, but we don’t really have time for this”, he turned us around and again I was laying on my back and Monty was above me. He kisses me down my neck, started massaging my breasts. “They are beautiful”, he said while leaving kisses on each of them. His kisses went down, he started kissing me through my panties.

“Oh my God”, I moaned.

“I know you like it, I can feel it”, he said while leaving kisses on the inside of my thighs.

“Come here”, I grabbed his neck and pulled him up so he could kiss my lips while I could reach his boxers and slide them down. I put my hand on him and pumped it up and down.

“Fuck, Y/N”, he moaned with his lips at my neck.

His hand reached the nightstand next to bed and took condom. He ripped the wrapping with his teeth and put it on.

“Now I’m going to fuck you”, he said while slowly sliding into me. “And I want to hear you moan.”

I wrapped my legs around his hips, Monty started thrusting into me, first slowly, getting faster and faster.

“God, you feel so good”, he groaned.

I was a groaning mess under him, my hands were scratching all over his back. One of Monty’s hands was squizzing my breast for the whole time, his lips were kissing my neck. Everything felt so good, I bit and sucked his shoulder.

“Monty”, I put my lips to his ear. “Go deeper”.

He quickly grabbed one of my legs and put it over his shoulder.

“Fuck, babe”, he moaned under his heavy breath and started pounding faster.

One of my hands squizzed the sheets, while the second one was tangled in his hair.

“Mont, I’m… fuck…”, I couldn’t even finish a sentence, instead I digged my nails in his back.

Monty put my second leg on his shoulder and that’s when I lost it.

“Babe…”, he moaned.

Unlike Jessica’s bathroom last time, room was full of our heavy breaths and loud moans. I was on the edge, threw my head back with Monty’s name on my lips, my whole body started shaking. I clenched my Kegel muscles, the same moment Monty grabbed bedhead and came undone. Heavy breathing gently took my legs and placed them down, then collapsed next to me.

“You’re amazing”, Monty said trying to calm down his breath.

“You are too”, I whispered. “What time is it?”, I asked as I looked at my watch. “We probably should go”.

We got up, got dressed again, I went to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror, fixed my hair and went downstairs where Monty was already waiting for me.

“Okay, I agree”, I said as I grabbed my car keys and walked by him.

“Do you agree for what I think you agree?”, he asked excited while locking door. “You’ll finally have some fun.”

“Just try to not fall in love with me”, I laughed as I was getting in the car.

Party Guy

Request: Hey! Can I please request an AU with Jensen where he absolutely despises Halloween? And he hires the reader who’s an event planner to throw a Halloween party at his house. He suffers through the planning because otherwise she won’t give him the time of day. Eventually the reader suspects something and he has to come clean :)

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 2,000ish

Warnings: language

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We need to talk about Jaime

Okay, Game of Thrones. I gave you all season to convince me, and here we are.

All of Jaime Lannister’s story in Season 7 was complete and utter bullshit.

You cannot convince me or anyone else who read A Song of Ice and Fire that Jaime wouldn’t leave Cersei immediately for using WILDFIRE to blow up a big chunk of King’s Landing, the very thing he sacrificed his honor and reputation to prevent 17 years ago. In the books he has ALREADY left Cersei for far less! And what makes me truly angry is you didn’t even try to convince me. You just left him there, continuing to support Cersei without exploring the reasons why. Because you wanted to get one more season of Jaime with Cersei even though it makes no goddamn sense. Yes, he left Cersei in the finale, but only after seven episodes of inexplicably doing her bidding. 

Show, you know very well you have an extremely talented actor playing Jaime and you counted on him to carry this for you. You gave Jaime no motivation and no chance to explain himself, and left Nikolaj Coster Waldau to sell this for you. And to be fair, he sold the hell out of it! Give the man an Emmy for the sheer amount of WORK he had to put in to find some kind of consistent character in all this mess! 

But GOT, for whatever reason you didn’t want to do the work required to write this storyline. The scripts gave us no insight into Jaime whatsoever and you gave one of your best actors little to nothing to work with. You had Jaime in scenes with Cersei, Bronn, Olenna, Tyrion, and even Brienne and you never once had a coherent explanation for whatever he’s been going through, which viewers had to pretty much imagine for themselves because you didn’t bother to write one. Nik invested his scenes with a lot of emotion and pain and depth that he had to act entirely alone because they wouldn’t let Jaime TALK to anybody. He kind of makes it work, but the writing pretty much hung him out to dry. 

GOT, you really stopped writing a personality for Jaime years ago and what you made him do in Season 7 could have destroyed the character. If you had just offered some kind of explanation, explicitly, for why he would both stand by Cersei and hate everything she was doing at the same time, you might have been able to salvage this. But even in his last scene, it was hard to understand his motives - why now? why not before? why is this the last straw when Tommen wasn’t? I can come up with reasons why it played this way that the show never bothered to mention, but why the hell didn’t you mention it? I don’t know if you couldn’t find a way to fit it all in or just handwaved that you needed to keep Jaime in King’s Landing because you needed another Finale surprise or you didn’t know what else to do with him so he had to stay in holding pattern yet another season. Maybe you just didn’t bother thinking about it too hard because Jaime’s not a priority to you on this show. But I’m really pissed off about it. Jaime is one of my favorite characters in the books and he is nowhere to be found on Game of Thrones. What a waste.

