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Bet On Me

Reggie x Reader

A/N: This is my first ever fic and I hope you all like it!! Requests for all other Riverdale characters are open!! (This is my first fic because Reggie is bae)

Word Count: 3369

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, violence, heavy make-out session (is that even a warning?)

Summary: Reggie is dared to date Y/N, the sweet and popular untouched cheerleader. He does so, although not expecting to fall for her in the process.

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July’s Featured Game: SLARPG

DEVELOPER(S): Bobby “ponett” Schroeder
ENGINE: RPGMaker VX Ace 
GENRE: RPG, Fantasy
SUMMARY: SLARPG is a short, turn-based RPG following the story of Melody Amaranth, a kindhearted but meek transgender fox who’s decided to learn healing magic and become a paladin. She’s joined by her adventurous girlfriend Allison, as well as their friends Claire (a sarcastic, rule-bending witch)(she is also trans) and Jodie (a dependable, somewhat motherly knight). Over the course of the story, our inexperienced heroes will meddle with forces beyond their control and find themselves responsible for the fate of their quaint little hometown. They’ll also fight some spherical frogs, travel to a forgotten land in the sky, befriend a robot or two, and anger the local librarian. But that should go without saying. 

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Kiss and Dash | Part 1 | PETER PARKER X READER

Description: It all starts when the reader kisses Peter Parker for a dare then runs off but it really spirals out of control when Spiderman takes revenge with his own kiss and dash. Is it possible that a simple dare could lead to the unveiling of New York City’s youngest superhero’s true identity? Because not all people kiss the exact same… right?

Author’s Note: I swear I’ll start posting Riverdale fics again but for now Spiderman is my life. This fic is based off of another one I read last summer that I absolutely loved the concept of. Anyways, let me know if you like it and I’ll definitely write another part.

Word Count: 1556

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It all started on a rare day when the girl’s PE Instructor was out sick, and the girls were forced to sit in a classroom and complete a worksheet on anatomy.

Without any supervision.

Being the good students they were, everyone immediately went to work on their worksheets. That being said, the girls just immediately took out their phones and googled the answers, because it’s 2017 and that’s what teenagers do.

They decided to do something more interesting when they finally finished. Gossiping instantly turned into FMK which turned into roasting which turned into story telling which inevitably turned into truth or dare.

It was already starting to get out of hand with Michelle coming up with wicked dares, Liz yanking out some scandalous truths, and (Y/N) doing a bit of both.

(Y/N) was starting to really dread her turn again. Last round she chose truth and Michelle made her dredge up every detail of the feelings she held for her best friend Peter Parker. Luckily for her though, the girls surrounding her were nice and didn’t tease her relentlessly like they would in movies. That didn’t make the confession any less embarrassing though.

Things were heating up too. One of Liz’s friends had to wear a sign around her neck that read, well, let’s not go there. And another girl recently had to fess up to wetting bed until she was 5 years old. (Y/N) was rather scared at what would happen to her next.

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Moonlight and Racism

So, I decided to read some comments on different articles for Moonlight, which I instantly regretted because people are shitty. 

But there were comments that caught my attention. There were lot of people (who identified as gay, or black or POC, or whatever) who simply couldn’t understand, or relate to the story at all, and believed that it detracted from the overall film. 

But, that’s kind of the point of Moonlight. 

One of the things I loved about Moonlight was how it handled race as well as sexuality. If you’ve seen it, you know it has an all black cast. So, there isn’t a white (or nonblack) character around for audiences to project onto. And because all of these people are of the same race and live in the same conditions, they don’t need to translate any part of their experience for one another. The characters are black people living in an impoverished neighborhood in the American south (Miami Florida). Drugs are a natural part of the environment, and for many people it’s the only way they can make a living, because business in America don’t want to invest or place high end jobs in black neighborhoods. The people use AAVE without stopping to translate it for anyone. There are after school activities for kids to go to so they don’t get into trouble. Many kids spend time at home while their parents are away working. Hell, I remember taking a bubble bath with dish detergent.   There is the rough language that black boys constantly use (even when they’re with their friends) to make themselves to seem bigger, tougher and stronger. There is a run down feel to everyone in this movie (from Juan to Chiron to Teresa) and this comes from over work, constantly worrying about dangers in your neighborhood, and looking over your shoulder for cops or gangsters. The same run down feeling is shown in the setting as well. It’s obvious this town is in a constant state of construction (take the old house Lil’ hid in at the beginning of the film).  

And then add this with the main character’s sexuality, and how he (and the movie) navigate that. Despite Chiron’s sexuality, his experiences are strictly structured through an African-American lens. He doesn’t stop being black just because he’s learning about his sexuality. He doesn’t stop using AAVE just because he’s attracted to a man. He doesn’t stop going through the world as a black man, conditioned to be hyper masculine in a poor town just because he falls in love with Kevin. This film makes no apologies for its blackness. And the racism it deals with? It’s subtle and systematic.. 

When people think of racism in the movie, they think of something that’s easily recognizable (think slave movies, white people with whips, or segregation signs). But what’s interesting about Moonlight is that the racism these people deal with (the town that’s in constant construction, the drugs on the streets,) are all real aspects of systematic racism that black people have to live under. It’s not an easily identifiable constant that can be punched out, or reasoned with. It’s in the fabric of Black American life, and most people miss it unless you’ve lived under it.  And let’s be real, many white people (white gays included) wouldn’t pick up on it. 

And it’s so funny that people in the black community believe that once you come out as gay, suddenly you’re no longer black. It’s like…no. Our skin color’s still the same. We still lived under the same racial conditions that ya’ll lived under. We still dealt with the same white washed history, and have the same distrust of the American legal system. And with white gays, a lot of them expect us to stop being Black when we come out. We’re supposed to somehow shun our Black heritage (or at least downplay it) when we enter LGBT spaces. We’re not supposed to talk about race in the LGBT community because “We’re all gay!!!! Race doesn’t matter!!!!!!” Or we’re not supposed to question why so many white gays have no problem saying “I’m not into black guys.” And when we do interrogate them further on it, all they can say is “It’s just a preference” and expect that to be the end of it.

So yeah. This movie is beautifully authentic, and I love it for that reason. 

Yoongi

BOYFRIEND BANGTAN | YOONGI VERSION

WORD COUNT: 1,210

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Humans Are Weird - Language

Crew Recreation Room, SSV Eternal Grace

“Hey, toss the remote over here, will ya?” Chief Jesse’s accented voice was barely audible over the rabble created by the rest of the crew in the packed rec room of the spacecraft. His outstretched hand was waiting for a remote, which was thrown his direction by one of the human engineers across the room. “Cheers mate. Now, if I can get everyone’s attention!” He waited for a few moments to be acknowledged and rolled his eyes, not surprised that he was ignored. He stood up on one of the tables and slammed his left boot down onto it, the impact creating a loud enough bang that turned a few heads. “I said shut the bloody hell up!” That got everyone’s attention, and Jesse nodded with approval as he pulled his datapad from a pouch on his duty belt and held it up for him to read.

“Alright-y, ladies, bastards, and the rest of you lot, I’ve got a few words from our ever-so-lovely captain regarding a few security concerns they’ve raised with me. Firstly: Op-Sec! That’s short for “Operational Security” for those that can’t understand acronyms. While we aren’t a part of the IMSF, we are contracted to the Intergalactic Governing Council, meaning that we do have a level of secrecy that we need to abide by. That means when talking to your folks back home about how things are going, you need to be more mindful about what you are telling them. Please don’t tell them about where our next few ports of call are, or the areas we’re operating in at the current time unless you are on a secure channel or it is a matter of dire emergency. Last thing we all need is a bunch of pirate pricks to raid us all because one of us had a loose pie-trap, you got me?”

Jesse listened to a murmur of agreement before nodding approvingly and consulting his notes. “Sweet! Second: It’s come to my attention by some of the guards that some of you horny buggers are sneaking off to secluded areas to do the do, if you get my drift? Now, because I’m a decent bastard - yes, hard to believe that, but I am decent,” he had to wait a moment for a few chuckles to settle down before continuing on, “I won’t be naming names or shaming people. Honestly, I don’t care who or what you decide to fuck, as long as it’s in your own time. What I do care about is the use of protection and the locations where I’m hearing people are being caught in the act.”

Zan’via and another member of the crew, a human medical staffer by the name of Kelly Jean, were standing towards the back of the room listening to him remind the group that areas like the engine rooms and storage bays weren’t conductive to ‘safe sex’. Zan’via noted that every once in a while Kelly would chuckle at a few words and phrases that the security chief would use, and once the man had finished his announcements, Zan’via decided to see what exactly caused Kelly to find they’re friends speech humorous.

“Excuse me, Doctor Jean, if I may have a moment of your time?” Zan’via spoke up before the woman could leave and return back to the medical wards.

“Certainly, Zan’via. What’s the problem?” She replied, gesturing towards an empty table nearby.

“Well, I found it a slight bit concerning that you were quietly laughing during Chief Lynn-Michael’s announcements on what I believe were fairly serious subjects.” They started, leveling a neutral expression towards the doctor.

