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regularghostly  asked:

Okay I know the popular scenario is "embarrassed mutual pining" (and trust me I love that) but what about this: soon after lance realizes his feelings for Keith he just fully embraces them and starts flirting with Keith almost 24/7 the way he does with random alien chick only more specific/flattering? And Keith's like "what did my gay ass do to deserve this" not knowing Lance is actually fully serious. Then Lance finally stops playing games and just asks him out and Keith's like U WERE SERIOUS?


The time Lance realized that he was undeniably attracted to boys was directly correlated to Keith. It was weird because he could have sworn that he didn’t like Keith - that dense, unwillingly condescending and hotheaded idiot - until. Well. Until they were out after a mission mingling with the locals and Keith was just standing there, a drink in his hand, smiling softly while he talked to a young alien girl. 

It was a huge thing. Lance’s breath caught, his heart skipped a beat and all the blood in his body rushed to his cheeks. Keith hadn’t even done anything special, he really just stood there, a soft and attentive look on his stupidly perfect face while the sun drew patterns on his mullet. It should have been an everyday thing except it wasn’t because Lance really could count on one hand all the incidences where he wouldn’t have changed a thing about Keith (including his awful hairstyle).

So back then Lance did the most sensible thing he could have done: down his drink, cough like mad because wrong pipe and hightail the quiznak out of this situation before it could go completely wrong.

Also, a private freakout that lasted for like five minutes. And maybe some stress eating and extra face care but honestly, that wasn’t a bad thing. He was a paladin of Voltron, they were fighting pretty much 24/7, he was allowed to eat more of Hunk’s cookies if he wanted to. And his face certainly wouldn’t complain about testing out new products to help it stay smooth and soft.

Honestly, Lance thought he had handled it pretty well. No excessive drama and no insults hurled Keith’s way. He’d like to think that he matured through his time as a defender of the universe and could now totally deal with being attracted to boys and Keith. No problemo for Loverboy Lance. 

Except, of course, it was Keith. How did one woo Keith? He was pretty sure that Keith was gay, that wasn’t the problem, the problem was that Keith was dense as quiznak. 

Luckily, the response had been right in front of his eyes: Keith might have been dense but Keith has also spent nearly 2 years with him in space and knew what Lance’s flirting looked like. It was ideal, he just had to act like he always did, not even Keith could be stupid enough to misunderstand that. 

So when the opportunity arose, Lance didn’t hesitate to take it.

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Uptown Girl

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: hi i’ve come back from the dead lol (this is also gonna be in peter’s POV)

Peter Parker x Reader 

// Masterlist //

Originally posted by spiderholland

“Are you coming over tonight?” My friend, Ned Leeds, said.

“I can’t. I have the Stark internship.” I opened my locker to avoid looking at him. He would see right through my lies.

“Again? Didn’t you go there yesterday too?” Ned leaned against the locker beside me.

“Well, Mr. Stark expects me to work hard. I don’t wanna let him down.”

“Don’t you think you’re working a little too hard?” Ned crossed his arms.

“No! I just want to-”

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anonymous asked:

The group going on ice cream dates with their s/o?

Me: a sucker for ice cream dates. Thank you so much for this request, please enjoy!


  • Akira will likely share with S/O, since he doesn’t eat too much himself.
  • They’ll merely order a milkshake or share a cone.
  • He likes most ice cream flavors, so he’s chill with anything. Coffee has a special place in his heart, though. 
  • He’s definitely willing to try new flavors. a great bf
  • When they drink the milkshake simultaneously, they’ll stare at each other until Akira winks at them or waggles his eyebrows.
  • S/O just giggles and blushes, and Akira thinks it’s so cute that he’ll just lovingly kiss their forehead or poke their nose. 
  • “Gotcha.” help i’ve fallen for him and i refuse to get up
  • He always offers the cherry to S/O, but sometimes the vendor will give them two.
  • They will compete to see who can tie the stem with their tongue the fastest. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • Don’t let them share a cone. They’ll smear each other with ice cream because they are children.
  • If S/O gets ice cream on their mouth, Akira will take his time kissing them, then he’ll slowly lick his lips.
  • “Mm, tasty,” he purrs, his icy lips barely brushing S/O’s.
  • Join S/O and I as we have heart attacks.
  • Akira just cannot help but tease them; despite that, he’s incredibly sweet.
  • If S/O begins to shiver from consuming the ice cream, he’ll wordlessly throw his jacket around them.
  • When they goof off, the ice cream will sometimes fall over. S/O attempts to pay for another but he always interferes and pays instead.
  • He loves it when they ramble and then stop mid-sentence just to lick the ice cream or drink the milkshake.
  • He can’t help but smile fondly.


  • Ryuji’s going to do the thing.
  • You know, the thing where you offer food to your babe and bait them into a kiss.
  • He snickers every time, and S/O just plants a kiss right on his lips.
  • “You could have just asked, dork.”
  • The heat from his face melts the ice cream.
  • He’ll enthusiastically add toppings for S/O.
  • “You gotta try this. Oh, and this too. C’mon, eat up! I’ll pay, so don’t worry about it.”
  • The dessert ends up consisting of roughly 90% of toppings.
  • “Oops. Guess I got a little carried away.” god i just wanna
  • He’s so adorable that S/O cannot hinder themself from kissing his cheek. “It’s perfect, babe. Thank you.”
  • Rest In Pistachio, Ryuji Sakamoto.
  • Since, these two go on a massive sugar rush after they eat, they usually have ice cream at the park so they can run around and play.
  • He would die for Spaghettieis.
  • Ryuji has a very child-like palette, so he’d probably enjoy an ice cream float or a few scoops of vanilla with an obscene amount of gummies and candies.
  • You do you, Ryuji. 


  • Ann will eat her portion and S/O’s.
  • Well, she would if they offered.
  • They’ll link arms and eat their ice cream cones like that while they stroll around the city.
  • Sharing is a part of their routine, since they love testing out the new flavors.
  • “Babe, you have to try this.”
  • “It’s good, but it’s not as sweet as you,” S/O replied.
  • “…You’re cheesy as ever,” Ann sighed, playfully dolloping ice cream on their nose. “But you’re pretty sweet too.” i love her? i love her.
  • If Ann is dieting, they’ll get shaved ice, smoothies, or maybe a bit of fro-yo to satisfy her sweet tooth. 
  • They’ll even share one serving, and Ann will give her best effort to restrain herself so that S/O can enjoy it too. 
  • If they get tired of walking, they’ll relax on a bench and eat while leaning on each other.
  • Ann loves topping her ice cream with cake, whipped cream, and mochi.
  • Her favorite flavor would be birthday cake or strawberry shortcake. me too
  • She loves treating S/O, even when they protest.
  • They go on ice cream dates once a week, and they explore everywhere in Tokyo on a quest to find The Best ice cream.
  • Vendors will sometimes give them extra toppings free of charge because they’re just so cute and silly together.


  • Remember that ice cream vendor that made several cameos in my writings?
  • If you don’t, it’s Yusuke’s and S/O’s favorite go-to for dates.
  • The reason for that is because he loves to decorate his ice cream with the wide variety of toppings. he’s too cute i’m
  • He garnishes it so beautifully that he doesn’t want to eat it.
  • S/O has to convince him since it’s just going to melt and he should just enjoy art in its rawest form.
  • You can bet that they make puns together.
  • “Yusuke, you really topped it all off with the mochi. I am dairy impressed with such cool piece.”
  • “You are very sweet. I am glad it’s to your taste.” They marry each other on the spot.
  • The first time S/O tried to spoon-feed him, confusion was written all over his face.
  • “But S/O, I already have my own portion. I am not greedy enough to deny you your own. We must indulge in such simple pleasures-” 
  • Step 1: Try not to kiss him.
  • S/O has failed step 1.
  • After the kiss: “Hm, that is a… delectable flavor.” He smirks slightly. “Would you think less of me if I requested seconds?” 
  • Boy’s got game, I tell you what.
  • They share their ice cream to experiment with flavor combinations and how they compliment each other.
  • His favorite flavor would probably be something like red bean or green tea.


  • Makoto and S/O wouldn’t go on ice cream dates too often since she’s very health-conscious.
  • She’ll likely order french vanilla, mint chocolate chip, or sherbet.
  • She’s quite fond of the flower-shaped ice cream.
  • S/O will offer her a small bite of theirs so she can try it.
  • Makoto’s eyes widen. “That’s… quite a bit of sugar. Will you really be okay eating that?”
  • “Probably not, but what matters is the experience.”
  • She just chuckles. “You’re absolutely right. Perhaps I should indulge a little, too.”
  • She feels queasy after a few licks. bless her
  • “M-maybe I’ll just stick to my usual order…”
  • S/O has to finish off her ice cream and take care of her.
  • Nighttime is when they have their ice cream dates because they can relax on a bench outside and watch the stars twinkle.
  • They hold hands and kiss cheeks, discussing how much they enjoy the other’s company. i’m not crying
  • ‘Bella Notte’ echoes in the distance.


