i will put my hands up and surrender~

~College!au Pen Pal Jungkook~ PART FOURTEEN:END

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“Revenge?” You inquired with a smirk as he dragged you out of your room. 

“Come on. We have to make her feel bad, you know?”

“Aren’t we supposed to be the bigger people?” You raised an eyebrow. Stopping in his tracks, he sighed. “Aren’t you mad about what she did?”

“Oh, definitely.”

“Then, for once, just this once, for your…boyfriend, can you agree?” He drawled out the word ‘boyfriend’ as if testing it out and then nodded in satisfaction.

“Boyfriend, huh? I don’t recall you asking to be my boyfriend,” you looked around, aimlessly.

“But Y/N,” Jungkook whined, shaking your hand in his grasp.

“Yes?”

“I’ve already told you I love you and I’ve kissed you,” He peered down at you with a raised brow. When you nodded, motioning him to continue, he shook his head as a chuckled released from his lips. “Now, all that there’s left is the question. Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Sure, I love you, too, so it’s very clear that’d be my answer. Now, what were you thinking for revenge?”

“That’s it? A ‘Sure’? You know what, I should’ve expected that,” He laughed.

“Did you expect me to jump into your arms oh so gracefully and give you a kiss?”

“I mean, that’d be nice,” Jungkook shrugged with a cheeky grin. Rolling your eyes, you stood on your tippy-toes and pecked his cheek. He pouted but nonetheless walked along. 

“So, girlfriend, my plan of revenge is messy,” Jungkook smirked, leading you to his dorms.

“You’re not gonna call me that always, right? I like the sound of it but do we want to be that couple?” After a moment of silence you nodded to yourself. “Of course we do. We’ll annoy the shit out of people.”

“Exactly!”

“So what were you thinking?” You asked again when you reached his room; a room you stayed in plenty of time. You were the one who hogged his bed and constantly fought over room while, Yoongi, poor Yoongi, had to watch from the other side. Unlike you, Jungkook had a roommate. 

Opening the door, you both walked in. At the sound, Yoongi’s head popped up from his laying down position on the bed. “Y/N! I never thought I’d say this, but I missed you here!” Yoongi shouted, grinning ear to ear. You’ve never seen him like this.

“Hyung,” Jungkook sighed. 

“Nope, I missed Y/N. How many times have I told you to apologize to her for ignoring her for so long?” Yoongi stood up and walked over to the both of you. 

“Many,” Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly, casting his eyes downward.

“Oh really? Well, hate to break it to you but it required a Vmin intervention to get him to apologize,” You playfully scowled in Jungkook’s direction. 

“Why, what happened?”

“Remember Y/F/N?”

“That girl I met once when she came over and after she left, I banned her from coming back because she was too damn annoying? Yeah, I remember her,” Yoongi rolled his eyes as if recalling a day he’d much rather forget. 

“She wasn’t my pen pal…Y/N was,” Jungkook still obviously felt guilty for picking a stranger over you.

“Oh? That makes a lot of sense. I liked your pen pal’s sense of humor and I liked Y/N,” Snapping his fingers he shook his head, “Should connected them sooner.”

“Well, now she’s exposed and Kook and I want to get revenge,” You clapped your hands, smiling sweetly.

“And we’re dating! Y/N, can’t forget about the highlight,” Jungkook grinned.

“I sure hope you are. The way Jungkook used to go on and on about you, you already knew he was in love with you.” 

“Oh really?”

“Hyung! Not important right now! Revenge plan, remember?” Jungkook waved his hands around.

“I love a good revenge plan. What were you thinking?”

“Remember the paint war we were supposed to have?”

“The one with the balloons?”

Nodding his head, Jungkook grinned. “That’s a great idea!”

Looking between the two boys who’d be thought being twelve years old with a conversation like this, you were confused. Paint war? Balloons? 

“You think? It isn’t too mean?”

“You’re asking the wrong person…I’d write roast the shit out of them with a diss track. How can I help?”


“Great. More of Jungkook’s friends. Wanna yell at me, too?” You overheard Y/F/N groan when she spotted Yoongi, Namjoon and Jin approaching her. 

Both you and Jungkook were hiding on top of a probably restricted construction structure. It was in front of one of the buildings being repaired from storm damage. Under the structure, was Y/F/N where you had planned her to be. 

“We were just wondering why you lied to Jungkook,” Jin said, innocently, walking closer, but not close enough to be ‘revenge-ed.’

“I have to explain it to you, too? Ugh, honestly if I had known this would be the consequences of being his friend in the first place then I’d–” You nudged Jungkook to hurry up and start. Jungkook sent you a smirk before dropping the blue water balloon so it landed on her head. 

She let out a shriek as you stifled a laugh. The boys in front of her laughed their asses off, and you quickly grabbed the special present Taehyung gave you. Throwing it on the ground next to her, an eruption of purple smoke was released. 

“Smoke bomb. Smart,” Jungkook nodded, handing you a balloon. You both threw the remaining balloons before the smoke dissipated and scurried off the structure. You pretended to be just walking in on the scene, noticing the boys motioning you over. 

“You did this!” Y/F/N pointed an accusing finger at the two of you. Putting both your hands up in surrender you denied, “We just got here, how would we?” You couldn’t contain your laugh as you observed her. She was a rainbow. Her arms were green and orange, while her head and torso was a mixture between blues and pinks. 

“Then maybe it was the other two,” She was fuming. 

“Us?” Taehyung and Jimin genuinely just entered the scene. All the while, other students walked by with snickers and smirks on their faces.

“Wondered why she got that.”

“I don’t care. She deserved it. You know she stole my boyfriend in freshman year?”

“She looks better like that.”

“I’d give a high five to the person who did that.”

Smirking to yourselves, both you and Jungkook returned to your dorm room. “Now, that, was fun,” You yelled, a large grin on your face. Tackling Jungkook in an embrace, you sighed in content. 

“Princess, as long as you’re dating me, it’ll always be fun,” He wiggled his eyebrows, suggestively.

“Says the virgin,” You smirked causing him to gasp. 

“Hey! You’re making fun!”

“No, no, just a small tease,” You leaned up and pecked his lips. Humming in response, Jungkook pulled you onto your bed. Hovering over you and wrapping his arms around you, he gave a cute smile.

“Just letting you know, I’m not letting go. Ever,” He buried his head in the crook of your neck as you laid underneath him.

“Good. Because I don’t want you to.”

The both of you soon fell asleep, your hand playing with his hair, a new thing you did that Jungkook loved. However, like the last time, you managed to move around so you were against his chest and legs tangled together. 

This time, when you woke up, there was no awkwardness. Soft smiles and sweet words were exchanged between you two and man, you wondered what the hell you did to deserve it. 


That day, you were both sent to you Dean’s office where Y/F/N, still some part of her body covered in paint splatters, sat in his chair. You sat in the other two seats next to Y/F/N. 

“I’m sorry Y/F/N, but no one saw it,” your Dean apologized.

“They had a smoke bomb! Believe me they did it!” She pointed another accusing finger at you.

“And why would they do that?” The Dean raised his eyebrow. You and Jungkook exchanged glances. You were both expecting this. If Y/F/N said you waned revenge, she’d have to explain why. And why would be the reason she’d be in trouble. Pretending to be someone else, especially if it was part of an assignment, was a violation and she knew that.

Opening her mouth a few times, she looked down and grumbled to herself. Looking back up sweetly, she apologized, “You know, it probably wasn’t them. I’m sorry for wasting your time.” Then she marched out the door and closed it behind her. 

“I’m sorry I had to have you here. You see, paint was thrown at Y/F/N and she thought you two were the culprits. Do you know why’d she’d think that?”