“Oh? You noticed that? I’m sorry, I just find the way the Chief speaks to be amusing, that’s all.” Kelly said, blushing slightly at how she’d been caught out.

“The way the Chief speaks?”

“You have to admit, he does have a way with words, right?” Kelly prodded, now curious as to how Zan’via, and by extension the rest of the Gal’eth race, would interpret the Chief’s speaking patterns and mannerisms. There was a moment of silence before Zan’via emitted what could be interpreted as a ‘groan’ and shook their head.

“I would, if I could understand some of the terms and phrases he uses on a frequent basis.” They admitted with a small sigh, rubbing their face in irritation. “I’ve been meaning to ask him about it, but every chance I get he’s either busy or something comes up that needs his attention.”

“Maybe I can help. Granted, I’m not fluent in Australian English, but I’ve been around him long enough to pick a few things up.” The classifier that Kelly used before the name of the adopted universal language piqued Zan’via’s interest.

“Australian English? You mean there is more than one form of the language?”

“Well, yes and no. English as a whole is one language, but there are different versions or dialects of it, and each differ by region. The three major versions I’ve encountered in my life are American English, British English, and Australian English. The differences are subtle between them, like spelling and how there are different names between the three for the same object. Australian English, which is what our wonderful Chief of Security is quite fluent in, is actually an interesting blend of both the American and English systems, with some unique terminology and rules thrown in for fun.”

“For fun?” Zan’via asked with a surprised expression.

“Yes, for fun. There are a few ways that Australian English, or ‘Aussie’ as it’s referred to sometimes, is easily distinguished against the others. And that’s one right there: shortened versions of words.” Kelly said with a smile.

“I do not quite follow.”

“It’s a joke, both to Australians and to foreigners, that they are a lazy bunch and will shorten anything that can be shortened. Australian becomes Aussie, service center becomes ‘serve-o’, names like Bermingham, Wilson and McDonald are turned into ‘Birm-o’, ‘Wils-o’ and ‘Macca’ respectively. That brings me to a second trait: nicknames.”

“Nicknames?”

“The Chief’s full name and title is Head of Security Jesse Lynn-Michaels. When he was in the IMSF, he was Special Operations Chief Petty Officer Jesse Lynn-Michaels. That’s where he has his current ship’s nickname, Chief. It was a shorter way of calling his rank. The same carries across to any name or title if you’re an Australian, even if your name is relatively short. Occasionally he’ll call me Doc or ‘Kel’, or the Captain ‘Boss’. I’m sure he’s even shortened your own name from time to time.”

“You would be right on that regard, he constantly calls either me ‘Zan’ or ‘Zany’.” They said with what could be called a soft smile.

“See? It also serves as a benefit to tell when he’s being serious with you or not. If you hear him yell ‘Zany, get over here’, then you’re less likely to be in trouble than if he addresses you as ‘Zan’via’ or ‘Engineer’s Mate Third Class Zan’via Top’hei’.” Kelly stifled a chuckle as she saw the large alien being visibly shudder at the use of their full rank and title. “I guess some things are universal, right?”

“Agreed, and I see your point.”

“Good. Another classic hallmark which I’m sure you’ve noticed is the excessive swearing and use of rather frank terms and phrases.” Kelly said with a slight frown.

“That I have noticed; both him and his security team do sound more profane than other members of the crew.”

“Mhm. It’s another joke that Aussies don’t have a filter, and will often say what needs to be said at the expense of themselves and others. On one hand, this can be a benefit as you can safely assume that they are being genuine in their remarks. On the other, that same trait can get them into serious trouble. Do you think the Captain would have made those announcements in the same fashion, and with the same phrases?”

“I do not, it is safe to say that our Captain would have been much more formal and polite about the entire ordeal.” Zan’via said resolutely, their trust in the Captain surpassing everything else.

“Would you have paid attention through the whole thing?” The follow up caught them off guard.

“I beg your pardon?”

“If the Captain was the one speaking, would you have paid attention and remembered everything they would have said?”

Zan’via had to stop and think for a moment, recalling some of the longer briefings they’ve had to attend with the rest of the engineering department. The Captain was no doubt a good speaker, but they could admit that some of the time the Captain spoke could have been better spent on moving along with the subject matter.

“I do not like admitting this, but it is likely that I would forget some topics that they would cover.”

“You aren’t the only one, and that’s most likely why the Chief speaks so frankly and casually. It keeps the audience relaxed yet alert at the same time, and it also helps deflate any tension and unease when topics like sexual relationships are brought up. That said, Chief knows the limit, and if he started swearing and cursing with every second or third word he knows that he’ll lose his audience and risk getting himself in trouble.” Kelly’s datapad chimed at her from her pocket, and she quickly glanced at a clock on a nearby wall. “Oh, damn. Zan’via, I’ll be happy to continue this conversation later. I’ve got a patient in the Eye-See-You that I need to attend to.”

“Very well, ‘Doc’.” Zan’via said with a smile as the doctor stood up and hurried away.

‘I’ll have to ask her what certain words mean, next time…’

“Paying Guests” (Part 1)

Pairing: Steve x Reader x Bucky

Summary: When a need arises, Steve and Bucky on a whim lie about their sexuality to you. Unbeknownst of their purpose you let them stay with you, in your apartment. But what happens when they start falling for you? And what will be the outcome of their harmless tall tale?

Word Count: 3341

Genre: Pure floof, throughout the series

Warning: none

Author’s Note: enjoy! 

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BTS Reaction - Their child runs on stage

Anonymous said: Reaction when during concert their little child run up on star with tears and saying something like"daddy this song is beatiful,you sing perfect" and starts crying and hugging him and all ARMYS make one sound like “owwwh cute” and kid gets shy🙈

So I’ve decided to just come up with Korean names for each of their kids. I feel like that makes it a little more personalized, rather than just putting Y/K/N. Also, my name is Sarah. I’m American and only know a small amount of Korean, so if I screw up these names somehow…I am so sorry and please politely correct me lol. Enjoy!

I kind of wonder if Taehyung picked those names for his future children because Taekwon sounds like Tae Kwon Do…Taekwon literally means “kick hand”

Taehyung:

You were having trouble controlling your three year old, Taekwon, as he toddled around backstage, huge red earphones covering his ears from the noise of the concert. You brought him with often to BTS concerts, because he enjoyed being able to watch his dad, his uncles, and look at all the bright lights. Although normally, he wasn’t this nuts. Jimin’s wife must’ve given Taekwon a Popsicle or something earlier that day, because your kid was bouncing off the walls.

Whenever they preformed Spring Day, it would get everyone onstage emotional. Taekwon knew his dad’s voice - and would always ask you to pick him up and point out Taehyung singing his part in Spring Day. This time was no different, because your baby tugged on your pant leg and threw his arms up.

“Where daddy?” Taekwon asks in his baby voice, his hands gesturing out and his shoulders shrugging. You smile and point at the figure across the stage. Taekwon looks, struggles in your arms before you put him down and turn to grab a water bottle from the cooler on the floor.

As you’re digging in the ice for a cold bottle, you hear a huge chorus of “aww”’s coming from the stage, and the boys laughing. Securing yourself a water bottle and turning around, you glance up and notice that your son is not where you left him - and has run out onto the stage into his dad’s arms. You watched with a hand covering your mouth as Taehyung crouches to catch his son and hoists him up on his hip.

“Your singing is nice!” You hear your son say loudly into Taehyung’s microphone, and laughter rumbles throughout the arena.

“Thanks, buddy. Can you sing a song for us?” Taehyung asks, expecting his son to blurt out the words to Spring Day, but Taekwon begins to sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star instead, which makes the entire arena resound with sounds of adoration.

Suga:

Twins. You and Suga never expected them in the first place, and it’s been a wild four years with them. Their birthday was soon, and you still remember the day they were born - Min Yoon-Shik first then Min Gi-Dae second.

The twins became more like their dad everyday, and you’d find the sisters singing along to all of BTS’ songs, and would try their hardest to rap alongside their dad in each song. They’d even try to learn the choreography - and while Suga wasn’t all that bad, the girls seemed to have gotten your side of the family: because there wasn’t a dancing bone in your body.

It was BTS’ last concert before they ended their latest tour, and you had decided to take the girls to this one to watch their dad preform. To say the least, the twins were extremely excited and kept their eyes focused on Suga the entire time. They even began copying his lyrics as he rapped them.

At the end of the concert, the boys sang Spring Day and had rose petals raining down on them, and the twins thought it was hilarious. Yoongi looked over to the side of the stage and an instant smile grew on his face at the sight of his baby girls, and he ushered the twins to come out on stage. Yoon-Shik and Gi-Dae looked at each other, then back at you for permission, then ran off onto the bright stage towards their dad.

“Can you teach us the dances for the songs?” Gi-Dae asked as Yoongi hoisted both her and her sister up in each arm. The entire arena sighed in awe, the other boys laughing at how cute Yoongi’s twins were.

“Ask Uncle Hobi for that,” Suga laughed jokingly, then kissed his daughters cheeks before setting them down. “Run along, I’ll see you in a few minutes loves.” He said aloud, before gently giving them little pats on their backs before turning around and thanking ARMY.