  • Futaba’s ideal ice cream date is nabbing a few pints from the grocery store and relaxing with S/O while playing games.
  • However, if they go out, they’ll order banana splits or sundaes and see who can finish theirs first.
  • Needless to say, their dates end with brain-freeze or stomachaches.
  • They’ll rub each other’s backs and mope together.
  • They agree that it’s worth it, and whoever loses has to treat the other next time.
  • She won’t share. She’ll probably steal some of S/O’s ice cream if they’re not paying attention.
  • If S/O pouts, she might share. they’ll have to look extra cute
  • These two inhale so much ice cream that the manager of the shoppe they frequent developed a meal challenge for them.
  • Futaba and S/O think it’s hilarious, so they’ll migrate to different shoppes to test if the other managers adopt a meal challenge.
  • She loves to clasp onto S/O’s arm when she’s full.
  • “Ugh, I think I’m gonna die,” she complains. This is one of the rare times she lost. 
  • S/O kisses her head. “There’s always a price to be paid.” When they glance at her, and she’s wearing a weary expression. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay for this one.”
  • She peeks at them from under her eyelashes. “S/O… I’ll never forget the sacrifice you’ve made.” 
  • Critical hit to the heart.


  • Haru would adore ice cream dates with S/O.
  • Even more so if they’re having a picnic.
  • She’s very indecisive when ordering; she just wants to try everything.
  • Flavors like wasabi, squid ink, and purple sweet potato are so intriguing to her; she just can’t help herself. 
  • “S/O, would you like to try some?”
  • S/O can’t say no to her because she’s so earnest, so they take the plunge. do it for her
  • They just cry internally and force themself to maintain a straight face. “It’s… interesting.” 
  • Haru nods eagerly. “Yes, it’s very unique! I quite like it, myself.”
  • S/O watches in amazement as Haru happily licks her ice cream with no qualms.
  • Just what power level is she?!
  • She’s one of those people that can eat ice cream with their front teeth.
  • When they arrive at their picnic destination, they lay out a blanket and snuggle next to each other.
  • Both of them hum together since they’re so blissful while eating.
  • Hey Heaven you seem to have dropped an angel.
Pumpkin Spice

Summary: AU. Reader loves pumpkin spice lattes, fall, and Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,910

Warnings: language, misunderstandings, a teeny bit of angst, some crankiness, excessive caffeine consumption, excessive fluff, friend-to-lover, almost a coffee shop au?

A/N: Here’s something fluffy to lighten the mood a bit. This is for @promarvelfangirl‘s 2k Fall Follower Celebration. Congrats!!! My prompt was pumpkin spice.

Originally posted by likemadeofstarlight

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a little too much

a/n: might take this down later but i’ve seriously missed writing and the plot of this is extremely fitting, as i’ve been juggling between so much school and stress. i hate using the same excuse over and over again for my in-activeness, but hopefully this makes up for it :-))


“Babe, you’ve been glued to this desk ever since you’ve come home, are you sure you don’t want a tiny break?” Your boyfriend came behind you, bringing his soft hands to your shoulders. The gesture immediately brought you to an ease, but that didn’t stop your nose from staying buried in the three AP textbooks sprawled across your desk. Not a single inch of the table could be seen between the numerous papers you had and the dozens of snacks you had brought in efforts to keep you planted in your seat. 

Here you were on a Friday night – pencil clutched in your right hand, and a now cold coffee held in the other. Your tongue was slightly poking out of your mouth in concentration. You had been home from class since the afternoon, but the weekend and your plans were far from what was on your mind. Instead, you were dreading the report due the following Monday and the comp sci test you were far too unprepared for.

“Y/N, are you listening to me?” Shawn pressed again. His voice was still calm, but you knew he was becoming slightly aggravated. You had invited your boyfriend promising him that the two to you would hang out, but you had lost track of time between all of the reading and studying. The pad of his thumbs brushed along your shoulder with just the perfect pressure to force you to bask in the relief your tenseness your body had succumbed to. 

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Uptown Girl [3]

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: thank you to everyone who liked part 2 YAY! this part is in peter’s POV btw!

Peter Parker x Reader


// Masterlist //

Originally posted by optimus-grimes

“I have the perfect movie for us to watch tonight!” Y/N excitedly said from beside me.

6 months.

It’s been 6 months since me and Y/N L/N became friends. In the course of those 6 months, she had managed to wiggle her way into my life to the point where it was hard to imagine life without her beaming smile greeting me when I looked to my side. It was also getting harder to hide the fact that I was completely in love with her but was too much of an idiot to do anything about it.

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fic: Of Sunsets and Swings

title: of sunsets and swings

genre: reality/tiniest bit of angst if you squint

word count: 2300

description: a little getaway cements an idea they’ve had for a while now and brings a sense of relief they never expected to feel. (ft. mother lester, some jetlag and a couple of swings)

“I find some irony in being in a kid’s park while we make this very grown-up decision.”

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- Growth - (a Stony fanfic)

(“Soulmate"AU where you get a tattoo for every person you fall in love with)

Pepper’s tattoo is on her hip. Well, the one that isn’t faded yet. 

There are five dull, grey ones scattered across her body, seemingly random and different in shape and size, but what do they matter? They’re done.  It’s over. The only one she looks at these days are the sunglasses on her hip. They’re big. Obnoxiously big and shiny and she knows who they’re for, of course she knows. Tony has a little stiletto to match, right there on his ankle, bright blue and sparkly and the first time he showed her, she nearly apologized. It’s hideous and the both know, but it means love, so who’s gonna complain? 

Understandably, no one is happy when the sunglasses start losing colour. At first, it isn’t even visible, the fade from black to grey barely noticeable, but then the grey becomes off-white and the glass loses its shine and Tony leaves, a bright blue stiletto still sparkling on his skin.

But Tony is fine, he said. Its fine, he’s fine - he’s always fine.

And Pepper sighs and strokes the steering wheel on the back of her hand that just appeared the day before.

Tony is fine.

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sugar ❖ sehun (2)

The color red remembered you that your body craved for him, no matter how old and how related to your best friend he was.

admin : - velvet
genre : fluff, smut (in later parts), pretty huge age gap, kinda daddyish, ceo!sehun, angst

(gif not mine, cr to the owner)

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Epilogue

Jump in❞ Sehun told you when you followed him out of the house and into the back garage. Outside the dark sky was already taking over everything, the lampposts outside Mina’s house were slowly switching on and your heart was beating way too fast.

Mr Oh looked heavenly while he sat in his grey 612 Scaglietti, meanwhile you salivated just watching the car. Of course you’ve seen sport cars, but this - this was you sitting inside of it, this was out of anything you dreamed about.

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Monsta X as Werewolves

Pace yourself with the scenarios and reactions okay? But i want to request Monsta X as werewolves, 🐕 since you have a lot of vampires. 🦇

I will, thank you for the concern! This is my first werewolf!au and I LOVE au’s so this was so much fun to write :D I hope you enjoy this and have a lovely day, anon! ~


  • You were convinced he hated you at first,, He would often stare you down, or avoid you, or leave if you entered a room. As the newest to the group, you often wondered why you were let in when the leader didn’t even like you
  • Frustrated, you vented your feelings to Minhyuk while you were partnered up for a task. He laughed at your worries; “He doesn’t hate you! It’s actually the opposite - He thinks you’re so beautiful that he can’t stand to be around you!”
  • With this new info in mind, you start to test Minhyuk’s confession. You showed more skin, would frequently corner Shownu to “ask” him something, often brushing against him
  • While working with Minhyuk, he vented about you. “I’m loosing my mind! I can’t think straight anymore!” and with a meek voice, Minhyuk admitted that he might have told you about his crush
  • Now aware of your game, Shownu teased you back
  • And this back and forth flirtation resulted in a relationship … after a night of passion
  • With mating season drawing near, the leader had locked himself away, afraid of loosing all control and taking you on the ground, with everyone around
  • But knowing his reason, you “visited” him and helped relieve his stress
  • So yeah,, basically, he’s the pack Dad and you’re the pack Mom (regardless of the gender you identify with)

