i seriously hear this way to much

The Problem with writing multi-chapter fanfiction.

  • Person leaves kudos, never comments.
  • Person leaves comment on chapter one about how much they love it and are looking forward to reading more. You never hear from them again.
  • Person leaves comments over a span of chapters (be still my heart, seriously I love you) and then stops commenting somewhere in the middle.

Are you still there? Still reading? Did real life take over? Have I failed you in some way? Did it turn into absolute suck and you just didn’t have the heart to tell me?

Some Alternative Titles

Kingsman: The Golden Circle

Kingsman: How NOT to write a good sequel 

Kingsman: We literally and figuratively blew up everything good in this franchise 

Kingsman: That moment when you forget Eggsy has a family seriously where was his sister even his mom showed up for 5 seconds 

Kingsman: I wish I could have retrograde amnesia after watching this 

Kingsman: At least we got to see some good gadgets 

Kingsman: If those were real dogs we wouldn’t be so happy about their deaths

Kingsman: Roxy deserved better 


Kingsman: Charlie you twat 

Kingsman: If you loved the first movie, don’t worry, this has none of it

Kingsman: Discretion my ass 

Kingsman: Our flashbacks are in no way meant to show how deeply in love Eggsy is with Harry seriously no homo we swear 

Kingsman: It’s perfectly normal to preserve your mentor’s house as if he’s coming back any day now 

Kingsman: Thank goodness for fanfiction because I’m going to ignore everything canon in this movie and keep on reading fix-it fics 

The types as I’ve experienced them (me being an INFP)

Estj: So hardworking ALL THE TIME. Even when it’s something you hate doing you do it to the best of your ability. HOW??? Totally jealous of you beasts 🙌🏼

Istj: Not gonna lie, at first you guys scare me but once I get to know you, I find that you are truely a caring and genuine soul. When I need advice on something I go straight to you because your opinions rock

Esfj: COOL MOMS 😎I envy how you are so charming and smooth. Also your cooking is A+

Entj: You people can NEVER LOSE. Your attitude and amazing skills simply won’t allow it. Surprisingly we get along quite well. I don’t like taking leadership roles all the time so I love that you take the initiative so confidently

Isfj: I get along with you and constantly fight with you at the same time. But your sweetness always draws me back which leads me to believe we will be lifelong friends

Intj: tbh I find you silently condescending. But even that can be a positive trait (not that you need my encouragement you self assured megamimd you). If I find one I get along with, we have the most intriguing conversations to which I am a slave to

Entp: Ok firstly, I love you. You bring to life so many twisted ideas that I find so funny, random, and genius. And that’s what you are, a genius. I think you are honestly some of the most non-traditionally intelligent beings on this earth. Please continue to learn and share your knowledge/ideas with the world!

Intp: Ok it’s time I share a secret, I LOVE OBSERVING YOU! You are so funny in ways that you don’t intend to be humorous in! From my experience, you probably don’t realize how much people like you. You are totally likeable. (Also people love to hear all the random facts you tell)

Enfj: HOW ARE YOU SO DANG HAPPY ALL THE TIME?? Do you have a secret happiness elixir exclusive to enfj’s alone? But seriously, I know you are soft and hide a lot of hurt. It’s ok to get help from someone instead of always giving help. I love your sense of commitment and loyalty. We should hang sometime.

Infj: Ah yes the therapists and kind wizards from folklore. But you and I both know that you are just as clueless as the rest of us at times. Always has an answer to everyone’s problems but your own. Seriously though you are so much fun and I love teasing you in a sibling-like way

Enfp: Is it possible to not totally want to be your friend?? Even when I want to hate you I can’t. Tumblr makes you out to be on a constant acid trip but I know you’re way more down to earth than that. Don’t get me wrong, you are the craziest bunch of weirdos I’ve ever met but you have an incredible amount of understanding and wisdom that is unfortunately often overlooked

Infp: Ayyyeee my tribe! As an infp myself I recognize that we are SO FRUSTRATING TO GET TO KNOW. I see that in other infp’ as well. But I also see how we desperately want to be friends with everyone but our social energy and awkwardness makes it incredibly difficult. Once people get to know us they are blown awayyyyyy by how twisted and fun we can be ;)

Estp: Either you sleep for 0.63 seconds or 15 hours. In either case there’s a Red Bull in your hand. Also, please show me how you jumped over that park bench because I can barely even jump over a small pebble.

Istp: I don’t need to look at you to know that you are ultra hot. Your fingers are so nimble when you play guitar, and it’s really mesmerizing. Plus, please teach me how to be cool like you!!!

Esfp: I haven’t met too many of you, but you seem very opinionated and carefree simultaneously. Super talented and a go-getter (much to everyone’s surprise). I really do wish I knew more of you guys because I feel like we would really get along

Isfp: You guys also need to give me lessons on coolness!! Ugh you are “everything goals”. I love that everything around you creates some kind of reaction from you 😂 So soft but kinda badass too

Just a Push

gif by @tomshollandss isn’t it beautiful

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter thinks he has discovered the key to predicting his crush’s mood just by looking at her. It’s a completely harmless investigation, until someone stumbles upon his notes and delivers an ultimatum which threatens to expose him.

Warnings: none that I can think of

A/N: this was based on a stupid thing I told @thekillingquill and she said I should write a short blurb about it just because I’ve been in a slump. It’s literally the weirdest idea ever but here we are. She tricked me guys she bamboozled me into writing a full fic based off an offhand comment. She is devious, but I also owe her a huge thanks for beta-ing this and getting me out of my funk. Sorry if it’s not great friends

I present to you: ZipperFic version 3.01

{ Also: N.B. is used in here to denote the Latin phrase Nota Bene, which basically means take note <3 }

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anonymous asked:

Every time I hear people talking about love and stuff, Jikook comes to my mind lol Like, really, the way they look at each other is really something

FOR REAL THOUGH. like, the way that they look at each other makes me want to scream because that’s seriously what i imagine love looking like. they look at each other with so much care and it makes my heart so warm. and wowowow. 


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How NOT to Behave at Rehearsal

I’m in a new city, with a new performance crowd, and in a bunch of new ensembles. It’s opened my eyes to some habits that I had started to ignore at my undergrad. Stuff I had started ignoring as just character traits of people I’d performed with for years now leaps out as unprofessional behavior. A lot of it comes from adults long out of school, too, so keep that in mind when you start performing in the wider world!

Be early.  If you’re not at LEAST five minutes early, you’re late. I’d argue that ten to fifteen is better. Especially at the professional level, it’s expected that people are in their seats and ready to begin at the stated start time. Get to rehearsal early to get your stuff put down and socializing out of the way, so you’re not the reason the director is shushing people.

PRACTICE. I get that there’s eight MILLION things you have to practice for. However, you shouldn’t take a gig in the first place if you don’t have time to prepare it. Once you receive your music, make sure your parts are learned and ready to go for rehearsal as much as possible. Rehearsal is not practice - rehearsal is for polishing, not note plunking.

Keep snide comments to yourself. No one wants to hear your muttered “Seriously?” when the director tells you to do something. Eye-rolling at someone else’s biffed solo is a bad look. Just because the rehearsal isn’t living up to expectations doesn’t mean you should have a snotty attitude about it. The aloof, vocally annoyed person is just as likely to get dropped as the unprepared person. The well-prepared, cheerful person with a good attitude is going to get hired again, and complimented, and talked about to other people who run gigs.

Also: venting to other performers in the gig can be okay, but there’s a fine line between venting and badmouthing. Sometimes it’s better to say nothing at all to anyone at all related to the event - that’s why I recommend keeping some non-performer friends at all times.

