i never noticed that they actually call her that

Lana Del Rey says Donald Trump helped shape her album ‘Lust For Life’ — and the world needs feminism more than ever.
The singer has returned to the world of music with her fourth studio album in five years.

By Jacqui Swift for The Sun (UK).

LANA DEL REY’s latest album glitters with an all-star cast.
On ‘Lust For Life,’ her most impressive album yet, Lana teams up with heavyweights such as The Weeknd, Stevie Nicks, Sean Ono Lennon and A$AP Rocky.

They are the first collaborations in her career so far, which spans five studio albums, including four in the past five years — an impressive work rate for the Los Angeles-based star.

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OKAY SUPERCORP/KARAMEL RANT

**Please read** This all really needs to be said. However, before I go further I want you all to understand that this isn’t meant to be a hate paragraph or to purposefully put those who like Mon-El and/or Karamel down. At this point, all the disagreeing and fighting will do nothing. So I’m asking kindly that if you’re going to add something to this post- that it is filled with positive intent. 

 Anyhow, to my point:

I do watch Supergirl by the way, but I truly believe this concerns a wide variety of people. Whether you’re a fan of The 100, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The Walking Dead, or just a person living your life… All I hope is that we all try to grasp the reality of what is truly going on. Now I will centralize this long rant towards Supergirl however. For those of you who don’t know what is going on there is a conflict between fans who ship this character, Mon-El, together with Supergirl/Kara and fans who ship Lena Luthor with Supergirl/Kara. Now, in my humble opinion, the big issue isn’t about straight v.s lgbt people and I will go on about that later… but the fact that she is with someone like Mon-El. Now what do I mean by ‘someone like Mon-El’… before certain people get mad I want to emphasize that I’m simply pointing out what happened in the show. 

This is long as hell just fyi.

1) The way Mon-El reacts to most things is through violence. In fact, the moment he wakes up he chokes Kara. And there’s this: 

(his words in white)

And the scene where Mon-El robs Brian; using his powers for selfish reasons.

He even calls her names. And notice how he does this the moment Kara disagrees with him. A reaction that does more harm than good. On the other hand, when Kara and Lena disagree on something (in ep. 2x03) they simply talk it out. They ask questions, explain, clarify, and come to an understanding.

Now, I’m not here to say that I have NEVER agreed with anything Mon-El has said, actually I applaud him for accepting Maggie and Alex’s relationship the way he did, but that’s just the thing. The opinions/beliefs he has don’t come from himself. Most of what he thinks is based off of what he’s seen on Daxam. He really isn’t at all mature. He isn’t by any means and it’s simply the truth. Now hear me out-

This is what I mean by he isn’t mature: How many times has Kara asked him politely and specifically not to do something but without hesitation still does it? And how many times has he had to beg for forgiveness? 

In addition, he doesn’t have knowledge of what respect truly means. What’s interesting though about this scene in particular- is how it’s supposed to be a ‘funny’ scene. Mon-El’s character is written in as ‘funny’ and ‘aloof’… but it sends a poisonous message- that Kara’s feelings aren’t to be taken seriously. And this show is literally supposed to be about her. Not a guy who thinks it’s his duty to ‘defend her honor’ and then complains about it.

Now I know that this was how people on Daxam acted and their way of life was for the most part, sexist, racist, etc. But that still doesn’t give him an excuse to act the way he does. 

2) Lena herself comes from a family with twisted values as well. She is adopted into the Luthor family and has had close to no friends most of her life. And yet she’s still capable of being a perfectly decent person. 

She does save the alien population not once, but twice. So not only is Lena proved time and time again that she’s a good person, but her relationship with Kara (btw I call it a ‘relationship’ just like the writers do)… is not even close to toxic, detrimental, or abusive. It’s the complete opposite.

Protect yourself”

“I can take care of myself”

3) Being in a healthy relationship is about the effort between two willing people… at the same time, knowing your boundaries whilst encouraging one another.

4) Kara deserves someone who fully acknowledges her efforts and is grateful for them



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Perfect

Originally posted by jugheadjones94

Anon requests:can I request a Jughead Jones imagine where the reader moved from Riverdale a few years ago and comes back while the Jason Blossom death mystery (she knows what happened and all even Ms. Grundy) she and Jughead had a past together (like Jughead and Archie liked her and they were bffs but she liked Jug more) and they still love each other and Jughead sees her at school and it hits him that she’s back but he’s dating Betty and Archie still likes her and it pisses off Jug. The ending’s up to you :)

Could you do a Jughead x reader based on Perfect by Ed Sheeran??

Pairing: Jughead x Betty, Archie x Reader, Jughead x Reader

Description: An old childhood crush returns, and of course, drama ensues.

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,208

A/N: wow okay so I totally strayed from the prompts but I’m hoping you like it anyway?? Anyhow, enjoy!


I found a love for me

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

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

Jughead stood in the school hallway by Betty’s locker, talking and laughing with her.  His eyes almost missed a figure walking past him, but at the last second his gaze flickered to a girl striding down the hallway.  He did a double take as he realized who it was.

“(Y/N)?” he muttered under his breath, interrupting his conversation with Betty.

“What?” Betty asked, looking over her shoulder at the girl who just passed by.  “(Y/N)?  Didn’t she used to live around here or something?”

“Yeah,” he answered, breathless. “Yeah, but then she moved.”

“Well, I guess she’s back,” Betty replied, then steered the conversation back to their previous topic. Jughead nodded and responded to everything Betty said, but he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the girl who returned to Riverdale.

Jughead was not the only member of (Y/N)’s childhood to be shaken by her return; Archie spotted her roaming the hallways later that day.  His heartbeat started to quicken as the feelings for his childhood crush rushed back to him.

“(Y/N)!” he yelled, following her down the hallway.  She turned around at the call of her name, and when she noticed Archie, she broke out into a grin.

“Archie!” she exclaimed, walking towards him.  “How are you?”

“I’m good,” he answered, and they soon fell in step as they began to walk in the same direction.  “How are you?”

“I’m great,” she beamed.

“So you’re back,” he noted, a smile never leaving his face.  (Y/N) smiled and nodded.

“I am,” she replied.  “Just moved back a few days ago, actually.” The conversation lulled for a moment, neither (Y/N) or Archie knowing what to say.  “So how’s Jughead?” she asked, breaking the silence.

“He’s good,” Archie answered. “He’s got a girlfriend now.”  (Y/N) froze.

“Really?” she questioned, painting a smile on her face.  “Who?”

“Do you remember Betty Cooper?” Archie asked, and (Y/N) nodded.  “He’s dating her.”

“Oh wow,” (Y/N) fake laughed. “Honestly, I always thought she had a thing for you.”

“She did,” Archie shrugged, “but I didn’t feel the same.  She moved on to Jughead, I guess.”  The pair fell into a moment of silence again before the ringing of the school bell broke it.

“Well, I have to get to biology,” (Y/N) said, moving away from Archie.  Before she got too far, Archie called out after her.

“Hey, do you wanna catch up sometime?  Like maybe meet at Pop’s tonight?”  

“Yeah,” (Y/N) smiled.  “Yeah, I’d like that.”

That night, when (Y/N) entered Pop’s, the first face she saw was not Archie.  Rather, it was Jughead, who she had not yet seen since she moved back. Scanning the diner to make sure Archie wasn’t waiting for her, (Y/N) walked towards Jughead’s booth.

“Jughead, hey,” she greeted as she approached his table.  He glanced up from his laptop to see (Y/N) standing over him.

“(Y/N),” he said with wide eyes. He slowly closed his laptop lid, then gestured for her to sit.  “You’re back.”

“Yes,” she nodded, “I am.”  Before Jughead could say anything else, the bell on the door jingled, signaling a new customer had entered.  It was Archie.  “Well,” (Y/N) said, standing up, “that’s my cue to leave.  See you around, Jug.”  Jughead tensed at the use of his old nickname, and he watched as (Y/N) walked over to Archie and sat across from him in a booth.  He felt his blood boil every time she laughed at something he said. Constantly, he reminded himself there was nothing to be jealous of, he had a girlfriend.  Somehow, that only made his longing for (Y/N) worse.

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

Jughead, Archie, and (Y/N) were in third grade.  It was a hot summer day, filled with sticky popsicle hands, grass tickling the bottom of bare feet, and a bright sun radiating an immense amount of heat.  The children were running around in (Y/N)’s backyard with not a care in the world.  Suddenly, (Y/N) tripped and scraped her knee.  She cried out in pain, causing the boys to turn around in shock.

“(Y/N)!” Jughead exclaimed, both him and Archie running over to her side.

“Are you okay?” Archie asked, examining her knee.

“I’m fine,” she pushed both boys away.  “It’s just a scrape.”  This didn’t relieve the concerned looks from either of the boys’ faces, and (Y/N), looking directly at Jughead, repeated that she was fine.  Jughead reached out a hand and helped her up.

None of the children knew it at the time, but one day Jughead and (Y/N) would reflect on this day and realize that at this moment, something in their relationship changed.  There was a shift from friendship to love, and it all started on the day where (Y/N) scraped her knee.

I will not give you up this time

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

And in your eyes you’re holding mine

Archie asked (Y/N) to Pop’s again. And again.  And again.  On the fifth visit, Archie confessed his feelings for (Y/N) and asked if they could call these trips to Pop’s dates.  (Y/N), although deep down she knew her heart belonged to someone else, agreed. Neither of them payed any attention to the slamming of the door at the front.  Jughead had stormed out after hearing the exchange.

“We should have a double date,” Archie suggested to Jughead one day during school.  Jughead rolled his eyes, slamming his locker shut.

“Why?” he questioned and began strolling down the hallway.  Archie followed.

“Because I think it’d be fun,” he answered, oblivious to Jughead’s jealousy.  “I mean we were both super close with (Y/N) when we were younger, and it’s not like her and Betty are strangers.  I think it’d be fun.”  He walked off, leaving Jughead alone to his thoughts.

Jughead weighed the pros and cons of going on this double date.  On the one hand, maybe having Betty and (Y/N) together in the same room as him might help set himself straight.  He was sick of feeling guilty every time he was around Betty.  But on the other hand, he was afraid of seeing (Y/N) with Archie.  Sure, he saw them together at Pop’s all the time, but if both of them were sitting in front of him, he would not be able to look away.  He’d be forced to watch as Archie wrapped his arms around (Y/N), and he’d have to see her laughing at all his jokes.  And the worse part would be that as he sat next to Betty, the only thing he’d be thinking about is how he wished to be in Archie’s place.

Finally, Jughead made up his mind and texted Archie his answer:

Yes.  Let’s do the double date.

The night of the double date arrived, and Jughead was second-guessing his decision.  Maybe this was a bad idea.  Or maybe it’ll be fine.  No, this was an awful idea.

They didn’t do anything fancy for the double date; all four of them agreed that Pop’s was the best place to go.  When Jughead arrived at the diner, the only other person there was (Y/N).  He approached the booth and slid into it across from her.

“Hey,” he greeted.  She smiled.

“Hey, Jug,” she responded. Neither of them said anything else, both of them caught up in their own whirlwind of thoughts.  This is how it should be.  This is how they should be.

“This was a mistake,” Jughead finally said, breaking the tension.  He stood up and began to exit.

“What are you doing?” (Y/N) called out after him.  He stopped and spun on his heel, but he didn’t come back to the table.