Jimin:

Jihyun was just like his father.

It wasn’t even funny - you swear you had no part in making your son because Jihyun was a spitting image of Jimin. It’s as if someone put Jimin in the copier and spit out Jihyun - all the same features and personality, just a different name, and much younger.

Jimin would often times take Jihyun to the studio because the five-year old loved watching the dance practices. Towards the end, Jimin would grab his son and teach him the moves - and his son would execute them almost perfectly. He was gifted, just like Jimin, and everyone saw it.

“Jihyun, stay here.” You said to your son, who was standing in the middle of the exit to the stage, watching his dad and uncles jump around as they began I Need U. Jihyun didn’t acknowledge your words, but tried his hardest to keep up with the minimal choreography he knew. It was adorable watching him spin around and trip over his feet - but he was better than any other five year old dancer you’ve seen (okay, maybe you were a little biased).

You didn’t realize it until you looked over on the TV screen to see your son just off to the left of the stage, visible to ARMY but behind the boys. Jihyun didn’t notice that he had veered too far onto the stage, and was too busy twirling around and singing along to I Need U to hear the ARMYs cooing.

You watched Jimin spin around when the song was done and lock his eyes on his son, immediately bursting into laughter and walking briskly over to Jihyun. 

“Jihyun, you’re giving everyone a show!” Jimin laughed, scooping up his son and bringing him to the front. The five year old looked miraculously at his father but began to enjoy being on stage with his uncles, who all came over and ruffled his hair.

“I’m gonna be like you one day,” Jihyun said with a bright smile while looking up at his dad. Jimin threw his head back in laughter and appreciation while the ARMYs in the crowd continued to awe. 

“I’m sure you will be, bud.” 

J-Hope:

Just like that - Hokyong was out of your sight and ran right into her dad’s arms. The two year old was the most excitable, energetic kid you had ever come to know, but you’d never trade that for the world. 

When Hokyong saw her dad, she would never hesitate to run over and hug him. It was just Hokyong’s thing - she’d laugh and toddle towards Hoseok with a big, toothy grin on her face. Your husband would just laugh right with her and cuddle his daughter in his arms.

“Look who has joined us today!” J-Hope said brightly into the microphone, glancing at his baby girl as she peered around with her hand stuck in her mouth. “Can you wave, Hokyong?” Her dad said, gently prying the hand out of the baby girl’s mouth.

Hokyong looked out into the crowd then shyly buried her face into her daddy’s shoulder, earning a huge, booming sound of adoration from the fans. The boys just laughed, Jimin coming over and patting your daughter’s back before looking back at you and shooting a thumbs up. You stood at the curtain watching, getting emotional at how perfect your little family was.

“Alright, baby. We have to finish the show, say bye-bye!” J-Hope said, putting the toddler down and grabbing her hand. Hokyong waved to the crowd before J-Hope walked her back to the side of the stage, kissing your lips before handing the baby back to you.

“My perfect girls,” he said, winking, before hoping back to his spot on stage and beginning BS&T.

Jungkook:

Your’s and Jungkook’s daughter had just turned a year old. She’d just began walking as well, and you decided to bring her to the last concert of the tour to celebrate her birthday with all the boys afterwards.

Jungmee was extremely intelligent, but very quiet and reserved. The baby girl had been a daddy’s girl from the beginning - always reaching for Jungkook when she was upset or wanted to be held. It was no surprise that Jungkook was the best dad in the world: he admitted he was nervous at first but seeing him with your baby girl was heart melting.

You sat with your daughter in your lap`as she stared out onto the stage, and from time to time, Jungkook would glance over and wave at you and Jungmee - winking and making silly faces. Finally, towards the end of the concert, you could tell your baby was getting tired. She was crabby, crying and struggling to get out of your arms, but whining when you but her down. 

When you put her down on the floor for what must’ve been the 100th time, you hoped she would somehow fall asleep despite the music echoing around the arena. Jungmee was sobbing now, screaming incoherent words as she had a tantrum right then and there. You sighed and over the course of 15 minutes, you picked her up and rocked her, tried to console her with a bottle and then resorted to just swaying back and forth with her in your arms as she screamed.

Jungkook must’ve noticed, and had watched you struggle to keep Jungmee calm. With a smile playing on his lips, he jogs over and stands in front of you, placing his hands under the arms of your daughter before taking Jungmee into his arms. She stops screaming, of course, but still hiccups as leftover tears roll down her cheeks.

“W-what are you doing?” You stammered.

“I want everyone to sing her happy birthday. It was going to be at the end of the concert, but it looks as if you could use a break..” He said, giving you a little smile as he walked back off onto the stage, looking adorable as he held Jungmee in one arm.

“It’s Jeon Jungmee’s birthday…I think we should sing happy birthday, don’t you think?” Jungkook says, bouncing the now happy, tearless baby girl. The entire arena erupted, singing happy birthday to your little girl. By the time Jungkook came over and handed her back to you with a kiss on the cheek, Jungmee smiled as she drifted off as you held her against your shoulder.

Namjoon:

Namsang was the sweetest baby girl on the earth - except when she threw The Tantrum. Your baby girl wasn’t spoiled - not by you at least, since Namjoon always decided to bring the three year old little presents and toys home - but when Namsang pulled The Tantrum, all hell broke loose.

So the little girl decided to pull The Tantrum at the worst time possible - just as Namjoon kissed both of you and ran out on stage with the boys. Namsang reached out after him as he hopped away, her lip curling into a pout as she began to cry. As the boys were jumping around and dancing to their opening song on stage, you turned your back and tried to bounce your daughter into calming down.

Namsang began to kick and try to pull away, and after 10 minutes of fighting her, you set her down. You sat down in the chair beside the stage and rubbed your hand over your face, already all of your energy spent. This is what was bad about bringing a three year old to a three hour long concert - you never knew what would set off another screaming-fest.

When you opened your eyes again, you didn’t even realize your daughter was gone from your sight. You were just relieved that the screaming stopped - and then noticed that something was missing. Frantically, you searched around, behind curtains, under tables and in the surrounding rooms, until you heard Namjoon talking on stage.

“Namsang! Come here,” Namjoon said, and you turned your attention to the CCTV streaming the concert. The camera was pointed at Namjoon with his arms wide open, crouching down to catch his daughter in his arms. Namsang ran into her dad’s arms, earning louds screams from the fans. 

“Aw, baby girl, what are you upset about?” Namjoon asks, wiping the tears from your daughter’s face with a small chuckle, picking her up and holding her close. 

“I didn’t w-want you to leave, daddy.” Namsang said, sniffling. The other boys covered their mouths to hide their laughter while Namjoon just turned his head and said, “Aw, I’m sorry. But you’re here now, right? You don’t have to worry, baby.”

Jin:

There wasn’t a time in your house that nobody was singing. Someone always had a song stuck in their head, and your four year old, Jinhee, was no exception.

Seokjin was constantly teaching her the lyrics to various BTS songs, and she always begged to attend every concert her dad performed at. She loved singing along to I Need U, and Spring Day. Jinhee tried to dance to Not Today, but when she’d trip over her feet, Seokjin would tell her to keep trying her hardest.

Another thing Jinhee did was get emotional. At four years old, you would think she didn’t understand anything her dad and uncles were singing about, but oh man, she did. The little girl would ask what was wrong and why the people they were singing about were leaving in Spring Day.

You had left Jinhee standing at the entrance to the stage while you left to grab a snack from the waiting room. She was usually very obedient, and would listen to you when you told her to stay there. Although, when you walked back Jinhee was not where you had left her. You dropped the fruit snack you had snagged for her and immediately looked out on stage - and saw her running behind all the boys and heading straight for her dad.

“Daddy!” She hiccuped, and there were tears that ran down her cheeks. Seokjin turned around, eyes going wide at the sight of his daughter rushing towards him. He crouched down and held Jinhee in his arms, and you saw him wiping away her tears as he began to talk to her.

“Hey, what are you doing out here? Are you okay?” He asked, concern laced in his voice.

“I-I, the song is sad,” Jinhee cried, burying her face in her dad’s shoulder. Jin closed his eyes and laughed, picking her up and facing the crowd. The entire stadium was a mixture of laughing and cooing, and Jin waved before heading back to the side of the stage to put Jinhee down by you.

“Don’t cry, okay? I love you, stay with mommy.” Seokjin said, kissing his daughter’s forehead before looking at you with a small smile.

this killed me and I am so sorry it’s so late

In The Eye Abides The HeArt

FINALLY a great PLL episode. I have so many thoughts and theories about this one! 

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TWIN CLUES 

  • I’ve said it many times, but I would really hate if there was twin reveal. This was the case with Courtney DiLaurentis in the book version, and its been done with Jessica and Mary DiLaurentis. It would be a cop-out to do it again, so i sincerely hope it doesn’t happen; but lets explore all the twin hints in this episode, because there were so many.
  • ARIA- The first time AD FaceTimed Aria, it was just a hooded figure with a black face, but in this episode it was what looked to be Aria’s facial features on Paige’s face. Weird and off-putting
  • SPENCER- Everyone is thinking and writing about this- but the Spencer we see at the airport with Wren was acting very suspicious. She also is not wearing the white jacket or watch she had on in the previous scene, nor is it draped over her chair. There are also girls wearing matching shirts in the background.