Show the director respect. The director is the one in charge of the performance, for the most part. That means whatever happens is their responsibility, as long as the performers prepared and did their best. Having questions and comments in rehearsal is fine, just keep them polite and don’t interrupt others with them. Even if the director is completely wrong, it’s better to nod at what they say and then ignore them to do the part correctly than to get in an argument - it won’t reflect well on you.

Take the production seriously, not yourself. Unless you’re the only person in a performance, then the goal should be to make the entire production look good, not just yourself. Work for the greater good, not just your own. If you’re not the best person in the room (which you shouldn’t be!), then chill - your goal is to improve and grow and help make a good performance. That’s all you need to do. Laugh at your mistakes and move on, don’t stress and act embarrassed.

(If you’re absolutely sure that you’re the best performer in the room, take a step back and see if your ego is blinding you. If it isn’t, then you need to start auditioning for better ensembles - there’s always someone in the area better than you, and you should be working with them for your own growth.)

You’d be shocked at the way grown adults will act in rehearsal sometimes. It’s like people get it in their head that because they are a Professional and Very Busy that they have carte blanche to be rude or unprepared or whatever. Don’t turn into that! Every great ensemble I’ve been in has been great because people were kind, prepared, and ready to work. Aspire to be one of those people. You got this!


Summary: You are a well known female hunter who has always butted heads with the Winchesters in the past, especially Dean. Will this case go a different way when you see him in a more holy attire?

Pairing: Dean x Reader


language, sassy!reader, mentions of sex, smidgen of angst, is kissing a warning?

Song Insp; Steady as She Goes- The Raconteurs

*gifs are not mine*

Find yourself a girl and settle down

Live a simple life in a quiet town

Steady as she goes

Steady as she goes,’

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Dean groaned as he set eyes on you sat at the bar, glass of whiskey in hand as you laughed at some poor unsuspecting guys chat up line. Of course you were wearing those damn tight jeans along with that black leather jacket you had on last time him and Sam had bumped into you in another town a few years back. Now, that was definitely a memorable weekend.

“Earth to Dean?” Sam cleared his throat, pulling him out of his brother’s thoughts.

Dean rubbed a hand across the back of neck, turning his body away from the direction of the bar, silently praying that you hadn’t seen them. “Let’s just go somewhere else, there’s another bar just out of town.”

“Oh come on, she’s not that bad,” Sam countered and Dean threw him a blunt look.

“Yeah, she’s a ray of sunshine,” he let out a short unimpressed scoff, rolling his eyes at his brother. “Up until she takes over our hunts and then steals the damn credit for ganking whatever it is,” he grumbled, the distaste clear on his face.

Sam tried to hold in his laugh as you appeared behind Dean, a smug grin across your face having heard a good amount of what he’d just said.

“Damn, Dean-o. Way to break a girl’s heart,” you held a hand over your chest in mock hurt as Dean turned to face you, his jaw clenched in frustration. 

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anonymous asked:

eyyy I just want to start by saying holy wow I love this blog more than I love myself, but I did notice a lil something that sort of rubbed me the wrong way? It's just that in my humble, amateur artist opinion, you color John a smidge too dark? I apologise if this is too picky, but Anthony is a slightly lighter skinned Hispanic like myself and the representation (especially in such an amazing art blog like yours) would be awesome.

First off- thank you so much! We love hearing from you all! Even when we don’t post it know its being kept in our inboxes as inspiration to keep going. It’s seriously so wonderful to get messages like this ;; we both work really hard on the blog.

This is the pallet we use for John. Its only slightly darker but its a cooler tone which may read as a bit darker? We generally try to be as careful as possible when coloring so we don’t whitewash the characters.

Also note (this isn’t super related but I thought I would add it) the characters are only loosely based on the OBC and aren’t meant to directly reflect them because they aren’t their characters (we change up features and things too so you can distinctly know which character is which)

But of course we can add characters (like the therapist ect) who are lighter skin Hispanics for you too!

Between The Sheets

Here is part two in the “Our Girl” series.   

Read “Movie Night”

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (polyamorous)
Words:  1028

Warning: Smut, threesome, (no wincest, but it’s oh so hinted and I didn’t mean to…because I can’t…but it’s there…oh gosh…), anal, vaginal, double penetration

A/N: This is an open series. You can request things for it at any time. It’ll probably be open for a while, so request away!
A/N: If you want tagged in anything, just let me know. :)

        You could feel both of them surrounding you. Sam kissing across your shoulders; Dean kissing across your collarbone. Hands splayed across your stomach and back. You didn’t know where one of them ended and the other began.

           You sighed happily, letting your eyes flutter open. You looked down slightly to see Dean smirking at you, “Good morning, Sweetheart.”

           “What a way to wake up,” you smiled.

           Sam sucked a spot on the back of your neck just right, making you moan softly, “Thought you’d enjoy this.”

           You were putty in their hands and they knew it, “I’m a lucky girl,” you smiled, feeling them run their hands down your body.

           “Glad you think so,” Dean kissed your lips.

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Guardians of the Galaxy Preference How they react when you accidentally call them "Daddy"/"Mommy" in bed" (NSFW)

(WOOOOO OUR FAVS BEING NASTY XD YAAAASSS I LOVE ALL OF THEM XD More Human!Rocket :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Yondu-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d smirk and be oddly turned on by it despite not truly knowing the other meaning of it at first. Just from the way you moaned and gripped onto him gave him the idea that it was something kinky to say. The moment you’d come up with an explanation, he’d ask you without hesitation to repeat over and over for him and truly learn to love it. With a rush of adrenaline, he’d start to tease you with his words and pound into you harder than ever. “Daddy, is it? Is that what I am now? I didn’t hear you quite well…You’ll have to repeat yourself baby! Who’s fucking your pussy so good?!”

Peter-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d be confused but would take it as a joke and attempt to be humorous about it before keeping up with his pace. As you’d repeat it again, he’d truly be curious and ask you to explain why would you say such things. Once he finally gets it, he’d be oddly even more turned on and simply smirk looking down at you, as he’d go faster and harder to get you to say it over and over again. “Issues? What? I don’t know you said “Daddy” so I completed the rest, I guess…No seriously,Y/N what do you mean by that? Oh…Well thanks…Carry on then…”

Drax-The first time he’d hear you calling him "Daddy” in bed, he’d be appalled and would stop his thrusting to look at you in utter confusion. He wouldn’t understand as to why you would ever call him that way and start to ask you what was going on through your mind to say such things, surprising you with how much self-control he has but you having to beg him to get back to it. “What? Daddy? Y/N, why would you call me that…This isn’t right…In fact it is straight up wrong, I am not your father and you know it! That is impossible…Oh don’t say it again and beg like that…”

Rocket-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d laugh mischievously and would love it so much, he’d let out a loud growl of satisfaction. He’d find you loosing control to the point of moaning it out of relief to be so satisfying, he’d let it all go to his head and wouldn’t shy away from turning you over to give you a hard slap just to claim out loud that you are truly his, letting everyone on board know what’s happening. “Yeah! That’s right, Y/N! That’s what I wanted to hear! Say it again! Call me Daddy! Louder! Say Daddy again but louder!”

Gamora-The first time she’d hear you calling her “Mommy” in bed, she’d burst out laughing, not understanding as to why you would call her that and actually end up making you laugh as well. As you’d both calm down, she’d look at you with a hint of amusement and ask you what was the meaning of calling her that way, only to get confident about herself as she’d finally understand your reason. “What? Mommy? Are you serious?! Y/N you have to be kidding me! But seriously Y/N what was that for…I don’t get it…Oh so that’s why…Then why not…”

Nebula-The first time she’d hear you calling her “Mommy” in bed, she’d be so revolted and wouldn’t understand as to why you would say such things. She’d stop you and grab your cheeks to make you look at her in the eyes as she demands answers from you, making you have to explain through your breathless voice what the whole idea and kink of it was. “Mommy?! Why would you say such thing? I am not your mother! Y/N, I demand an explanation for this, now! Or else you can count me out!”