“Leaving, (Y/N), I’m leaving,” he answered, his voice sharp.  (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“I know that, dumbass, I mean why?”

“Because I can’t do this,” he threw his hands up in the air in frustration.  “I can’t sit across from you and watch you be happy with someone else.” Neither (Y/N) or Jughead noticed that Betty and Archie had just entered the diner.

“Why?  You can’t be happy for me?” (Y/N) demanded, stepping a tiny bit closer to Jughead.  He shook his head.

“No, I can’t,” he replied.  “Not when you’re happy with someone else.”  

“Then who do you want me to be happy with?”

“With me, goddammit!” he shouted. (Y/N) froze.

“With you?” she repeated, quieter. Jughead buried his face in his hands.

“Jesus,” he mumbled into his skin, “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Well since you did,” (Y/N) took a couple more steps closer to Jughead, “why don’t you explain yourself?”

“I’m in love with you, okay?” he shouted, throwing arms up.  “Is that what you wanted to hear?  I have been in love with you since the third grade, and then you fucking left.  So I started dating Betty because I thought she made me happy, and dammit she does make me happy.  But then you came back, you just had to come back.  Now Betty, poor Betty, she doesn’t have a clue.  I still love you, (Y/N), but now you’re dating Archie and this is just a big pile of shit.”  (Y/N) stood there motionless, unable to move.

“Since the third grade?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.  Jughead nodded.

“Jughead,” Betty finally gained the courage to speak.  Her voice caught the attention of both Jughead and (Y/N), causing their focus to snap over to the blonde and the ginger standing in the entrance.

“How much of that did you hear?” Jughead groaned.  Betty smiled sadly.

“All of it.”

“You must hate me,” he said, and Betty shook her head.

“No, Juggie, I don’t hate you. But I do think you should’ve told me how you felt.”  She walked up to him, kissed him on the cheek, and then slowly walked backwards. “I’m not going to keep you from the girl you love.”  She sent him one more sad smile before exiting the diner, leaving Jughead, Archie, and (Y/N).

“Jughead,” Archie started, but Jughead held up his hand to stop him.

“No, Archie, this isn’t about me,” Jughead said.  “It’s about (Y/N).”  Both of the boys turned to face (Y/N), and she couldn’t help but recall that time when she scraped her knee.  That time where both of the boys showed concern for her, but she only appreciated it from one of them.

“(Y/N)?” Archie questioned. “It’s okay if you don’t want to… you know.”  She looked at him sadly.

“Archie,” she began, “I love you. I truly, truly do.”  Jughead deflated at this, and he was about to exit the diner when (Y/N) continued.  “But I can’t lead you on like this.  You’ve been one of my best friends since we were little, and I don’t want anything to ruin that.”  She didn’t have to say anything else, because Archie nodded in understanding.  He hugged (Y/N) tight, and they stood embracing each other in the diner, Jughead watching.  They pulled apart and Archie nodded at Jughead before he, too, left the diner.

Jughead and (Y/N) stood facing each other in the oddly vacant diner.

“So…” (Y/N) drawled.  “You love me?”

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

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

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

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

Neither of them had any idea of what to say, so they agreed to go home and meet up again tomorrow.  Both (Y/N) and Jughead stayed awake the whole night, wondering what they were going to say to the other the next day.

That fateful day arrived, and (Y/N) walked into Pop’s, immediately spotting Jughead sitting in a booth.  She approached the booth, and as she neared it, Jughead looked up at the sound of her footsteps.  He smiled.

“Sorry, I’m kind of a mess today,” she laughed, gesturing to her disheveled state.  She was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and a pair of leggings with a small hole in them, and her hair was falling out of its ponytail.

“You look perfect,” he whispered, not intending for her to hear it.  However, he realized he said it too loud when he saw her smile.  She sat down across from him.

“So you love me,” she repeated what he had said yesterday, and Jughead nodded.

“I do,” he replied.  (Y/N) pursed her lips for a moment, her eyebrows furrowed.

“I love you, too,” she finally said, barely above a whisper.

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know

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

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

To carry love, to carry children of our own

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

Fighting against all odds

I know we’ll be alright this time

Darling, just hold my hand

Be my girl, I’ll be your man

I see my future in your eyes

Literary References in Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler

There are a crap ton of references to literature in Kuroshitsuji, and after re-reading all of Kuro I was really motivated to make a giant list of the literary references.

So I did.

The Admirable History of Possession (Sebastian Michaelis)

In the 1600s, a French inquisitor named Sebastien Michaelis co-wrote The Admirable History of Possession and Conversion of a Penitent Woman. It included a classification/hierarchy of demons that is sometimes referenced in esoteric literature. I’m guessing Yana named Sebastian after this guy.

Famous Poets (Snakes)

All of Snake’s snakes are named after famous canonical writers. 

These include, but are not limited to, John Webster, John Donne, Emily Bronte, Oscar Wilde, John Keats, William Wordsworth, and Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

Peter and Wendy (Peter and Wendy from the Circus arc)

Peter and Wendy was originally a play/novel from the early 1900s and (as you’ve probably guessed) was the source material for the 1953 Disney film, Peter Pan. Peter and Wendy from Kuro have a medical condition where their bodies literally “never grow up,” which is something that happens in Peter Pan, but in that story it’s a result of magic instead of biology. Peter and Wendy from Kuro are also trapeze performers, which is the closest thing in a circus to flying.

Sherlock Holmes (The Phantomhive Mansion Murder Arc)

This might seem pretty obvious and yeah it kind of is, but there are a lot of fun little details that relate to Sherlock Holmes and Arthur Conan Doyle.

  • In chapter 39 of Kuro, Arthur admits to Ciel that he would rather write historical novels instead of detective fiction, but his editors told him historical novels wouldn’t sell. Ciel then says that Arthur should just make a name writing mysteries and that after that the history novels will sell based on his name alone. Arthur Conan Doyle has gained quite the reputation as the guy who wrote mysteries and got sick of them while no one cared about his historical novels, so this conversation is actually pretty funny.
  • Some of the side characters in the Murder arc have names based on characters from the original Sherlock stories. Irene Diaz shares a first name with Irene Adler (both characters are opera singers) and Patrick Phelps shares a last name with Percy Phelps (both of whom have nervous dispositions).
  • In chapter 45, Sebastian (as Jeremy) points out that Arthur has written a bunch of story ideas on the inside of his sleeves. The words written in his sleeves include “pearl” (”The Adventure of the Six Napoleons”) and “sign” (The Sign of Four). There’s also “India” and “secret room,” but I’m not sure what specific stories those are referring to.
  • Fun bonus fact: Jeremy Rathbone (aka Sebastian in disguise) is named after 2 actors: Jeremy Brett and Basil Rathbone. Both of them played Sherlock Holmes at one point in their careers. 

Beeton’s/Punch (magazines that Ciel reads)

In chapter 39 Arthur mentions that  “A Study in Scarlet” was published in Beeton’s magazine, and that he’s surprised that someone in a position of nobility would read such a magazine. Beeton’s actually exists and “A Study in Scarlet” was first published in Beeton’s in November of 1887.

In response to Arthur’s surprise, Ciel mentions that he also reads Punch. This was also a real magazine, but what makes it weird is that one of the editors of Punch was a guy named Edmund Knox. One of Edmund’s brothers was a guy named Ronald Knox, who wrote detective fiction.

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Propertius’ “Elegiae” (The poem being taught at Weston)

In the public school arc, Sebastian is teaching a Latin poem that relates to some themes and events in the Kuro universe. Here’s a link to a more in depth post about the quote. 

Micah Clarke (novel that Ciel buys)

In chapter 85 (the one where everyone goes shopping), Ciel notices that Arthur wrote a historical novel called Micah Clarke. This was an actual novel by Arthur Conan Doyle from 1889. It’s also hilarious that Ciel complains about the historical novel because he wants Arthur to just write more mysteries. Wow.

The Wizard of Oz (Sieglinde Sullivan) 

(This one took me forever to get because I could never pronounce her first name properly).

In German, “Sieglinde” is pronounced “See-glinda,” which reminded me of Glinda the good witch from The Wizard of Oz. At first I thought that might be a coincidence, but then I realized that’s she’s also known as the “Green Witch,” which calls to mind the Wicked Witch of the West. Furthermore, her residence is the Emerald Castle, which is possibly a reference to the Emerald City. 

Also, the werewolf stuff takes place in southern Germany (Glinda was the good witch of the south).

(Maybe Wolfram is her little dog too!)

Fenian Cycle (Finny’s name)

In chapter 100, there’s a flashback where we see Ciel naming Finny after the lead character in a book titled Fenian Cycle: Celtic Mythology. The Fenian Cycle is a real story that’s part of Irish mythology and, just as Ciel says, the lead character was named for his blonde hair. 

Othello (Othello the reaper)

Othello is a Shakespeare play (my personal favourite Shakespeare play by the by) in which the title character is tricked into thinking that his wife was having an affair and murders her in a fit of jealous rage (the person who tricked him, Iago, convinced him that this was the best course of action). Like 5 minutes after he kills her it’s revealed that she didn’t cheat on him and he just fell for a really elaborately set up lie. Othello kills himself after discovering the truth. 

Yeah…I think it’s fairly easy to figure out that Othello (in the play) has a parallel to a character who we know committed suicide at one point. TBH this is my favourite reference in all of Kuro because we can kind of guess the character’s backstory based on his name.

Side note: Othello (the Kuro character) works in forensics, which is fitting since the field of forensics involves finding hard evidence to prove guilt or innocence. Shakespeare’s Othello had to rely on sight, verbal information, and assumptions, which led to him falsely accusing his wife of cheating on him.

Other stuff: In chapter 14, Ciel has a nightmare involving Poe’s “The Raven” and the early part of the circus arc mentions the Pied Piper. Both of these are well-known/explained in the story, so I didn’t feel the need to write a whole thing about each of them. 

If you noticed anything missing, please add it to the post! (Although make note that these are only the literary references. There are like 10,000 historical references in Kuro and I’m not experienced enough in history to notice all of them, so those can be another post.)

“The One” Carl Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 3,393

Carl Grimes x Reader

Summary: Carl’s POV of “Home” (read HERE), except in this version, the reader dies instead of Carl at the lineup.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, implied smut, death

Thanks, @justthoseimagines , for the request!

Flashbacks are in italics.


Originally posted by accio-villain-imagines

 It was Y/N’s hair that attracted Carl first. It was so long and so beautiful, he couldn’t stop staring at it when he saw her. None of the other girls he had met had hair that pretty.

Carl had met her a long time ago, but the memory of when they first saw each other stays stuck in his head. He had finally just recovered from the surgery that Hershel performed on him, and was able to get up and walk around. He was so happy he didn’t have to be cooped up in that room all day anymore. He was sitting at the kitchen table drinking some water when Y/N walked in, not paying any attention to him. Not that he knew of. Her hair glistened in the sunlight, and Carl had thought it was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He didn’t tell her that, of course.

“Dad, who’s that?” Carl had asked Rick once he left the kitchen. They were standing in the hallway, just far enough out of earshot where Y/N couldn’t hear them talking.

“It’s Hershel’s daughter, Y/N. She’s around your age.” Rick had told him. “Why do you seem so flustered?”

“Because she’s pretty!”

Rick had to stop himself from laughing at the current state that Carl was in. As far as he knew, this was probably the first time Carl had been around another kid his age, let alone a girl, since the apocalypse broke out.