BUT I THINK THE FOLLOWING WAS THE BIGGEST TWIN CLUE OF THE EPISODE:

  • ALISON- Alison says something VERY interesting when Paige asked her if she loved Emily. Ali says this about Emily, “She looks at you and sees who you really are. Maybe that’s the scariest part-You want to be who she sees.”  The second she says this all I could think was WHAT IF IT IS SO SCARY BECAUSE YOU AREN’T THE REAL ALI BUT HER TWIN?! If this Alison that we have been seeing is in fact -lets call her Courtney- then maybe she is feeling remorseful because Emily has been so in love with Alison for so many years, and Courtney wishes she REALLY was Alison. Courtney has taken over Ali’s life but deep down she knows she isnt the real Alison DiLarentis. The title of this episode was “In The Eye Abides The Heart,” which could also connect to this theory. Emily is in love with Alison, and always has been. The person she is seeing now-looks like Alison, but it is really Courtney. But Emily doesn’t know this and believes its Ali because they are identical. Her EYES see who she believes is Alison, which causes her HEART to love her (even though its Courtney). IN THE EYE ABIDES THE HEART.

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EMILY’S BABY

  • I think the biggest reveal of this episode was that Archer Dunhill is not the father of Emily’s baby. So who is it???
  • Charlotte- I am STILL holding out hope that CeCe is not the real Charles, but if she is, what if it was her sperm that she had frozen from before her sex change? She had her boyfriend Archer pretend to be a doctor, and had her cousin Alison implanted with Emily’s eggs and her own sperm. Her cousin gives birth to her baby as a surrogate- this would be the only way she could have a baby now because of her surgery. Even if she is dead now- Archer decided to continue with the plan even after her death so she could “live on.” Confusing and crazy but definitely possible in Rosewood.
  • AD- I have been praying that AD is male, so maybe it is AD’s sperm. Why? Maybe AD is impotent, which is common for sociopaths and people who have severe mental illnesses. If AD is a relative of Alison, he is having his sister give birth to his child, using Emily’s eggs (not Alison’s eggs because of incest). It’s also a way to psychologically torture Emily&Ali as well- which he loves doing.
  • Anonymous [Sperm] Donor (which is an AD anagram)- I also think it’s possible that Alison is still the manipulative bitch she has always been and stole Emily’s eggs and had someone implant them in her with a random sperm donor, as a way to bond her and Emily for life and get Paige out of the picture once and for all. 

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CAMP FOR TROUBLED BOYS

  • So now we know that Lucas and Charles go WAY BACK. They attended the same camp together for troubled boys where Pastor Ted worked as a counselor since he is Charles’ father.
  • Remember how Alison used to call Lucas “Hermie,” and say that he had both girl and guy parts? Sometimes babies are born with both male and female sex organs. What if Lucas was sent to this camp because he really is a hermaphrodite. (I just want to say as a side note that Marlene has not done a good job of portraying these sensitive subjects before (Charles as transgender and Emily as a lesbian) so I hope if they go this route it is done in a respectful and tasteful way)
  • What if Lucas is Bethany Young??? Maybe that is his female persona. 

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COMIC BOOK

  • The A is very pronounced in Lucas’ signature.
  • Lucas and Charles wrote and illustrated a comic book. I LOVED this reveal; it was CRAZY and really cool.
  • Emily & Hanna summarize the comic book: “The hero is this boy who gets picked on by other kids and by his own family. He meets this alien woman in the woods and she becomes his protector. Shes this all powerful shape-shifter that helps get revenge for the boy- by torturing his enemies. And sometimes the boy turns into Arcturus, so he can experience the payback she gets for him.”
  • There is a heavy metal band which goes by Arcturus. In 1997 they released “Master of Disguise” and in 2015 they released a song titled “Game Over”. (PLL.wikia) 
  • Charles used elements of the comic book in the Dollhouse:
  • This obviously proves that Lucas is part of the A Team, and has been since (probably) the very beginning. But I dont think he is or has ever been Head A or AD.

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CLARK KENT 

  • In comic books there is always a superhero and an alter ego. 
  • Batman is Bruce Wayne. Spider-Man is Peter Parker. When that character wakes up in the morning, he’s Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. 
  • Superman didn’t become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he’s Superman. 
  • His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red “S”, that’s the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears - the glasses, the business suit - that’s the costume Superman wears to blend in with us.
  • Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent? He’s weak… he’s unsure of himself… he’s a coward. Clark Kent is Superman’s critique on the whole human race. (kill bill)
  • Look at how similar the boys comic book cover is to Superman’s comic book cover: 


  • They both have a yellow background and red lettering.
  • They both wear a RED CAPE. Which is quite obviously a RED COAT parallel. Maybe this is AD’s homage to his comic book- putting his female A team members in a RED COAT, since his comic book protector wore a RED CAPE.

Now….who wears GLASSES? 

Is TOBY our Clark Kent???? Is Toby AD?!

  • Remember the scene a few episodes back when Spencer visits Toby in the hospital (Remember AD forced her to go. Which makes a lot of sense if Toby is AD) Toby says: “Maybe this town needs to disappear before we can leave”

Maybe that is Toby’s goal. If Toby is AD, maybe he needs to destroy everyone in Rosewood before he can move on with his life.


Then Spencer says, “You should probably try PUTTING ON YOUR GLASSES”

I wrote about this in a previous post but- Spencer says “We beat on, boats against the current.” Which is a quote from The Great Gatsby, and the “all seeing eye” billboard is the most famous imagery and symbolism from that book. 

The title of the episode is “IN THE EYE ABIDES THE HEART.”

When Mona is studying the Board Game, she says that it was LOVINGLY HANDMADE with levers and pulleys. Its NOT a computer, its a construction project. Toby built the Game Board and the Dollhouse. 

I think its seriously possible that Toby is our Clark Kent…sees himself as Superman. He is AD, Lucas & Charles’ avenger.

A History of Violence

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader - A/B/O

(part one of two)

Summary: You and Sam are a bonded pair with four children. You’re both interrogated by the police who are convinced that Sam and Dean are running a criminal enterprise.

This falls into the same AU as The Brown Bottle, Moonlight and The Derby

Warnings: Language, violence, murder, dom/sub overtones. mentions of: knotting, breeding, claiming, giving birth

Words: 3800+

Beta: The always wonderful @saxxxology

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The Raid

It’s just after one in the afternoon and you’re cutting the crust from a peanut butter sandwich. “Liam, you want jelly on yours?”

You son looks up from up his sea of building blocks with a grimace on his face. “No!”

“Alright, no jelly,” you confirm. His cheeks are pink, hair stuck to his forehead. The air conditioning broke two days ago and Sam promised to have one of his guys come by to look at it by tonight. “You look hot buddy, why don’t you come in here.”

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Sutures and Stitches [m] (ft. Jeongguk) Part 1

Genre: Angst, action, fluff, mature (mentions of blood, wounds, medical jargon) (smut in future chapters)

→ Jungkook/Reader

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Summary: hitman!jeongguk and medstudent!Y/N bestfriends!au; Jeongguk always shows up to your place or hospital whenever he gets hurt because you guys are best friends and you patch him up, but he has no idea that every time you stitch up his wounds, it tears open new wounds in your own heart. 

part 1 | part 2 | part 3


It was your secret that your best friend was a hitman, and his secret that his best friend was a medical resident currently $200k in debt and working 80 hours a week saving people. But it worked out somehow. He kept you safe by walking you home to your dingy and dangerous apartment every night after your rounds ended in the dark hours of the night, and you helped him patch up any wounds and kept it secret from his friends and yours. It was a symbiotic relationship, dangerous anyhow, but it worked.

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Hold On, I’m Coming (Part 2)

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Summary: you and Dean have your first date

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: language, mention of injuries, mention of stitches

A/N: You guys want more - you got it! Hope you like it, and there will be at least a few more parts that I’ve got planned. Beta and general life credit to my twin @deanssweetheart23 for reading everything and putting up with me

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“Are we not gonna talk about the elephant in the room ?” - Batmom x Damian Wayne

A story I worked a lot on (my “main” Batmom origin story) got erased for NO reason from Tumblr, and I got so frustrated I decided to write some fluff. It’s shit fluff, but I needed it. So here, Batmom and Damian stealing elephants and shit, hope you’ll like it : 

(My Masterlist blog : https://www.tumblr.com/blog/ella-ravenwood-archives)

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-So…Let me get this straight. You stole the entire circus’ zoo, because you thought the animals were being mistreated ? 

-We didn’t “thought” the animals were mistreated Bruce, they were. 

Bruce Wayne was rarely surprised in his life, being prepared for anything and all that crap…but right now, in front of his wife and son, and a garden full of a lot of different animals, he had to admit…he was a little bit stunned. 

Was that an elephant ? Oh yes, it was totally an elephant. An elephant who was caressing his wife with its trunk. Of course. Why not ?