The both of you shook your heads in disbelief, widening your eyes. “What?” “No way!”

“I thought so. You can leave now,” the Dean motioned to the door. 

“See? Smoke bombs are smart,” you smirked, out of ear range of the Dean’s office.

Intertwining your hands, Jungkook sighed, “What an adventure; First I talked to my pen pal, then you, then back to my pen pal, then you, and then Y/F/N, and then you who was my pen pal all along? Wow, what a story to tell.”

“Yeah, at least we’re both at fault. We both did stupid things.”

“Because we’re both idiots,” Jungkook finished.

“For each other,” you pinched his cheek lovingly, causing him to groan. 

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“As Sarcastic Princess would say, I love me too,” You smiled when he chuckled. “Oh, and I love you, too.”


ITS OVER *wipes tear* I hope this was an okay ending that satisfied you all! Thank you all so much for reading this and leaving such sweet messages and asks. I couldn’t ask for a better bunch of readers.

As for the next pen pal, it’s going to be….*drum rolls* Yoongi’s!!! So all you Yoongi biased (heh me too) be sure to stick around!! Pls, I love making friends.

How did you like it? Any particular parts you loved? Let me know!

I love y’all~

Can I Be Her || Tom Holland Oneshot (Alternate Ending)

Request: Anonymous asked: Can I please get an imagine where the reader is best friends with Tom and Harrison but loves Tom. The reader is witnessing Tom fall in love with Zendaya and tries to forget about Tom but can’t. In the end, Tom ends up having a serious relationship with Zendaya and Tom and the reader fall apart. You can decide the end but I want it to be a sad ending. I’m sorry if it’s complicated or just plain stupid. Thank you.

Warnings: Sad, happy ending!

Word Count: 1,655

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Enjoy! Only difference is the ending lol. This is not part two by the way!

~Masterlist~


You didn’t think this would happen. You were falling for Tom, hard. At first you thought nothing of it, but once you got to know him, the real him, you were in a trance. You developed a love for Tom, it was completely indescribable. You never told anyone, not even Harrison, knowing he’d never keep his mouth shut. He’d spill everything to Tom, and you couldn’t bare let your affection for him to get in the way of your friendship.

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Bit of a Flirt

Request: Can you do a TJeffs image with 16,18, 21?

16: You’re cute with glasses.
18: What are you five?
21: Don’t give me that look! It’s not my fault!

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warning: lots of sexual innuendos/jokes, swearing? but when do i not swear in fics lmao

Kink Tag: none!

Period: Modern

Song: “Thin Air” - Olivia Holt ft. Jordan Fisher

A/N: So I collabed with @daveeddiggsit for this one and it ended up way cuter than we expected?? lol hope you enjoy!! (also there are several criminal minds references bc i’m like that)


You pushed your glasses back up the bridge of your nose as you continued typing away at your final thesis paper of the semester. Hair up in a bun, and some ratty university sweatpants on, you were looking a little worse for wear. But that was normal during finals week, right?

The library you had been holed up in for the past five hours was dead silent, allowing you to completely focus on your paper. Your eyes were glued to your laptop screen when you heard the sound of a chair scraping backwards but you were too in the zone to look up. As long as they didn’t disrupt your concentration, you’d be good.

“You ever think that the reason you’re wearing glasses is because you’ve been staring at that screen pretty closely for about two hours straight?” You heard a curious, deep voice interrupt your thoughts.

“You ever think about how the library is a quiet place for people to work,” you retorted without looking away from your screen.

“If you really want a quiet place to work, we could head back to my place and work on some other things too, if you know what I mean.” You could practically hear the smirk grow on his face.

“That sounds like one of the first lines in a Criminal Minds episode. Hard pass.”

“You like Criminal Minds? How about you let me profile you.

You finally glanced over and you could see that there definitely was a smirk on the very attractive man’s face. His hair was wildly curly, yet somehow tamable to an extent, facial hair adorned his defined jawline, and his amused brown eyes stared into your slightly-narrowed ones.

If you weren’t supposed to email this paper to your professor in six hours, you probably would’ve taken him up on his advances, but what was more attractive than Smirky Guy was an A on your paper. Which you then turned back to.

“Are you seriously just going to keep ignoring me?” He asked.

“Yup.”

“I’m just going to keep flirting with you until you talk to me.”

“You call saying random pick up lines to a girl whose name you don’t know and receiving little to no response flirting?”

“Yup.” He said, mocking you.

You rolled your eyes and continued to type your paper.

“Aww, come on, four eyes, take a break and talk to me. It won’t hurt anyone.”

You completely turned to him. “‘Four eyes,’ really?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you, five?”

“Hey, ‘four eyes’ isn’t a bad thing. You look cute in glasses.” He grinned at you and even added a wink this time.

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Prompt 24: “I need tampons.”

The moment those three words escaped your lips all six boys stared at you, all with varying expressions on their faces.

“Tampons?” Sodapop asked quizzically. “Sweet heart, you don’t need any tampons, we have plenty of napkins in the pantry. Do you want me to go get you some?”  

“Napkins?” You grunted impatiently as you stared at your big brother. “And what do you suppose using napkins will achieve Sodapop?” 

“Uh…” He trailed off, looking at Steve for support, but he shook his head… there was no way he was getting involved in this one. He puts his hands up in surrender. “I suppose it’d stop the, y’know… flow?” 

“You can say blood. And no, it won’t stop the “flow”, there is a crime scene in my undies.” 

No one dared to say a word. Not even Darry who would usually scold you for saying something so vulgar. 

You honestly weren’t meaning to be so bitchy, honestly, you weren’t… you had just had enough. You were fed up. All you wanted was your mother. But instead, you had to go through all of this by yourself. Darry was absolutely clueless… the day you got your first period, you thought he was going to have a heart attack. He had looked like a deer caught in headlights. 

But the boys winced the moment you had made that comment. 

“We can go get you tampons” Soda said softly, making eye contact with all the boys. “All of us, we will all go together.”

“Hey, Y/N… I can steal you some chocolate…” Two-Bit grinned, reaching out punch your arm softly. “What’ya say?” 

“If I eat chocolate right now, I’m going to puke… to be honest, right now I really feel like I want to murder someone.” And boy was that the truth, your first victim would probably be Steve. “But I also really want soft pretzels.”

“We can get you those.” Johnny smiled at you, he looked a little worried to… you had been getting pains all day… excruciating pains. And he felt awful sorry for you. 

“Okay, let’s wrap this up.” Steve said, walking straight out the door… you could tell he was glad to leave…

As all 6 boys walked out the door you heard Dally mutter to Ponyboy “I say we just get it over with and we kill her.” 

Flirt - Theo Raeken

Originally posted by onlyharryforever

warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual activities, lotso alcohol so underaged drinking, very belated request
word count: 4535 (THATS WHAT IM TALKIN ABOUT I WROTE IT IN 1 DAY)
requested by anon! again sorry the request took me forever to get to ya, but i didn’t forget! although I did change some things around… hope you still like it tho


“Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist right?”

 You turned from where you stood on the steps of the school, and rose an eyebrow at Theo Raeken.  He winked, bounding up the stairs towards you.  “And how are you this mornings, darling flower?” You rolled your eyes, but let him walk next to you anyways.

 “I am absolutely wonderful now that I have Mr Raeken escorting me into the building.  And you?”

 “Well I do find myself fancying walking with you, flower” He replied.  You laughed to yourself as you headed into the school.

 “Nice chatting as always Raeken.  See you later”

 “Adios Chica”

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Ties That Bind Us

It was Two am when Hunk woke up to a start.