“Just relax, son. Go introduce yourself. She aint gonna bite.”

Carl walked back into the kitchen, and she jumped, like she just realized he was in there. She stared at him for a good moment, and Carl assumed this was the first time she’d heard of him as well.

“I’m Carl.” He told her, trying to remember what his dad said about her not being scary. She really was quite pretty, Carl thought she was the prettiest girl he’d seen in his life.

“Y/N.”

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anonymous asked:

That time Mulder accidentally called Scully baby at work. With an audience. (In case you're taking prompts, which I hope you do, because I ❤️ u)

The first time he hears someone call Scully baby, they’re in a diner in a torn-cushioned booth the color of a kidney bean.  The waitress brings her a piece of pie and pauses before putting the fork down, holds it up to the light, finds some infraction she never actually burdens Scully with.

“Sorry, baby, let me get you a new one,” is all she says.

“You liked that,” Mulder says as Scully folds her hands on the disco-glittered table and smiles at her pie.  Like she’s waiting for it to smile back.  “I’ve noticed this.  You like it when people you don’t even know call you baby and honey.”

She shrugs, doesn’t take her eyes off the pie.

“Don’t you mind it?  Find it condescending?”

“I don’t think that’s how she meant it.”

“Presumptuous?”

“Presumptuous of what?  That you might agree there’s enough rudeness and cruelty amongst strangers in the world?”

“What if it’s meant to get a better tip?”

“That’s very cynical, Mulder.”  She tends to have a sunnier worldview with a piece of pie in front of her.  She licks her lips and he can practically and presciently taste the peach on them though he has no idea what she herself tastes like. He has a sudden urge for her to get whipped cream on her nose.  

When the waitress returns with the new fork, she squeezes Scully’s shoulder cap before she goes, as if to prove a point.  For all his studying of human (and non-human) behavior, his Oxford degree and his basement full of books, Scully is better at picking up these interpersonal subtleties. How a thing is meant.

The first time he calls her baby himself, they’re in bed and she’s tired and struggling, and it’s meant to convey that she should take as long as she needs, that he’s happy to do this all night if he has to.  He doesn’t know why it’s come out of his mouth. He’s learned to call her Dana when he wants a certain kind of emphasis.  Other than that, it’s always Scully, or nothing at all – there’s never anyone else he’d be talking to.  But this particular bedroom occasion seems to call for something other than the name he uses to tell her he needs her to perform an autopsy, or that he’s angry with her, or even to tell her he loves her.  

The second time he calls her baby, it’s more deliberate, experimental, a sexual Frisbee he tosses as she crawls up his body on the couch.  She catches it between her teeth and undoes the top button on her shirt with the certainty of someone who knows how things are meant.  It goes over so well that he tries other words in similar circumstances – honey, sweetie, once, even tiger.  He’s not sure if he’s doing it because he likes it or to prove to her she doesn’t.  It usually makes her smile, but she never outright tells him it pleases her, never calls him anything herself.  He can only go by the fact that she keeps coming back, keeps ordering up that pie.

It’s twenty years before she finds the occasion to take issue with it.

They’re in the kitchen at work, taking advantage of the third floor’s superior coffee machine.  There are four other agents and six different kinds of milk (“milk”), handfuls of number one dad, best grandpa in the world, don’t talk to me until I drink this mugs.  He’s talking sports with Skinner, who’s peeling an orange over the trashcan. Scully’s got her back to them – a tight white blouse and a sleek pair of pants he ironed and watched her put on this morning.  She’s just moved back in.  He’s been shaving every day.  He’s been ironing.  He’s on his best behavior.

Their cups are both paper, no slogans, no declarations of superiority.  They both know better by now than to tempt fate like that.  She goes to hand him his cup and folds back the little paper handles first so he can slip his finger through. Later, he will think it was this gesture, the warmth of it, that loosened his tongue.

“Thank you, baby.”  It just comes out.   Everything in the room stops – the peeling, Skinner’s Monday morning quarterbacking.  The coffee machine makes good on its advertised claim to be conversation-quiet. Conversation?  Mulder can practically hear the blood rushing to Scully’s face.  

“Anyway,” Skinner finally says and other sounds resume.

“Sorry,” Mulder’s already saying when the elevator doors close.  “I’m sorry.”

“You can’t call me that at work, Mulder,” she says anyway.  He would give anything to be able to put a slice of pie in front of her.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“Maybe not consciously.  But you wanted them to hear it.  It was a statement of ownership.”

“That’s very cynical of you, Scully.”

The first time she says it back is that night - like a comeback, a handslap, a reminder of the history of patriarchal oppresion in the workplace.  Her voice is hoarse and legs splayed the just-sore-enough width of his hips.

“Feels so good,” she says with a slightly pitched eyebrow and in its horizon he sees the resolution of a twenty year old argument.  “Baby.”  

But if she is trying to make him blush or protest, she fails.  He is willing to be owned.

“Don’t think I’m going to tip you any better,” he whispers, and she smiles but doesn’t laugh.  She’s already got her eye on the pie.

anonymous asked:

Could i ask about Miss.Diglassi (if i spelled that right, i apologize if i didn't) who is she to you Dice? She seems to treat you better than your own mother

Dice: “Flamariom DiGlassi is… The mother I needed when I was young…”

“Flamariom worked as a singer and dancer at a Cabaret back at the big city near my hometown…The cabaret has long closed by the way. We met there by pure accident and… Not on the best moment…”

“I was tryin’ to run away after stealin’ the wallet of a man. I was basically livin’ in the streets durin’ that time, so I had to get myself some money somehow. Instead o’ takin’ the money from me and returnin’ it to the owner, she stood in front o’ me, hidin’ me from the man’s sight. After that… She just told me to be more careful and let me go. I used to live near that cabaret. Many men and women used to drink too much and it was easy to pick some pockets…”

“One day though, she came over to me…”

“I said yes and she took me to a restaurant not too far from there. And… For the very first time in my life I actually felt safe near an adult… It started rainin’ and she took me to her house. Asked her maid to get a room ready for me. She let me stay with her and the next day I had new clothes to wear…”

“I… I’ll be honest, I didn’t dare ask her why she was bein’ so nice to me, I just went with it. Soon days passed, I had a nice room, good food and new clothin’. And when I noticed I was calling her… ‘Mom’. I had never called my real mother of that… And she was ok with that, to my surprise. Soon she started presentin’ me as her ‘son’.”

“Flamariom took me to the cabaret whenever she had a show, and let me stay in the back, watching, sometimes even chattin’ with other dancers, singers and the people behind the scenes. She teached me how to sing and dance whenever she had no presentation.”

“She also let me join her and her friends when they went out and played cards. It was also her who teached me to play every single type o’ card game there was. She was a master of the cards!”

“As I grew older I started workin’ at the same cabaret I used to pick pocets before. I was a waiter though, back at the time I didn’t want to steal the spotlight from my mom.”

“You’re probably wonderin’ if she knew… About me… And she actually knew, but she never dared to call me by my real name, instead she called me:

“She promissed that she would always protect me, even from my past…”

“And she did so, till the very end…”

Another Side of You

A/N: An anon request. This is a Spencer x Reader, around season 5 and Spencer has a serve kink in regards to the reader. He loves when she calls him Dr. Reid. So smutty smut ensues. ;)

                                               ———————-

“Morning, Dr. Reid,” Y/N said, emphasizing his title as she nearly always did. Why did she do that? He wasn’t complaining - not at all as a matter of fact. But he did wonder what made her do that.

“Why do you always call me Doctor, Y/N?” he asked, slapping his hand across his mouth. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “We’ve been working together for nearly two years and everyone else calls me Spencer.”

“I don’t know, I guess I just know what it takes to get a Ph.D., so I like using it when someone has earned it,” she said, bending over the desk in front of him. The locket she never went a day without was hanging down in between her breasts and Spencer had to try with every fiber in him to look up at her eyes and not where they were naturally drawn. When he looked up, he saw her smiling - almost a smirk. She must have known what she was doing to him. He wondered if she knew that every time she called him doctor, he imagined her saying it to him in the bedroom.

“Well,” he said, gazing into her eyes, noticing that her pupils had dilated. Wait? Is she actually into me? he thought. “I did earn three of them, and you’re the only one that calls me doctor, which I like.”

“Oh really, Dr. Reid,” she said standing up and crossing her arms in front of her body. As she stood up from the desk with her hip jutted out to one side she spoke, “I’ll be sure to continue calling you Dr. Reid then.” He could have sworn she winked as she turned away.

As she walked toward her own desk, he couldn’t help but glance at her body, which was being hugged by her pencil skirt and silk blouse. There were a ton of images running through his mind - none of them innocent.

                                                ———————-

Ever since he’d asked Y/N why she called him Dr. Reid, the tension between the two had been palpable. Even the other members of the team took notice. Garcia egging them both on to just go for it. 

The subtle glances, figure-hugging clothing and continuous use of his title did not go unnoticed by Spencer. He wanted her so badly. But he wanted something different. Something people wouldn’t expect from him, even look down on him for, so he was wary about bringing it up with her.

Towards the end of the day, when both were entering the car garage as the last ones out of the building, Spencer saw Y/N drop her bag by her car and rushed over to help her pick up her things. Just because the thoughts running through his mind weren’t very gentlemanly, didn’t mean he wasn’t a gentleman. “Thank you, Dr. Reid,” she cooed, after all of her things had been picked up. As they stood up, she closed the gap between them - the heat in the air could melt ice. 

Without thinking, he pinned her between himself and her car, wrapping his one hand around her waist and the other around the back of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. Her pupils dilated immediately - nearly black with wanting - and the two breathed into each other for a few moments before devouring one another.

“Do you want to come back to my place?” she asked, pulling out of the kiss. Her kiss-swollen lips were open in a way that only made his mind race further down the rabbit hole.

“Yes,” he responded, biting at her lower lip. “I’ll be right behind you.”

                                               ———————-

Both Y/N and Spencer had to keep themselves from speeding to her apartment - the adrenaline coursing through their veins at lightning speed. At nearly the same time, they pulled up to her apartment building and rushed up the stairs, clashing into each other at her front door, barely making it inside.

“I have one stipulation,” Spencer said through heavy breaths.

“Oh, really? Not a request? Are you telling me what to do?” she asked, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she ran her hands through his shoulder-length hair.

“Yes, I am.” His strength and confidence was throwing her off, but in the most delicious way. “Continue to call me doctor.”

She bit at his bottom lip, lightly tugging his hair. “I hadn’t thought to do anything else, Dr.”

“Oh, fuck me,” he groaned, as he picked her up and proceeded toward her bedroom. “You’re killing me.” As they approached the bedroom, clothing flew in all directions - leaving them in only their underwear by the time they hit the bed.

He took her off guard by turning her around and placing her on all fours on the bed, positioning himself behind her. This was all happening so quickly and without much thought, so he attempted to slow himself down, but she was killing him.

She turned her head towards him, her eyes betraying exactly what she craved. “What are you waiting for Doctor?”

In one quick movement, he put two fingers in between the lace of her panties and her center, feeling her slickness before ripping the panties off and positioning his length at her entrance, slipping in slowly. Once he was partially enveloped in her wet heat, he commanded, “Put your legs together.”

“I think I like this side of you, Dr. Reid,” Y/N breathed as she did what he said and he slipped in completely. The tightness was nearly enough to push him over the already precarious edge he was on. 

“Mmm…fuck,” she moaned, her front end collapsing into the mattress.

He grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back, giving him leverage to thrust into her with reckless abandon - the sound of skin slapping against skin beginning to fill the room as he thrust into her over and over again. Her staggered breaths coaxed him on. He picked up speed, racing toward their mutual release. “Oh, god, Reid…” she groaned. Her volume rose to the point where someone might have thought about alerting the landlord, so he reached down, grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against him.

“You forgot the Dr.,” he said, reaching toward the bed for the panties he’d ripped off her, never once losing the pace he’d built up “and your going to get the cops called on us.” Just when she thought she couldn’t be enjoying this different side of Spencer more, he took the panties that he’d ripped off her and put them in her mouth. “Oh, hell…” she mumbled, feeling her core begin to tighten.

Still flush against him, he wrapped his hands around her breasts, giving them the attention they needed and finally pushing her over the edge, with him following soon after.

As they began to catch their breaths, Spencer lifted her towards the top of the bed, collapsing at her side and pulling the underwear from her mouth. “I had no idea there was this side of you, Dr. Reid,” she murmured, taking his mouth in her own.

“We may have been working together for two years, Y/N,” he spoke, tasting all of her, “But there is still so much about me you don’t know.”

O Helga Natt, yousana style (for tomorrow’s clip)

Hey!

So here I am again with this fic that it’s going to be based on what I’d like to see tomorrow (final clip of 4x09) between Yousana + all the squads scheming together to get those two to talk

I really hope you enjoy it and that it’s not confusing with all the conversations.

———————–x—————————

Have the world’s best summer”

He read it over and over again trying to make sense of what had happened.

For a moment he thought that Sana was finally giving him a chance, he had been over the moon for 5 minutes, the time that it took for her to answer to his text saying that she couldn’t meet him and that she wished he had a nice summer, the world’s best summer, well guess what, he wasn’t.

He looked down at his phone and noticed he had one more notification, a missed call from Noora. Why would Noora called him? He was about to find out.

“Hello?” Noora said

“Hi, Noora? I have a missed call from you?”

“Oh, yes, it’s true. I called you yesterday”

“What for?” Yousef asked

“Uh…well actually it’s because you weren’t answering Sana’s text. I know it sounds stupid but I was worried”

“I left my phone at work and I haven’t got it until now” Yousef explained

“That makes sense.” Noora said “So, did you text Sana back?”

“Yes”

“And when are you meeting?”

“Apparently never” he said bitterly

“Huh?”

“I asked her if we could meet on Friday and she said that she can’t this week and that she wishes I have a nice summer”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“I wish”

“Ah, I can’t believe this girl!” Noora said exasperated

“It’s okay Noora, she’s just not interested in me. I get it”

“No Yousef, you don’t get it. Look, I shouldn’t tell you this but she was really excited to meet you, she…she likes you Yousef and if she’s cancelled your date it’s because something must’ve happened”

“What do you mean she likes me? She doesn’t”

“She does and I’m going to find out what is going on”

“Wait! What should I do? Should I text her? Should I go to see her?”

“No, she clearly needs space. I’ll fix it, we’ll fix it”

“We?”

“I’ll find help, you just…keep on with your life like nothing happened”

“Noora, you just told me that the girl I’m in love with likes me back, you can’t expect me to act like nothing happened”

“For this plan to work you’ll have to”

“What plan?”

“Bye Yousef”

“Noora! What plan?” he said but she had already hanged up the phone.

Yousef sighed and sat down on the bed.

“She likes me” he whispered to himself with a goofy smile “she likes me”

—-x—-


“Pick up, pick up, pick up” Noora said pacing around her room nervously

“Hello?”

“Elias? Hi it’s Noora, Sana’s friend”

“Uh…hi?”

“I know this is weird but I need to talk with you”

“How did you get my number?”

“Vilde”

“Okay…what do you want to talk about?”

“What do you think about Sana and Yousef?” Noora just asked

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think about Sana and Yousef being together? Are you okay with that?”

“Sana and Yousef? I thought Yousef was with you”

“No! Why everybody keeps thinking that?. There’s nothing between us. He’s in love with your sister and she’s pretty much in love with him too”

“Oh…okay uh…Well, I’ve seen those two pining for each other since they met”

“So, you’re okay with them being together?”

“Yes, yes, I’m totally okay with it”

“Cool, ‘cause I need your help”

“My help with what?” Elias asked confused

“We need to get those two to talk. I have a plan. Are you in?”

“Yes, I’m in but what is the plan?”

“Meet me at my house in two hours and I’ll tell you. Oh! And bring the rest boys, they all need to know. And of course you can’t tell anything to Yousef or Sana”

 —x—

“Okay, everyone’s here right?” Noora said as she stood in the middle of the Kollektiv living room

Vilde, Eva and Chris were sitting on one of the couches while Mikael, Adam and Mutta sat in the other one. Isak and Even were also there both sitting on the floor with Isak between Even’s legs and his back resting against his chest. Eskild and Linn were also sitting on the floor around the table. Finally Elias was standing right beside Noora.

“Why are we here exactly?” Eskild asked

“Well, actually I don’t really need you or Linn but since you also live here I thought you could hang out with us if you wanted” Noora said shrugging

“So I don’t have to be here? I can go to my room?” Linn asked

“Yes, Linn you can”

See ya” Linn said standing up and leaving.

“Eskild?”

“Oh no Noora, I’m staying”

“Okay, so the thing is…we need to talk about Sana and Yousef”

“We need to get those two together and soon before Yousef leaves” Elias added

“So Sana likes Yousef? I mean we all knew Yousef’s been in love with her for years but Sana too?”

“Sana likes him a lot!” Vilde said excited

“She told me” Eskild added

“And me!” Isak said

“Okay so long story short, I got Sana to text Yousef so they could meet but then she backed off and…” Noora started

“I’ve talked to my mom. I asked her if she knew something about Yousef and Sana, I told her how I thought they liked each other and I really thought they should be together. Well, she told me that Sana received Yousef’s message while being with her and that she told Sana that she should think about the difficulties she’d have to face if she married Yousef. So basically?” Elias continued

“She backed off because she’s scared” Noora ended

Everyone in the room looked at them trying to process all the information.

“Are you sure you want to be with William, Noora? I mean you two would make a powerful couple” Eskild said pointing at Noora and Elias

“We’re here to talk about Sana and Yousef, Eskild” Noora said rolling her eyes “Okay so I talked to Yousef and I told him Sana liked him and that I’d fix it so that’s why we’re here, to fix it”

“And how are we going to do that?” Eva asked

“Well, we need to lie to them” Elias said

“On Friday Sana will be with us, we will be driving around with our van” Noora explained

“And us boys, we will be with Yousef and we will take him some place he and my sister apparently went in their first and only sort of date. Sana told Noora about it apparently” Elias said

“Yes, she told me that they had been playing basketball and that they had talked, like really talk, for the first time so I think it’d be nice if we plan their meeting there”

“So we will take Yousef there” Elias explained to the boys “Isak, Even you two can come if you want and also your boys. And the girls…”

“We will drive around with Sana and we will take her there without her knowing” Noora finished

Again everyone just stared at them.

“Yeah, I see what you mean” Mutta told Eskild pointing at Noora and Elias “They definitely make an interesting couple”

“Can we focus?” Elias said clapping his hands

“Have you understood what you have to do?” Noora asked “Any questions?”

Eskild raised his hand slowly

“Yes Eskild?”

“I have a question” he said turning to look at Adam and Mikael who were sitting on the couch “How long have you two been dating?”

“What? what are you talking about?” Adam said removing his arm from Mikael’s shoulder and sitting straight.

“You’ve been holding hands since you arrived” Eskild said

“No, we haven’t” Mikael said

“There’s nothing between us, we’re bros that’s it” Adam added

“Okay…whatever…not pressuring you. Just know that my gaydar never fails” Eskild winked at them

“We’re not together” Mikael said

“We’re not. Come on guys say something” Adam looked around waiting for someone to defend them but they were all awkwardly silent.

Guys?” Mikael asked

Even held back a smirk while Elias looked at the floor and Mutta scratched the back of his neck.

“So, what time should we meet tomorrow?” Mutta asked breaking the silence

“Around 8 will be okay, any more questions?” Noora said

 —x—

“Where are we going? I thought we were going to chill at Adam’s” Yousef said on Friday evening as he walked with the boys

“We were, but we thought that we could go to another cool place instead” Elias said

“What cool place?”

“Well…”

 –x–

“Why are you stopping Chris?” Sana asked as she sat inside their Loser van

“Uh, I think we can rest for awhile here” Chris said

“Where are we?” Sana said trying to look at the windows but Noora Vilde and Eva were blocking her view

“Okay Sana? We need to talk” Noora said

 –x–

“What are we doing here?” Yousef said when he realized where he was “What is this?”

“Yousef man, we need to talk” Elias said “We need to talk about my sister”

“Sana? What about her?”

Well, see that van parked over there?” Elias said pointing behind him “She’s inside”

“What? Why? What is going on?” Yousef said anxiously

–x–

“Sana…look where we are” Eva said moving so she could see

Sana got closer to the window and recognized the place instantly. They were on the basketball court where she and Yousef had had their first and only real conversation.

“But how? Why? What are we doing here?” Sana asked confused

“Yousef is here, Sana” Noora said “And you two need to talk”

“Noora…”

“Just listen to me okay?” she said “Sana that boy, he’s in love with you and you’re in love with him and I know you’re scared because you think that you two can’t be together, I know you think that it’ll be impossible but Sana he’s a good guy, you know that. He would never do anything to hurt you. And look, at the end of the day, this is your decision and we will respect it but you need to at least talk to him and tell him how you feel.”

 –x–

“Yousef I know you’re in love with my sister”

“Elias…I…”

“And she’s in love with you”

“What?”

“She’s in love with you but she’s scared. She thinks that you two can’t be together because you’re not muslim. But you are Yousef, you are the most muslim boy I know, you’re the best guy I know and I wouldn’t want anyone else for my sister. And I know you two can make it work. All you have to do is talk to each other, prove to her that you’re worth it”

 –x–

“Sana, are you really in love with him?” Noora asked

Sana nodded holding back the tears

“So go there and tell him”

 –x–

“Yousef, are you really in love with her?” Elias asked

Yousef nodded closing his eyes

“So go there and tell her”

 –x–

Sana took a deep breath and got out of the van. A few meters from her she saw Yousef standing with Elias and the rest of the boys, but he wasn’t looking at them, he was looking at him.

 –x–

Yousef saw her getting out of the van, his heart skipped a beat and before he could stop himself he started walking towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.

 –x–

She walked towards him and for a moment it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist. It was as if she was walking in slow motion, her eyes never leaving his.

 –x–

They kept walking towards each other until they were only a step away.

“I’m in love with you” both of them said at the same time

They stared at each other’s eyes, trying to process their words.

“I’m sorry” again, they spoke at the same time.

Yousef couldn’t help but chuckle while Sana shook her head smiling. They either didn’t talk at all or they wanted to talk at the same time.

“You first” Yousef nodded

“I’m sorry Yousef, I’m sorry for giving you mixed signals and for being always back and forth with you. I just…I’m in love with you but I’m scared, scared that we won’t work. I thought…I thought that I’d rather lose you now than in a few years” she said as tears were rolling down her face

“But you don’t have to lose me. Sana, I’m in love with you, I’ve been in love with you pretty much since I met you. And I know it’s not going to be easy and that we will have bad moments but I think that the good moments will be totally worth it. Sana I respect you and I respect your faith and I would never ever do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“I know you wouldn’t…” She said sniffling

He swallowed hard trying to keep his own tears from falling

“Sana is your choice and I’ll respect it but…don’t you think that a chance of being together is worth the risk?”