And let’s talk about Brienne for a minute, while we’re talking about doing the work. How did you get Brienne from “oaths and honor” to “fuck loyalty”? I can think of ways to do it, the fans can headcanon how she got there, but you never actually put the character through that process. You just kind of dumped her there and let Gwendoline Christie do her thing to make it convincing. It’s so fucking infuriating because Brienne has an ACTUAL STORY ARC in the books that could convincingly sell that characterization, but you skipped the actual story to make her say the line you needed! Meanwhile Brienne got about 5 lines of dialogue this entire season and mostly propped up the scenery in other characters storylines. What a waste. What an absolute waste.

The fact is you have two incredibly talented actors with great chemistry together who are completely wasted on this show, because the writers are fucking lazy. They don’t do character work anymore, they are just steering us from one spectacle to another. And I think in the case of Jaime and Brienne they KNOW the actors are good and that the viewers love them together and they count on that to carry things that the writers didn’t devote any effort to. The only exchange we got between Jaime and Brienne in Episode 7 was a travesty, writing-wise. Nik and Gwen made it work because they’re that fucking good, but show, I’m gonna need you to give them some ACTUAL MATERIAL that wasn’t written in crayon on a cocktail napkin ten minutes before shooting, okay? 

We have six episodes left, and I want you to prioritize getting this right. Maybe you don’t care about the book readers and our hopes for the show, but if you actually love the books, you owe it to them to fix this. What makes ASOIAF great is the characters, dammit. If you don’t know what to do with Jaime Lannister, for the love of god go ask George R. R. Martin. For real. Because you’ve got a lot of work to do.

edited to add: a follow-up question on the topic

3 Billion Dollars [Part 7] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by s-tttop

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Just swearing for this one

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15} {part 16} {part 17} {part 18} {part 19} {part 20} {part 21} {part 22} {part 23}

A/N: SORRY! I always seem to post my work at like 10 at night. Well, here you go! This one is more fluff and not as eventful as others are, but the next one shit happens.

~ Admin Brooklyn


You looked at Mr. Kwon with confusion. He looked at you expectantly. You sat up on your bed, crossing your legs. Ji’s cat, Ai, quickly moved from off your side and onto your lap. Ai curled up in between your legs. Ai looked at Mr. Kwon with a sideways glance before settling into his new spot.

“Princess, I don’t have all day, and you know I won’t beg.” He seemed so casual. It always sent chills down your spine. You started to wonder if Ji Yong does it too.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise, but you might want to change out of those shorts.” You looked down at your legs. Your shorts stopped at the bottom of your butt. Mr. Kwon smiled, although it was anything but comforting. “In this community who knows what people would do to you in those pants.”

You got up quickly, not wanting to irritate him. Ai gives you a look before curling up in a ball where you sat. Mr. Kwon smiled at you and then left the room. The boys follow behind him leaving you alone with Ai. You quickly went to your closet, which now has clothes hung and folded in it. You quickly put on a pair of leggings and leave the room. Mr. Kwon waited outside, both Seunghyun’s waiting as well.

“Let’s get going. I’m sure you have other plans for today.” You looked at Mr. Kwon confused, but he had already started walking. You followed him, both Seunghyun’s behind you on either side of you. Once again as you get further from your room, you start to hear people talking. Again as you walk through the living room and hallways you pass people, but this time it was different. Everybody moved and made a path for Mr. Kwon and his guests. They parted like the Red Sea, giving their leader a clear path. Once again you got looks. Although they were the same if not harsher looks compared to last time. Some people glared as you walk pass them, other gave you sympathetic looks.

“So, are you enjoying your stay?” Mr. Kwon asked. Everything always seemed so casual when he did it. Although you knew how cunning he can be, which always lead for you to have your guard up when you’re around him.

“I guess. A little lonely.” You admitted. Mr. Kwon looked down at you, nodding his head.

“I can understand that, especially in your predicament.” You nodded your head at your words. “You do have friends here, though. And I know my Ji Yong will do anything for you.”

“Yeah, I’m not exactly happy with him.” Mr. Kwon chuckled. Honestly, you knew about all the things Mr. Kwon could do to ruin your life, but he wasn’t always the bad guy. Mr. Kwon nodded his head. He continued to lead you down another hallway, the mass of people disappearing.

“I also can understand that. Trust me when I say that Ji Yong isn’t the easiest kid to raise.” Mr. Kwon said, a smile on his face. You laugh and you hear both Seunghyun’s snicker behind you. “Don’t tell him I said that though. That includes you, boys, too.”

“I won’t. I promise.” Mr. Kwon gave you a smile, one that you didn’t feel like had an alternative motive. You gave him a smile in return. Mr. Kwon stopped in front of a door and opening it for you.

“Here you go princess,” Mr. Kwon said, putting a hand on your back leading you inside. The room was long length wise. Nobody else was in there, just you four. There was a long desk that went across the room, with big dividers that broke the room into sections.

“Princess, we are going to teach you how to defend yourself.”

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haberdashing  asked:

While the most obvious True Name to protect is a student's own, it's worth thinking about how they must be careful with others' as well. Students telling tales about their old high school friends would be best off using false names there as well, lest those same friends decide to pay campus a visit. Students who knew each other before attending Elsewhere U likely know one another's True Names, but any abuse of this power is moderated by the knowledge that the other could well retaliate in kind.

Oh god though imagine your high school friend visiting - “No, no, Greg, listen, I’m dead serious, you’ve got to call me Hashtag literally the entire time, I’m not joking at all, no I can’t explain why - look, I thought it was funny, okay? Please just do this for me. Also pick a nickname, it’s literally life or death, hahaha what a funny joke i just made but really what’s your nickname, you cannot visit me otherwise.”