Like he was actually hugging you with it, and you were totally ignoring it and were focused on telling something to him, even as the damn pachyderm was licking the back of your head. Was this real life ? 

Bruce, focused on the elephant hugging you with its trunk, and licking your head, didn’t listen to a word you were saying, and you noticed. With a smile you turned around and asked “Tiny” (of course the damn gigantic elephant would be call “Tiny”) to please leave you for a little while. The king of Africa didn’t argue, and went to play with your son and…Bruce was loosing it a bit. 

The Hell was going on ? With a voice that was way higher than his usual voice, he asks you, crossing his arms, trying to keep a little bit of dignity : 

-Ho…ho…How exactly did you achieve -he gestures to the bunch of animals in his garden- all that ? 

You smile, and approach him. You take his hands and sits him on a deck chair, brushing a few fingers lovingly on his cheek.

-Well, you see my Broosh, it all started when…

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It all started when you saw a poster, taped clumsily on a wall in Gotham Central. It read : “The World’s greatest Circus” and had a picture of acrobats and multiple different animals on it. 

And the one that got your attention, was the elephant. 

He just seemed so sad, being forced on a giant bouncing ball to walk on…You were with Damian, having just picked him up from school when you saw it, and as he noticed the sorrow on your face he got worried : 

-Are you alright mother ? 

You smiled weakly at him and gestured to the circus’ poster. 

-Yes. It’s just…It makes me sad to see such wonderful creatures being used like that you know ? 

You could see the concentration on your son’s face, as he was staring at the poster…There was always a strong connection, between you and Damian. 

Even at the beginning, when he was trying to deny it, to push you away and refuse any motherly action from you toward him…There was something.

And one day, he just wasn’t able to resist that something anymore. 

Yes, there was a strong connection between the two of you since you first met, and you always seemed to understand each other without explaining much what you actually felt. And so, Damian knew what to do. 

-Let’s go free it. 

-Uh ? 

-Let’s go free it mom, bring him home ! 

-Damian, I’m not sure he’ll be much happy in Wayne Manor’s…

-No, I mean, home home. Africa ! 

It only took a few seconds of reflexion, and you were sold. 

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Mafia!Jungkook Imagine

Summary:

Imagine your a police officer trying to arrest a mafia boss… A quite special one. In the end, nothing goes like planned… And suddenly he’s your boss.

 Genre:

Mafia!Au, and a little bit of everything?

Part 1//Part 2


Usually you weren’t charged with cases involving the mafia. Especially since you got this job only half a year ago. But today, you entered your working place and instantly noticed that something was off: Everyone was looking at you with a curious, sympathetic expression. You raised your eyebrows in confusion when your boss, a middle-aged, serious woman, left her office and came your way.

“Good morning, (Y/N). I’ve got bad news. Officer Miller didn’t return from his… mission yesterday. He probably got in contact with the mafia. We need someone to search for him. Your the only one who  might know where exactly he went.”

Your eyes went big in shock and you nodded. Yes, you knew where he went. And you’d told him at least 10 times to stay away from there. That idiot… Of course you were the one saving his ass now. You informed your boss that you were leaving immediatly, since every second might be his last. You also took one of your co-workers with you, since you didn’t want to make the same mistake as him. 10 minutes later, equipped with a gun and a tracking device, you and oneof your co-workers where rushing to the place where you assumed you’d find the Officer.

“I can’t believe Miller was naive enough to go there alone. Even I heard that this part of town is practically invested by the mafia! What was he hoping? That he could arrest them all alone?”, the young man accompanying you said angrily.

You just shrugged your shoulders. Actually, he was probably right. Some people just wanted to be a hero at all costs.

After looking for the officer for about 2 hours in a quite shabby neighbourhood, the two of you arrived at a shady looking bar. Just looking at it made you feel uncomfortable. The wall was painted all black but the colour was already falling off, making the whole building looking kind off run-down. There where no windows. The only hint of colour decorating the bar was a yellow neon sign. It said ‘Happy Oasis’, which made you roll your eyes. Whoever picked this name was probably blind. But you were pretty sure the Officer went to this part of town, so if they didn’t bring him to another place that fast, this bar was your last hope.

You told your co-worker to stay close to you as you entered the bar. Loud, harsh voices, the smell of alcohol and way to much perfume were making you want to puke or at least run away. But you forced yourself to stay and observe the bar. You pulled your collar up to your nose and made sure your gun was still there. It was an open secret that you weren’t welcome here and luckily you weren’t dumb enough to wear your police uniform. It only took you a few seconds to realize that you were being observed.  

In the darkest corner of the bar a few guys were sitting on a big, dark red sofa. They were drinking a strange clear liquid and some of them had amused smirks on their faces. You immediatly knew who they where. Not like they were trying to hide it.

“I think those guys might know where Officer Miller is…”, your co-worker whispered. You nodded slightly, not wanting to catch the attention of even more people. Well, there was only one way to find out. You exchanged a knowing glance with him, then you made your way over to the sofa. You didn’t even need to say anything, one of them immediatly started talking.

“Well well, what are the cops doing at a place like this? Is your job getting boring?”, he said as he raised one eyebrow. Some of the other guys started laughing.

You tried not to show them how confused you where. How did he know you where cops? Did you act that obvious? However, you still had to find out where Miller was.

“You know why whe’re here. You took something that’s not yours. And we’d like to have it back.”, you said with a stable voice. The last thing you wanted was to sound intimidated- even If you where.

Now all of them were laughing. The atmosphere was overbearing. You exchanged an alarmed look with your co-worker. Maybe they weren’t the one who took Miller and you where just getting yourselfs in danger, without a reason. Maybe you should just leave. At least your brain was telling you to do so. And your legs. And basically every cell of your body.

“We take something that’s not ours every day, sweetie.You'll have to get more precise, I don’t have time for you.”

Your nerves where already all on edge, so you decided to just confront him. Not like you had a choice, this wasn’t going well for you at all anyways.

“You abducted a Police Officer. Where is he? If I was you, I wouldn’t mess with the Police.”

You weren’t really thinking, you just tried to get some information without getting yourself into deeper trouble. On the risk that those guys didn’t even take the Officer. However, that didn’t work out well.

“Maybe we did. Maybe we didn’t. And I don’t think you should talk about messing with someone right know.” The guy eyed you with his dark brown eyes, eyebrows still raised. You could tell he was starting to get impatient. You need to get yourself out of here, but on the other hand you couldn’t just leave Miller with those mafia guys- If they actually took him. You took a deep breath. There was no right or wrong, just a solution that would save your ass- and your co-workers.

“How about we make a deal? You let our collegue go and we make sure there’s not going to be a police raid in this area.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest. They had to agree. This was your last chance. It was a fair deal, all you could do. You assumed the guy who talked to you was the leader so you studied his reaction. He actually seemed to be considering it. You had to admit that you couldn’t assure him that the police wasn’t doing a police raid anyways after Miller was free, but you still prayed for the best.

After some time, it felt like eternity, he lifted his head and smirked. The other guys where already minding their own business by now, leaving the brown eyed guy, you and your co-worker alone.

“Alright. That’s the deal. No police raids here. That cop is free. Follow me… I’ll show you where he is. And don’t even try to trick me, someone’s watching my back.”

He stood up from the sofa, now standing right in front of you. He was quite tall and you couldn’t stop yourself from realizing…- how handsome he actually was. Even when he had this strange smirk on his lips. It gave you chills. His dark brown hair looked so fluffy you had to hold yourself back from touching it. Before he could catch you staring at his face, he turned around and quickly walked to a little, black door which you hadn’t even seen until now. You had problems keeping up with him and making sure your gun was still at the right place, so you didn’t mind turning around to look for your co-worker. If he wasn’t crazy. he would be following anyways. When you arrived at the door, the mafia guy opened it and signaled for you to walk in. Once again you didn’t have a choice, so you quickly walked into the room, expecting Officer Miller to be there somewhere. However, you were greeted by nothing but darkness. It was so dark you couldn’t even see your own hand. You had a really bad feeling about this. If he was here, wouldn’t he try to make a sound? It was completely silent. Way to silent. Was it all… a trap? You could hear the door closing behind you with a loud bump and you jumped slightly. Right. You could slap yourself. Yes, you didn’t have a choice, but you shouldn’t have trusted him.

“The deal was that your collegue is free. Well, he is now. He’s on his way home with the other cop. Make yourself comfortable, sweetie, because your not leaving soon.”

Originally posted by nnochu


So this was part one of my very first Imagine-

If you guys like it, I’ll make a part two, If not… This Imagine is just chilling on my blog, don’t mind it xD

Please let me know in case you actually like it.~~

New Girl (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Word Count: 1156

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

AN: You can read part two here

Being the new girl at midtown high school was not something you were looking forward to today. Your parents always seemed to be moving around and being the new kid at school every year became old fast. Making friends was something you stayed away from as you’d only stick around for one school year anyway. But this time was different, this time your parents promised that this was the last move and that couldn’t have made you any happier. However that didn’t shake the nerves you felt for your first day.