“It won’t be easy” she warned him

“I don’t want easy, I want you, just the way you are”

“And you’re leaving tomorrow” she said looking at the floor

“I’m not”

“What?” she looked up at him frowning

“You said you couldn’t meet this week so I postponed the flight a month” he said shrugging

“What? Why would you do that?”

“Don’t you remember? Alt for deg girl”

Sana’s face lit up and her lips curved into a big smile. She took the step that was keeping them apart and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was taken aback for a moment but soon hugged her back.

“Does this mean you’re giving us a chance?” he whispered in her ear

She pulled apart and looked at him with a big smile

“Yes”

“Yeah?” he asked smiling

“Yes” she nodded

“SHE SAID YES!” he shouted using his hands to amplify his voice

Suddenly everyone started to cheer them, on one side the girl squad who had been standing by the van the whole time and were now hugging each other, and on the other side the balloon squad and the boy squad who were clapping their hands and patting each other’s backs excited.

“They’re going to think that you just proposed to me or something” Sana laughed

“I can’t help it. I’m the happiest man alive right now. Are you happy?” he asked grinning at her

“I’m happy” she said smiling right back at him.

——-x——

Prompt:  Hey I don’t know if you’re taking any prompts but I have one based on today’s clip… Noora has had enough of the will they/won’t they with Yousana, and decides to get the girl squad, balloon squad, boy squad/Evak etc to help her FINALLY get yousana together to talk and admit their feelings for each other. Basically everyone scheming to get those kids together.. thank you xx

So this is it!

I hope you’ve liked it!

If Julie screws up tomorrow at least we will always have this

Just imagine that Yousef and Sana walking towards each other was in slow motion okay?

And YES I’m going to hint at Elias x Noora and Mikael x Adam for the rest of my life until they’re canon

Thank you so much for reading!!!

mysme-trashcan  asked:

that anon broke me. How about instead, it looks like cheating but in reality the person is being really pushy - all up in MC's space, making her uncomfortable. RFA sees and feels as if it's cheating but they observe and see the reality and happy ending between them.. (´・ω・`) I hate angst ;;

*slams hands on desk* yES. angst make me a mess and i live for fluff, so of course i can do this! ヽ(^o^)ノ [side note: these are the same situations as the cheating hc [ x ], but it ends up different!]

sorry this took a while, love, but i hope you like it!❤


zen

  • so again, zen thought someone was forcibly pushing themselves onto mc 
  • it was on set, one of his coworkers 
  • but as he got closer, it looked like mc was kissing back
  • which really upset him, to the point where he was going to walk away
  • but mc noticed him and called out for him
  • “zen!” she called, “help me!-”
  • the other person pushed mc to a wall to get her to shut up
  • wow zen never turned around so fast 
  • he ran over and pulled his coworker off of mc
  • things are about to get…interesting
  • im actually helping ya’ll here by not putting zen’s words, cause he’d rip his coworker to shreds ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • he takes mc into his dressing room and gives her a hug, rubbing her back
  • mc can feel that he’s tense and asks whats wrong
  • zen tells them the truth. “i’m so glad you’re alright…but i thought something else…”
  • mc moves to cup his cheeks. “i could never do that to you, my knight. you know that”
  • he smiles and kisses her gently “i know..and i love you”

yoosung

  • quick recap: yoosung found mc in this library neither of them ever went to and they were in the shelves with some guy 
  • yoosung drops his book
  • the two of them look at him, surprised
  • but mc notices its yoosung and gives him this look that’s basically screaming “help”
  • so he steps into action
  • “oh, there you are mc! i was looking for you…is he bothering you?”
  • the other guy takes a step back, giving mc the chance to run over to yoosung
  • “not anymore. you’re here now”
  • yoosung smiles and nods, “yeah, i am. let’s go home.”
  • the other guy picks up yoosung’s book, “don’t you need this?”
  • yoosung just shrugs, “i think you need it more than i do”
  • it’s a flipping book on fortune, yoosung played that well 

jaehee

  • recap: mc has been staying late at the office lately, piled up with work so jaehee decides to have dinner with her there
  • when jaehee gets there, she sees mc being pinned to the table by some other woman 
  • jaehee drops the container 
  • mc and that other lady look towards the door and mc is like “jaehee!”
  • jaehee can tell by her tone that this is not what she originally thought 
  • so she walks over and takes mc’s hand 
  • “i think you should leave” and she gives the death glare to the other woman 
  • and that random lady runs out of there, embarrased
  • “are you alright, angel?” she asks mc and they nod
  • “thank you for saving me..” “of course, anything for you”
  • mc looks to the container jahee dropped, “what was that?”
  • “oh..it was supposed to be dinner..”
  • mc just smiles, “let’s go out for dinner..”

jumin

  • so it was a client that jumin was working with.
  • the contract process was taking longer than he expected, so he thought they would finish it over dinner 
  • but he had to call mc first 
  • the client suggested to just bring mc with them, so jumin did 
  • during dinner, though, mc had to go to the bathroom
  • and the client had a phone call
  • but they were taking a while… 
  • so he went to go check on his wife 
  • and saw the client…kissing mc?
  • no, trying to kiss mc
  • oh boy, they’re going Down 
  • the contract is over, C&R wants nothing to do with their company, and jumin’s considering trying to find something to sue them for 
  • mc has to hold him back
  • “jumin…i’m alright. thank you for stepping in.” “you don’t need to thank me for that, mc. i love you, and i won’t let him hurt you”

707 / luciel / saeyoung 

  • alright here we go, one friend that is always around mc 
  • saeyoung gets suspicious and activates the tracker he has on mc 
  • she goes to their house first, but she texted him that they were all meeting there anyways 
  • so he’s not worried
  • until its been almost an hour and they haven’t gone anywhere 
  • he texts mc, asking if everything’s okay 
  • but all he gets in response from her is “707″
  • it’s their emergency code
  • so he goes over and knocks on the door
  • there’s no answer, so he picks the lock
  • and finds mc trapped on the couch while her friend stands in front of her, their hands on her
  • “well helloooo” saeyoung says, surprising mc’s friend
  • “i believe your hands are not where they’re supposed to be, friend. mind getting them off?’
  • long story short, he takes mc home 
  • “thanks, defender of justice” “of course, agent 606!”
  • he kisses her cheek, “anything for you”

v / jihyun

  • i didn’t give him a situation so we’re gonna say it was someone who wanted a photo shoot with him
  • that person thought a partner was needed in the middle of the shoot
  • but..literally no one but them, v, and mc were there
  • so mc volunteered 
  • they were coming out amazing, both of them knowing how to pose well 
  • but?? jihyun’s client was getting on the verge of creepy?
  • like,, they were getting really close to mc 
  • and v can tell that she’s getting uncomfortable
  • so he stops taking pictures, announces that it’s done, and that the studio is closing 
  • that other person is confused, but follows v’s word
  • the actually tried to get mc’s number on their way out
  • jihyun told them off for that, explaining that mc is his gf 
  • he hugs her after that person leaves, wrapping his arms around her waist
  • “..don’t volunteer to partner anymore. and i’m deleting all of their pictures”
  • “jihyun-” “i can live without this one. it’s their loss anyways” he means both in product and in mc 

saeran

  • mc was waiting for him in the park, they were going to get out of the bunker today
  • and do saeran’s favorite activity: cloud-watch 
  • he was walking over to their designated spot when he sees someone else with mc 
  • ????
  • he can tell from far away that mc is uncomfortable
  • so he walks over and immediately gives the other guy a glare
  • wraps his arm around mc for good measure
  • mc is kind of surprised. saeran is definitely not one for pda 
  • “oh, excuse me.” the other guy says. 
  • “yeah, excuse you. leave, now.” saeran says
  • he pulls mc closer and kisses the side of their head
  • “i’m sorry i left for so long” “no saeran, it’s not your fault”
  • “still… that won’t happen again.”

Remember that axe?

Couple: Steve Harrington x reader (ish)

Warnings: hi have u met me bc angst

Requested: no

AN: an idea popped into my head, kids. let’s go. Sorry for the heartache before hand ok bye

———

“But—”

“No.”

“Come on, he—”

“No.”

“Y/N, please, we—”

“NooooOOooooooOo.” You said, staring into your book while you took a bite out of your muffin before it was suddenly snatched away. “Dude, I swear—”

“Would you just listen to me?! We need your help, please, okay, I’m begging you here, sis.” He looked at you with puppy dog eyes and you groaned, slamming your book shut.

“What?”

“Okay, so, you remember last year, when—”

“Dude, no. I’m not fucking going through that, again.” Eyes that were once soft had turned into anger, and he threw your muffin at you.

“None of us do, man! But Steve is alone and we need someone else—”

“What do I need to bring?” You brought your mug up to your lips, drinking the contents inside before you looked back up at your brother.

“Remember that axe? With all the barbed wire around it? Bring that.” Smiling, he ran upstairs to gather his things.

Rolling your eyes, you had went to your room before opening your closet and bringing out a metal box, lock tightly in place. Biting your lip, you found the key in your back pocket before you brought it to the lock and unlocked it.

“Missed you, baby.”

———

When Dustin said that Steve was alone, you thought he meant alone, alone, but as you walked into Will Byers house, Steve stood in front of a teenage boy and a girl. Clapping his hands at them, you raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, no, that’s a no.”

“But we'd—”

“Max, enough.”

“You su—”

“You finish that sentence Lucas, and you’ll be in the corner.”

“You’re being a di—”

“Maxine!”

“No, he’s being a mom—”

“I am not, and we’re not—”

“Hey, guys. My sisters here.” Dustin spoke out to the group, watching as all eyes turned on you two before they suddenly went down and saw the axe in your hands.

“Looks like we’re going.” They said, sticking their tongue out at him.

———

“So, why are we here?” You questioned the group, axe flung over your shoulder as you walked with them to the Junkyard.

“Because, uh—”

“Because Dart ate Mews.” Dustin’s eyes widened as he turned to you, waiting on you to chew his ass out about how you were right that if he kept Dart, it’d cause some kind of trouble.

“Yeah, well, go figure. Didn’t really answer my question, though.” Bringing a cigarette to your lips, you lit it and looked at Steve.

“We’re going so we can find the damn thing—”

“Dart.” You and your brother had said.

“We’re going so we can find Dart, before he does anyone else any harm.” Shrugging, you stopped when you approached the place you’d been chatting about.

———

“Why isn’t it taking the bait?” Dustin questioned, eyebrow raising as you watched them stare at the scene unfold in front of you.

“Because it’s had that bait before, and it wants fresh bait.” Looking at your nails, you looked up when all eyes fell on you and you sighed. “Humans. It wants—you guys are so dumb, I’ll be back.”

Your grip tightened on the axe when you had jumped out of the bus and planted your feet on the ground, looking around for movement.

Dude, your sister is fucking crazy.” Max whispered, watching her as she spun her axe and looked around.

She’s amazing.” Two voices chimed in, instead of just one and Max turned around, watching as Steve’s face flushed.

“She’s amazingly…stupid for putting herself in this situation.” He nodded, looking back at Max. “You’re right.”