He hadn’t even realised he’d fallen asleep, however here he was slumped over Lance’s bed while said boy shivered miserably.

Hunk sat up stretching his aching back before glancing at the floor where Keith was softly snoring. Hunk smiled as he stood up, getting a spare blanket and placing it over the red paladin’s shoulders. He was half tempted to wake him, but judging from the dark circles under his eyes Keith too had fallen asleep out of sheer exhaustion.

“H-unk” Lance asked weakly trying to sit up.

Hunk was at his side in an instant, gently propping him up against the pillows. “Hey buddy, how you feeling?”

“F-Fine” lance whimpered as he began to cough harshly into his elbow.

“Yeah you sound it.” Hunk sighed rubbing soothing circles on Lance’s back and waiting until the painful sounding coughing was done.

“Don’ fee good” Lance slurred.

Hunk sighed “That would be the fever buddy, it’s really bad.” Hunk regretted those words the second Lance’s eyes widened in panic. He quickly put his hands up almost in surrender “But nothing I can’t handle right. Who was it that said my cooking could cure all diseases?”

Lance smiled “I did.”

“There, if you won’t believe me, then you had better believe yourself. I personally don’t know anyone better.” Hunk smiled as he placed a large hand on Lance’s forehead frowning at the heat still radiating off him.

It had been almost two days now since Lance had been brought to the infirmary and in that time his fever had topped at 105 degrees only to drop to an annoyingly high 102. No matter what they did it seemed like Lance’s body was working itself too hard for the fever to break.

Lance leaned into Hunks touch closing his eyes again.

“Hang on a second buddy, you need to try and drink something before you go back to sleep.” Hunk said quickly pulling his hand away causing Lance to whine with the lack of the cool skin against his own.

Lance didn’t answer, only nodded and allowed Hunk to place the straw between his lips.

Hunk couldn’t help but feel a stab of panic when Lance barley had three sips before he broke away coughing again.

“Lance! You ok?” He asked trying to hold Lance up so that he wouldn’t fall of the bed.

He was coughing so deep and wet that his whole frame rattled with every gasp of breath. Hunk hated this.

He hated not being able to ease his best friend’s pain; all he could do was hold him.

When he coughs finally died down Lance was exhausted. He slumped onto Hunk shivering from a chill only he could feel.

“You ok now?” Hunk asked knowing he wasn’t just from the crinkled breathing coming from his chest.

“M’cold” Lance mumbled.

“I can help with that at least.”

As gently as picking up a kitten, Hunk sat on the bed with his back leaned against the wall and pulled Lance onto his lap. Lance hesitated for a moment, before he melted into Hunk, resting his head against his friend’s chest just listening to his soothing heartbeat.

“Hunk? “Lance asked so Quietly Hunk nearly missed it over the low rumble of the castle engines.

“Yeah?”

“Even though I’m not really human any more… do you think Mama will still love me?” He asked as he buried his face into Hunks shirt as though it could protect him from some kind of terrible truth.

“Well I still love you no matter what and you mom loves you a million times more than ever could, no matter how much I try.” Hunk smiled as he brushed the sweaty hair from Lance’s forehead.

“Oh…”

Hunk thought Lance had fallen asleep until he felt a small weak squeeze on his hand. He looked down to see Lances glowing blue eyes staring up at him.

“Thanks Hunk… I love you.”

Hunk smiled kissing his forehead as he pulled him a little closer “I love you too.”

Keith tried to remain still and pretend he was asleep and that tears weren’t falling down his cheeks.

Lost - The Forgotten Series - Pt. 3

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Rowena, mentions of Crowley and Cas

Warnings: All the Angst

Word Count: 2.6k (hey look, it’s the longest of the series)

A/N: I know that it’s been a while. I had to wait for this one to come to me. I thought it was going to be the last one, but it turns out this Series has other plans. So, I bring you third installment of The Forgotten Series, Lost. I really hope you guys like it! Catch up on Pt. 1 & 2

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Movie Night Part 4

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2775

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut, swearing, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy!) bite marks, fingering, slight oral, mention of a blow job. Fluff, yucky love stuff.

A/N: HJM, thank you so much for your request. I liked it a lot and I really hope I did it justice and brought your idea to life!

Part One - Part Two - Part Three

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Click. Click. Click.

You blew out a frustrated breath and dropped your pen before the clicking drove you crazy. The stupid nervous tic had started about an hour ago as you stared at the e-mails in front of you.

Tony was not going to like what Secretary Ross had to say about the Singapore mission. The United Nations wasn’t very happy either.

You propped your elbows on your desk and lowered your head into your hands. You pressed your thumbs into your temples and tried to will the headache away.

Think happy thoughts.

Bucky popped into your head. A small smile played on your lips. He had left you with plenty to think about the night before he left for Singapore with the team.

Whoever said that romance was dead, clearly had never been with Bucky Barnes.

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103. Single, not sure how to mingle.
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105. My idea of flirting is making fun of each other, until one of us fucks up and says something nice.
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111. A (whispering): I really like you and want to kiss you a lot.
       B: What?
       A: I said you suck.

Here you go! :) (And thank you so much for the kind words!! )

“Am I the only one sick of romantic comedies- kissing couples and flowers and tears and such. Like who needs those anyways?” - you said, arms rested on the back of the sofa, eyes locked on the tv screen that was projecting some lame movie, though Wanda seemed very interested and Pietro nearly dead.

“I agree.”- he mumbled, half-asleep, half-wishing he was doing something else, anything else, really. “No guys, come on, where’s the romance in your souls?”- Wanda said, enthusiastically following every move of the actor’s who were now dancing slowly.

“I’ve literally zero space for romance in mine, too much sarcasm and irony I guess.” - Wanda frowned at your sassy comment and made an unimpressed face. You just put your hands up in surrender and sat next to her and the already sleeping Pietro.

“I don’t believe you though”- Wanda whispered, still looking at the screen. You turned your head to her in confusion - “What?” - she nodded her head at the tv “Just look at them - all those secret looks, the little gestures, the gentleness, even their flirting looks so…romantic” - she breathed out, little hearts swimming in her eyes.

“Well my idea of flirting is making fun of each other, until one of us fucks up and says something nice.” - you commented, voice sounding slightly muffled, because you had your chin rested on your knee.

She lauhed and looked at you as if trying to remember something. “What was it that you said yesterday?–” She touched her forehead and then snapped her fingers “Single, not sure how to mingle.” 

Her quoting of you made you both laugh and snicker quietly. “Yeah, exactly” - you exhaled, turning her body to her to explain - “Like my brain just can’t work with such a pink ‘filter’. I’m like a factory for sarcastic comments, look” - you shifted again, so you were facing Pietro’s sleeping form.

Wanda watched you carefully as you leaned down and whispered near his ear “I really like you and want to kiss you a lot.” - her hand immediatelly clasped over her mouth, in an attempt to try and not laugh so hard.

He moved his head a bit and opened one eye sligtly, and very sleepily asked in a low, raspy voice : “What?” - You tried to look at him in an uniterested manner - “I said you suck”.

He kind of shrugged his shoulders and mummbled with a lazy smile “You suck too” - turning to Wanda with a wide grin across your face you pointed at her brother:

“See! That was some aswesome flirting action!”

“Coronation” Part Three

Summary: She was the Queen of Sokovia, and he was the future king of Romania. Their relationship was full of hate towards one another, but will it change when his heart gets broken by a traitor to both of your powerful countries?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: angst 

Word Count: 917

A/N: more and more angst. The taglist for this series might be closing soon, but my permanent is still open. (this gif made me laugh)

Coronation Masterlist


Originally posted by gurulahima

Everyone waited in the throne room for James’ announcement. Rebecca’s last comment had left Y/N uneasy. She wasn’t prepared for the proposal to come.