It was currently first period and your eyes were busy searching for someplace to sit in the classroom. All eyes were on you as people whispered to their classmates, wanting to know who the new kid was. It was the same old drill every year but you still hated the feeling of all the attention on you. You notice a girl sitting towards the back of the classroom with her head stuck in a book. She seemed like someone you would get along with as she reminded you of yourself, so mustering up some courage you approached the empty seat beside her, all eyes on you as you moved through the classroom.

Shyly tapping her shoulder to gain her attention your voice showed how nervous you were. “Hi I’m new here and I was just wondering if it’s okay if I sit here? If not that’s totally okay I get it you probably have friends-”

Looking up from her book she sent you a friendly smile as she took in your anxious appearance. “I don’t mind, really. What’s your name?”

Relief flooded through your body at the girls kindness, you were worried you would start off the school year by pissing off someone. “Y/N. It’s my first day here, sorry that i’m so nervous I just have trouble talking to new people. What’s your name?”

The girl moved her books off the desk to make room for you as you gratefully took the seat beside her. Turning to you she leaned her elbow on the desk, resting her chin in the palm of her hand as she seemed to observe you. “I’m Michelle and welcome to midtown high. You seem like a nice and smart girl so I suggest staying away from any popular cliques, it’s honestly too dramatic and messy.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her last comment as you knew all too well to stay away from those sorts of crowds. Those type of people often held an interest and wanted to be your friend before they discovered how much of a nerd you really were. “I doubt they’d want to be friends with the new science nerd who was on the mathletes. Every school I go to I’m known as the freaky genius girl.” Michelle let out a snort at your words, having to take a sip of water to calm herself down from her laughter. “Freaky genius girl? Wow that’s original.” You laughed along with her, glad she had the same sense of humour as you did. 

After calming down from your laughter Michelle was the first to speak.“Well don’t think you’re the biggest nerd in the school yet, wait until you meet Parker.” Your eyebrows furrowed at the name, obviously not knowing who on earth this girl was talking about. “Who?”

Noticing the teacher finally entering the classroom she decides to shrug off the topic. “Never mind i’ll introduce you both later. But I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship Y/N.”


It was now the end of second period which you sadly didn’t share with Michelle. Clinging your books tightly to your chest you already mentally had a list of what homework you had to start tonight. You were last out of the classroom, too caught up in your own thoughts when you felt yourself bump into somebody. How cliche.

All your books were scattered on the ground around you making you internally groan at your luck. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking.” Mumbling out apologies to the stranger that you hadn’t even looked at yet you bent down to pick up the mess, noticing that this stranger was kind enough to help you. This caused you to finally look up and meet the gaze of the strangers, only to be met with a pair of dark eyes that captivated you. It was a boy with dark curly messy hair and a strong jawline, his attractiveness making you a little speechless. 

“Are you alright?” Your thoughts were interrupted by his voice which snapped you back into reality. Having trouble finding the words to speak your response came out quieter than you would have liked, your shyness evident through your actions.“Oh-yeah um thank you…”

Sending you a friendly smile the boy nervously tucked his hands into his jean pockets. “I’m Peter, Peter Parker.” Eyes widening in realisation you rushed out your words excitedly. “Oh you’re Parker!”

Obviously confused by your strange outburst, Peter quirked an eyebrow confusedly. “I’m sorry?” Realising your words probably creeped him out as you were a complete stranger, you hurriedly rushed out an excuse.  “Oh this girl I met this morning, Michelle, she mentioned you.”

Nodding his head in understanding you noticed his eyes look up and down your body, making you feel nervous under his gaze. “That’s unlike Michelle to make new friends, you must be something special.” Your cheeks darkened instantly, you feeling all giddy inside. Realising you hadn’t told him your name you held out your hand so he could shake it. “I’m Y/N by the way, just moved here.”

Gratefully accepting your handshake he smiled back at you making butterflies erupt in your tummy. “Well welcome to midtown, do you wanna join me and my friends for lunch?” Knowing that one of those friends was Michelle brought you comfort so you accepted the offer. “Sure.”

Walking along beside him as he led you to the lunchroom you couldn’t help but bring up a topic you’d been dying to ask about ever since you arrived in Queens. “I hope this doesn’t sound weird but…is it true about that new hero running around queens. The one called Spider-man?”Glancing at you as you asked the question you swear you saw something shift in his eyes, but decided to ignore it. “I’ve heard of him yeah. Why do you ask?”

“Well I’ve never lived near a superhero before, that’s gotta be cool. Also I’ve seen him on youtube, he’s amazing!” Becoming a little embarrassed at your moment of fangirling over the superhero, you shyly hid your face behind your hands. 

“Someone’s got a crush.” His words came out mockingly like a young boy as you playfully pushed his shoulder. “So what if I do? Not like I’m ever gonna meet the guy.” Smirking down at you Peter let a chuckle fall from his lips. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” If only you knew…

FP Jones x Reader "Craving something sweet"

Pairing: FP Jones x Reader (she’s legal, don’t worry 😂)

Summary: FP is craving something sweet

Warnings: Oral Sex

A/N: Sorry it’s short and it probably sucks! Just breaking the writers block away. Sorry if there is any mistakes, it’s almost 3AM and I’m tired af.

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Part 2

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Riverdale wasn’t a town where tourist would come and take awkward and cringing pictures at touristy places. It was more like “we’re just passing by” kind of town. It self, the town looked old and full of danger, so many people just ignore the little town and head off to their destination without a memory of the lonely grey town.

Y/N Lodge was the oldest child in her family and was half way through getting her bachelors degree when her father had been arrested. She was forced to leave University only to move with her mother and young sister to the small town of Riverdale. Even though her mother left working in Pop’s, Y/N was left working in the dinner as she tried to get her life back. Twenty two years old and she was barely holding on to keep her head up.

Riverdale wasn’t as bad, the people were nice but the teenagers were the worst; especially the privileged kids.

Pop’s had left her working alone for the late shift. With Pop’s being open 24 hours, he had her almost every night working the late shifts. Which at first she was against with, but now she was getting used to it.

The mysterious serpent watched Y/N from his truck as she was cleaning the table booths and getting everything spotless. One in the morning and clearly nobody else was going to barge in wanting onion rings or a milkshake at that hour.

The bell above the door rang as the serpent had decided to finally make his entrance to the empty dinner. At that moment, he watched her bending down to pick up the dirty rag that had fallen from her hold. “Empty house Lodge?” He spoke, as she turned around to face him. She knew he had been staring at her from his truck since he parked, but she got startled at the sound of his raspy voice so close to her.

“A burger with everything and a side of onion rings?” Y/N giggled, removing the pencil from the bun that was pulling away her long wavy black hair. She walked towards FB, but only to pass by him to take his order behind the counter.

“Actually, I just want a milkshake.” The loyal serpent customer smirked at her appearance. Her pastel yellow uniform hugged her curves perfectly as her messy hair fell below her breast.

“Getting tired of me and my burgers?” Usually, when Pop’s left her working the night shift, she was the one who always cooked after midnight.

“Your burgers are good, I’m just trying not to get fat.” He chuckled, his eyes landing on Y/N’s lips. She had her wooden yellow pencil between her lips as her teeth sank into the small pencil. Oh, how he would love to taste her. “And I would never get tired of you sweetheart.”

“You better not.” Y/N blushed, avoiding his intimidating eyes. “What flavor do you want?”

“What’s your favorite one?” FP asked. He always looked forward to spending his sleepless nights at Pop’s with Hiram Lodge’s oldest daughter. It was a dangerous path, and the venomous serpent wanted to take it.

“Probably the double chocolate with extra whip cream.” FP rolled his eyes at her playfully. Veronica and Y/N were quite different, but when it came to food, they were like the same person.

“I’ll have the mint chocolate mint with no whip cream and your favorite one please.” FP didn’t really have a sweet tooth for milkshakes, but he did have a sweet tooth for a certain Lodge.

“Damn, you must be having cravings tonight.” Y/N laughed, making her way towards the ice cream fridge. FP didn’t dare take his eyes off her as she prepared his order on the other side. His weekdays went from boring to having late night chats at Pop’s with his favorite waitress. FP had switched his routine from drinking every night, to spending his beer money on actual food while he spent time with the oldest Lodge daughter. He didn’t care the trouble that would come from flirting with Hiram’s daughter, but he couldn’t resist her innocent looks.

She was quieter than Veronica, she didn’t wear pearls on her neck and since she started working, her louboutin heels were replaced by simple white vans that matched her pastel uniform to perfection. “I thought you were more of a vanilla type of girl.”

“Baby, there’s nothing vanilla about me.” Y/N cockily smiled at the fired up serpent as she placed both milkshakes in front of him. Handing her a ten dollar bill, he grabbed both shakes and walked over to one of the many empty table booths.

“When you finish putting that in the register, sit with me.” He didn’t asked, but he ordered her with his raspy and demanding voice. Y/N insides twirled as she made her way to the booth after she had closed the register door. “Drink.” He demanded once again, sliding over the shake he had order, only for her.