“Dude…”

Steve slowly turned to face Dustin and he smiled nervously before rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah, buddy?”

“Don’t tell me that you like my annoying sister.”

“Okay, I won’t tell you.”

“Steve—”

Before anyone else could say a word, they heard the squelch of your axe hitting into something soft, and then they heard you pull it out. They all turned around, looking at the demodog on the ground.

“You fucking disgu—”

“Behind you, idiot!” You heard your brothers voice and immediately turned around, axe making contact with the creature in the throat and you pulled your axe out, watching as it fell to the ground.

You slowly turned around, eyes locking onto your brothers and you’re sure he could feel how infuriated you were with this whole situation.

“Once I kill these things, you’re next, Dustin.”

———

Throwing your axe down, you breathed out slowly as you stretched your entire body. “It’s clear, come out.” Placing a cigarette in your mouth, you heard feet hit the ground, once, twice, and then a third time.

You turned around and smiled, sweat glistening your forehead and you took a puff out of your cigarette as you lit it. Eyes locking with Dustin, your smile fell and you walked towards him.

“Help? This is what you needed help for?”

“Listen, listen, it’s over now, so why kill me?”

“Y/N, come on. It was pretty awesome what you did, and he meant no harm—”

Immediately, you turn to him and poked him in the chest. “No. Harm? I could’ve died! You guys were all cozy and safe in that fucking bus, weren’t you!”

“Hey, in my defence, they wouldn’t let me come with you.”

“Yeah, well, why would you?!” Throwing your cigarette down, you had grabbed your brothers arm and start walking away. “We’re going home. Enough of this demon shit, Dustin. Enough—”

“He invited you because I’m a nervous shit, Y/N! I couldn’t talk to you so he told you to come with. This is all on me, not him. Don’t take it out on him.” Steve said, swallowing hard when you let Dustin go and your eyes met with him.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, come on, don’t make me say it.” Searching her eyes, he saw she actually had no idea what he meant and he groaned. “I like you! Okay? I like you, and it's—” he swallowed hard, “It’s bullshit, because you’ve never even noticed me. So I asked your brother for his help, because I’m horrible at it, now. You, you don’t even look at me at school, so yeah, this was the best option.”

Looking down, you turned away and started walking away. “Come on, Dustin. Let’s go.” You didn’t even turn back to look at Steve as he called your name.

———

AN: im not sorry for this, okay. please don’t try and kill me because of this bc i do love Steve, okay, JEEZ

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EDIT 15 December: Peep This Part Two, Sweetbean!
Who needs a bj? Masamuneitsuhide! Mitsuhide needs way more love in this fandom (and in the mouths that love him?) period. Someone on the SLBP Discord brought up this concept– I believe in discussing a request that had been made, this is not meant to directly satisfy that request or horn in on anyone else’s efforts, I just could not get the office better-than-an-old-fashioned (#officenewfangled?) out of my head, and I bipped this up in less than 24 hours because that’s how my brain lets me address my to-write list. WTF PSUEDOBRAIN.

Please enjoy, gentle readers! Hope everyone is having a wonderful almost-winter. Here in the midwestern US I sit green and hella jelly that friends around the country have snow and I’ve got exactly bupkis except frozen ground. I am drinking ALL the hot chocolate in protest in a move I am CERTAIN my health care provider would give me a thumbs up on.

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Knight in Shining Armour

Can I request a tony stark x reader? He rescues her from an attacker one night on his way out of a bar. She’s hurt pretty bad so he drives her to the tower to get cleaned up where she tells him that her attacker is her bf and she tried to leave him that night. Tony isn’t having it so he brings her home to pack her things while he stands over her in his suit to keep away her bf. He moves her to the tower, gives her a job and asks her out

Tony x Reader

Based on the prompt though I did take some liberties, I hope you still enjoy it Nonnie!

Warnings mentions of physical abuse, verbal threats and name calling, panic attack, swearing

WC 2520

AN I really hope that you enjoy this. It got away from me and it’s really long. Sorry (not sorry!)

You walked quickly, your hoodie pulled low over your head and your hands in your pockets.  Walking aimlessly, you weren’t sure where you were going to go but you refused to cry. You were done with crying; you were all cried out.

Because you weren’t watching where you were going, you bumped into what felt like a walking brick wall.

“Oof,” you let out.

Strong arms grabbed you to keep you from falling, “Oh, sorry,” came out a gruff voice.

“It’s okay,” you replied, looking up, gasping when you realized it was Tony Stark.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded. “Holy shit. You’re Tony Stark.”

He laughed, “That I am. And you are…?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” You thrust out your hand, awkwardly, to which he laughed again.

He looked carefully at your tear streaked face, “But seriously, are you okay?”

You sighed heavily. “Yes…no.”

He pulled you into a brightly lit coffee shop and sat you down. Here he would be able to see you clearly so you kept your head down.

“I’m going to order us coffee. Sit tight.” His tone left no room for argument.

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When the world is crashing, breathe. (Request)

Prompt: Can I request a Loki X reader where they are out shopping when she runs into her ex whom she hasn’t seen in 2 years? She is very uncomfortable and it prompts Loki to finally make a move? Maybe Loki remembering helping her through the heartbreak? Thanks!–Anonymous 

Note: Fluff, ex-boyfriend making rude comments

Pairing: Loki x Reader; Past Oc x Reader

Words:

Requested by: Anonymous 

Loki and (Y/N) were having fun for once. There was no missions, or no disasters happening that would ruin this perfect day together. They have been really good friends now for a while now, and they were very close considering he’s helped her through a lot, but she’s helped him through a lot more. “Thank you for coming with me today.” She smiles to him.

“Of course, I do tend to enjoy these small moments.” He comments as he looks around the stores throughout the mall. “Really?” She questioned when he nods. “Well pretty much the only other time I get to see you is whenever we are on a mission. That’s no fun.” His face crinkles in disgust causing her to laugh at his dorkiness.

“Well I enjoy our time together wherever we go.” She said causing him to roll his eyes. “Sentimental.” He comments when she leans against him. “So are you.” She resorts. “Never said I wasn’t.” He murmured, taking a drink of his coffee. It was in the colder seasons and Loki really enjoyed his coffee on day like these.

They had just walked out of a shoe department store, because after last mission (Y/N)’s shoes had been ruined. Loki had agreed to go with her and pick a new pair before the next mission. They were now headed for the food court, because they had been here for a little while and the thought of food made (Y/N) very happy.

“(Y/N)?” A voice called as (Y/N) froze. The thought of food was now in the back of her mind when she turns back to see her ex-boyfriend Tyler. “T-Tyler?” She asked when Loki looks back with his eyebrow quirked to the man in question.  “Oh my goodness it really is you.” He laughs as she nervously chuckles and Loki took immediate notice.

“Hey, what-what are you doing here?” She asked, rubbing the back of her neck. Loki remember that she only did that when she was really nervous, or uncomfortable. Loki frowned softly, watching as Tyler walked up to her before his eyes fell onto Loki when he nods. “It’s been a while.” Tyler comments, looking back to (Y/N) who nods.

“Two years.” She murmured when Loki watches them both before the memories of her sobbing over a boy named Tyler. He remembered having to calm her down, having to lay next to her for her to fall asleep and he remembered the anger towards this boy. He harmed his precious dove in ways that took forever to repair. He felt (Y/N) squeeze his hand.

“I can’t believe it’s you… Wow you look the same as you did. Maybe a little heavier.” Tyler comments when Loki had something that felt like rage suddenly pulse through him. (Y/N) quickly looked to the ground, stuttering out an answer, but she couldn’t think of any response. Loki gritted his teeth, because this was exactly what happened two years ago.

Loki knew immediately that it was the same boy who had done this to her when he stepped in front of her causing her eyes to widen. “I think it is best if you left her alone. After all scum shouldn’t really have a right to talk now should they?” Loki tilted his head as Tyler looked at him in shock. “Excuse me?” Tyler demanded in anger when Loki rolled his eyes.

“My little Dove doesn’t need something like you in her life to ruin what she has sout to fix. As the saying goes mirrors always remain broken.” Loki hissed when (Y/N)’s face heated up at him calling her doll. “You’d car for someone that messed up?” Tyler asked when Loki smiled. “No.” He murmured when (Y/N)’s heart clenched at his words.

Suddenly Loki turned to face (Y/N) who opened her mouth ready to tell him that no one would want her. That’s when he cupped her cheeks and smashed his lips against her own as everything stopped moving, time itself stopped moving. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she felt the coolness of his lips, but there was a warmth flooding through her chest.

When he finally pulled away as she was staring at him in shock, but his eyes never left hers. “I would learn to love whatever messed up things plague her. I would learn to help her through them, because love is something that takes time, takes courage.” He turned to face Tyler who was looking as shock as (Y/N) felt. “Something you don’t have.” He smirked.

Before Tyler could even respond Loki gripped her hand and pulled her down to the food court. (Y/N) seriously couldn’t wrap her head around what just happened as she glances back to Tyler before looking to Loki. “You just… You just killed me.” She pointed out when he looks back to her. “Yes, I did.” His voice was quiet when she noticed his off-set demeanor.

“Did you not mean to?” She questioned softly. “What? No, I… I did, but I didn’t want you to know.” He huffs when she smiles. “You… You mean you actually like me?” She felt this weird swelling effect in her chest when he looks back to her. “(Y/N), who was there to pick up the pieces that he left behind?” He demanded when she stopped for a moment.

Everything was coming into perspective, because he had always been there to pick up the broken mess called (Y/N). Every. Single. Time. He never questioned what happened, because he would just curl up beside her and hold her close while she sobbed into his chest. “Y-You…” She whispered when Loki gestured out in front of her.

“I don’t do that for just anyone my little dove.” He chuckled softly when she covered her mouth. “Oh my god… Loki, I’m so stupid.” She said in shock when he frowned, flicking her forehead. “You are not stupid.” He shot back when she rubbed her forehead. “I could have confessed earlier, but I wasn’t… I didn’t think I was stable enough for you.” He sighed.

“Loki, you’re the only one I want anymore.” She said, cupping his face when she smiles. “And… And what you did back there makes me only want you even more… If that were possible.” She laughs as he chuckles when they both smiles to each other before she jerks him into a kiss. He pulls her closer as they kiss when they finally pulled away, resting their forehead together. “Come on, I bet your starving.” He murmurs. “Yes, I am!” She exclaims, dragging him off as he laughs in happiness. There has never been two people more made for each other than the God of Mischief and (Y/N).

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Then Again, P5  Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s Note: Finally, the first Peter P.O.V. chapter! 

Thank you to everyone who liked the previous parts and to my new (and old) followers! I’m so excited to share the upcoming chapters where things get more intense. That being said, let me know what you guys think of this bit!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

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Then Again, Part 5:

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If I said that this was the worst week, and that yesterday was the worst day, of my life, I would be an absolute idiot. Of course it isn’t. But it does suck. It sucks a lot. A lot, a lot. The last few months have been pretty awful, but for some reason, this has been the worst week of them. 

Y/N is just so happy. It’s driving me nuts.

I blame it mostly on Halloween. If Halloween hadn’t happened the way it did, maybe everything would be different and the other things would matter less.

That night, Y/N and I were supposed to meet MJ and Ned at Ned’s apartment before going to Betty’s party. (Ned forced us into it, I didn’t really want to go in the first place.)