“Where is this boy, Winnie? He said ten minutes. He must learn punctuality if he is to take the throne!” George exclaimed through multiple harsh breathes.

Just as the King was to rant again, James walked through the doors, alone.

“Sorry for the wait. I had to see Natasha off. She is going on one of her trips again.” James rushed out,

“but, I brought you all here for a reason. I believe I have found a different way for the war to end with Russia.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at the proposal. Russia had been after both of their countries for years, and now they want peace?

“Son, what makes you believe this war can end. It has been going on for years. Nothing in this world will ever get Russia to stop.” King George was exasperated by this point.

“Just hear me out, okay?” James asked quietly.

The King and Queen nodded their approval. Y/N was intrigued at what he had to say.

With a deep breathe, James rushed out the sentence,

“We give them Sokovia.”


 White hot rage consumed Y/N. Before she knew what she was doing, her hand swung out and connected with the side of James’s face. A deafening slap echoed throughout the throne room. Guards came rushing in from every angle.

“Do not put your hands on me! I am a Queen! Leave us at once!” Y/N screamed at the guards who were trying to drag her out.

They backed up and her loud words and exited the room. She saw the King and Queen had their mouths ajar and Rebecca had a hand over her agape mouth. Y/N bent down to James level.

“If you ever discuss the future of my country again, there will be serious consequences, James. Never bring that up again. I will never surrender my throne to the Russians. Sokovia is mine, and will always be mine. Get that through your head James.” Y/N took one last look before addressing Rebecca.

“Would you like to teach me how to paint now?”


 “It was the bitch’s idea, wasn’t it!” Y/N screamed at her canvas.

“It had to be! Her last name is Russian! ‘Romanova!’ What is she even doing here!” Y/N continued to scream.

“Y/N- “Rebecca started.

“I just want her to go! She is debating the future of MY country and she is not even a royal!” Y/N interrupted.

Rebecca had been listening to Y/N shout for almost an hour now. Her canvas was full of harsh lines and dark hues. It reflected her mood. Their session was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Queen Y/L/N, the Romanian rulers are asking to speak to you.” A servant boy named Sam told her.

“Thank you, Sam. I’ll be right there.” Y/N slowly rose from her seat and made it to the door.

She was not looking forward to this conversation.


 Y/N made her way to the throne room. With a deep breath, she pushed back open the gigantic double doors. She was met with the King and Queen sitting in their respective thrones. James was standing next to his father. She felt pride that there was still an outline of her hand on his cheek.

“You wanted to see me.” Y/N said with an edge in her voice.

The King took a deep breath, “We wanted to discuss what had occurred earlier. We understand that you were angry at James for his proposal, and he had no right auctioning off your country.”

Before he could get another word in, Y/N interrupted, “Did he even tell you who’s idea it was. It wasn’t his that’s for sure. It was Natasha`s. Rebecca overheard her last night trying to convince James to agree. Tell me James, how did she get you to agree? Did she give you a blowjob? Handjob? What was it? She left because she knew if she was the one to tell me, I would’ve had her executed for suggesting such an idea.”

James was furious at her words. She could almost see the steam coming from his ears.

“She shouldn’t even be here. She isn’t even a royal. Please tell me why she is allowed at meals and how you could allow your son, who is engaged to me, to date that whore.” Y/N continued.

The King and Queen were surprised at her words.

“Queen Y/N, she is the daughter of one of our best supporters. He adopted her. His name is Nick Fury. He had been good friends with this family for years. She is allowed at dinners and she is allowed to be with James to continue to keep him in our good graces. You must understand, he is a lord of this country. He is a powerful man. He could take us all down if he wanted.” Queen Winifred quietly told her.

“So, I’m gathering, you would rather be in the good graces of one man, than a whole country?” Y/N asked.

“It’s more complicated than that. Please you have to understand what he means to us and our rule.” George tried.

“Tell me, where did this Nick adopt her from?” Y/N asked.

There was a silence in the room. No one seemed to want to answer.

“Tell me!” She tried once again.

“Russia! She’s from Russia!” James yelled, equally as loud.

The wind was knocked out of her.


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you’re my werepuppy - Isaac Lahey one shot *fluff*

Original Request from nocomhbhronHey hey!! Love your blog dude :)
Anyway, I was wondering if you’d do a short of Isaac insisting that werewolves don’t like being scratched (like dogs; behind the ear, belly etc) but y/n scratches him while he’s sleeping and his leg starts going off 💕

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader

Rating: Teen for swearing


Originally posted by killsalthi

Originally posted by jkque

“[y/n], come get breakfast!” Derek voice blared, waking you up.

You dragged your sleepy form out of bed. After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you joined your pack, not bothering to change out of your pajamas. You entered the common area, seeing Scott and Liam watching cartoons on the couch, Lydia on an adjacent chair eating French toast and reading a thick novel. Stiles and Derek were at the stove, bickering about something while Stiles stirred pancake mix and Derek flipped.

You finally spotted your favorite werewolf, Isaac, who was sitting at the minibar, hunched over a plate of eggs and bacon. Of course he’d be alone, and of course he’d look adorable with his curly hair slightly in disarray and clad in plaid pajamas and a white cotton t-shirt. You always had a soft spot for Isaac, nothing explicitly romantic, but also not inappropriately maternal. Everyone just has ‘that person’ with whom they can share everything and feel safe, and he was your person. And as proven by your unplanned matching attire, you were kindred spirits.

“Morning, sunshine,” you greeted. Isaac’s face shot up, looking at you surprised. He recovered as he recognized it was you, his mouth stretching into a bright smile.

“Morning,” he chimed. “Someone’s finally up.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Well, someone had to stay up most of the night doing research because someone fell asleep, even though they promised they wouldn’t.” You lightly punched his arm.

Isaac ducked his head, a guilty grin taking form.

“Yeah… sorry about that. How do you make yourself stay up so late, anyway?”

You shrugged. “I guess I’m used to it. Tests and papers.”

Isaac playfully scoffed, mumbling something like “such a nerd.”

“What was that?” you piped. Isaac always teased you for being so invested in school, even though he secretly loved how smart you were.

“Nothing! I just said you looked really pretty today,” he shot you a thousand watt smile, leaning in closer to you.

You blushed, trying to mask your visceral reaction with a sarcastic laugh. You nudged him away with your elbow.

“Whatever, Lahey. Just eat your eggs.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he mocked, resuming his breakfast.

Derek appeared in your line of vision, knowingly shaking his head at the two of you. Everyone kind of knew that you and Isaac were a duo, not really ~together~ but always together. You had a thing. They respected your unique relationship, occasionally making slides like “stop being gross” and “make out already.”

Derek slid a plate of pancakes in front of you.

“Having a good morning?” he asked, the mischievous glint in his eyes implying a double meaning. He eyed Isaac, then you.

“Really good,” you replied with a tight smile. “Almost as good as yours.”

You gestured towards Stiles, who was now attempting to flip a drippy pancake.

“Shit,” Derek muttered, retreating backwards. “Stiles, don’t touch that!”  

You giggled at their antics, scarfing down a mouthful of pancake. Looking back over at Isaac, a wave of adoration hit you. You observed his careful movements, delicately using a fork and knife to cut up his food. You always wondered if the reason why he was so cautious, so meticulous in his ways was because of his childhood, always afraid to make a mistake, afraid of his father.

Your body moved of its own volition, the urge to comfort him overtaking you. You weren’t sure how, but your hand somehow ended up in new territory behind his ear. You moved your fingers along his hairline, gently scratching the area.