Mantis-The first time she’d hear you calling her “Mommy” in bed, she’d be genuinely confused and wouldn’t understand what was going on for you to say such things. In the moment, she’d stop everything and touch you to read your feelings and thoughts to try and figure out on her own as to why you called her that way, not letting you say anything as she’d always cut you off. “Wh-what? Y-you see me as a motherly figure? Then how come we are? Wait! Give me your hand! How is that even possible?!”

Kraglin-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d be as surprised as he would be flattered by it and would take a moment to appreciate it. He would’ve known about the idea of it from brothels and such, hence the moment you would refer to him that way would only make him slow down his pace to pound into you hard as he’d smile at you and thank you for it. “Y/N? Did you just call me Daddy?…Ooh that’s nice…I-I like that…I like that a lot…I can go by that…So that kinda makes you my baby girl, right…Nice…”

Ronan-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d be shocked and wouldn’t understand as to what was going on with you to say such things. He’d put a stop to everything and pull out, asking you in a worried and confused tone if you were feeling alright. As you’d explain it to him as best as you could, he’d find it to be a strange custom but accept it as he somehow understands it. “Daddy? Isn’t that a term used by children to refer to their father’s? Why would you call me as such, Y/N? Oh…Terran’s are truly strange…but if it is your custom then I shall respect it…”

Stakar-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d smirk and nod in agreement with you as he’d keep a steady pace with his thrusts. He’d enjoy the way you moaned it so loudly so much that he wouldn’t deny it at all and would actually incite you to repeat yourself just for him, all while making sure you’d keep looking into his eyes by cupping your cheeks with one hand. “What was that? Did you call me Daddy? Yes, that’s right…That’s right i’m your Daddy…I’m your Daddy, Y/N…Look at me…Look me in the eyes and say it again…”

The Collector-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d be touched and his eyes would light up in amazement. He’d instantly get feeling that you truly meant it in a loving/romantic way and would love it so much, he’d actually melt in your arms and hug you tightly. He’d end up pampering you even more and grab your hands to hold them as he kisses you all over, asking you what he should be doing for you. “Goodness…Did my princess just called me Daddy? She did, didn’t she? How sweet of you…Is there anything that Daddy can do for you…”

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Give Me One-Hundred Percent

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Reader, Pepper, Steve

Warnings: Sub!Bucky (if you squint), smut, swearing, hair pulling, metal ahnd use

Summary:Based off of this gif ;)

Word Count: 1284


Originally posted by fvckmxk

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A Family Friend

A work based on @directium‘s Teenage Dadvid!AU

Read the whole series on AO3

Summary: When Gwen got paired with the weird teenage dad for their history project, she didn’t know what to expect. Who could have guessed he would end up being her best friend?

Word Count: 5983

Gwen had only been at this school for about a month, but she didn’t like it much. It wasn’t necessarily any worse than her old school, but it wasn’t any better, either. At least at her old school, she still had her friends.

Her new friends weren’t bad, though. Well, maybe “friends” was too strong a word; she didn’t really know them that well, and she got the feeling that theirs was only a temporary sort of acquaintanceship. They got along fine during school hours, but she couldn’t really see them hanging out a couple years down the road.

Take Jen, for example. Gwen had met her in the history class they shared. They got along well enough; they both loved fashion, and gossip magazines, and trashy reality TV shows. But beyond that, there wasn’t much. Not enough to form a long lasting friendship. Still, she enjoyed hanging out with her, just chilling at lunch or exchanging snarky comments in class.

This particular class, they were being assigned a project. It was stupidly simple: make a presentation about whatever president you thought was the most influential. The teacher paired them up, to “lighten the load” or whatever. He sat at his desk, reading off the list of names. “Kate and Lisa. Jen and Daniel. Michelle and Gina. Gwen and David…”

Gwen stopped listening after that. David… which one was he again? She twisted around in her seat, scanning the room and trying to find a face to the name. A boy with reddish-brown hair caught her eye, flashing her a big smile. That would be him, her mind supplied. She’d never talked to him before; he seemed nice enough, though. Maybe a bit of a goody-two-shoes, but at least she wasn’t getting stuck with one of the idiotic assholes who drew dicks on the desks in the back of the room.

The teacher spent the last fifteen minutes of class explaining what he expected from them in far more detail than necessary, not that Gwen was listening. She stuffed her books into her bag, ready to leave the moment the bell rang. She had lunch next, and damn was she ready for a break. Luckily, this teacher wasn’t one of those horrendous “the bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do” jerks, so she was out of her seat the second she heard the bell.

“So you got paired with David, huh?” Jen said as they left the room. “Tough luck.”

“Why?” Gwen was confused at the sympathy in her tone, but then a spark of excitement struck up inside her. “Is there something wrong with him?” She always loved a good piece of gossip.

“I don’t know about wrong, per se; he’s just weird. He doesn’t really have any friends.”

So he was an outcast. There could be some drama there. “Why’s that?”

Jen shrugged. “Probably because he spends too much time taking care of that kid of his.”

Gwen stopped dead in her tracks. “He has a kid?” She half-twisted around to try to catch a glimpse of him as he left the classroom. He’d always seemed so mild-mannered and polite, definitely not the type to have a baby so young.

Jen nodded, pulling her arm to get her moving again. “It was a whole big thing that happened freshman year. I’m kind of surprised you didn’t hear about it already. Totally normal school year, nothing weird, nothing suspicious; we have a couple days off for Thanksgiving, and David comes back to school on Monday with a baby.”

“Whoa.” That was something she didn’t see coming. “So who’s the mother?”

“No one knows.”


“A bunch of kids have asked him, and I think Daniel even tried to steal his phone once to go through his texts, but he won’t say. And trust me, we’ve tried to figure it out ourselves. No dice. There were, like, one or two upper classmen who were pregnant at the time, but they didn’t have their kids until way later in the year.”

“Someone from a different school, then?”

“Must be.”

Gwen shook her head half in disbelief, trying to get used to the idea. “That is not something I would have expected.”

“It’s not something anyone expected,” Jen said. It was all the school had talked about for months after it had happened. “This is seriously the first you’re hearing of this?”


Jen hummed for a moment as she thought it over. “Well, I guess people don’t talk about it so much anymore.”

“That sucks,” Gwen sighed. “I want to hear about this shit.”

“Why don’t you ask him about it?”


“You’re going to have to spend at least some time with David to get this stupid project done. Have him tell you about it then.”

“Do you think he would?” It seemed pretty personal, not the kind of information you’d hand out to a total stranger. Which, now that she thought about it, might be why he hadn’t really told any of the other kids anything.

“I don’t know. Aren’t parents always looking for excuses to brag about their kids?”

“I mean, I guess.” It was a little different than bragging, though.

Jen gave her a look that was borderline condescending. “You know I’m right. Just ask him. What’s the worst that could happen? He says no? Doesn’t want to talk to you?” She shrugged nonchalantly. “Not exactly a catastrophe. Now hurry up so we can get to the cafeteria already; I’m starving.”


The soonest Gwen managed to catch up with David ended up being just before their next history class. He was already at his desk when she came in, doing what looked like math homework.

“Hey,” Gwen said as she stopped next to him.

“Hi, Gwen,” David greeted brightly, looking up at her with a smile. “What’s up?”

“We need to find a time to work on this project.” It was due on Monday, after all. Not a whole lot of time to work, but then again, it seemed like the sort of project they could bang out in a couple of hours, so she wasn’t concerned. “Are you free after school?”