Anyway, Y/N came to my apartment first so we could walk to Ned’s together. Just as I answered the door, MJ sent something to our group snapchat. The little popcorn sound echoed between us as I let Y/N inside. I pulled out my phone.

“It’s from MJ,” I said, opening it.

MJ, dressed as someone from the 1700s judging by the bonnet, was perched on the back of Ned’s couch and holding a whip outside an open window; Ned was in the background, running toward her from the hallway. He was wearing an Indiana Jones costume and his signature Don’t you dare, MJ! face. 

I laughed.

“Look, MJ’s already tormenting Ned with his own costume,” I said, showing Y/N the picture before it disappeared.

“What?”

She looked at the screen and froze.

“It’s a costume party?”

I thought she knew, especially since Ned talked about it so much. I hadn’t planned a costume, but that’s because I was hoping if I showed up to Ned’s without one, he might tell me not to come at all. I guess it made sense though. I’d been wondering all week what she was planning to wear. I thought I even asked her at one point. Maybe not. Yeah. I wouldn’t have wanted her to think I was being weird.

“It’s not a big deal. I don’t have a costume either.”

She groaned.

“No, I should’ve paid more attention to Ned when he told me about it. I’ve been so… so out of it and distracted lately, and I can’t let him down like this. I know how much it means to him. I told him just an hour ago that I was completely ready for tonight. I can’t believe myself.”

I tried to console her a bit, make jokes and lighten the mood. But she was kind of right. Ned had been talking about it a lot and she had seemed pretty distracted the last couple weeks. Plus, we only had an hour before we needed to leave.

I remember wishing May were home. She would know how to help. But she must’ve been busy because she didn’t answer any of my texts.

As Y/N beat herself up for being unprepared, she kept pacing and wringing her hands. Then, she stopped.

“I always told myself I would never ask this,” she said slowly, “but Peter, can I… try on the suit?”

I always told myself I would never let my friends try the suit on. I didn’t want it to get complicated. I mean, once you get a hang of the suit, it’s kind of addicting.

In that moment though, I wanted to let her. She tends to get stressed when she isn’t one hundred percent on top of things and this was definitely one of those times. I thought it would help distract her while I came up with costume ideas. And maybe another reason I didn’t want to admit to myself yet.

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I let you try it out?”

She shrugged, the corners of her lips tugging upward. I smiled immediately, like a reflex. I could tell she was getting excited. Weirdly, I felt excited too. I told myself it was a reaction to feeling helpful.

“I just thought Ned said something about it once. Like you were overprotective of it or whatever.”

“Pff, no way.” I tried to be nonchalant. “Ned is always saying crazy things.”

That wasn’t true and we both knew it. Awkward things, occasionally. Crazy, not so much.

I dug the suit out of my bag and tossed it to her.

While I waited out in the living room for her to change, I heard a sharp thud from my room. I ran to the door.

“Uh, you okay in there?”

An oomf later, she replied, “Yeah. I just tripped a little. The suit’s fine! Hit my funny bone, that’s all.”

I let out a sigh of relief. Not for the suit, obviously. It can take a beating.

A minute later, she called my name. Her voice carried a distinct… reluctance.

Outside the door again, I offered up a, “Yeah?”

I know, I know. I’m an idiot.

“Um, how exactly does this work? I can’t figure out how to make it not so… baggy.”

“Hit the spider.”

“Hit… the spider?”

“Yeah. In the middle?”

She groaned and opened the door.

I had to shove down the laughter rising in my throat. She was in the suit and holding it up by the collar, clutching it to her chest. That was the first time I realized how short she is. I would notice it a lot more after this whenever she stood next to me, Ned, or better yet, MJ. Y/N is short enough to wear the suit and practically swim in it.

At that moment, Y/N was helpless.

“‘Hit the spider.’ Really? What does that even mean?”

Her confusion was amusing, but how could she not see the black spider symbol right under her hand?

“Ignoring how ridiculous you look, which, by the way, is off the charts ridiculous, it means,” I said, stepping forward. “Hit. The. Spider.”

I lightly punched the spider symbol, as if it was a fist bump.

Probably a stupid idea, seeing as it was situated sort of… right between her, um, breasts?

Makes sense that she screamed a bit.

“Jesus! Are you serious? More of a warning would have been nice!”

The suit can be shocking if you aren’t used to it snapping like that. I’ve gotta admit, I was not used to it snapping on her. On me, yeah. Of course. But on her… not at all. Luckily she was too engrossed in the suit to have noticed my expression. I remember thinking, it definitely doesn’t look so ridiculous on you anymore.

“Oh my God,” she muttered, looking at her arms as she turned them here and there. “This is so weird.”

She moved her shoulders a bit as if testing mobility, then her fingers, toes, legs.

“This is… the weirdest sensation. I can’t tell if I hate it or if I love it.”

Actually, that’s probably the best way to describe how I’ve been feeling since then.

That night, we never ended up going to the party. Y/N called Ned to explain that she didn’t have a costume and he immediately said it was alright if we didn’t make it. Something about, “MJ is already enough to handle at the moment.”

Instead, we stayed in and watched Lord of the Rings while Y/N kept experimenting with the suit. Testing different web shooters (she nearly destroyed my closet), watching Spider-Man Youtube videos in the mask and mocking my “poses” (for the record, I do not pose… as often as those videos suggest), and talking to Karen (they got on immediately). Once she started asking Karen personal questions, like her first one about me: “What does Peter talk to you about every day?” I decided it was time to end her Spider Time.

(Yes, I was worried Karen would tell her how often I talked about her - but to be fair, she is my friend. Obviously I talk to Karen about her a lot. I just couldn’t figure out why it was more than Ned or Aunt May or MJ. And Karen had plenty of ideas I knew she would love to tell Y/N about.)

“That’s enough! Karen, say goodbye now!” I hurried.

“Really, Peter? We just started a real conversation. You didn’t tell me the system was a person! I’ve been so rude - I’m so sorry, Karen, if I had known-”

“Come on,” I begged. “I’m being serious. I don’t want the suit to be a thing with everyone. Better to stop now, before you get… attached.”

“Attached?” The left eye of the mask widened to match her sarcasm. “Worried I’ll steal it and hide in a cave, stroking the fabric? My precious Spidey suit?”

“Very funny,” I said. “And you just said, ‘My,’ so clearly, you are being affected!”

I reached across, about to hit the spider, when I realized exactly what the suit would do if I did, and pulled back.

Not a good time to accidentally see her naked.

I swear, I didn’t mean to think that. But that idea - of one of my best friends, that way, in my room - took me off guard. Like a massive idiot, I jerked back too quickly. My ankle hit hers and she fell on top of me, simultaneously hitting the spider and setting off a series of awkward movements in which she tried to hold the suit together and I tried not to, well, see too much. (I saw a tiny bit, not going to lie.)

On the t.v., the Watcher in the Water began attacking Frodo, so the chaos of fiction and real life blended together in the worst way possible. The screaming from the movie made our own awkward grunts and “Sorry!”’s more intimate by contrast. Mostly it was just weird because she was practically drowning in the deflated Spider suit and as we moved against each other, trying to get off of each other, it wasn’t much of a barrier between us. Plus, the baggy mask on her face was a weird addition to the situation.

After untangling herself from me, she stood up gingerly and pulled the mask off. Her hair was a nest, a soft I-wish-I-could-reach-out-and-feel-it-moving-through-my-fingers kind of nest.

“D-do you mind if I change now?”

My mouth gaped. Here? Now?

“I mean, if I have to call May to escort you out, I do have her on speed dial.”

Without me here. Duh.

“Yeah. S-sorry. I’ll just, um, get up then.”

I must have looked like an idiot, staring at her from the flat of my back on the floor, practically spread eagle. Sliding past her to the door, I swear I noticed blush on her cheeks. Then again, my own face was burning. But then again, that was because I realized I liked her. Like really, really liked her. So maybe her blush meant she liked me too?

That was Halloween.

Six months later, that memory plays back almost every day. On top of six months worth of other memories. She’s there, in my head, all the time. Simple things, like her ridiculous victory dance when she wins Scrabble or her helping Aunt May make dinner (and when it comes to food, she helps a lot - in terms of taste and frequency) or even Karen telling me that she sent me a text, they all make my chest hammer. It’s the absolute worst, all variables considered.

I don’t know. This week has been weird. Seeing her so excited reminds me of how she looked trying on the suit which reminds me of everything else from that night and how I’ve never worked up the courage to just ask if it meant anything. Knowing that it’s way, way too late to ask now makes me a bundle of nerves and serious regret. Plus, her unguarded joy and enthusiasm itself…. It’s a lot to take in. Sensory overload or something. It’s like, I catch a glimpse of her teeth as she’s laughing and my brain spirals into One Hundred and One Ways I Could Make Her Laugh If She Was In Love With Me Instead or Ten Kissing Scenarios In Which She’s So Happy We Can’t Kiss Properly Because We’re Smiling Too Much. This week, these imaginary scenes keep getting out of control. It’s driving me nuts.

I need to stop thinking about her. It’s impossible when we’re always together, though. All of us. I can’t tell which is worse: when it’s just us, or when it’s us and MJ. And Ned, obviously.

So the last few days, I tried to keep a smidge of distance. Yesterday was particularly rough. Ned and MJ convinced her to skip a bunch of classes with them. They sent me dozens of snapchats, half trying to rope me in, half reporting on their adventures. (My favorite was when they nicknamed Flash an Ass-Hat Rich-Boy Bitch-Boy. Or maybe it was the video of Ned where he dissolved into a fit of laughter because he couldn’t say the phrase more than twice without messing it up.)

At the end of the day, because we all have Psych in seventh hour, I may have annoyed them by leaving that class early. I couldn’t help it. Y/N was so stupid crazy beautiful happy and it was agonizing to watch her scribble notes back and forth with MJ, her pen clicking in the almost dark as she did everything she could to not laugh and disrupt the episode of Mind Games playing on the screen. I had to get out of there before I got, like, a boner or something.

That was weird. And graphic.

God, it’s such a mess. I’m such a mess.

The point is, I need to stop thinking about her like that and just forget what happened yesterday and this morning and six months ago.

That being said, it’s not exactly easy when she’s been pissing me off the last few days. This stuff with MJ and Flash is starting to seriously eat away at me. Some of it isn’t her fault, and I’m trying to work through that on my own, but plenty of it is and I can’t tell if she even cares how I (or Ned) feel about it.

I hate these secrets.

Part 6

Next update: Friday, October 13

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carswell thorne and the ways he tells her ‘i love you’

i love you he murmurs appreciatively when he notices she had already woken up before him and made enough coffee for the both of them. he had never had a morning routine on the rampion before she had joined his crew for good

i love you? he asks sheepishly when his attempts to make some ‘upgrades’ to the rampion and ends up actually breaking it. cress just shakes her head and goes to call cinder but never stopped smiling (or making fun of him for it)

i love you he whispers, wrapping his arm back around her as she settled back into bed kissing her shoulder. he knew they had similar dreams about what had happened on luna and there wasn’t much he could do about it but when she turned back into his arms and her breathing evened back out he couldn’t help but feel like he mattered a bit

i love you! he exclaims in surprise when she says yes to his proposal. they had been dating for years now and clearly were never going to be with anybody but each other, but he still assumed he wasn’t good enough for her. he nearly fell jumping to his feet at the shock of her saying yes and went on to tell every single person they passed on the street that cress was now his fiancee

i love you he laughs as the two of them try to sleep on the same couch as the whole crew went to scarlet and wolf’s farm. winter and jacin had arrived first and got the bed and cress figured she was short enough to fit on the couch with him - they ended up with cress sleeping directly on top of him making the both of them try as hard as they could to laugh quietly so they didn’t wake everyone else up

December 17th: Blizzard

“It’s really coming down out there.” Alec mumbled, glancing over from his seat on the couch. He nursed a warm mug of tea as he watched Magnus work on a potion. After a long day of demon hunting, his body felt heavy with exhaustion, so a quiet evening away from the Institute was the best solution.