“What are you doing?” Isaac asked, breaking your trance. Amusement and confusion lit his features.

“What?” you replied casually, continuing to move your fingers. After all, it wasn’t unusual for you to touch him affectionately, physical contact a huge component of your friendship.

“You’re… scratching behind my ear.”

“Yeah, so? Do you not like it?” You pulled back slowly, embarrassment burning your face.

“I don’t exactly mind it,” he began with a laugh. “But you know I’m not a dog, right?”  

You raised your eyebrow.

“Hey, come on,” he scoffed in feigned annoyance. “Werewolf. Werewolf,” he enunciated.

You giggled. “I know. I just thought it would feel nice—“

“Well, you thought wrong,” he cut you off. “Werewolves aren’t dogs, [y/n]. We don’t pee everywhere, we don’t like belly rubs, and we don’t. Like. Ear. Scratches,” he pouted adorably.

You put your hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. No more ear scratches,” you relented, but not before reaching up to ruffle his hair, laughing. Isaac merely groaned, hiding a smile in his shoulder.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The rest of the day had gone by smoothly. You were grateful, missing the aesthetic of a Lazy Sunday. The pack had decided to go out to dinner, leaving you and Isaac alone. You were both homebodies, preferring to stay in and relax.

You were sitting on the couch watching Pride and Prejudice, Isaac’s head resting in your lap. You absentmindedly stroked patterns into his arm until his body suddenly went limp, his breathing full and even.

He’d fallen asleep. Again.

Okay, you actually sympathized this time. Isaac thought Jane Austen was boring, but it was your turn to pick the movie, and you’d begged him for weeks to watch it with you. He had finally agreed before falling asleep twenty minutes into the film. You sighed, moving your hand away to avoid disturbing him.

But an idea suddenly hit you, recalling back to this morning when Isaac had said that werewolves didn’t like being scratched behind the ear. You thought back to all the times when you were a kid and your dog Molly had fallen asleep curled up beside you. Whenever you scratched her behind her ear, she would always whine softly and nuzzle closer to you in contentment.  

With Molly as inspiration, you slowly placed your fingers behind Isaac’s ear, gently caressing at first. When he didn’t stir, you nudged a little harder, running your fingernails against the exposed skin.

You froze when Isaac shifted, curving his body slightly inward. An almost imperceptible “hmm” broke through the silence as he burrowed his face into your lap. You took that as encouragement.

Still scratching, you used your thumb to graze the shell of his ear, stimulating more of the area. You passively noted how soft his earlobes were.

And that’s when it happened. Isaac’s leg twitched.

You gasped. Had you done it? Had you just proven Isaac wrong about werewolves? Victory was on your mind. Your best friend was literally an overgrown puppy in denial.

You maintained your controlled pace, not straying too long in one area, giving attention to different sections of his skin. You tried to stifle your laughter as Isaac’s leg started going off. You covered your mouth with your hand, the other still stroking him.

Behind you, the front door opened and the pack filed in, their voices and footsteps filling the air.

“Shhh, guys,” you whispered, turning around with a finger to your lips. They all turned towards you, approaching you in the living room.

“What’s up?” Scott said. They all stood in a circle, looking down at you and Isaac.

“Look,” you instructed. They watched silently. You resumed scratching Isaac behind his ear, and on cue, he started kicking his leg.

Stiles’ snort broke through the air as he buried his face into Derek’s shoulder, who was smirking and shaking his head. Liam broke into giggles. Scott hid his smile behind a fist. Lydia placed her hand over her heart, mouthing “so cute.”

Her support quickly turned devious as she pulled out her phone to take a video. The rest of the pack was now doubled over.

“This is so great,” Scott huffed through his mirth.

“This is fucking hilarious. I know what I’m doing tonight.” Stiles informed, a little too loudly. He put his hand on Derek’s shoulder.

Derek glared at him. This created another uproar of giggles.

“Guys, stop,” you warned through fits of laughter. “He’ll wake up!”

And he did.

You looked down when you felt Isaac maneuver in your lap. He looked up at you with wide, confused eyes. You removed your hand discreetly, smiling down at him.

“Heeey,” you welcomed cheerily.

Isaac opened his mouth to respond before he sat up and noticed the roomful of people observing him. The pack recomposed, panting and wiping their eyes, their faces too red and their smiles too wide.

“What?” Isaac asked, his brows furrowed. He looked around, then back to you. “What did I miss?”

You sucked in through your nose, looking down at your lap.

“Umm, well—“

“This.” Lydia sat down beside Isaac and handed him her phone. Crap.

Isaac hesitantly took the object and played the video. You waited for his reaction as you saw his eyes go wide in the screen’s reflection. After a few seconds, he hung his head, planting his face into his palms. “Fuck me.”

The pack broke character again, hunching over in guffaw.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Stiles taunted. “Even though Liam’s the youngest, I guess you’re the real runt of the litter.”

“Shut up,” Lydia protested, grinning. “I think it’s cute.”

“Alright children, let’s call it a night,” Derek ordered, smiling at you. “This was great, [y/n]. Made my night.”

“Yeah, seriously,” Scott approved. You noticed Isaac looking at you from the corner of his eye, his jaw locked. Scott walked towards Isaac and ruffled his hair fondly, from which Isaac reeled back, face tinted bright pink. “You’re the cutest beta there ever was.”

“I hate all of you,” Isaac deadpanned, sitting back with his arms crossed over his chest.

“We love you, too!” Liam called out en route to his bedroom.

Once everyone had left, you stood up, yawning and stretching your arms over your head. You looked down at Isaac, noticing his staring at your exposed midriff, and immediately placed your arms back down. He looked away rapidly. You stood in front of him.

“Well, I hate to say I told you so…”

Isaac glared at you.

“Was that really necessary?” Isaac mumbled.

“A little bit?” you squeaked. His jaw dropped at your admission. “You just kept denying the ear thing! And in my defense, I didn’t know that everyone would come back all at once like that.”

“Yeah, sure you didn’t,” he jeered. “Now Lydia has a video!”

“So? It’s not like she’ll do anything with it,” you defended. “And for the record, I agree with her.”

“Agree with what?” he muttered looking down, fiddling with his thumbs in his lap. You took a step towards him, your knees touching his.

“That you’re cute,” you spoke softly. He looked up at you, mouth parted. You inhaled at his bewildered expression. “Really, really cute.”

“Really?” he whispered. You bit your lip and nodded. Isaac’s mouth formed an ‘o.’

You regarded him with reverence. His face looked so soft from the warm light of the fireplace. You reached down and ran your fingers through his hair, soothing his awe, using your other hand to cup gently under his jaw.

“Let’s just go to bed, okay?” you cooed. He nodded into your palm. You released him as he slowly stood up, eventually towering over you. You were standing a hair width apart, his breath fanning over your forehead.

He lifted one large hand, moving the hair away from your shoulder. He leaned over to confess into your ear.

“I really did like it… the whole time.”

“I know,” you breathed against his shoulder.

Isaac chuckled.

“I guess I really am a dog.”

“Nah, you’re more like a hybrid,” you responded thoughtfully. He cocked his head to the side, silently questioning you. You chucked at his perplexity before concluding.

“You’re my werepuppy.”