David shook his head, smile morphing into an apologetic half-frown. “I wish I could, but I have work.”

“How about this weekend?”

He thought for a moment. “Uh, yeah, I think that should be fine,” he said, though he didn’t sound very certain.

“Great. Saturday? My house?”

“Um, are you sure we couldn’t do it at my house? Or at, like, the library or something?”

“I don’t know my way around that well yet,” Gwen said with a small shake of her head. “Just come to mine, it’ll be easier.”

David bit his lip, looking a little uncomfortable all of a sudden. Gwen watched him fiddle with his pencil, and her eyebrows drew together in confusion. “What?”

“It’s just that I’d have to find someone to watch Max, and…”

He trailed off, and Gwen decided to take advantage of the moment to do a little digging.“Max is your son, right?”

David nodded. “His daycare isn’t open on weekends, and the last time I tried to get a sitter he was an absolute nightmare.” He sighed before continuing, talking to himself more than Gwen. “I guess I could try leaving him with Mrs. Duka again, but he won’t like that at all. Oh, that’s not a tantrum I want to deal with.”

“Why don’t you just bring him with you?”

“What?” David asked, attention snapping back to her. He looked almost shocked, as if he couldn’t believe she would suggest something like that.

“Bring him with you. I don’t mind.” Truth be told, she was actually pretty curious; to the rest of the school, David’s kid was old news, but this was the first she was hearing of it—old drama could still be good drama. Besides, no one had ever figured out who the kid’s mother was. It was almost guaranteed that Gwen wouldn’t know her, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t at least try to find out who it was. Maybe if she charmed him enough he’d spill.

“No, I couldn’t. Max is a handful, and he’s always making messes; I don’t want you to have to put up with that.”

“Bring him anyway; I want to meet him.”

“I—really?” His eyebrows drew together in confusion, and honestly, was it really so inconceivable that someone else was interested in his kid?

“Sure, why not?” Gwen didn’t exactly love kids, but she’d live if David brought his for one afternoon.


“Okay. See you Saturday. Maybe around one?” she said, writing her address down on the top of David’s paper.

“Yeah, see you Saturday,” he echoed bewilderedly as he watched Gwen walk back to her desk.


David stepped off the bus with Max in his arms and started walking towards Gwen’s street. Thankfully Max hadn’t been too difficult so far, but David didn’t expect his good mood to last.

“Remember, Max, we’re going to be on our best behavior today. So that means no screaming, no throwing things, and you’re going to listen to me, okay?”

Max gave a sharp kick to David’s side. “I wanna walk,” he whined.

David sighed. “If I let you walk, will you promise to behave?”

Max nodded, his curls bouncing adorably. David doubted that he actually meant it, but let him down anyway. There was no real reason not to let him walk, and besides, it’d let him get at least some of his energy out.

“No running, now, alright?” David told him, so of course the first thing Max did once his feet hit the ground was take off sprinting. David rolled his eyes and sped up a bit, watching Max carefully to make sure he wasn’t about to go somewhere he shouldn’t.

Max stayed on the sidewalk, but David should have expected that that was where his cooperation would end. Soon enough, Max had reached the curb. He stopped for a moment, like he was trying to figure out where to go next. “Wait for me there,” David called to him. Max, however, had other plans, turning the corner and starting to run again.

“No! Max!” David yelled after him, Max’s mischievous laughter drifting back to him. David upped his pace to a jog so he could catch Max before he got too far away. When he rounded the corner and saw Max toddling wobbily down the street, clearly pleased with himself, he let out an amused sigh before resuming his jog.

David caught up to him with a play-roar. He grabbed Max around the waist and pulled him back against his chest, leaning in to blow a raspberry on his cheek. Max giggled, batting uselessly at David’s face and trying to squirm away. He twisted around to face David with a smile. David smiled back affectionately and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead. “Come on, little monster,” he said, standing up. “We need to go this way.”

David took his hand and started to lead them back in the right direction. He had to slow his pace considerably so that Max could keep up, but that was nothing new. “So what do you want to do after Daddy’s done with his work today?”

“Get ice cream!” Max shouted, looking up at David with a wide grin.

David gasped, pretending to be shocked. “Ice cream? In March?” Granted, it was a pretty warm day for March, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun with his kid about it.

Max nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah!”

“No, we couldn’t.”

“But I want it,” he pleaded, putting on the puppy-dog eyes he knew David was weak for.

David tried to find the willpower to resist, but it was no good. “Okay,” he eventually relented, “but only if you’re super good today. Deal?”

Max’s grin was back as he nodded in agreement, and David couldn’t help but smile in return. The kid was just too cute for him to handle, sometimes.

When they reached Gwen’s street, he started scanning the house numbers. He found Gwen’s easily enough, not too far from the street corner. The second he stepped onto the front path, however, Max changed his mind about their outing. He’d been fine with it when they left, but now he lagged as far behind David as he could. David had to practically pull him up the steps; Max dug his heels into the ground, but it did very little good.

Safely on the top step, David released Max’s hand, and he immediately latched on to his pant leg. As he pushed the bell, chimes echoing throughout the house, he felt the kid press his face into the backs of his knees. He gave his head a gentle pat, listening to the quiet thump of footsteps approach the door.

The door swung open, and David flashed Gwen a smile. “Hey,” he said. “Sorry we’re a little late.”

Gwen rolled her eyes. “Barely. It’s only been, like, six minutes.”

David shrugged. “I like to be on time.”

She was about to wave him inside when she noticed the little boy watching her from behind David’s legs. She put on a friendly smile, leaning down a little so she wouldn’t tower over him quite so much. “You must be Max.”

“Oh, yeah!” David said happily. He stepped to the side and crouched down, placing a hand on the boy’s back to gently push him forward. “Max, this is my friend Gwen,” he introduced her. “She’s the one who invited us over today.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Gwen said with a sweetness that did not come naturally to her, taking a moment to really take in Max’s appearance. She had to admit, he was pretty cute. He didn’t look anything like David, though. The only feature they shared were the green eyes, but even then, the shades were nowhere near similar.

Max stared up at her, looking almost angry.

“Say hello, Max,” David gently instructed. When he didn’t listen, David took on a firmer tone. “Max.”

“Hi,” he eventually mumbled, leaning into David’s side.

David rubbed his back a bit and smiled up at Gwen before standing back up. She took that as the cue to move things along. “Well, come on in,” she offered, moving out of the doorway so that they could pass.

“Thanks,” David said, taking Max’s hand and leading him inside. “Should we take our shoes off?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

He considered it for a second, glancing down at Gwen’s socked feet, before kneeling to untie his sneakers. “Take your shoes off, Max.”

Max stomped his foot. “I don’t wanna,” he protested.

“Remember what we talked about? Best behavior.”

Max huffed, crossing his arms and pouting. David pulled his own shoes off and debated what to do with Max. Normally, he’d insist he take his shoes off, which would undoubtedly lead to a tantrum. At home he could deal with that, but he didn’t want Gwen’s first impression of his kid to be a screaming, screeching mess.

After a moment, David decided the best thing to do would be to take Max’s shoes off for him. He reached over and pulled up the velcro straps on the boy’s tiny sneakers. Max didn’t seem particularly happy as David lifted his legs to pull off his shoes, but he didn’t fight it either.

Gwen watched them together; it was a little weird. She couldn’t even picture herself taking care of a younger sibling like that at this age, let alone a kid of her own. She elected not to comment on it. “We can work in the dining room,” she said instead, leading the way.

She and her family were mostly unpacked, but there were still a few boxes hanging around that they hadn’t gotten to yet. The dining room was the cleanest room they had at the moment, not a box to be seen. Gwen sat down on the far side of the table, where she had her notes and textbook waiting to be used, and David sat opposite her. He pulled his own books and a laptop out of his bag, which he left open on the floor.