Magnus turned his head to look at him, “Perfect excuse for you to stay home tomorrow.”

Alec smiled tiredly at his husband, pulling the throw blanket around himself a bit more. The lights flickered the tiniest bit in the loft. Setting the mug down, he stood up and sat down behind Magnus, put his legs on either side of him, and wrapped his arms around his middle.

“You become decidingly more cuddly when you’re exhausted.” Magnus leaned back into him a bit, stalling his potion making for a moment.

“It was a long day. The demons didn’t care about the impending blizzard.” His forehead pressed into Magnus’ shoulder, content to remain as close as possible.

“I imagine they wouldn’t.” He hummed under his breath as he continued working on the potion, which contributed to the heaviness Alec felt in his eyelids. It only took mere seconds to fall asleep with closed eyes.

He awoke when Magnus nudged him gently with his elbow. “Go to bed, Alexander. I’m almost done here.”

Alec’s long limbs were uncooperative as he stood, stumbling a bit in his half asleep state. “Don’t leave me waiting too long.” He raked his fingers against the back of Magnus’ head affectionately before making his way to their bed.

Despite his resolve to remain awake until Magnus joined him, he dipped in and out of consciousness, the noisy pelting of the wet and heavy snow against the window waking him every once in a while.

He awoke again when warm, strong arms wrapped around him and a soft kiss was pressed to his chest.

“That was much too long.” Alec said with a yawn, blinking blearily at the brightness of Magnus’ bedside lamp.

“My apologies. Given the snores I kept hearing on and off, I figured you’d never notice.”

Alec grumbled, burying his face further into his pillow. Magnus reached up and smoothed his hair. “We’ll have all day tomorrow. I’m thinking a tropical day vacation to get away from the snow and cold.”

“That’s if I don’t get called into the Institute.”

“Already taken care of, Alexander. Isabelle actually gave me the idea when I was texting her just now.”

“Of course she did.” His tone was amused. His sister believed he worked too hard, while Alec believed that to be impossible

“So what do you say? Hmm?”

“Where did you have in mind?”

“Somewhere in the Caribbean, possibly. We haven’t been to the Bahamas in a while.” Alec listened to Magnus drone on about their options until he fell asleep, content to be anywhere as long as they were together.

Professor- Tom Hiddleston x reader. |Part 1|

I wrote this a long time ago, like around last year i think..there will be a part two.

Enjoy :)

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Tom sighs; grading papers wasn’t as easy; it was stressful. Most of the students taking this course had little to no idea what they were doing; it made him wonder exactly why they picked it in the first place. All except her, Y/N L/N his brightest student, whom has great knowledge on history. And he must say that she’s earned her A.

“Alright,” Tom says, leaning against the front of his desk, legs crossed at the ankles, surveying his class. “First off, I am very disappointed.  I thought you lot would’ve taken this paper seriously, after I put my heart out to teach you this, and you give me nothing but failure in return.”

From where Y/n sat, she could see the disappointment in his eyes as he spoke. His blue eyes shift across the class until they landed on her, lingering for a moment before he turns to the table behind him. “You’ll receive these at the end of the class.” He motions to the stack of papers, “In the meantime, open your books, we start a new chapter today.”

When the class came to an end, most of the students had left, the professor giving out the papers, the students either muttering their apologies or taking them with a shrug. “I must say you never cease to amaze me Miss L/n, top of the class as usual,” He smiles his brilliant smile, handing her the paper, ignoring the sweet chill that ran down his spine when her fingers brushed his, the girl smiles back, “Well, someone has to take this seriously professor,” Y/n lets her eyes wonder, watching the sun glow against his chestnut hair, his blue green eyes, to the stubble on his face. Tom clears his throat, awkwardly looking away from the young woman, who as of late, had been consuming is every thought. Especially the way her eyes would light up when he’d start teaching; she’d answer every question he threw, even if she didn’t know the answer.  “And I’m glad someone does, Now you should get to class – who’s class do you have now?” he raises his eyebrows, she blinks, pulling herself from the inappropriate thoughts swarming her mind, making her cheeks go red. “Uh…. Oh um…Mr. Hemsworth,”

Advanced Math.

“Well you better get going, knowing him, the goon isn’t going to wait up,” He says, showing her to the door. The two share a last smile, before she leaves. When he closes the door, he leans his head against it, clearing his thoughts.

_._

“What am I going to do? Chris she’s a student and yet I have feelings for her that I shouldn’t,” Tom runs his hand through his hair, his free hand holding his phone to his ear. He crosses the street, making his way to the one café that’s opened late on a Tuesday, hell bent on a cup of their strongest coffee. “Now Tom, there are some things that happens for reasons we know not. Maybe the universe is trying to tell you something,”

“Yes, it’s telling me that I need coffee and I have that I need to get home and watch the new episodes of Doctor who and Sherlock,” he says, listening to his best friends’ sigh through the receiver. “Don’t drown this out, talk to her—’’

“–And tell her what? I have some stupid school boy crush on her and the mere thought of her is driving me insane?”

“Well whatever works.”

He pushes open the door of the café, only for it to hit someone. “–Oh God, I’m sorry,” he says, quickly going over to the female who was holding her nose and stream of muffled swears coming from her mouth. “Chris I’ll call you back,” he hangs up, not giving the male time to answer. Tom places his hand on the girl’s shoulder, recognition flashing in her eyes as she looks up. “Professor….” She blinks, moving her hand from face, unaware of the blood coming from her nose. Tom leads her to the counter, repeatedly muttering his apologizes, “No… It’s fine, I wasn’t paying attention,” she motions to phone clutched in her left hand. He shakes his head, “Do you have a first aid kit?” his eyes shift to the green eyed girl behind the counter, staring at the blood on Y/n’s hand an dripping from her chin. “Don’t listen to him, I’m fine.” She grabs a napkin, putting it under her nose; the white was quickly consumed by the crimson. She turns around, making a zip to the bathroom.

After washing her hands and face, and holding her head back, she meets Mr. Hiddleston standing outside the door, with the most apologetic look she’s ever seen; kind of like a puppy after you’ve kicked it. “I’m fine professor, really, I stopped the bleeding.” She adjusts her black maxi dress, walking past him to a table, sitting while he walks to the counter to order the coffee. But he couldn’t help but let his eyes wonder over to her, watching as her dress slide up her thighs, revealing more of the black stockings she was wearing. Oh what he would do right now to rip that thing off and do what he likes. He takes the coffee to the table, resting the cup in front of her, she, raising a dark eyebrow. Tom chuckles, “I owe you, for hitting you in the face and all—again I’m so sorry,”

“You said that about fifty times, and like those fifty times I’ll say it’s fine,” she smiles, waving him off, Tom finds his eyes wandering down her neck, his mouth was suddenly dry as he looks over her s/c skin. Her h/c hair that she usually wears down was up and away from her face; in a perfect messy bun. She raises her cup to her full pink lips; Tom forces his eyes upward as Y/n begins talking. “So you come around here often Professor?” she asks, taking another sip of the black coffee, smiling at the man. Alex was actually impressed that she kept her cool and had not stuttered and blushed like an idiot. “Ah, yes. It’s usually where I clear my head, teaching isn’t as dandy as it seems,”                     

“And here I thought becoming a teacher was gonna be fun,” she jokes, the both of them sharing a laugh, “It’s not that bad you know Y/n, it’s actually quite fun on most days,”                                                  

“I’m sure it is professor—’’                                                             

 “—just Tom please, I get enough of that on campus.”

Y/n smiles over her mug, “I like the formalities, that word holds a lot of respect you know. Have you ever noticed that I never called any other teachers that?” She’s right, she’s never called another teacher ‘Professor’ it was always Mrs. or Mr.

Y/n watches the muscles in his jaw clench as he stared at her, she smiles, causing him to as well.  They talk for a while after, even forgetting their coffee, only realizing it went cold when Y/n took a sip and made a face. Though Y/n couldn’t stop the thoughts that ran through her head when her crush was sitting right in front of her, she had to keep telling herself that he was a teacher, her teacher who teaches History and by far the hottest guy at her collage. But liking her teacher could get her and him in serious trouble, one him losing his job, she wouldn’t risk his bread and butter, she isn’t selfish. She sighs disappointingly, looking at her now empty cup, “Are you alright?” Tom asks looking at her worriedly, hoping he hadn’t said something stupid. “Yeah, I’m fine, great actually. But I gotta get going; I have a lot of work to cover tonight,” she says getting up from her chair. Pushing it in, smiling at him, “Thanks for the coffee Professor, I enjoyed your company.” With that, she leaves Tom, sitting staring at his cup of half-drunk coffee, wondering why he didn’t tell her. Maybe the universe is mocking him for not taking Chris’ advice, ‘there’s always tomorrow’ Chris would say.

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Julerose

  • rose: juleka it’s like a bazillion degrees outside. don’t you think you should wear something more summery so that you don’t sweat to death?
    • juleka, lounging in the sun wearing all black, long sleeves, and jeans: what are you talking about it’s not even hot out
  • on her first day of school, juleka was sitting alone and not really talking to anyone because she was too shy. of course, rose saw this and was absolutely horrified. so she marched up to juleka, introduced herself, and announced that they were going to be best friends from here on out. 
    • rose always apologizes to juleka for coming on so strong the first day they met, but juleka thanks her for it almost every single day
  • juleka becomes rose’s makeshift translator because, when she’s overexcited, rose speaks so quickly that juleka is often times the only person that can really understand her. they’re working on the whole diction and breathing thing, she swears. 
  • rose is the one who gives juleka the idea to get a streak in her hair and they touch it up at rose’s house whenever juleka sees it start to fade. 
    • once she’s sure that her mother is okay with it, rose asks juleka to give her a pink streak in her bangs so that they’ll finally match. 
  • they do a color swap every friday because rose once suggested that juleka owned not a single shred of pink and juleka was offended because, hello, pastel goth is totally a thing who do you take me for, rose? 
    • the problem surprisingly comes in when juleka realizes that rose owns no black. nothing. not even black eyeliner. they had to go out and buy her things to wear. 
  • neither of them noticed when they started dating. they’re always so affectionate with each other – hugging and kissing and sitting in each other’s laps – that it never occurred to them to call what they were dating
    • it isn’t until adrien’s first week of school when he innocently asks if they’re dating that they both just shrug and say “yeah i guess.”
  • their dating means so much to everyone in their class. news of them dating actually starts this really charming chain reaction where everyone feels comfortable to come out to their class, and they both feel so honored to have helped people feel more comfortable with themselves. 
  • after juleka is akumatized, rose makes a promise that they’ll take a selfie together every day no matter what – even if one of them is sick, even if it’s just a screenshot on their phones while they’re FaceTiming. 
    • they keep it up long after they graduate from lycée, and it’s the single most precious collection of photos that either of them owns.

feel free to request any headcanons :)