A/N: Hey, guys. Can I just say I had the most fun writing this? Thanks so much to nocomhbhron for requesting it! You are my first official request. And you are grand. Hope you and everyone else likes this! :) 

Jealousy

Words: 1584

Jughead X Reader

A/N: I’m going to write a part 2 to this if anyone is interested. I almost made this a lot longer than it is too, oops

    “Jesus Jughead just admit you’re in love with her already!” Archie laughed at his raven haired friend across from him. Jughead chewed his french fries and glared at Archie. Sure,  Oh Jughead had feelings for Y/N, but he’d never admit it. He was always known for being quiet and self reserved, and for as long as his friends have known him, which was practically his whole life, they’ve never once seen him crush on someone. That was until Y/N came into the picture. She hadn’t been in town long, only a few months, but that’s all the time Jughead needed to become her best friend, and ultimately fall head over heels for her. He had become so close to her in fact, that she knew him better than anyone else. That scared him, and what scared him even more was how quickly and hard he had fallen for her. He didn’t want to mess up this friendship and push her away. He’d rather just stay quiet and suffer, and that’s what he did. Until his friends caught on that is.

    “I’m not in love with her.” Jughead said plainly, and Archie’s head fell to the table and he sighed.

    “What’s wrong with him?” Betty asked, sitting beside Archie in the booth.

    “He won’t admit his love for Y/N!” Archie cried out, sitting up. Jughead leaned over the table and put his hand over Archie’s mouth.

    “Could you keep it down? It’s bad enough I have you two, Veronica, and Kevin bugging me about my apparent feelings. I don’t need the rest of the town to join the bandwagon.”

    “Too late,” Betty said, stealing a few fries from Jugheads plate, which earned her a death glare. “Wow, sorry.” She said, throwing her hands up in surrender and laughing.

    “What do you mean ‘too late?’” Jughead asked, trying not to let the worry show in his voice.

    “Everyone and their moms know how smitten you are for her. Try as you might Jughead, but you’re not very good at hiding your feelings for her.” Betty shrugged. “Not that you need to, everyone can also tell how smitten she is for you.”

    “I’m still surprised someone as observant and smart as you hasn’t figured it out.” Archie chimed in.

Just then, Y/N slid into the seat next to Jughead.

    “What has our Jughead Jones not figured out yet?” she asked, looking around the table. Archie and Betty looked at eachother, and then at Jughead, who looked as if he were about to die of anticipation. Sitting there, he quickly thought of a lie before Archie and Betty said anything.

    “My novel…” he quickly stammered. Y/N turned to him, and a look of curiosity came over her face.

    “What can’t you figure out about your novel?”

    “Well he wants to do some background on Jason, maybe for the beginning of the novel.” Archie started, and Jughead gave a sigh of relief. He made a mental note to thank Archie later for the save. “Anyways, everyone in the town knows that Jason was in love with Polly, but Jughead here thought it would be nice to write a bit on their love. Maybe about how they fell in love, and when they finally told eachother they loved one another, not letting their families, or even their own conflicting feelings stop them.” Scratch that mental note, definitely not going to thank Archie anymore.

    “That’s an amazing idea!” Y/N beamed, smiling over at Jughead. Jughead just nodded his head and turned his attention to the burger in front of him. Y/N reached over to Jugheads plate and stole a few fries, and he looked over at her. Instead of giving her the death glare everyone was expecting, he just rolled his eyes and smiled.

    “I hate you sometimes.” He joked, and Y/N laughed and leaned her head on his shoulder.

    “You know you love me.” she teased, and Jughead tensed up. Archie and Betty laughed, and watched as Jugheads face turned bright red. “Even when I steal your food.”

    “You’re the only one he actually lets take food off his plate, so he must love you quite a lot.” Archie said. Jughead kicked Archie’s leg under the table, and Archie gave a strained smile, trying to hide his pain.

    “You okay Archie?” Y/N asked, looking over to her friend. Archie gave a breathy laugh.

    “I just got a leg cramp, I probably just worked too hard at practice. It felt like someone kicked me in the shin.” Y/N nodded her head.

    “Maybe you should be more careful then.” Jughead said, smirking at Archie.

    “Anyways, so are you going to tell me what happened at lunch today?” Betty asked Y/N, referring to an earlier conversation. Archie listened in, but Jughead was too deep in thought to notice a conversation was taking place.

    “Well, I got asked out on a date.” Y/N said, and Archie and Betty’s jaws dropped.

    “Who asked you out?” Betty asked.

    “Reggie. I’ve barely talked to the guy except for in math yesterday and apparently he liked me so much he wants to go out.”

    “Well are you going to go out with him?” Archie asked.

    “Um, well I don’t know.” Y/N gave a nervous laugh and glanced over to Jughead. Archie and Betty caught on to the glance and stared at Y/N. She looked at her two friends and saw their suspicious looks and turned her attention to the table. Betty cleared her throat and Jughead turned to her.

    “So Jughead, do you have any thoughts on this whole situation?” Betty asked. Jughead gave her a confused look, and looked around the table.

    “What situation?” he asked.

    “Y/N got asked out by Reggie today.” Betty said, sipping on her milkshake. Archie and her watched Jugheads face for a reaction, which he gave. Jugheads gaze quickly turned to Y/N and a mix of jealousy and sadness flashed over his face for a quick second, but was soon replaced with interest.

    “Well, did you say yes?” Jughead asked. Y/N played with the ends of her sleeves, and looked over to Jughead.

    “No, I told him I’d text him about it later on. I don’t know what to say.”

    “Maybe you should go.” Archie chimed in. All heads turned to him, and Jughead gave him a death glare like never before. “What?” Archie asked. “I didn’t think he was going to actually do it.”

    “You knew this was going to happen?” Betty asked. Archie nodded his head.

    “Yeah why do you think I was pushing-” Archie stopped himself before he outted his friend. “Anyways, a lot of the guys on my football team were talking about liking you Y/N. They made a deal that the first one to ask you would call dibs, and it looks like Reggie beat them to it.” Y/N looked down at the table again.

    “She’s not some object your numb skulled friends can call dibs on. And you shouldn’t go out with someone unless you really know them. Relationships take time, if you rush into them then they’re bound to fail.” Jughead said, looking over to Y/N. “don’t do this unless you really want to.”

    “I’m not sure what I want.” Y/N stammered.

    “How could you not know what you want? It’s not that hard, do you want to go out with Reggie yes or no.” Jughead pressed, jealousy obviously present in his demeanor.

    “It’s not that simple Juggie.” Y/N said, her voice catching in her throat. She quickly stood from the booth and turned to Archie and Betty. “I have to go.” She quickly turned and stormed off towards the exit.

    “Y/N wait!” Jughead yelled, sliding out of the booth. Betty stood up and stopped Jughead from chasing after her.

    “Let me go after her.” she said, walking after Y/N. Archie stood from his seat as well, and turned Jughead to face him.

   "What the hell was that?“ he asked, and Jughead rolled his eyes and sat in the booth again. He leaned his head in his hands and sighed. "You really handled that well Jughead. I’m proud.”

    “I could do without the sarcasm right now.”

    “What? Jughead doesn’t want to be sarcastic for once? You really must be upset.” Archie said, sitting across from Jughead.

    “I’m pissed.” he grumbled.

    “At Y/N?” Archie asked.

    “No, why would I be pissed at her? She did nothing wrong. I’m pissed at myself, I made her uncomfortable and upset. I’m her best friend, she’s supposed to be able to talk to me about these things, how is she going to trust me again after that outburst?” Jughead rubbed the bridge of his nose in attempt to release some pressure.

    “You need to get your jealousy under control there buddy.” Archie said, and Jughead glared at him.

    “No shit.” he huffed and Archie rolled his eyes. “Sorry, it’s just that’s kind of hard to do when she’s got the whole football team making bets on who can get in her pants first. They aren’t good for her!”

    “Just tell her how you feel, she obviously is confused on what to do because she’s in love with you.” Archie reasoned.