Originally posted by sonhyunu


  • Kind of a fuckboy but a nice one, does that make sense?? He has a big heart and wants to share it with everyone, male or female, human or werewolf
  • That’s why it’s no surprise when he ends up in your bed one night, not caring that you were human. What is surprising, however, is when he wakes up to see you gone, a note stuck to his forehead: ‘I’m out. Be gone before I’m back.’ The cold tone cracks his heart. He’s not used to being left, usually being the one to leave
  • He can’t get you out of his mind so after a few weeks, he tracks you down again
  • “I’m that good that you sniffed me out again?” you tease but he doesn’t laugh
  • He looks very serious, stood on your doorstep with a single rose in hand. “That’s not why I came back. I want to know … Can I take you out to dinner?”
  • You humour him, more so looking for a casual fling. But Hoseok surprises you that under that handsome man, is the biggest sweetheart you’ve ever met
  • Although neither of you make it official, you know your hearts belong to each other 

Originally posted by bunnywonho


  • Not really a werewolf, more of a werepuppy
  • He’s in charge of easing newbies into the pack and entertaining the kiddies while the adults do work
  • It was when he was younger, only a teen, that an orphaned wolf was put into his care. You weren’t much younger than him, so the bond never became anything fatherly. And he was too playful to be taken seriously anyway. He was more of like a close best friend, who also happened to be your guardian
  • Minhyuk took care of you diligently, often bringing you back pretty stones or other things he’d found while hunting. An almost perfect condition wrist watch was one of his greatest finds and you treasured it
  • So when you got into a fight with a fellow wolf, who smashed it, you saw red. After nearly killing her, Shownu was on bad terms with you. You almost were kicked out of the pack. But when Minhyuk found out why you had flipped, he fought to keep you
  • And now you were even more indebted to him
  • Minhyuk felt bad about the incident, often bringing the girl you fought medicine to help her recover. This annoyed you to no end and you often tried to stop him visiting her
  • “Why??” he asked eventually. “Don’t you want her to live?”
  • “No,” you admit, the blood rushing to your cheeks. “She broke my second most precious thing and is going to take my most precious thing away.”
  • “Your second most precious thing is that pocket watch I found you, right? So what’s your most important thing?”
  • Shyly, you buried your blushing face into his chest. And he grinned from ear to ear
  • “So cute!! You love me?! Why didn’t you tell me before?! I love you too!”

Originally posted by wonhuff


  • Was sent on a task to track down a human. He was told that they held important information about the wolf world that they shouldn’t know
  • Eventually he found you, working at a bookstore in town. You looked harmless, stacking books, but an order was an order
  • He kidnapped you as you walked home that night, done with your shift. And interrogated you. Except it wasn’t much of an interrogation. You were terrified, shaking like a leaf; “I don’t know anything! I seen a boy turn into a wolf and that’s it!” Your heart doesn’t falter so he knows it’s the truth
  • But he can’t let you leave. You didn’t know as much as Shownu thought, but knowing was all it took to warrant an execution. Except he couldn’t; it felt like trying to slaughter a baby lamb
  • Instead, he brought you pack to the pack. It took months until you felt comfortable around them, having been afraid they might snap and kill you
  • Kihyun took charge of you, making sure no wolf messed with you, and sometimes breaking rules to make you happy. You weren’t allowed to return home, but he would let you write your family letters to assure them you’re safe and alive
  • One morning, a female wolf started to pick a fight with you, threatening your life; “If it weren’t for Kihyuns protection, you’d be dead long ago.”
  • “Why does he protect me?”
  • “He loves you, dumbass. Luckily for you”
  • Kihyun bursts in suddenly, scaring her off and wrapping you in a hug: “Are you okay? Did she hurt you?” He scanned your face for any sign of fear, instead he found you smiling. “What’s so funny?”
  • Reaching up, you press a kiss to his lips; “I love you too, idiot”

Originally posted by wonhobe


  • Your first impression of him was rather negative. As a new pack member, you worked hard to fit in and impress your leader,, yet someone so high up like Hyungwon did nothing but sleep all the time. And if he wasn’t sleeping, he had this bitchy look on his face
  • It wasn’t until a neighbouring pack tried to start something, that you understood the real Hyungwon
  • A beta from the rival pack attacked you, both of you in wolf form, and your shoulder was badly injured
  • Hyungwon snapped that beta’s neck, nursing you back to health, and fussing over the others that were injured. He had a gentle, warm touch as he tended to your injury. And you even seen him sing one of the youngest to sleep, a 9 year old girl that lost her mother in the fight with the rival pack
  • Once better, you kind of just followed him around?? You wanted to repay him so you would fetch whatever herbs he wanted, or a rabbit if he was hungry, and for his birthday, you bought him the fluffiest pillows you could find
  • Hyungwon immediately fell for you
  • One evening, as the sun was setting, you returned to him with a basket of flowers he’d asked you to pick; “What are they for, Wonnie?”
  • “You’ll see,” he promised, arranging the flowers into a bouquet before handing them to you. “They’re for you. I wanted you to pick the prettiest flowers because my eyes don’t see beauty like yours do. That’s one of the reasons I love you.”
  • “That’s cute but be honest,, you made me pick them so you wouldn’t have to get out of bed, right??”
  • *avoiding the q* “So are you free tonight?”

Originally posted by wonhontology


  • Either or aggressive or soft, so he can be unpredictable. This is made worse during the full moon or mating season
  • Usually, newbies to the pack are assigned to keep watch on him, mainly cause no one actually wants to deal with Jooheon when he’s mad or acting clingy and cute
  • As the newest member, you’re given this job
  • Only you don’t react like everyone else has
  • You humour his cute side, scratching behind his ear (just how he likes it) when he’s in wolf form, smiling at his aegyo, bringing him extra food when he’s hungry even tho the other wolves call him chubby but he’s not leave him alone
  • And you listen when he’s mad or frustrated, helping him control his aggression until after a few months, Jooheon learns how to be calm, even during a full moon
  • He grows to realize that his aggression was misunderstood sadness; he was lonely, wanting a companion to love him and maybe have a litter with
  • Although he realizes this, it takes him another long year before he actually confesses. He had been too afraid of loosing you or getting rejected. His pack hated seeing him hold back like that so they eventually pushed him to confess
  • “Do you, uh, wanna go running in our wolf forms?? I mean, like, not just running. But as a … date??”

Originally posted by trainingpanda


  • Generally in control of himself,, although he hates humans, he never kills one unless they deserve it
  • Only looses control during mating season
  • Driven by lust, he breaks away from the pack, searching for someone to ease his carnal hunger
  • He stumbles upon an omega, you, wandering through the forest alone. You had smelled him coming from miles away, knowing what he was hunting for
  • You stayed,, wanting to feed your desire too
  • The morning after, he turns shy and soft. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so forceful last night.” Although he knows your bruises will heal quickly, that doesn’t make him feel any less bad
  • “That’s okay. I like a man who takes control. So do you wanna get breakfast or something?”
  • Tbh he didn’t know you, but the night before was pretty damn good so hell yeah, let’s get some f*cking eggs and bacon
  • “My treat,” he offers

Originally posted by won-kyun


Do not reuse, edit or copy and of my work(s). ©
Part 1 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: Your group of friends have gotten on well for years, but what happens when a divide is caused by joining the wrong people? School AU
OT5- Baekhyun, Sehun, Jongdae, Minseok and Chanyeol.

Word Count: 3,750

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A/N:So I’m posting this today simply because I want to know the response it gets before I decide to go on and write a whole series, so I may not be uploading anything tomorrow. (Yes, the title is a code apparently I’m obsessed with those. If you think you’ve guessed what the code means don’t spoil it for others.)