“You didn’t have to buy me the shake.” She spoke up while she avoided his eyes in front of her. FB on the other hand, couldn’t keep his eyes off her. The predator in him wanted to pull her on his lap and taste her completely. He wanted to have her warm skin on his, he wanted to explore every inch of her.

“Your innocence is captivating, what are you doing to me Lodge?” Y/N’s glistening eyes landed on his own as she bit down her lip. She was feeling the fire in her increase as she watched him stared her down completely. “How can I control myself if you keep looking at me like that baby.” He groaned, his hand finding his way to his already messy hair.

“What if I don’t want you to control yourself?” FP didn’t waste a second more. He pulled himself off his side of the booth and rushed towards her side. Quickly, she wrapped her arms around his neck desperately as his hands found themselves running up her now exposed thighs. She pulled him into her, crashing her lips to his as his hands reached up to her ass and he pulled her on to his lap. Y/N slipped her own tongue between his lips, being the one to take charge.

There was nothing vanilla about Y/N Lodge, clearly. Her lips were now attached to his jawline and then following his neck, sucking on his sweet spot. “Y/N.” He moaned out, holding on to her tightly as she grinned her hips on his growing bulge. She was the one calling the shots, and even though FP enjoyed it; he wanted to hear her cries and moans desperately.

Gripping on her sides, he pushed her hard on the end of the booth as he nibbled his way up from her neck and on to her jawline. “You were right earlier, I was craving something sweet.” He whispered to her before going down to her now exposed breast leaving sloppy kisses on each one. “I’m craving you.” Y/N jumped a bit as his shivering fingertips ran across her thighs.

“FP.” She moaned, as he pushed her uniform skirt up to her stomach as he went down on her. He left soft kisses on her inner thighs, teasing her every second. Pulling her underwear off, he slipped one finger into her and quickly her hands gripped on his hair as he added his tongue to the mix. Y/N cried out of pleasure as his tongue fuck her like his life depended on it. Another shock hit her as he ran circles on her clit into the mixture. Y/N felt like she wasn’t even in her own body anymore; the pleasure was too good. He moaned as her thighs tightened their grip, sending vibrations into her.

“God FP.” She panted, as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of her as she rode out her high.

“After you get off your shift, my place.” He pulled up her underwear back up and fixed her skirt as Y/N tried to catch her breath still. FP smirked proudly as he watched her still overwhelmed from his touch.

“Good, because I need more of you.” She admitted, pulling him towards her and crashing her lips to his once again. She was the one now hungry for dominance, but that had to wait.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” He teased her, once he pulled away from her.

“Don’t have all the fun without me Jone.” Y/N laughed, as she watched him walk towards the door and his truck.

He knew what he was getting himself in to, but he didn’t care; he wanted her for himself.

FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 4

Originally posted by riverdales-daily

AN: I decided to post this earlier than I originally said and I’m also Sorry for the cliff hanger last part! This chapter is a little messy but I hope you like it and things are going to start picking up from now on!

Catch up: (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 2,323

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic, none really

**Incoming call: FP Jones**

You frowned at the unexpected call. It hadn’t been long since you left the bar, why would FP call you? 

You heard Jughead’s voice from down the hall, he had only just got home, and you moved towards your window on the other end of the room. 

“Hello?” You answered quietly, cautious that Jughead was just down the hall. 

“I need you to come to the trailer park.” FP said immediately. You knew you should have ask ‘why’ and ‘was everything okay?’ but you just said you were on your way and then hung up. 

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You’re Okay, I Guess

Pairing: (platonic) Jughead Jones x Reader

Summary: Jughead helps the Reader out in a run-in with her ex by the most unexpected methods

Warnings: nah, not much to say

Originally posted by loislanes94

You swirled the thick straw in between your thumb and index finger, staring gloomily at your half-drunken cookies and cream milkshake, not really having the appetite to down the milkshake, despite it being one of Pop’s more popular specialties. Honestly, it would be a miracle if you ended up feeling better by the end of the day, seeing as today was as shitty as days get.

First off, your mother had, earlier today, told you that if you wanted to continue living under her roof, you were to find a part-time job and try to ‘support the family’; and by 'family’, she meant her debilitating alcoholism. What with you being in the editorial board, plus running for track and being in a band, there was absolutely no way you could even indulge in the idea of working part-time seeing as your social life was non-existent and your actual life was hanging on by a fraying thread. Then of course, today marks a week since the Break Up with your ex Reggie, whom you recently found out through Kevin Keller that he had been sleeping around with other girls even when you were still together, which added more salt to the wound, as if more salt could ever be rubbed in that particular, still-healing injury.

So there you were, taking up an entire booth at Pop’s, wallowing in self-pity as you picked aimlessly at the crumpled tissue where you had wiped your mouth earlier, thinking of the tissue as a metaphor for your life, when the door to the burger-and-milkshake-serving diner opened, and in came a rowdy groups of guys you knew went to Riverdale High with you. How could you tell? It was probably because Reggie was smack-dab in the middle of the group, laughing and fooling around with his equally nauseating friends, shoving at each other as they made their (unwanted) presence in the otherwise peaceful shop known.

Of course, you had immediately ducked your head and pretended to fiddle with your phone to try to hide from Reggie and his puke-inducing gang of friends, in case they decided to make your day a living hell more than ever, practically having bile rising up your throat, trying to calm yourself down by sipping lightly at your milkshake. Through your eyelashes, you saw that some of the guys had crammed inside a booth, but to your horror, Reggie and one of his cronies had sidled up to the counter less than 7 feet away from you to pick up their order like they usually did after school when you tagged along, talking rather loudly about something you didn’t care to listen in on. Thankfully, they didn’t seem to have noticed you, and you were intent on things staying that way for as long as they were here, but of course, luck seemed to have abandoned your side completely as Reggie’s friend had scanned the diner and his gaze landed on you, where you tried to pretend you were typing away into your phone. Out the corner of your eye, you saw the friend nudge your ex with his elbow and not-so-discreetly whispered, “Well, look who it is, Reggie.” to him, making your ex turn and glance at you.

Of course, he didn’t say anything, just gave you that judgemental, 'you-are-all-beneath-me’ look and rolled his eyes at you. “I can’t believe you tapped that, I mean what was she like? Isn’t she like, a neurotic loner or something?” His friend pressed on.

“Trust me, biggest mistake of my life.” Reggie played along, knowing full well that you heard every word, trying not to break down and yell at that smug bastard for being a petty dipshit. “I mean, look at her, she’s hoarding an entire booth for her fat self and she’s so pathetic, she doesn’t even have friends to share-”

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” A vaguely familiar voice cut through the dissing Reggie and his friend were doing at your expense, and to your surprise, a raven-haired guy in a grey beanie sat down next to you in the booth, forcing you to scoot over reluctantly, despite not being aware you had agreed to meet anyone up at Pop’s today. Not that you had that many friends to hang out with in the first place…

Before you could ask the guy on why he was sitting there with you, he said, “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.”, glancing pointedly at you with his back towards Reggie and his friend, dark eyes instructing you to play along when you realized who he was; Riverdale High’s resident Emo McEmo, Jughead Jones.

You recalled seeing him a few times at school, him mostly keeping to himself with headphones practically surgically attached to his head, the quiet, mysterious type of guy that probably knew everyone’s deepest, darkest secrets just by silently observing his surroundings and gathering information unnoticed. He was an intriguing guy who seemed to have way more going on in his mind than most kids in Riverdale High combined, a person who has a deeper understanding on the human emotion and yet rarely shows any emotion other than boredom most times. But still, it didn’t answer your earlier inquiries on why the hell did he think you both were friendly enough that he could just barge into your booth and make himself at home when your bully of an ex and his similarly brute douchey friend were less than 7 feet away from you both.

“The freak and the slut, a perfect pair, yes?” Reggie’s friend nudged at the former, him looking a little put off by Jughead’s arrival. Everyone with a brain knew of the beef Reggie had with Jughead, so it was understandable why Reggie tensed up a little when Jughead appeared, under the pretence that you and him were somewhat friendly with each other. Whatever, it’s not like he has a hold over me, you thought, sending a steely glare at the two.

“Leave her alone.” Jughead spoke, a low but dangerous tone, one that surprised you. Surely he wasn’t actually…sticking up for you, was he? Jughead Jones, Defender of the Bullied? As far as you knew about him (and it wasn’t much), he was more of a sidelines guy, keeping out of trouble by staying under the radar. This, however, was totally out of character. “Don’t you asshats have something better to do than pick on people who did nothing wrong against you?”

“Oh-ho, look, the freak speaks! Defending his lady now, is he?” Reggie’s friend sneered.

“I did (Y/N) a favour by hooking up with her sorry ass.” Reggie spat spitefully, upturning his nose at you as if you were dirt under his shoes. “But in the end, she wasn’t even worth it.” He smirked when he saw both you and Jughead shift in your seats at an almost identical position, clearly ruffled by his words.

Before you could tell him to go shove a cactus up his ass, Jughead once again stepped in and told him, “No, it was (Y/N) who did you a favour by going out with you; I mean, who would even want to hook up with a guy like you?” This comment caused Reggie’s friend to turn pale, a bad sign, seeing as not many dared to talk shit about Reggie…to his face.