Max followed David into the room, hovering beside his chair. He looked like he didn’t really want to be there.

“Think you can play quietly for a bit?” David asked him. Max could be a little unpredictable in the ways he played—sometimes he was a tornado of energy, screaming and running and damaging furniture; other days he was content to sit on David’s lap and pretend to work like him.

Max nodded as he dug through David’s bag, pulling out a plastic dinosaur and a toy car. David studied his the toys he choose with the slightest bit of a frown. He’d probably be quiet enough, but if he was playing with his car he’d be all over the place; he’d have a hard time keeping an eye on the kid and getting his work done at the same time.

Luckily, he’d had quite a bit of practice with this sort of thing. It was how he worked at home, glancing up every couple of minutes to make sure Max didn’t leave the room or accidentally tip anything over.

It was no small relief to him that Max never strayed too far. He stayed on his side of the table, crawling underneath the chairs but never going more than a few feet away. From what he could tell, Max was having his car be chased by the dinosaur—why, he had no idea. But Max seemed entertained enough, and the only noise he was making were quiet vroom sounds, so he supposed the particulars of what he was playing didn’t really matter.

David looked up at Gwen with a bright smile, pen tapping on a clean sheet of paper, ready to start writing. The fact that he was so eager to work actually pissed Gwen off a little. Seriously? she thought, raising an eyebrow. David just smiled wider.

“Anyway,” she said, pulling over her textbook and flipping to an appendix in the back. “First things first: who are we going to do this on?” She glanced over the list of presidents, not that she really remembered who had done what.

David followed her lead, turning to the same list in his book. “Well,” he said, “there are a lot of obvious ones: Washington, Lincoln, FDR… Do you care if we end up doing someone a bunch of other groups have done?”

“I literally could not care less.”

He nodded, quickly glancing over at his son before turning his attention back to the book. “In that case, maybe FDR? There should be a lot to work with.”

“Sure. Whatever.”

“Do you want to start with a short biography?”

“Do we have to?” she almost whined.

“I think so,” David said as he opened up a new slide show for them to work in.

“Fantastic,” was her flat reply, skimming through the later pages of the book to find the right chapter. David gave her a half-smile and did the same.

They were able to get through a decent portion of their project before Max started acting up, kicking the legs of David’s chair. “Stop that, Max,” he said without looking up from his laptop. Max made a frustrated sound, but didn’t stop. “Max,” he warned, but the kicks continued. He looked down at the kid, face displeased and voice firm. “Max, I said stop.”

Max’s face scrunched up, and David could tell that he was just moments away from a tantrum. He’d been so good today; what happened? Wait… shit. David glanced at his watch and nearly groaned. It was 3:34. How could he have been so stupid?

“Sorry, he’s just a little cranky,” David explained, mentally berating himself. “I usually would have put him down for his nap half an hour ago.”

It was a little weird to hear him talk like that; to watch him switch from (mostly) normal teen to father in the blink of an eye. As far as Gwen was concerned, nap times were things that adults worried about, not people her age. But somehow, it seemed natural for him to be acting like that.

Well, if David could be mature, so could she. Max needed a nap? Why not just let him take a nap? “He can sleep in my room,” she offered.

David shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I’d rather have him where I can keep an eye on him, anyway; he gets into trouble a lot.” Leaning down on his chair, he grabbed Max around the waist. “Come here, li'l monster,” he growled playfully, scooping the kid up onto his lap and planting a kiss on the top of his head.

Max squirmed a bit, but didn’t otherwise fight him. His eyelids were drooping as he looked up at David. David smiled, brushing some of the hair out of Max’s face. “It’s nap time for you, mister,” he said, gentle but firm.

Max whined, putting on what David was starting to think of as his signature pout. “Not sleepy,” he objected drowsily.

David chuckled a bit. “Too bad,” he said, pulling Max in to lean against his chest. He ignored the kid’s continued whining, switching his focus almost entirely back to his work. He did start lightly rubbing Max’s back, though; within minutes, he was asleep.

Gwen watched them over the top of her textbook. With Max asleep, it was the perfect time to ask some questions. After all, the main reason she’d wanted David to bring Max over here was so she could figure out who his mom was. But something was holding her back. Against all her expectations, she was starting to like David; he wasn’t that bad of a guy. A little weird, sure, and way too enthusiastic about everything, but he was nice. All of the things she wanted to know were extremely personal, and she was feeling a little bad about asking him to tell her all of that.

Her curiosity won out over her guilt. “So I gotta ask… Max’s mom…?”

David sighed; he’d expected the topic to come up sooner or later—it always did. He’d lost track of how many random kids at school had come up to him and demanded he “tell them everything,” just wanting something else to add to the rumor mill (and yes, he knew all about the rumors, and the gossip, and the wild speculations). He usually deflected, or shot the question down with a simple “that’s not really any of your business.” But Gwen was different; he liked her. He could easily see them becoming friends, which is something he couldn’t say for anyone else. He wanted to be open with her. “Honestly, I don’t know.”

“You… don’t know?”

David shook his head. “I don’t know who either of his birth parents are.”

“Birth parents?” The look on Gwen’s face was one of confusion, shock, and maybe a little horror. “I’m sorry, did some crazy agency seriously let you adopt a kid when you were fourteen?”

“No, it wasn’t like that.” David’s heart twinged painfully, the same way it did every time he thought about that night. He wrapped both of his arms around Max, hugging him close. “I was walking home from school one night and I found him. In a dumpster. His parents had thrown him in there and left him to die.” His throat started closing in on itself and he swallowed thickly, pleading with himself not to cry. “I know I should have taken him to the police or something, gotten him placed in foster care, but… My own parents gave up on me when I was ten. I know what it feels like to not be wanted by anybody. It’s kind of hard to explain, but I couldn’t be yet another person to just pass him along before he was even a week old! I couldn’t set him up for that sort of life.”

Gwen was at a loss for words. “Wow,” she whispered. What else was there to say to that?

David sighed again. “I know it probably doesn’t make much sense, adopting some random kid when you’re barely older than a kid yourself. But I just couldn’t do that to him, you know?”

Not really, Gwen thought, but nodded anyway. “He seems like a good kid,” she said after a while, uncomfortable with the silence.

David let out a short laugh. “You’re just lucky you caught him on a good day.”

“Oh?” Gwen said, raising an eyebrow in an open invitation for elaboration.

David gave her a half smile. “There’s a reason I call him ‘monster.‘”

“Do tell.”

“I would, but I’m pretty sure that would take the rest of the afternoon.”

“He’s that bad, huh?”

David shrugged. “I’d like to say it’s just the Terrible Twos, but he’s been fussy for as long as I’ve had him.” David’s eyes went soft, looking down at his son. “Still,” he said quietly, “I can’t say I’ve ever regretted it.”

They were silents for a few moments before a new question popped into Gwen’s head “Sorry, it’s just… why keep it some big secret?”

He looked back up at her, confusion evident. “What do you mean?”

“You could’ve just told everyone that you found him instead of, like, making it seem like you were trying to hide something. You wouldn’t’ve had to deal with everyone asking all the time.”

David took a second to choose his words. “Max is going to feel bad enough knowing that he was abandoned. He doesn’t need other people to make him feel bad for it, too.”

Gwen went quiet; she hadn’t thought of it like that. It was so easy to forget that kids were people, too. What must it feel like to know that your parents had literally thrown you out? She could imagine all of the gossip the story would spark, and poor Max would be the one to suffer most from it. It seemed almost noble for David to be shielding him from all of that.