Your group of friends weren’t exactly unconventional. To be honest to an outsider looking in you seemed absolutely ordinary. You were all the same age but months apart and you were all in higher education. You felt the grind of studying a lot and it drained each and every one of you; but you had each other to complain to when it became all too much. Some handled the stress better than others for example Baekhyun, he was a straight A student never in his life had he ever achieved any less than the best. “I have beauty and brains.” Baekhyun would tease as he’d shove test paper scores in your face. You and Jongdae on the other hand didn’t handle it quite so well, your grades weren’t bad but they weren’t perfect either. You were somewhere in between good and average and you knew Jongdae longed for the day he got a better score than Baekhyun and could wave his test paper in the boys face. You, Jongdae and Baekhyun had been friends since primary school. You liked to consider yourself pretty close to them; sleepovers weren’t foreign for the three of you and you were comfortable to share secrets with them. Some anyway. You had met Chanyeol, Sehun and Minseok in secondary school and they were pretty easy going guys. Though you knew that if you rubbed Sehun up the wrong way he could be very unpleasant. He was somewhat of an exception since his life was quite different to everyone else. You had also met and befriended two lovely girls in secondary school; Nel and Rozz. Rozz was an aspiring plus size model and honestly one of the prettiest girls you had ever seen. Her hair was always brush neatly so that it hung about her shoulders and she was committed to wearing a berry pink shade of lipstick, she was fairly quiet and kept herself to herself. Nel on the other hand was a bit of a wild one; in a sense that she could become extremely extroverted without warning she floated about often too. She would hang out with what Baekhyun had jokingly labelled as the “critter squad” or simply just “critters”. This “squad” consisted of two boys and a girl; Reiji, K and Tay. You weren’t even sure if anyone knew what K’s real name was. They were an ominous group and made you feel unsettled. You weren’t fond of them at all; none of you were. There was something off about the three of them but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Lately though since Nel was giving them the time of day you noticed that Baekhyun was become intrigued by who they were however you warned him to stay away. “Yes mum.” He would say and flash you a sarcastic yet heartfelt smile which in turn made your heart flutter.
You wanted so hard to deny it but you were so into Baekhyun. You didn’t love him it was never that extreme or serious but him being alone with one of the other girls was enough to make you green with jealousy. Sometimes Baekhyun’s flirtatious jokes would have you thinking that his feelings were mutual and then you had to pinch yourself and snap out whatever fairytale world it was that you had created and buried your head deep into. You cursed yourself for feeling warm and fuzzy every time you were around him, because you so desperately didn’t want it to turn into anything more than it was. Also one of your friends had already sensed how you felt about Baekhyun; you didn’t need anyone else catching up to speed. You were sure that how frequently you thought of Baekhyun wasn’t normal but somehow you couldn’t stop. You tried to blame it on the fact that you had known him since you were around the age of 7 and that was the reason why he occupied 80% of your head space. You memorised every single action, movement and tone of voice that Baekhyun used, you knew him better than he knew himself and that in itself was kind of creepy. But feelings aside you admired Baekhyun purely because of his determination and drive in life he was a true role model and with such perfect grades you knew that he would be the most successful and go far in life. This was your final semester in education and if he aced these exams, which you knew he would, then he could have it all.

You were all sat in the common room on multi coloured bean bags and chairs forming a tiny circle. It was time to go home but frequently some of you would hang behind a half hour after just so you could chat or pretty much bitch about your professors. Admittedly you wanted to go home early today, it was the weekend and you needed some well-earned sleep.

“It’s Minseok’s birthday tomorrow; we should do something for him.”  Baekhyun murmured as he tossed a grape up in the air and caught it in his mouth. You studied Baekhyun’s jaw as it moved up and down crushing his food and then focused on his Adams apple as he swallowed the grape down his gullet. You felt a pair of eyes burning into the side of your face. The pair of eyes that had noticed your liking for Baekhyun, so you slowly peeled your eyes away and focused your gaze down at your shoes. You frowned, there was a scuff mark. They were still brand new you’d only bought them two weeks ago.

Chanyeol nodded in Baekhyun’s direction.
“Sounds good to me what did you have in mind?”

Baekhyun popped the last grape into his mouth and sucked it off of the vine, you tried painfully hard to not look at him and once again you felt a pair of eyes burning into the side of your face, so you kept your gaze downwards.
“Hmm just a little get together…at Sehun’s maybe?” He winked slyly at Sehun who rolled his eyes and pouted beside you.

“Why me?!” Sehun protested staring deftly into Baekhyun’s face; waiting for an answer different to the one he always received but of course it was the same as normal.

“Because you’re the one with a free house.” Baekhyun scoffed stretching his body out on the bean bag , this time you couldn’t help it you looked up at him and studied the way his fingers stretched and grabbed for the air around him. He was wearing a ring you hadn’t seen before which peaked your interest.

“But I’m the one that ends up with a messy apartment and idiots passed out on my couch. I don’t want that.” Sehun frowned, creases forming on his forehead.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes at the tall male as he shifted on the bean bag and then stood up stretching which caused his shirt to shift and the base of his stomach to show, You let out an unimpressed breath, why was this boy always unintentionally toying with your brain.
“Come on Sehun stop complaining, it’s for a good cause man!”
Due to family complications Sehun lived alone in a beautiful apartment which you wanted to steal from him and claim as your own; it was the most aesthetically pleasing space that you had ever had the pleasure of breathing and existing in, you always got excited when Sehun invited you over. Almost as excited as you got going to Baekhyun’s house and that was saying something. “Ok so yours at 8PM tomorrow yeah?”Sehun rolled his eyes as he knew that he had been overthrown and defeated by the council which was Baekhyun. “I’ll do the drinks.”

“I’ll bring the playlist.” Chanyeol raised his arm.

“I’ll get a cake.” You said shifting in your space on the bean bag as you felt the same pair of familiar eyes boring into your skin, watching you watch Baekhyun. You scoffed inwardly and looked from Baekhyun to your shoes once again.

“Me and Rozz will do the food then.” Nel piped up from the side making you jump. You had almost forgotten that her and Rozz were sitting with you. You had been too distracted by beautiful Byun Baekhyun. Baekhyun turned his attention to Sehun and walked behind where he was sat.

“And what about you Sehun?”

Sehun shook his head in disbelief.
“I’m providing the house, what the fuck else do you want?”

Baekhyun rolled his eyes at Sehun’s statement. More often than not Sehun didn’t hesitate to give blunt and straight forward statements ad not everyone approved of how point blank he could be.

“Well I’d better go and get those drinks sorted then.” Baekhyun sighed as he pulled out his car keys from his pocket and dragged his bag up from the floor.

“I’ll come too, you can give me a lift to get the cake right?” You looked up at Baekhyun expectantly your eyes focusing on his lips and you were praying to God that he didn’t notice but right now you couldn’t tear your gaze away and you felt stupid for it. You stood up slowly from your bean bag as you waited for his answer; you bit your lip anxiously. It was only a car ride so why you were acting so nervous you didn’t understand maybe it was at the realisation that you’d be alone with Baekhyun in a car that made your skin got hot. You were used to being alone with Baekhyun many of the time but it felt like you were getting one up on the other girls and it felt good.

“Yeah sure, let’s go now.” He motioned towards the door.

“Where’s Jongdae?” Rozz looked over her shoulder at nothing particular. Oh yes, where was Jongdaae? You hadn’t seen him the whole day in fact.

“I’m not actually sure. See you guys tomorrow.” You waved to everyone as you followed Baekhyun out of the building.

The smell of Baekhyun’s car was one of your most favourite smells in the world. Purely because it smelt like Baekhyun and like spiced apple and cinnamon your favourite air freshener and candle scent. You silently hummed along to the radio as Baekhyun drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. It didn’t take long for you to get to the shop it was a five minute drive from the university. You found yourself staring at Baekhyun when he wasn’t looking. His face twisted in confusion as he tried to pick between the brand of alcohol that he should buy. You giggled to yourself, he looked so puzzled and it was cute. You mentally scolded yourself this fascination with Baekhyun had to stop you thought as you picked up a plain vanilla cake. Sehun’s taste was as blunt as his personality and so he preferred things pretty plain and you knew that he would complain about a chocolate cake despite the fact it wasn’t even his birthday. Sometimes you wondered how you had all ended up friends with Sehun his personality was so different to all of yours sometimes you wondered if he just picked you because you were the best bunch that the lousy high school had to offer and so he had to settle for less.
You looked to your right at the shop window as you edged towards the counter still waiting for Baekhyun. You frowned. You could see Nel outside maybe Sehun had dropped her off so she could get food but she was with Reiji. One of the ‘critters’ as Baekhyun had labelled them.

“You ready Y/N?” Baekhyun asked walking up to the counter and placing the drinks down following your gaze outside, he pouted at the sight. Lately Baekhyun had been looking at both Nel and Reiji like that and you didn’t like it.

“Excuse me sir, I said would you like a bag with that?” The acne-covered cashier asked snapping you and Baekhyun out of your momentary daze.

“Oh…Uh…No no. Sorry.” He laughed sheepishly as he tapped his card on the reader and then lifted the crate of alcohol. He looked back towards the window and then frowned. Nel and Reiji were gone. You quickly walked up to the counter paying for the cake and hurriedly rushed after Baekhyun who was walking at ample speed towards his car. He was silent and it was putting you on edge. It wasn’t a comforting silence either but it was an awkward one, one that had the ability to stifle you.

“Hey Baek are you okay?”

“Hmm?” He whipped his head towards you as he lowered the crate of alcohol into the boot. “Oh yeah. Listen I’m going to drop you straight home tonight and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He sped to your house which also wasn’t a very long distance the hum of the radio making the ride all the more awkward. You tried to ignore the depletion in Baekhyun’s mood. You frequently became upset when Baekhyun became cold around you so when you reached home you got out of the car as quickly as you could. You didn’t want to be in his presence if he wasn’t going to be happy around you.