    “Maybe you’re right.”

Originally posted by riverrdxle

A Man Walks Into a Bar...

Requested by: Anon
Request: The team goes out for drinks or for someone’s birthday. Gibbs and reader’s relationship is still a secret and a guy starts hitting on reader and Gibbs gets all possessive and jealous!
A/N: Enjoy!
xoxo, Rainey

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An Essay about LGBTQ+ representation and art, tied up with a bit of a tribute to Stephanie Rice.

I haven’t written something like this in quite a while. But I’ve been thinking a lot this past month about stories (even more than usual). So please be patient with all the caffeinated rambling I have to do here. 

Needing to tell stories is something I have always known. There’s not a point in my life that I can look back on and not find in my younger self the intense will to put words and worlds, experiences and characters on paper. I’m sure this is a thing many artists and storytellers would say about their own lives. It’s the heart hammering, hand shaking need to find an outlet for experiences, passion, compassion and emotion that answers every “how did you know you wanted to do this” question with a “because I had to.”

Being gay is something that I haven’t always known. And yes, I can look back on my life and point to moments and insecurities and road bumps that came from having always been gay. But I haven’t always known. Knowing came later. Knowing came with combined fear and confidence and the ability to eventually shatter the brick walls I’d built to hold my shoulders upright, in order to look at myself more clearly. And then I knew, and now it’s as though I always have.

I spend a lot of time thinking about my experience coming out and the experiences of other LGBT people around me, and young kids who have come out and are coming out every day, either in quiet moments to themselves, or in one big fight with their families, or again and again each day to that Uber driver or that woman next to you on the plane, or your hair dresser who always asks who you’re dating. I spend a lot of time thinking about how that experience can be made easier, how kids can be received with more love, how we can better learn who we are before the years of self doubt. And no matter how much I think about anything, I am almost always brought back to the same two ways to fix anything. 1. Through giving and compassion and 2. Through art and stories. 

With each generation in the LGBTQ community, the groundwork is laid for the ones that follow. From fighting for our right to live and be seen, to demonstrating that we’re just like everyone else, the generations before mine have laid a foundation that I am fortunate and humbled to stand on. In that light, I really and truly believe that it will be my generation that brings us alive, as a community, through art, that tells stories and writes songs so that generations after us can see themselves a little sooner, can look up to more than just a handful of queer artists, can grow up knowing and with families who know that there is no one normal, no cookie cutter sexuality, no right experience. 

I have few memories of experiencing media that was specifically gay, growing up. But one of the clearest I do have is watching Pretty Little Liars with my mom. I grew up in liberal Massachusetts, outside Boston with loving, accepting parents. Even still, I can vividly remember a time when Emily, a then high school student on the show kissed her girlfriend and my mother explained that she just “didn’t like to see it” that it was fine and she had “nothing against it” but “she’s just a little girl” and she didn’t want to think about it. I’m sure my mom’s response wasn’t different from many others. So often, the world is okay with kids being queer but not okay with showing them a world of experiences like theirs beforehand. My mom is one of the most loving people I know and I tell this story with a fondness. She’s always been accepting of who I am. I’ve always been safe and supported. There’s a chance she doesn’t even remember this moment because she loves me for who I am. But when all is said and done those moments happen all the time and they pile up and they mean something. They mean something because there are young kids, across the country, across the world, in less loving houses, with less accepting parents, who don’t have the word for what they feel for years and years, who are sheltered from seeing Emily Fields kiss girls on TV, who watch their parents turn off movies if two boys are in love. Those kids hear song after song on the radio where girls sing about boys and boys sing about girls. They’re raised on fairytales and animated films about Princesses who marry Princes or don’t marry at all. They flounder, they search, they look for themselves here and there and everywhere and they come up empty handed. They come up with one song by a niche band that no one else listens to, or one sad lifetime movie about a woman’s dead gay son, or one lesbian on a TV show who inevitably ends up dead. 

It’s my understanding that art is never meaningless. That culture and stories are what shape who we are, our worldview, our communities. It’s my understanding that when we diversify those stories we begin to change the world, stone by stone, kid by kid. 

Often, I hear other LGBTQ people talk about not wanting to be defined by being gay or bi or trans. But the more I grapple with it and the more I exist in this world, living in LA, working in television, fighting for my chance to tell stories, the more I want to scream it. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. Because maybe if I yell it loud enough some kid will hear it and say “hey me too.” Because maybe if I pour that pride and pain and passion into my art it will reach their television some day, their home, their couch, and even if it doesn’t change their dad’s mind, it might make them feel less alone or give them the right words for the pain and passion that they feel. 

I never watched The Voice before last year. I turned on season 11, at random, because I wanted to watch Alicia Keys be a coach. At some point, I stopped. It was fun but these aren’t the kind of shows that feel like they’re for me. They feel like they’re for corn fed, middle America, fighting over this pleasant looking man or that palatable country singer. And while I’m a creative who appreciates the rise and fall and hopes and dreams of other creatives as stories, these weren’t ones I was ever invested in. This year, I again turned the show on to watch season 12. Only to watch the auditions because those are fun and I get one more season with Alicia Keys. I remember the moment the show played Stephanie Rice’s backstory. I was watching it with one of my good friends. I remember we both perked up a little more when we saw her holding hands with her fiancée. I remember watching in an odd, baited breath silence as Stephanie began to tell her story and finding myself choking up just a little. For me, that emotional choked up feeling came from hearing things that I recognized, from watching her talk about the fear of disappointing her little sisters and knowing that exact same fear, to the same hands shaking, heart in your throat need to prove it’s alright, to make your way, to have your voice heard. Even as a person who has been out for years, an adult who is comfortable and confident in my sexuality, that feeling is still there. And as I watched it and watched her speak her truth and kiss another girl back stage I was reminded again that some kid, somewhere on a couch was going to see this, and feel that reliability, and feel seen and understood and not alone. I was driven again to keep fighting to tell my own stories.

There is something significant about pain and diversity and art that isn’t discussed enough. Art is universal and can be interpreted and understood and seen and heard and felt by anyone. But there is a rare and often overlooked feeling that comes when art feels like it understands you. When someone says words or shows an emotion that you can put your finger on and say you’ve felt. I stuck with the Voice after that. I watched specifically to follow Stephanie’s journey. For one, because she’s an incredibly talented artist, and for two, because I have a distinct understanding of how much harder that fight to make your way is.

Just a few nights ago I was driving, after my last day at my job in the Shannara Season 2 Writers Room, at about midnight down the freeway, and I was loudly singing along to Stevie Nicks with my windows down. On my reverse alphabetical order by artist itunes library, Stephanie Rice’s cover of White Flag comes right after Stevie Nicks’s Edge of Seventeen. So I’m driving and I’m singing and I know every damn word to Dido’s White Flag because I’ve heard it a hundred thousand times before and it was never even a song I cared about or liked. But I hadn’t heard this version that many times. Here I am, twenty-six years old, yelling at top volume in my car feeling my head get sort of swallowed and overcome and numbed by emotion as I do. Because when another gay woman sang that song, it changed. Because when another person fighting and dying to get their pain and emotion out of their chest sang that song, it changed. Because the emotion she sang with is emotion I know. Because suddenly yelling that I wouldn’t put my hands up and surrender became about something different. I can’t tell you what someone else meant by their song or their voice or their story. But I can tell you how it touched me personally. And I grinned like a damn idiot in my car because I felt a little stronger and a little prouder. 