Max was asleep for about an hour. He was a lot more subdued when he woke up, sitting quietly on David’s lap and watching him work. Every so often he would point at something on David’s screen, demanding to know what it was and what David was doing with it. Gwen smiled as she listened to him try to explain US history at a level a two-year-old could understand.

Eventually the little boy started getting antsy, so David put him down again. He reached into David’s bag and pulled out a pad of paper and a box of crayons, sitting down under his chair to draw. David watched him for a moment to make sure he was settled before turning back to Gwen so they could finish up their work.

They were just putting the final touches on it when Gwen heard the front door opening. “I’m home,” her mom called, coming up the all.

“Hey, Mom,” she called back.

Her mom came closer, turning the corner to peer into the dining room. She had her mouth open, ready to say something, but stopped when she saw David. “Oh, hello. You must be David. It’s nice to meet you,” she said, reaching out to shake his hand when she spotted Max sitting under David’s chair. “And who is this?” she cooed, bending over to smile at him. “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing?” Max stared back at her, pouting grumpily.

David grinned. “This is Max,” he told her before leaning over a bit to catch Max’s eye. “You want to come out and say hello?”

Max stayed put under David’s chair, eyeing the woman warily. She looked like one of those women who always came over and pinched his cheeks whenever David took him out somewhere. He hated having his cheeks pinched.

David gave her an apologetic look. “Sorry, he doesn’t like meeting new people that much.”

“Oh, you don’t have to apologize. I remember those days well enough from when Gwen was little.” She ignored her daughter’s spluttered “Mom!”, continuing as if nothing had happened. “It’s so sweet of you to be taking care of your little brother for the day.”

Gwen winced, but David was unaffected. Enough people had made the same mistake that he’d gotten over the awkwardness of the situation a long time ago. “Actually, Max is my son.”

“Oh,” she said, taken aback. “I’m so sorry. I-I just assumed…”

David smiled reassuringly. “It’s alright. I know it’s a little weird for someone my age to have a kid.”

She cleared her throat awkwardly, wracking her brain for something to say. “He’s adorable,” she eventually managed.

“Thank you.” David’s smile never faltered. Gwen’s mom gave him a small nod before retreating into the kitchen. He watched her go before turning back to Gwen, still smiling. She opened her mouth to say something, apologize maybe, but David lifted his hand to stop her. It’s fine, he managed to say without speaking.

Gwen nodded absently, turning her gaze down to the table. She felt bad, even though she told herself she shouldn't—David wasn’t upset, she hadn’t been the one to make the mistake, there was no way her mom could have known; it didn’t matter. The silence between them stretched on, and Gwen hated every second of it.

“I’m thinking spaghetti for dinner tonight,” Gwen’s mom called from the kitchen after a few moments.

“Sounds good,” Gwen called back. She glanced up at David, and suddenly it seemed a little rude to be talking about this in front of him just as he was about to leave. “Do you want to stay for dinner?”

“No, that’s okay; I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“It’s no imposition,” Gwen’s mom quickly assured him, trying to make up for her gaffe.

“Believe me, it is. Max is very picky; half the time I can’t even get him to eat anything at home. It’s very nice of you to offer, but it’ll be easier if we just go.”

“Are you sure?” Gwen asked, feeling almost disappointed.

David nodded. “Thanks, though.”

He saved the slide show one last time before closing his laptop, sliding it and his books back into his bag. He leaned over to look at Max, telling him, “It’s time to go, now. Clean up your toys.”

“Do I hafta?” Max whined, pouting up at David.

“Once we’re all cleaned up, we can head to Prof’s for dinner,” he bargained. Prof’s was a diner the two of them liked; it was far from healthy, and usually David tried to avoid feeding Max that sort of junk, but he figured he deserved some sort of treat for being so well behaved all day. Besides, he was running out of foods Max ate at home.

“…okay,” he said quietly, even though he didn’t look particularly taken with the idea. His pout stayed stubbornly in place as he reluctantly began to gather up his things.

David let out a barely-audible sigh of relief, thanking his lucky stars that Max wasn’t fighting him on this. In fact, all things considered, he’d been almost unbelievably good all day. David didn’t know what he’d done for karma to grant him such a cooperative kid today, but it must have been something amazing.

Max shoved his toys into David’s bag, handing him his drawings so they wouldn’t get crumpled. David did a quick once-over of the floor to make sure nothing had been overlooked. Thus assured that Max had gotten everything, he zipped his bag closed and stood up, hefting it onto his shoulder. “C'mon, let’s go put our shoes on.”

David made his way back into the front hall, Max following quietly behind him. When David knelt down to pull on his sneakers, the kid hovered at his back, glancing behind them every couple of seconds. Gwen had followed them into the hall, stopping a few feet away at the edge of the den. She watched them, for lack of a better thing to look at.

When David had finished tying his shoes, he stood up, guiding his son towards proper politeness. “Max, you want to say thanks to Gwen for having us over?”

Max was still for a moment, eyeing the stack of papers David was holding, before he stood up on his toes to reach for them. David dropped his arm down, trying to figure out what Max wanted with the papers. After a moment, it clicked. “You want to give her one of your drawings?” Max nodded, so David spread the pictures out for him to look at. “Which one do you want to give her?”

The kid looked over his options for a moment before selecting one. He studied it briefly, then shyly slid into David’s side. He turned his gaze over to Gwen, who was staring at a photo hung on the wall and pretending like she wasn’t listening.

David gave Max a reassuring smile and nudged him towards Gwen. “Go ahead,” he said softly.

Max shuffled over to Gwen, pulling on her pants leg to get her attention. “Gwen?”

She smiled down at him. “Yes, Max?”

He looked up at her nervously for a moment before holding the drawing up for her.

Gwen gasped, as if she hadn’t been standing right there while he and David were discussing it. “Is this for me?” she asked, feigning surprise.

Max nodded, watching her like he was trying to gauge her reaction.

“It’s beautiful! Oh, I love it! Thanks so much,” she gushed, and Max beamed. Truth be told, she had no idea what it was supposed to be a picture of; it was just a bunch of multicolored scribbles. Not that she was going to let on about that—he was just a kid, after all.

She caught David’s eye as he walked over to them, flashing him a small smile which he eagerly returned. He stopped behind his son, resting a hand on the back of his head. Max twisted around to look up at him, smile brighter than the sun.

“She liked it!” he exclaimed happily, bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet.

“That’s awesome, bud!” he said, giving Max’s hair a quick ruffle. The boy giggled, a sound that was music to his ears. “But we have to go now. Why don’t you go put on your shoes?” Max turned his head to look from Gwen to him, still smiling proudly, before walking towards the door and plopping down on the floor, grabbing his shoes to put on.

“You should feel honored,” David told Gwen, watching Max to make sure he didn’t need any help.

“Why’s that?”

David smiled. “You’re the first person he’s ever given a picture to.”

That probably shouldn’t have made her as happy as it did. “I’ll treasure it forever,” she half-joked, holding the drawing over her heart.

He chuckled lightly, turning his attention back to Max. He had his shoes on and was waiting for him by the door. “All set to go, monster?”

Max nodded as David and Gwen walked over to him. Gwen pulled open the door for them; it had cooled off considerably since the afternoon. David pulled Max’s hoodie out of his bag and helped the kid put it on, glad that he had brought it despite the warmth of the afternoon.

“See you on Monday,” David said to Gwen as he took Max’s hand, leading him down the steps.

“Bye Gwen!” Max yelled to her, far too loud.

Gwen smiled and waved back. “See ya!” she called. As she shut the door, she made a mental note to pick up some kid-friendly foods for Max to have when she invited them back next weekend.