You showed up a little bit early at Sehun’s house the next day to help him set up. His apartment was spectacular to say the least. The interior was plain and dull just like Sehun; but it was exquisite and sophisticated at the same time. Just like Sehun. It was filled with block monochrome whites, blacks and greys. Sehun wasn’t one for colour and creativity but his simplistic mind was intriguing and you promised one day that you would delve deeper into what went on inside his brain. He greeted you bluntly at the door. A simple “Hi” as he turned his back and let you shut the door behind yourself. What a gentleman.
He wore a simple white t-shirt and black jeans to match the colour of his house and state of mind. His face was blank as he watched you place your cake down on the counter.

“Flavour?” He asked his facial expression still unchanging.

“Just plain vanilla.”

He offered a simple nod in response as he picked up his phone from the side and began to walk towards his room.

“Call me when the others get here.”

You frowned, something felt off.

“Sehun wait! What’s wrong?…”


He was lying to you and you knew it.


“It’s my parents…can we just leave it.”
You let out a heavy breath and bit your lips anxiously; Sehun was famous for becoming moody when he didn’t have his own way and if he didn’t want to talk then he most certainly wouldn’t talk. Normally you would pry but since it was Minseok’s birthday you didn’t want to drag the mood down. There was a quiet knock on the front door. The knock belonged to Jongdae, you stood there staring at Sehun waiting for him to go and open the door but rolled your eyes when you realised he was stood in his spot and staring back at you.

“I’ll get it then shall I?” You smiled sarcastically walking over to the door you opened it slowly revealing Jongdae, Chanyeol, Rozz and Nel on the other side. Jongdae’s face was hidden under a black cap whilst Chanyeol’s hair was parted neatly down the middle showing off his forehead. You looked at Nel and Rozz; they were both wearing dresses and suddenly you felt underdressed as you looked down at your jeans and blouse. Baekhyun was sure to focus on the other girls now. Your thought process made you cringe, but you couldn’t help it. You felt compelled to feel the need like Baekhyun and you weren’t exactly sure why. Maybe it was because you were so comfortable with your friendship.

“So are you going to let us in or are you just going to stand there?” Jongdae turned his palms upwards.

“Ahh sorry.” You stepped aside letting them into the house. The girls had placed the food that they had brought down on the table beside the cake you had purchased; whilst Chanyeol set up his mini speaker set and began playing music. You weren’t a ‘party person’ yourself but you could feel relaxed around your friends.

Sehun crossed his arms over his chest as he eyed Jongdae up and down from where he stood.

“So you didn’t bring anything?”

Jongdae scoffed as he dropped down on one of the black sofas closer to the sliding glass doors that led out to the balcony.

“I brought my integrity and charm.” He flashed Sehun a smile; which was only pissing the taller boy off more. You frowned at Jongdae and shook your head subtly as you tried telling him that what he was doing wasn’t a great idea. He rolled his eyes and turned his attention to Chanyeol telling him what song he should play.
The music filled the apartment and the atmosphere was more so calm than anything else; you made yourself busy by placing some white candles on Minseok’s cake, there weren’t enough but the little you had would have to do. There was a knock on the door as Nel bounced up from her seat.

“I’ll get it!” She swung the door open.

“SURPRISE!” you all shouted; you were clapping your hands loudly your eyes flicking between Minseok and Baekhyun. You knew that your eyes should be on the birthday boy but Baekhyun was catching your eye and you couldn’t help yourself and once again you could feel a pair of eyes burning into your skin watching you watching Baekhyun. You cleared your throat as you blinked and walked over to Minseok wrapping your arms around him; he smelt musky and like Baekhyun’s car.

“Happy Birthday Minnie!” You shouted into his ear causing him to slap you away playfully. His eyes were wide as he stared around the apartment smiling.

“I thought we were coming here to play video games Baek.” He faced palmed himself at how dumb he was for missing the obvious. “Thanks guys I appreciate it. But can we cut the cake because I’m bloody hungry and it looks amazing.”
You laughed at Minseok and nodded as you ran to the kitchen to retrieve a box of matches.

The get together ended up being a success. Maybe a little bit too successful you thought to yourself as you stared uncomfortably at Minseok, Jongdae and Baekhyun who had gotten themselves helplessly drunk along with Nel, they were dancing beside each other and tripping over things. You looked worriedly at Baekhyun he got tipsy on the occasion, yes. But he had never gotten this helplessly drunk and you wondered if there was something bugging him. You were about to make your way over to ask him if he was okay when your heart stopped and time stopped with it. You looked over to see Baekhyun making out with Nel and what made it worse is that they were not attempting to keep it a secret. And you felt the same pair of eyes staring at you again; but possibly more so with worry this time. Your heart accelerated full speed and felt as though it would rip through your chest; breathing was complicated as your eyes were darting from Nel to Baekhyun. You hurriedly made your way over to the sliding door pulling it open you stepped out onto the balcony letting the cool air hit your face. You gasped for breath. Why was Baekhyun kissing Nel what was wrong with him? You were convinced now that your outfit was not enough. You willed for yourself to calm down and so you stood outside for a long while, dangling your arms over the railings.
The view from Sehun’s apartment was beautiful. You could see all of the city lights they looked like millions of stars but on the ground rather than in the sky. You could hear the late night hustle and bustle, engines of cars and the hum of electricity as it whizzed through the power lines across the city.
The music had stopped from inside now and you found yourself letting out a disgruntled deep breath. You felt sick and peeved off. You were one of Baekhyun’s oldest friends. Was he really that blind. Anger and Sadness was swallowing you whole and you became scared because when you were upset you did irrational things. You wanted to get revenge somehow but you knew that you weren’t a hateful person so whatever you were going to do next it would be stupid. You walked back through the house past all of the passed out bodies on the floor and sofa. Baekhyun tucked beside Nel. You could feel your blood boiling over as you looked at how peaceful they looked. You stormed over to Sehun’s room shutting the door slowly behind you and climbed under the sheets beside him wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Woah Y/N what the fuck are you doing?” He elbowed you in the stomach and twisted round so that he was facing you. You bit your lip nervously as you studied his face. He was angry; lines set into his forehead as he frowned at you. He was already in a bad mood why would you go and anger him further. He was shirtless and his body heat under the covers was making you feel uncomfortable.

Sehun was the pair of eyes that was constantly watching you watching Baekhyun. He was the one who had noticed; though he never outwardly told you, you knew that he knew and he was always watching from a distance.

“You’re drunk; get the fuck out of my room.”

“I’m not drunk.” You whimpered, covering your face in embarrassment. “I’ve not even had anything to drink.”
He sighed loudly as his features softened; he pulled the duvet higher so that he could cover his chest as he stared at you.

“I know what this is about. You’re upset because of Baek…But this isn’t what you want or what I want. Go and get some sleep on the sofa.” You pouted at him, you wanted comfort. But he stared back at you with cold eyes. “Get out Y/N…Or go home.” You frowned as you shifted off of the mattress and walked back into the living room. But your breath stopped once again as you stared around the living room.

Baekhyun and Nel were gone.

rosefyrefyre  asked:

Tony has to stay awake for a very long time for some reason, and when he finally is allowed to rest, he physically can't, so the rest of the Avengers (but especially Steve) take care of him until he can.

With two hours to deadline, Tony finally managed to unsnag the last line of code and send it through. A new smart AI bot, one designed for searching and detonating IEDs so soldiers wouldn’t have to, whirred to life and aimed its tiny periscope cam at him inquisitively, awaiting input. The right mix of AI–not so sophisticated that army programmers could turn it into an offensive weapon, but not so improbably slow that it failed to do its job. Three iterations ago it’d tried to bring the dummy bomb to Tony, and that was clearly a no go, so he’d started the code from the bottom up and programmed until the edges of his vision went blurry. It needed testing. Testing.

“Find,” Tony grunted and the bot happily rolled off to the mock test range. “Not perfect,” Tony murmured, slumping down against the table to watch. “Just functional. Just need you to do your job. Can tweak later.” It’s little treads bumbled across sand and rocks, grinding a little in a way that, just for a moment, sent Tony back five years in time. His fingers clenched compulsively at the table before he forced himself to let go.

In the sandbox, the little bot scanned back and forth with infrared and ground-penetrating sonar and blessedly, beautifully, it located the payload. The shovel arm activated and started digging. Tony nearly wept.

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The Preschool Teacher - Chapter One

And the winner is…..

The Preschool Teacher! Yes, you voted and, with 36.5% of the vote, this is the next chaptered story! If this is not the story you wanted and you did not vote…vote next time. :) If you did vote for a different prompt, I am keeping the results and that is the order I will write future chaptered stories in, unless a new idea pops into this head of mine first.

All of the prompts I gave you to vote on were from novel imagines I’ve already written or started. This one I created in March and have yet to finish, although I story-mapped it a few days ago to keep me on track.