“You’re one to talk, Hannibal Lecter, when you’ve never even gotten past first base with a girl!” Reggie said angrily, just as their order arrived, his friend momentarily diverting his attention to the food.

“At least I’m getting laid.” Jughead replied calmly, and then, as if it was no big deal, turned towards you and pulled you into a kiss, one hand cupping your cheek as his mouth moved slowly against yours, a clear sign that he wasn’t used to kissing. Too surprised to even function, you noticed the disgruntled sounds of disgust coming from the two, and when you finally let Jughead take control, you heard them moving away from near your booth, defeated.

“Um…” You pulled away from the dark-haired boy once they were out of earshot, eyes wide at the realization that a guy, whom you barely spoke to in the past years you’ve been in the same school as him, had just defended you and kissed you despite not even owing you anything. “Wha…What was that for?” You asked him nervously, eyes darting to where the group of guys were, all of them already halfway out the door, not noticing the two of you.

“You wanted them to stop bugging you, right?” He asked you, following your gaze to the door that shut behind the group, you nodding slowly. “That should do the trick.” He added, referring to the kiss.

“But…why would you…why would you kiss me?” You asked him, confused.

“I, uh…” For once, Jughead didn’t seem to have a proper answer.

“Are you…are you gay or something?” You squinted at him, trying to squeeze out the truth from him. “I won’t judge you or anything-”

“No, no, it’s quite complicated, really…” He readjusted his grey beanie before continuing to speak. “I’m not attracted to girls. And guys. I’m not attracted to anyone, really.” Oh.

“And they’ve been harassing you about that?” You caught on quickly enough, recalling how hurt Reggie looked when Jughead told him he was getting laid. I will never understand boys and their over-inflated egos, you sighed inwardly.

He nodded, looking, for a split second, as if he was going to say something, but he didn’t. “Well hey, at least your plan worked!” You nudged him optimistically, coaxing a small smile from him, just the faintest twitch of the corner of his lips you were kissing a few minutes ago. “I’m cool with platonic kissing.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “This doesn’t mean I’m attracted to you or anything, I just…” You gave up trying to justify your words. “You’re not…you’re okay, I guess.” You mumbled feebly.

“Well, the feeling is mutual, (Y/N).” Jughead smiled, a proper smile, one you’ve never ever seen before. “If I had to choose a girl to willingly kiss for the rest of my school year, it would be you.”

“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” You grinned, before both of you burst into laughter.


@bananakid42 @multifandomlove2002 @negansgrimes 

Yeah, I know I’m a Supernatural fanfiction account but like a lot of people on Tumblr, we were thrust into the world of Riverdale when we watched it, so it’s understandable. 

Anyway. 

If you like Supernatural (especially Rob Benedict/Chuck Shurley/Gabriel/Richard Speight Jr) then you can go check out my masterlist. If you want more of Jughead one-shots like this, feel free to request me anything that isn’t smut because I respect ace (aroace?) Jughead (c’mon guys, it’s canon). All you gotta do is send me an ask! 

Under The Table

 REQUEST(anon) - Could u plz write a “one-shot” about touching Steve’s erection during an important dinner(than him coming into ur hand) if that makes any sense plz and ty❤

WARNINGS - Handjob under a table  ,a little teasing . 

A/N - Thank you so much Taw @supersoldierslover for your help . 

Also , I am so sorry nonny that this took so long to write . I hope you like it  

WORDS - 1836



“Hmmm, Steve….”, you moan breathlessly as he pins you against the wall , and squeezes your ass harshly .

“Fuuuck , do you feel that baby.”, he asks his head resting against yours as he looks into your eyes lustfully . He pushes his hard covered cock onto your pussy and starts grinding his hips up and down .

One of his hand reaches your breast and he pulls your dress down exposing your taut nipples to him . He bends his head forward and takes your nipple between his teeth and pulls it . Your head falls back on the wall in pleasure .

He pushes you tight against the wall to stop any movement and folds his arms holding your thighs in position as he starts rubbing his cock and adding pressure over your clit .

“Oh god , Don’t stop babe.”, you moan as you take his lips  in a bruising kiss . Your swirl your tongue around his and bite his lip .

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7 minutes in heaven

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Summary: The party people wants you and Pietro together because everyone but you two knew each other’s feelings. 

Warnings: Heated kissing? 

A/N: Feedback is love.


Originally posted by loud-and-messy

Alcohol and food always meant trouble at the Stark Tower, especially on Fridays when everyone had had enough of an extenuating week of researching and short missions. The team wanted to have a party; one like the old times. One in which someone ended up naked or going at it with another team member.

Tony and Natasha had it all set up; they had prepared everything from Monday that week until they realized what was missing. They weren’t the kind of people who put much thought into their feelings, and they didn’t like when others pondered too long about the dos and don’ts regarding other people. (Y/N) was one of those.

In endless conversations, she had spoken to both of them about what she felt for the speedster, Pietro Maximoff and how confused she was because she wasn’t sure if his behavior towards her was a sign of what he felt.

And Pietro was another boring conversation they hated to have, although it wasn’t very often that the Sokovian decided to open up his heart with other person than his sister, who was troubled enough to feel something for a “man” who was not really aware of what feelings were, but she went along with it, unlike her brother.

Night time had arrived, and the Avengers had a few drinks on them; they were all relaxed thanks to the countless beers and shots available. Natasha broke the laughter with a few simple words.

“Shall we play a game?” The redhead smiled wickedly. The team cheered up, but little did they know what her idea was. “I was thinking that maybe we could play 7 minutes in heaven?”

“How old are you, Romanoff?” Clint teased. She glared at him.

“I say we could use the fun.” Tony backed Nat. “Besides, everyone loves a hook up.”

The discussion didn’t last long, and while Natasha and Tony went to set up the papers, Wanda came closer to both of them. She helped them quietly until she saw what they were up to. There were lots of papers with Pietro’s and (Y/N)’s name and it didn’t take long for her to realize their true intentions.

“You know;” she said as she folded the papers; “if you want to set my brother and (Y/N) up, you could’ve asked instead of killing so many trees.” Her voice was calmed, but it still had a taint of a silly giggle in it. She smiled at them as her eyes turned red and the threads of energy moved the papers to the hats.

“So them being together doesn’t bother you?” Natasha asked, cocking an eyebrow in disbelief. “I mean, your face isn’t very cheerful when they’re together. No offense, but it looks like you truly hate them.”

“Not taken,” the brunette woman giggled, “but it’s the problem with my face, Pietro says the same thing. Anyway—“she shook her head—“do you want the help or not?” The older avengers nodded, and now the three were onto something.

The first ones to go were Steve and Natasha, and by the flush on her cheeks, she surely received something good. Steve licked his lips lusciously and sat as if nothing ever happened. Then, it was Pietro’s turn to draw a paper. Wanda tricked the hat and when Pietro unfolded the cutout, it was (Y/N)’s name on it. Tony, Natasha and the witch shared a meaningful look and tried not to laugh at the terrible coincidence.

(Y/N) took Pietro’s hand and seductively looked at him; he bit his bottom lip and followed her to the closet. She turned on the lights inside it and sat on the ottoman that Tony kept. They stayed in silence, stealing looks from one another and turning their heads away when their eyes met. (Y/N) groaned and threw her head back onto the wall.

“Do we use this time to make out or we’re gonna keep quiet?” Pietro teased from the other side of the closet.

“I don’t know,” (Y/N) shrugged, “but now that you mention it… can we have a little talk?” He nodded a silent reply. “Do you like me? I mean, are you trying to flirt with me because you like me or because you wanna fuck me?”

“Both.” He snickered. “Haven’t I been explicit?”

“Not really.” (Y/N) shook her head. “And it’s been awfully confusing, Piet.” She sighed deeply. “I don’t wanna be another one of your hook ups, I believe I deserve more than that.”

Pietro whooshed to (Y/N)’s position and placed his hands on both sides of her body. She tensed immediately when the speedster’s lips were too close to hers. Inside her chest, her heart beat like crazy and she couldn’t stop looking up to those bright blue eyes that were almost intimidating. His hot breath brushed her face and in a split second, his mouth molded with hers in a perfect kiss.

(Y/N) cupped his face in her hands and Pietro quickly, and effortlessly, picked her up and he sat on the ottoman instead. She straddled his lap and gently rocked her hips to get more friction. Pietro’s lips parted from (Y/N)’s and he kissed down her jawline and stopped on her pulse point to suck a bruise.

Her heart was beating so fast that Pietro could feel its rhythm under his lips. She moaned softly when his teeth sunk on her skin and his strong hands played with the hem of her top, but before they could get any more excited, the doors were flew open with several heads peering inside. The two were cut off by a group of nosy avengers, whose faces showed how happy they were.

“Those weren’t 7 minutes.” (Y/N) shook her head in annoyance.

“Printsessa,” Pietro whispered to her hear softly, “I believe we spent two or threw just looking at each other and talking.” Then, he placed a soft kiss on her cheek and helped her up again.

They left the closet holding hands while the most eager ones, Natasha, Tony and Wanda, cheered up on them and their new accomplishment.