Kiss The Girl (Uma x fem!reader)

Originally posted by gayscendants

Uma barely had enough time to get dressed before a grumpy Harry and half asleep Gil came barging into her dorm room. “Waking up at the bloody cracka dawn. This school is bonkers,” Harry growled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You should have known it was going to happen before you accepted,” The sea witch muttered, applying her eyeliner with deadly precision.

“And leave my Captain and mates with these pansies? Not likely,” The brunet retorted, elbowing a sleeping Gil.

The Captain smirked, laying down her eye pencil before turning to face her comrades. “Well, boys. Let’s go show these pretty pink princesses and perfect princes what Villains are truly like.”

The two boys exchanged mischievous grins, “ Aye aye, Captain.”

“Here you go, little guy,” You whispered, gently untangling a Koi from Auradon’s “Serenity Garden”. Some bastard apparently decided to try fishing in the Koi Pong. Again.

Being the Granddaughter of King Triton made you the obvious candidate , along with the son of Rapunzel, Thomas, who had proven to have a green thumb, to tend to the Garden, seeing as it was mostly bridges and trails centered around a rather large system of ponds and rivers. With certain areas for beautiful plant life, of course. There was even a small area dedicated to growing fresh fruits and vegetables, tended to by some student volunteers.

“What is this place?” A girl’s voice cut through the silence, startling you enough to accidentally cut yourself on the surprisingly sharp fishing line tangled around your hand. You turned your head, surprised to find one of the newly attending Villain Kids standing behind you, arms crossed as she observed the garden.

“The Serenity Garden,” You answered, startling the girl. She looked at you with wide eyes, reaching for her belt as if attempting to grab a sword that wasn’t there. “When did you get there?””

“I could ask you the same question,” You replied with an amused smile. “You startled me as well.”

“Are you fishing? I\ figured that would against the…” She trailed off, as if not knowing the word she was looking for.

“Rules?” You offered, attempting to untangle your hand, only succeeding in tangling up your other hand as well.


“Oh it is, very much so. Some boy has been trying to fish for Koi. Poor Louis got tangled up in the fishing line. Elmer nearly drowned thanks to the leather coat he left behind holding him underwater,” You mumbled, nodding to a red leather jacket hanging on the railing of the bridge a few feet away. “I didn’t know fish could drown,” The girl muttered, a confused look on her face.

“Well, they can if they’re in water completely devoid of oxygen and aren’t able to surface. But Elmer is a toad,” You explained, cutting yourself again on the fishing line wrapped around your hands.

“Do you need some help?” She asked, motioning to your tangled hands. You gave a sheepish laugh, “Please.”

The girl crouched down beside you, working on getting your hands free. “I’m Uma.”

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Uma.”

“Why is it every time I come here you’re in some type of trouble?” Uma mumbled, as she pulled you out of the water of the Koi pond. You laughed, “It’s not like I meant to fall in the Koi Pond! Annabelle was trapped between a rock and the side of the pond and I slipped.” You explained, squeezing out your shirt.

“Why do you name your fish?” She asked, watching you with amusement as you pulled your soaked hair up into a ponytail. “I don’t name them. They name themselves. They just tell me their names and get offended when I don’t call them by them,” You muttered.

Her eyebrows shot up. “You can speak to fish?” She asked, looking a little weirded out by the fact you appeared to be hearing voices.

“My mother is Ariel, of course I can speak to fish, what did you expect?” You asked. She gave a nod, “I should have seen that coming.”

“So what brings you by?” You asked, sitting on the edge of the bridge, letting your feet dangle into the water. She sat beside you, crossing her legs so her boots wouldn’t get wet. “Well, Harry is trying to find Carlos and Gil is at Tourney practice,” She explained, laying back to stare up at the cloudy sky.

“Oh so I’m just your third option?” You teased, mimicking her actions and turning your head to face her.

“Never,” She replied, a small smile appearing on her face.

“Good,” You said, scooting closer to her slightly. “Because you’re my first choice,” you added softly.

“Am I now?” She teased softly, moving even closer to you so your faces were mere inches part. You nodded, smile mimicking hers.

“Good,” She whispered, leaning her face closer to yours.

You closed your eyes, leaning closer until you could feel her lips grazing yours when -

“Oh, sorry, am I interruptin’ somethin’ here?” Harry asked from where he stood at the end of the bridge. Uma sat up quickly, glaring at her first mate. “Yes, Harry, you are,” Uma gritted out through clenched teeth.

“Oopsies. Mal’s looking for you. Something about putting a cream depilatory in some princess’s shampoo bottle for looking at you?” Harry raised his eyebrows, clicking his tongue, “I must say, Cap… I’m so proud of you.”

“You should probably go take care of that,” You remarked, raising an eyebrow at the blue haired girl.

“Yeah,” She sighed. You gave her a smile before pressing your lips to her cheek. “See you tomorrow, Uma.”

“Why does the Isle have dark cloud over it?” You asked as you sat by the edge of Auradon staring across the ocean at the Island she called home. “My mom said it’s because Beast and Belle wanted to make the Isle as dreadful as humanely possible,” She replied, lips pressed into a tight line. You shook your head, lacing your fingers through hers.

“Do you ever miss it? The Isle, I mean,” You asked, gazing at the dreadful looking Island. She nodded, giving your hand a squeeze. “Sometimes. I miss my ship, my necklace, my freedom, hell, sometimes I even miss working at Ursula’s Fish and Chips with my crew. I definitely miss my swords, being able to rough someone up for disrespecting me. You definitely can’t do that here.”

“I’d love to see the look on Fairy Godmother’s face if you did that,” You laughed, leaning your head on her shoulder. “She’d probably Bibbidi bobbity boo me right back to the Isle,” She muttered, laughing slightly.

“Yeah don’t do that then,” You chuckled.

“Why? You’d miss me that much?” She teased.

“Yeah. I would,” You whispered softly. Uma’s face softened as you locked eyes.

“There you see her,”

“Did you hear that?” She asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Sitting there across the way,”

“She don’t have a lot to say,

But there’s something about her”

“Who the hell is singing right now?” Uma called out, looking around.

“And you don’t know why,

But you’re dying to try,

You wanna Kiss The Girl.”

You wanted to die of embarrassment when a few other villain kids poked their heads out of the bushes. Are they seriously singing right now!?

Uma’s face heated, with embarrassment or fury you couldn’t tell, the more the song went on.

“I’m so sorry they did that,” Uma whispered to you after they finished and were now staring at you expectantly.

You glanced at the small group before getting a playful smile.


“Well what?” The sea witch asked.

“Are you gonna kiss the girl?”

A smile overtook her face as she nodded slightly.

“Yeah, I am.” And with that, she pressed her lips to yours.

“Hey, Lass - er, Lasses? I get yer all sexually frustrated and all, but can you not eat each other’s faces off right now? I’d like to keep my appetite in tact.”

Jimin Scenario: Earned It.

Request: I’M SO HAPPY REQUESTS ARE OPEN! I have a Jimin scenario request when y/n is an idol and she does a a special dance stage with J-Hope(like slow dancing) and Jimin gets very jealous and y/n tries to calm him down because there is nothing going on between J-Hope and her. Btw, Jimin and y/n are dating! Thank you! ♥

Genre: Romance / Drama.

-So… have you told Jimin?- Hoseok asked when you two were taking a break from the dance practice which you did at your company’s facility and not in Big Hit.

-Ugh, stop making it sound like we are having an affair- you laughed after making a disgusted face at Hoseok who looked offended for a few seconds and then laughed as well. -You are like my brother or something-

-You are the gross one thinking about affairs, I’m just being a good friend, and believe me, I know Jimin, he’d would…-

You sighed. -I know what Jimin would do, but this time he’d have to calm down and just accept that I’m dancing with another guy, it’s just work-

Hoseok sighed. -You want me to tell him?-

-What? No! Oh god, he’d be here all the time, he’d try to find a way to stop the performance all together and that can’t happen, I need this, ok? It’s the first time they offered me doing a special stage like this, so I want to do it-

Hoseok stared at you and then exhaled in resignation. -I think we should just tell him, this choreo is after all a bit…- 

You bit your lip thinking about it, the choreography was really sexy, there were parts of the song where you danced alone but for most of it you two had to do it together and the physical contact would be a lot to say the least. 