My inspiration for this story was a voice…the voice of Harry’s son. I kept hearing it in my head, and actually searched for two hours to figure out where I had heard it, because I knew it was the voice of Harry’s son in my head. I’ve pinned it down to being similar to the voice of Peppa Pig (the young Harley Bird, when her voice was still scratchy and raspy and she talked a bit slow like Harry does sometimes)…don’t judge me, I work with young children for a living. If you want to hear the voice before you read the story, youtube Harley or Peppa when she was younger (Harley is 15 now), and listen. That was my inspiration for the entire novel.

I have had huge anxiety about posting another chaptered story! This chapter has been finished for a couple of days, but I’ve had to continually convince myself to post it. I’m nervous, I think because For The Love Of Harry did so well, maybe you won’t like another chaptered story I write. Beginning chapters can sometimes be more informative, but I hope I don’t bore you in the build-up.

So, without further delay, I hope you enjoy this first chapter of “The Preschool Teacher”! If you do, please like and reblog, and I promise to have chapter two available very soon!

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Tutor! Kang Daniel

Masterlist can be found (here) 

Based off: Cyn’s crush LOL
Genre: college! au + tutor! au 
A/N: Wrote this after seeing @wannasseu‘s post on her crush in her korean class which is rly cute btw;;; I DEMAND UPDATES!!! I hope you guys like my new theme! Both on mobile & comp :)

“Daydreaming in the midst of the night; you brush my thoughts and sweep my sleep away.”

  • You go to this tutoring academy for language classes
  • It’s actually pretty fun and it’s mixed with people of all ages and races since the classes are based on your level rather your age
  • Most of them were in high school and you guys are a pretty tight group like there’s even a group chat for all the gossips
  • Park Jihoon is dating someone???? Brand New Boys is debuting??
  • But you tend to pay extra attention to the really cute guy sitting in the back row rather than focus in class
  • That was Kang Daniel and honestly, you never dared to approach him
  • You were always intimidated by him and his group of friends who basically towered the class since they were so tall and the fact that he was a year older than you
  • Except for that one time you two paired up for a worksheet and you still can’t over how sweet he was in guiding you
  • You were new to the class back then and was super shy but like he tried his best to make you comfortable and explained most of the things
  • Due to that incident, you and your friends like to fangirl over him from time to time since you guys don’t belong to the same school
  • But then again, probably half the girls in the tutoring centre had a crush on him as he was so friendly and approachable
  • Like Daniel was downright gorgeous and extremely charming with his voice that sounds like it was dripping with honey and that sweet smile of his
  • He always looked effortlessly good in his buttons down and ripped jeans while a pair of glasses rest on the bridge of his nose
  • So one day, your best friend, Jennie, told you excitingly that Daniel will be transferring to your school as your senior
  • It was apparently because he was offered a full scholarship for winning some kind of award??
  • Regardless of that, you were ecstatic because maybe,,, this was another chance for you to speak to him
  • You were about to approach him at the end of the class, perhaps offering him a tour around the campus until your teacher stepped in
  • You nearly cursed at how bad the timing was until she handed you a stack of papers and said
  • “Daniel, can you help her to give it out?”
  • Your heart literally stopped when he nodded and gave you one of his soft smiles as he adjusted his glasses
  • Someone please teach me how to breathe again,,,,, 
  • “I heard you are transferring to my school?”
  • You asked hesitatingly, praying the conversation will carry out as planned
  • “Yeah, well it’s definitely nice to see you more than once a week.”
  • For a moment, you were stunned
  • You were going to ask him what was he implying when he took his bag and slipped out of the room while leaving you still trying to process things
  • Your questions were still left unanswered when you saw Daniel the next Monday morning in the school’s hallway
  • More like you bumped into someone and a catastrophe happened
  • You were rushing to your class since well, being late one of your forte when you knocked heads right into another person, leading your books and theirs to be scattered all over the place
  • “Da…niel?”
  • You gazed into his warm chocolate brown eyes and gave a nervous chuckle as you helped him to gather his notes
  • Not forgetting to apologize but you froze when you saw him looking at one  of the quizzes you had gotten back recently
  • It was a test for a subject you had been doing absolutely miserable in and it was embarrassing for you to even look at the score
  • “Hey do you want me to tutor me? I’m in the advanced class.”
  • “I don’t want to waste your time since I know I’m absolutely hopeless in this subject. I already planned to drop it next year ……”
  • You didn’t want to be a bother and looking at the advanced textbook he had in his hand, you wondered if he was going to think you were stupid for not scoring well at one of the easiest levels
  • “Come on let’s give it a try, meet me in the library at 4pm.”
  • Just like before, he placed your books into your arms and walked off to his next class
  • You can’t be sure what was happening,,,, because did Kang Daniel really just offered to tutor you?
  • You planned to be in the library a bit earlier to reserve a place since it was usually very crowded
  • However, your last period teacher decided it was the perfect time to introduced a new topic that took way longer than the allocated 40 minutes
  • But you didn’t have to worry when you went to the library cause Daniel was already there and it was obvious the chair next to him was yours as he had his school blazer over the chair
  • He was startled at your sudden appearance but he shifted his things and took out a few textbook that he thought would be useful
  • You wondered how good of a tutor he claimed to be able to help someone who was pretty much doomed from the start
  • Yet when he opens his mouth and starts explaining things based on the notes you had taken in the past classes,,,,, everything made sense
  • His handwriting was so neat when he wrote down the specific keywords you needed to know and like before, you were again captivated by his smooth and languid voice
  • You could tell that he made everything a lot simpler for you as he showed you a few mind maps on his laptop
  • Things started to click in your head and the dots connected
  • When you still got confused and asked Daniel to explain again, he did grin and went over it again without fail
  • It was obvious he enjoyed the subject
  • After all, how could he not be annoyed by your constant confusion and the fact that he was not getting extra credit or being paid for this??
  • “Okay! I think that’s enough for the day.”
  • He handed you his old notebook while reminding you to text him if you have any questions
  • At the end of the first session, you just feel so much more relieved and think of Daniel as your saving grace
  • As he continued to tutor you, you definitely had a lot of fun as you learned a lot of new things
  • Honestly? You were probably also falling a lot harder for him unlike that platonic crush back in your tutoring academy
  • Even at the academy, everyone could tell you two were a lot closer as he did partner up with you for projects and there were even a few classmates who asked if you two were perhaps dating
  • After the 6th session and you could tell your tutoring session with Daniel paid off
  • You had gotten a 30/30 for your latest quiz and suddenly your teacher didn’t seem like he was sprouting random information in class
  • Your heart skipped a beat when you texted him about it before the tutoring session the next afternoon and he replied
  • “I’m so happy for you.”
  • You were expecting to see him in the library not OUT of it the next day
  • But looking at his grinning figure and his bag slung at his shoulders, you knew something was up   
  • “You’ve been working hard, so as your tutor, let me reward you. My treat of course!”
  • So half an hour later and a subway ride, you found yourself in an amusement park with him
  • There’s a lot of fun rides and you have the time of your life as you let your worries slip at the back of your mind
  • Not until Daniel challenged you to enter the haunted house
  • You were not one to deal with scary things like you couldn’t even watch a horror movie without having a nightmare but you didn’t like backing down from a bet
  • So here you were screaming at the dark room and the random ghosts until you felt a hand squeezing yours, giving you warmth and the comfort you needed
  • But you could feel him trembling and realized he was probably putting a manly front for you
  • You giggled when you thought of him being scared and appreciated his effort
  • Somehow, you two managed to make it out alive and in one piece
  • However, your hands were still slipped in his,,, and it felt so  natural that you didn’t want to let go
  • Daniel continued to move quickly, slipping past people as he brought you to the last ride
  • You were sad that it was going to be over since it will be back to studying,,,,,, back to you and Daniel being just friends
  • Looking at how your fingers were entwined, you sighed as you stepped into the ferris wheel
  • You kept your eyes on the view below you, unaware that Daniel’s gaze was on you the whole time
  • But your eyes locked with his when he called out your name and he held out the hand which interweave with yours
  • “I was offered to move up a class in the academy but guess what? I told the teacher that I wanted to go up with you.”
  • You were surprised as shock covered your face but you managed to mumble a ‘why?’
  • “I will be straightforward about this …. I really like you right from the start and tutoring you made me realized how I didn’t want to let you go …”
  • You felt a lump in your throat as you gulped and questioned ‘really?’
  • Like it was still hard to believe
  • “Yes, so do feel the same? Or do I let go of your hand?”
  • You look at him, the smiling boy who had been spending so much of his time tutoring you, who did go through the hassle to find his old notes so you could do better and you smiled at him while squeezing his hand
  • Your instinct was telling you there was nothing to lose in putting your faith in this smart yet terribly attractive boy

Requests are always open & Feel free to inbox me anything at all  ♡

braveten  asked:

kic au where everything is the same but instead of the jeans(tm) it's the skirt(tm)

shoutout to the anonimals™! yall are so cute and funny thanks for keeping me company on goog docs :) 

half of this was unnecessary but it’s because the universe won’t give victor a break womp womp soz vic 


“H-hold on!”

Yuuri stares at himself in the mirror.

The skirt is short, is the thing. It’s leather, with a diagonal zip on the front and a small cut over his right thigh. His knees brush together as he shuffles his feet self-consciously, and he stumbles backwards until his shoulder blades meet the wall of the fitting room.

“Yuuri, can I see?” Phichit’s excited voice floats from the other side of the door. “C’mon, c’mon, lemme…”

Yuuri takes a deep breath and pulls the door open, screws his eyes shut.

“…see the—holy shit, Yuuri.”

Yuuri exhales, keeps his eyes closed. “How bad is it?” he demands. When Phichit doesn’t reply, he peeks one eye open. “Phichit?”

His friend stares at him, slack-jawed. “You’re…”

He throws his face into his hands. “I knew it, this was a terrible idea.”

“Really, really hot, Yuuri,” Phichit finishes. He breaks into a smile. “Victor’s gonna freak.”

“It’s not for Victor,” Yuuri mumbles, cheeks pinkening. “Mila said I had to shop and—”

“And we’re getting you matching shoes with that outfit.” Phichit practically hauls him out of the fitting room. “Keep it on, let’s go pay.”

Yuuri pays for the skirt, miraculously maintaining a straight face at the hundred dollar price tag. One skirt. One skirt.

Phichit finds him a blouse at Dolce & Gabbana, platform shoes at Prada (“One day, I’ll get you to wear heels,” Phichit promises) and Yuuri is convinced that he doesn’t care, at all, about the state of his bank account.

“I hope this means you’ve got my half of the rent covered next month,” Yuuri tells him as his card gets swiped for the third time that day.

Phichit snorts. “If you’re still my roommate next month.”

Yuuri frowns. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Phichit only winks back at him.

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The Drink Allergy - Steve Rogers x Reader

Originally posted by rogers-room

Warning: None. Fluff, romance and fruit puns with Captain Dorito.

Word Count: 1500 (give of take a few)

A/n: Here’s a little bit of Steve that I dusted off from my archives… x

The party was a little uncalled for but Steve enjoyed the company. All his fellow Avengers were having a lively time and relaxing. There was no gun fire and no danger save from the few dangerous conversations with people who idolised Captain America.

Steve was talking to Sam when a shoulder bumped into his own. A shoulder that was accompanied with fiery red hair.

“Hey,” Natasha said softly as she cut across Steve’s words.

“Nat.” Steve smiled and the woman leaned in slightly so that only he and Sam could hear her.

“Listen, I forgot that (Y/n)’s got a sensitive stomach to tequila and I think her drink got mixed up.” She said apologetically.

“What?” Steve frowned, his pleasant expression turning into one of worry.

“Where is she?” Sam asked, hoping to help out. Natasha turned to him and shook her head.

“I don’t know. I lost her in the crowd when Tony brought out the salsa dancers.” She confessed. “I’ve been on the lookout but I can’t do it alone.”

Sam gestured behind his friend with his head. “Why not get the Hawk-guy?”

Natasha sighed and sipped the drink in her hand as she rolled her eyes. “He’s too invested in his air guitar – oh crap,” she had turned to look over her shoulder just in time to Clint sculling his drink, “He’s going to pass out before the night is over. Excuse me, boys.”

She headed off in the direction of Clint which left Sam and Steve to take on this new mission.

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Apple Fritters {Part 3}

{part 1} {part 2

word count: 2.5k

pairings: peter parker x reader 

warnings: some swearing, some angst, more mentions of apple fritters, some PG sensuality

a/n: oooooohhh boy!! this one is probably my fav one i’ve written so far. THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE! i can’t believe how much love Apple Fritters has gotten–i feel like it’s my child and im watching it grow lmao. you are all the reason i keep doing this, what keeps me writing!! i love each and every one of you guys. xxxxxx

tagging: @tronnoristheotp @nedthegay 

Days flew by as you grew accustomed to your new life. The days turned into weeks, the weeks turned into months. Pretty soon, August and September had bid you farewell, and October fell upon Queens in a blanket of falling leaves, cloudy skies, and crisp autumn air.

You didn’t have any more encounters with Spider-Man after that odd evening, but that didn’t mean you stopped thinking about him–or how he knew where you lived. You felt oddly drawn to the masked stranger, you longed to know the truth about his identity and his story. Did he know where everyone lived, in a protective vigilante way? Or was he just another creep, who happened to beat up bad guys on the side? But the one question that constantly burned the brightest in the back of your mind–who was he? You had kept the encounter to yourself, not confiding in your new friends just yet. You didn’t want to sound insane.

You were acing all of your classes, staying on top of your work as usual. You were the perfect student. Impressive test scores every single time, and your teachers were beginning to notice. Soon, most of your superiors had joined the growing list of people who encouraged you to join the Academic Decathlon team.

“I get stage fright easily!” you protested to Peter and Ned one day in the quad during lunch. The three of you sat in a circle on the grass, enjoying the chilly weather.

“You can’t even see the audience with all the lights that shine on you,” Ned urged, flipping through a comic. “Peter–tell her!”

You looked at Peter–who had become somewhat distant since the day he walked you home. He no longer walked you to your apartment, but rather the corner street where you parted ways. He was always in a hurry to be somewhere else. You were still reeling from that tender moment you shared with him, still feeling the fire his fingertips left behind on your skin when he softly grazed your cheek. You couldn’t stop thinking about him either, or the way you suddenly felt very shy around him, or how his beautiful brown eyes looked when the sun caught them.

He looked absolutely worn down today–dark circles under his eyes, falling asleep, and wincing every time he moved, like he worked his muscles too hard the day before. You grew increasingly worried about him. When he didn’t respond to Ned’s right away, you quickly changed the subject.

“Do you guys want to come over to my place after school and study for a little while?” you asked, pulling your sweatshirt tighter around as a crisp breeze blew through the quad, shaking the red and yellow leaves from the trees.

“I’m free,” Ned said excitedly. “I’ve never seen your house.”

You grinned, looking at Peter in question. “What about you, Parker Pete?” Your nickname for him hung in the air.

Peter rubbed his eyes tiredly. “I wish I could, but I’ve got the–my–my internship with Stark Industries.”

You bit your lip and turned your gaze away from him. “Yeah–yeah, it’s totally okay. I understand.” But you look like you seriously need a day off from that.

Before you could say another word, Ned broke the silence. “I could bring over my PS4, and we can play some video games!”

“I asked for you guys to come over to study,” you laughed, playfully pushing him over. “But bring it anyways–just in case.” You stole another glance at Peter, who was staring off into space, not paying any attention at all. The bell rang out across the quad, and he was the first one up and walking briskly back to his class without a hint of a goodbye. You stared after him, an unwelcoming feeling of anger and frustration bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

“What’s his problem?” you grumbled to Ned, standing up and brushing yourself off. “He was fine a few months ago–but now…he’s a totally different person.”

“He really is under a lot of pressure with his internship,” Ned replied. “Don’t take it too personally.”

“I just thought that he…that we…” you trailed off, swallowing the lump in your throat. Why were you crying?

Ned put a reassuring hand on your shoulder as the two of you walked back towards the main building. “Don’t stress about it, [Y/N]. Peter is…complicated. He’ll come around again.”

It was nearly midnight, hours after Ned had left your house after studying for a quick minute, and then spending the rest of the time playing videogames together. You wrapped yourself in a thick blanket, stole out through your window onto the cramped fire escape, and sat in solitude. You had brought your Biology textbook with you, to get some actual studying in, the light from your room filtering out over the pages. But you still couldn’t concentrate.

Your mind was swimming with thoughts of school, how Peter was acting, and trying to figure out Spider-Man’s deal. Your fingers restlessly drummed on the open page to the book, until you let out an exasperated sigh and closed your eyes.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Fishing it out, you answered the call with a weak, “Hello?”

“[Y/N]? It’s Peter.” Speak of the devil.

Your eyes immediately opened. “Peter–hey–I….what’s up?” You pinched the bridge of your nose, knowing how ridiculous you sounded.

“I’m sorry to call so late–I didn’t wake you up or anything, did I?” His voice sounded strained.

“No, no, I was still awake,” you replied. “Are you alright?”