Being idols Jimin and you knew that things like this could happen, on both sides you were conscious that maybe one day you would be doing something not that innocent with another person for the performance’s sake, but you also knew your boyfriend and how he hated guys touching you too much, so you could guess how he was going to react when he saw you with one of his best friends.

Hoseok was picked for this by the producer, you two had tried to change so it was Jimin instead of the rapper, but the staff told you that it was impossible since they wanted specifically Hoseok on the stage.

-I know you don’t want to create trouble between you, but this dance is important to me-

-And you don’t think he’d understand if you explain it? He’s a nice guy our Jiminie, if explained nicely he’d understand-

-Well, I will just tell him that we are doing a special stage and nothing else, so even if he insists you can’t tell him what we are dancing-

Hoseok scratched the back of his head looking uncomfortable. -I feel like a bad friend-

You arched a brow. -Have you forgotten about the song we are going to perform? Besides you are a great friend, don’t say that-

-Oh fuck it, he’d set a scandal before he let us dance that- Hoseok said sighing yet again. -This performance better end up good, and I hope this ends in BTS and you twice popular than before and not in me being punched in the face by my dongsaeng-

You bumped fists as you laughed at that. -He wouldn’t do that, I think-

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13 Going on 30 (Part 5)

Summary: When your 13th birthday party goes awry, and you make a life changing wish - you wake up to discover you’ve flash forwarded 17 years ahead.

Word Count: 1,352.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy! Always love to hear your guys’ feedback. 

@spidweeb & @heaventide - i love you guys, thank you for the help. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Christmas Secrets

Originally posted by martziplier98

Request: Could you do a Teamiplier one with fem!reader that’s Tyler’s sister and she went to LA to visit him on Christmas and she was secretly dating Ethan and Tyler finds out and he’s just like ‘as long as my Christmas present isn’t a niece or nephew I don’t care’

Summary:Fem!Reader goes to visit big brother Tyler + teamiplier but no one knows about Ethan being her boyfriend! Secrets secrets secrets…

A/N: Hello all! It’s 1am for me! This was fun to write! I love writing teamiplier! Italics signify a character’s inner monologue + silent, conversations through stares! Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1805, this was originally only like 1100 words but then I realized it was teamiplier and not just tyler and ethan lol

Request some more! I’ve got my hands quite full right now, so it might take a while, but I’ll get to them!

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Phone Call from Julian 2016
Max T. and Julian (the Janitor) Koster
Phone Call from Julian 2016


I’m still freaking out that was seriously the best 6ish minutes of my LIFE.
I managed to record it, so there’s not much to say about the call that you can’t hear for yourself, but overall, just, oh my goodness what a lovely person. He was so polite and friendly and it felt like talking to your best friend. Not to mention, he’s SUCH a good storyteller, something about the way he speaks is just so powerful and pulls you right in to listen, I couldn’t ignore any of his jokes. (Yes, plural, he told me THREE jokes!!) 

I didn’t get to ask him some questions like I had hoped, (I was planning on trying to get some show-related info for the fans) but I did at LEAST get to compliment him, which you’ll hear. He said I had a nice voice and I said that he did too, and that he should be on the radio, and he got SO flustered and grateful, it was heartbreakingly adorable to hear him be so happy that someone WANTED him to be on the radio. <3<3<3 What a cinnamon roll… #protectJulian2K16

Anyway, enjoy the audio, he was absolutely lovely to talk to and it really made my day. <3

(And BTW, @ichigo-otokonoko, yes of COURSE I got him to say hi to you like you wanted <3 Anything for you my darling ^u^ Love you, enjoy!!)

squip doodle fic!!

i hope u like this! its a really cute idk… ngl

You’ve never really had to think about why you draw on yourself.

It just happens, usually. You don’t consciously pick up a pen, but you’ll look down suddenly and realize that there’s a galaxy or a field of flowers etched in ink on your arm. You don’t exactly mind; doodles are easy to wash off and, in an emergency, easy to cover up.

While it is sometimes mindless, you find the habit comforting, too. If you’re upset or hurt, unable to get to the words that you need, unable to even think properly, you’ll scribble over your thigh under the table. The weight of the pen’s tip on your skin keeps you grounded. It reminds you that you’re here, that you’re real. You rely on the pen, on its power over you.

Needless to say, you’re a bit surprised the first time that you lazily doodle and your Squip asks you, “What are you doing?”

“Just drawing,” you answer, too quickly. No one ever asks you about this unless they’re planning to yell at you, so you’re ready. Your pen now hovers above a multitude of geometric patterns. You keep your eyes downcast, looking anywhere but at your Squip. “Sorry- I’ll stop.”

“Your remorse is unnecessary,” they respond matter-of-factly. “I am simply… confused… as to why this is how you spend your time.”


“Oh,” you say, for lack of anything else. You look up at your Squip, surprised. They still have that confused look of their face. “I guess it just… feels nice? And I like that it’s inconsequential.” Hesitantly, you turn back to the dodecahedron your pen was in the middle of.

“You do this for the sensation that it gives you?” they ask as they continue to watch you.

Absently, you nod.

“That seems… harmless.”

A moment passes. Not an uncomfortable one, but one of silence just the same. You let the smoothness of the ink glide across you, no longer worried for what your Squip might think.

“Y/N,” they say suddenly. The word is slow, calculated. Now, you regard them fully. As you look into their eyes, you can see that their pupils are blurry. From experience you know that this means they’re loading. Hm.


They hold out a hand with the same slow movement. With (now high definition) pupils, they glance down at your pen. “May I?”

You stare for a moment, not comprehending. By the time your brain works out what they’re asking, the pen is already in their hand. Your breath catches in your throat as your fingers brush, lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

Noting your confusion (and, well, being inside your brain), your Squip explains, “My objective is to improve your life. Research indicates that positive stimulus would certainly contribute to that, so, ah. I believe it is my job to make you feel, as you say… nice.” They turn the pen around in their hands a few times. As you look closer, you can see that their cheeks are emitting a bright blue blush. You can’t control the smile that your mouth stretches into as you reposition your body so they can draw on you.

You feel your thigh jolt a little as your Squip makes contact with it; you aren’t used to feeling anyone touch it but yourself. You force yourself to relax, letting out a breath that rattles through you. Your Squip’s hand covers most of the drawing that it’s making, but you can see a few crudely-drawn lightning bolts peeking through. Aw, how cute, but what’s that in the middle-?

“Stop looking,” they tease, though you catch the slight anxiety in their voice. Obliging, you turn your gaze to your carpet. A few minutes pass as you let the feeling of the pen hold you in place. Whatever your Squip is drawing, it must be detailed because of the slow, gentle way that the pen movement.

Finally, they take a breath (or simulate one, at least). “Alright,” they say with a smile you can practically hear. “You can look.” As you turn your gaze to your thigh, unsure what to expect, your heart warms at a rapid rate. Between tiny motifs and symbols, there’s-

You start to laugh.

“Did you seriously just sign your name?”

 ~ Oh my gosh this is so cute holy shit. I love this so much ahhhhh-

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Originally posted by romanian-plum

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Genres: tiny bit of angst, fluff, humor
Words: 2.260
Summary: A sudden turn on a mission forces Bucky and reader to seek a place to hide. During the wait Bucky has a surprising request - requested by Anonymous

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