There was a moment of silence before he answered. “Uh–not exactly….but I’m fine! I’m fine. I’m actually in your neighborhood–could I stop by for a second? Just–just to say hi.”

This was very strange. But he sounded like he needed help with something. “Of course, I’ll wait downstairs for you.”

You let him in when he arrived, noticing a very slight limp in his step. Putting a finger to your lips, he nodded and you bother entered your apartment, sneaking very quietly back into your room. He collapsed at your desk, sighing in relief.

“Peter,” you started, sitting on your bed across from him. Before you could finish what you were about to say, you noticed the purple, mottled bruises across his cheekbone. A few more peeked out from underneath his grey sweatshirt along his neck. “Peter, what the hell happened to you?”

He gave a weak smile. “Sorry–a guy got tough at the ATM this afternoon. I just got in his way.”

“I thought you were at your internship this afternoon?”

“I…I was,” he stammered. You knew he was lying through his teeth.

“You need to tell me what exactly is going on with you,” you demanded, crossing your arms. You could feel the hot tears welling up in your eyes. “You don’t look like one guy beat you up, you’re tired and slow every day now, you’re falling behind in your classes….” You bit your lip and looked away, silently cursing your emotions as the tears spilled over your cheeks. “I thought….I thought we had something, but–but everything you’re doing is telling me otherwise.”

Taking a shaky breath, you furiously wiped away your sorrow. Looking up at him, he was staring at you with those eyes….those damn, beautiful brown eyes–with a crushed, pained look on his face. His mouth was opened slightly, frozen, not knowing what to say.

“Please say something,” you whispered. When he didn’t–he just kept looking at you with that scared, horrified expression–you stood up angrily with your hands balled in fists.

He looked up at you, defeated. “[Y/N]….I can’t tell you. Just please–please trust me when I tell you that I’m okay, I’m just a little tired.” Peter closed his eyes and lowered his head, as if in prayer. “In the few months that we’ve known each other, I feel like I can….I can be myself around you. I don’t have to put on a mask or pretend to be someone I’m not. I feel–I feel safe when I’m near you….you have this aura, this presence–something about you that I’m just drawn to.”

You stared at him, feeling your cheeks beginning to heat up. Was he…confessing his feelings for you? You were speechless for a moment, until the anger and frustration sank back into your chest. “After all this time, all these days and weeks and months of wondering what you could possibly be going through, this is all you have to say? After putting not only me–but also Ned–through this unnecessary bullshit? We’re both worried sick about you, Peter. You can’t just change the subject and–and–”

He lurched forward out of your desk chair, his hands gently but firmly grabbing your cheeks. Before you could register what the hell he was doing–his lips were softly kissing yours. Completely and utterly taken aback, your hands fell to your sides. Your eyes closed, your heart was racing, and you gave in to the kiss–your hands sliding up and wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to you and deepening the kiss. You were enveloped in him, his scent smelling of musk with a hint of cocoa, feeling the heat radiating off of him.

You could tell he was trying to figure out how to kiss you as he went, his hands gripping your waist at first, but moving to the small of your back a few moments later.

He pulled back, all too soon. Your eyes opened slowly, to see him looking at you with a stunned expression on his face, his soft lips swollen from the kiss.

Peter took a step back, beginning to panic. “I am so sorry–I didn’t mean to–that was….that was crossing a line–”

“Peter….Peter, stop!” You reached out, your fingers gently tracing the bruise on his cheekbone, silently wishing you could take all of his pain away in one second. He froze, leaning into your touch with a relieved sigh. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you that day on the subway,” he murmured, sending shocks of electricity to your very core.

“Me too,” you admitted with a laugh.

Peter leaned in towards you again, brushing your lips very softly. “I gotta go–although I really don’t want to….I’ll see you again soon.”

“Two apple fritters, please,” Peter politely asked the man working the bakery stand. After paying him and receiving the pastries, he handed one to you with a smile. “Now my debt is paid.”

You let out a laugh. “I guess now we’re even, Parker Pete.”

The two of you began to strolling along together, hand-in-hand, enjoying the brisk October weekend. It was nearly dusk, the lights of Queens beginning to twinkle in the dimming night sky. The two of you had a long talk about what happens next the night Peter had kissed you, about prioritizing everything correctly. You both agreed to keep your newfound relationship on the low, spending time together on the weekends–Peter had his internship during the week still, and you began to understand the importance and secrecy of it.

You enjoyed every minute you spent with Peter, your life finally feeling like it was back on track again. But you were dying to know all about his internship–you learned that Tony Stark was a genius, a billionaire, and philanthropist who doubled as the superhero known as ‘Iron Man’, a secret he came out to the press about. Peter gushed all the time about working under Mr. Stark, but he always kept it strictly confidential–and you were starting to get curiouser and curiouser.

“So,” you asked as you both walked together, giving his hand a playful squeeze. “Are you absolutely sure you can’t tell me anything about your internship? Like, not even a tiny little detail?”

Peter chuckled, rubbing the back of his head anxiously. “I’m sorry, [Y/N], you know how the rules are. I wish I could tell you, though.”

You knew not to push, but you couldn’t help it. “Do you work with that high-tech alien junk I saw in the news?”

His smile slowly disappeared. “You know I’m not allowed to say.”

“I know, I know,” you whined, giving up. “Top secret stuff.” 

A crash and a shout sounded suddenly, breaking the silence. Looking up, you both saw three men clad in all black, complete with black ski masks, holding a poor shop owner hostage in his floral store a few blocks down.

“Holy shit,” you breathed, pulling out your phone. “I’m calling the police.”

Peter let go of your hand, taking off in a sprint towards an alley. “Call them! I’ll be right back!” he shouted over his shoulder.

“Peter, stop!” you cried out, taking a step forward. “Where are you going?! Peter!”

He disappeared around the corner, shouting again, “I’ll be right back!”, leaving you standing there, utterly stunned and speechless that he would just leave you there, stuttering out a few words to the 911 operator on your phone. His words echoed in your mind. 

A group of people began to crowd across the street, watching the three robbers. You pushed past them, hearing the sirens in the distance–but you knew the robbers were going to get away before they arrived. Looking around, you had to do something.

“Hey!” you shouted, running full speed towards the three robbers. You had some pepper spray in your purse, and you quickly pulled it out, spraying the man closest to you right in the eyes. He screamed in agony, falling to his knees, clutching his burning eyes. The second man was stuffing cash from the register into a bag, and the third was holding the shop owner by the collar.

“Well, well, well,” the second man said, his voice sending chills down your spine. “Looks like we got a little hero.” He tossed the bag of cash to his partner, and moved quickly towards you.

Before he could take a step further, before you could blast him with the pepper spray, a flash of red and blue appeared and knocked him out with a swift kick to the face. The last man holding the shop owner dropped the bag of cash and tried to run, only to be stopped with one of Spider-Man’s web shooters.

Once the shop robbers were incapacitated, Spider-Man turned to you almost angrily.

“What were you thinking?” he bellowed, stabbing a finger at you. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed!”

Your mouth opened in a shocked O, hot tears spilling over your cheeks. “I–I was only trying to help, the police were never going to make it in time–”

The masked hero shook his head. “[Y/N]–don’t do that again.”

“How do you know….” Before you could finish your question, Spider-Man ran out of the shop, and disappeared into the city with a few swings from his web shooters. You were completely shocked, and right back where you once were–who was Spider-Man?

The police asked some questions, took some notes, and turned you loose. Breathing heavily, you exited the growing crowd and immediately pulled out your phone, dialing Peter. He didn’t answer, so you left a very quick and angry voicemail.

“Peter Parker,” you growled into the phone. “You have a lot of explaining to do.”

unrequited requited love

warnings: none

words: 1,158

pairing: peter parker x reader, flash x reader

request: hi! I want to request a peterxreader where theyre best friends and the reader is in love with him. when she tells him he rejects her but when she gets a boyfriend he realizes his mistake. ((I know its oh so cliché lol)) you can decide the ending :)

a/n: aa my first peter parker imagine. I really hope you guys like it! I just got a new laptop, so please keep sending in requests!

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Beetlejuice Part 2 (Connor Murphy x reader)

Part 1 (I don’t know how to link things properly) https://restoftheworldfallsaway.tumblr.com/post/163510166050/beetlejuice-connor-murphy-x-reader-fic-part-1-of 

4000+ words.

tw: suicide, depression, anxiety, angst. just it’s really fucking sad okay.

Happy midnight, this is Connor’s hour. I am sorry i am shit. You guys deserve better.

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Can You See It?

Originally posted by gifsbangtan

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Soulmate!AU
Summary: Jungkook’s marking is leaked and out in the open for everyone to see. Everyone, including you.
Characters: Jungkook, Reader
Words: 6,363
Warnings: Swearing

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