I’m in the process of writing a feature/novel package with the brilliant Dawson Schachter. It’s a romance between two women. And as we work on it we keep having to remind ourselves of the reality that these stories don’t get told often, that the market for them is smaller, that they have to be palatable to the big wigs that will look at them. And that is infuriating and compromising and fucks with every better angel and creative demon you have, let me tell you. That’s the ugly part people don’t talk about. That’s the reality of being an LGBTQ creator. Being too gay or too different or not gay enough, not sensational enough, being martyred to your community when you would love just a little less pressure today, knowing the pressure is the only way, being brave because anything else has never even been an option you were given, feeling like failure means letting down that kid who needs this story, feeling like it means letting down the kid in you who needed this story and now just needs to get it out. But I also know how inspiring all those feelings can be and how it can feel like singing along at brain numbing volume to White Flag with your windows down going 90 on a freeway at midnight in Los Angeles far away from your home and your family. 

To Stephanie Rice, thank you. With as much weight as I can put in those two words, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for so bravely sharing your story and your art with America. Your vulnerability and light brought a story to televisions across this country that people need. And despite that particular journey wrapping up last night, I have no doubts that you will go on to keep sharing your soul through your music. As a fellow woman, as a fellow storyteller, you reminded me why I’m doing what I’m doing and I am so grateful to have gotten to hear your truth. You have a friend and supporter in Los Angeles if ever you need one. I look forward to hearing everything else you have to tell the world. 

To anyone else reading this, my friends, young LGBTQ followers, fellow writers, coworkers, strangers consider this very long ramble a plea for you to continue to back and support LGBTQ artists and youth. Continue to lend them platforms and elevate their voices. Continue to diversify the stories you tell, paint televisions and movies and the radio with kids that look like them, that sound like them, that feel like them. And please, also consider this very long ramble, another in a pile of promises I’ve already made to you, that I will never stop doing everything I can to illuminate your hearts and your souls and your stories. If I have to scream them or deliver them from the ground with bloody knuckles, I will make them heard. I hope that together, we can continue to build a foundation for generations after us, through art where exposure has opened hearts and minds, where stories have saved lives, and art has changed the world. We fight, as we always have, for a better, louder, prouder, safer, and more inclusive future. 

Salty

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Teens and Up
Summary: Reader bakes cookies for the first time and it turns out pretty interesting and funny when Chris comes in the kitchen.
Word Count: 1.3k
Genre: Fluff!
Warning: suggestive themes.
Author’s Note: it’s inspired by a scene in One Tree Hill involving Leyton (Lucas & Peyton), my one and only ship/otp! This series is actually really good; it’s my childhood even if it wasn’t suited for children… oops.

Originally posted by capsteverogers-things

As you baked a large number of cookies for your family, specially visiting you the next day, your boyfriend sat on a sofa - with Dodger - in the open-plan living room. He checked his e-mails and other important information about his next films coming up in the following years.

“Chris, it’s ready!” You pulled out the first pan from the oven and dropped some of the dough by large spoonfuls onto another one. The rest containing either chocolate chips or white chocolate chips was divided into two different bowls for the next couple of batches.

“Hey.” Chris appeared behind you and you turned your head to peck his cheek. He winked, stretching his arm and he took one of the cookies on the worktop.

As he chewed the chocolate biscuit still quite steamy, Chris made a face that said a lot about the taste of it. He pressed his lips together until he brought a paper towel to his mouth, spitting the cookie out.

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official-spidey  asked:

Hi, if it's not too much trouble, would you be able to write a little drabble for Peter Parker with the prompts 9, 54 and 62? Thanks 😺

Sure! I hope you like it- and sorry it took a bit :)

A/N: THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!! i literally made this account a week ago lol

Warnings: i don’t think there is anything to warn ya’ll about

Words: 541

9. “Will you be quiet?!”

54. “I think I forgot how to breathe.”

62. "I’m going to walk away and pretend I didn’t see anything.”

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I sat at my desk, studying for my algebra test that is happening tomorrow.

"Yeah… what does x equal…” I whispered aloud, talking to myself.

“Is that problem 23? If so x equals 465.” I jumped at the voice coming from behind me and I let out a squeal. I turned my chair around to face Peter Parker, my loving but probably bored at the moment boyfriend.

“Jesus- Peter! You scared me!” I said angrily. He threw his hands up as if he was surrendering.

“S-Sorry- Sorry!” I sighed and went back to my desk.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I wanted to hang out…” He mumbled, even without looking at him I could tell he was looking around my room.

“Well- Maybe later. I’m busy.” I continued to write in my notebook, putting the number 465 after the equal sign.

“I can wait.” He said. I sighed at his words and groaned.

“Okkayy. But only if you shut up and don’t do anything distracting.” I said without looking up. I could basically hear him grin. He lived up to what I asked… for about 5 minutes. A quiet humming disrupted the silence in my room. I tuned it out and focused on my work. Then tapping and snapping came after. I groaned loudly and turned to him in my chair.

Will you be quiet?!” I snapped at him. He put his head in his hands and nodded. I turned back around and just as I was about to put my pencil to the paper he sighed. I bolted up and walked over to him. “Petteeerr!” I moaned and stopped in front of him. “What do you want!?” He looked up at me.

“I want to not be bored!” He put his hands on my waist. I grinned.

“You wanna not be bored, huh?” I asked. He began to nod and I grabbed the bottom hem of my shirt. I lifted it over my head and threw my shirt across the room. Peters eyes widened and I crawled on top of him, straddling him.

“Y-Y/N- Wh-At-?” He began to stutter and looked at my bra. I grabbed his head and tilted his head up. “I think I forgot how to breathe.” He mumbled breathlessly. I blushed at his comment and put my hands on his shoulder. The door to my room abruptly opened and our heads shot in that direction.

“Y/N- Dad brought home din-” My brother opened the door halfway and made eye contact with me, eyes wide. “I- uh-”

“This isn’t what it looks like!” Peter and I yelled simultaneously. I stumbled off of him and grabbed my shirt.

I’m going to walk away and pretend I didn’t see anything.” My brother said while walking away and closing the door behind him. I walked over to Peter with my shirt in my hand and sat next to him. We were both beat red.

“Next time… I’ll lock my door.” I said.

“So there will be a next time?” He asked, cockily looking at me. He smirked and bit his lip.

“Next time as in…” I leaned in towards him and he blushed. “After I study.” I said, pulling away from him and putting my shirt on. I walked over to my desk and he groaned.

“God… you’re such a tease.”

“You know you love me!”

Unexpected (Part 2)

Yoongi reflects on the events of the night and has to figure out what this means for his relationship.

Warnings: Angst, lots and lots of references to the smut that occurred in Part 1.

Parts: 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8 (final)  8.5 (bonus)

Yoongi couldn’t sleep. The woman he thought he loved was asleep next to him, her thighs stained with semen – his and Taehyung’s – which had dripped out of her well used pussy. Yoongi had told her to go take a shower to clean up, but she had refused because she was too afraid to leave his side for even a moment. She thought Yoongi would disappear if she wasn’t holding on to him. 

Now that she was asleep, Yoongi slipped quietly out of her arms and sat in a chair, just looking at her and thinking about the events of that night.

Yoongi knew he had been aloof and indifferent to her and that it was his fault they had started fighting to begin with. He had ruined several previous relationships by retreating into his work when things weren’t going smoothly. He wanted to be different and be the kind of boyfriend who talked through problems, but old habits die hard.

He loved her more than anyone else he had ever been with.

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Dating (Stony Quick Fic)

“Steve.”

“What can I do for you Tony?” Steve pushed back from his art table and clasped his hands loosely in his lap, a ready smile on his face for his favorite genius.

“So.” Tony started nervously. “So I’m sure you’ve noticed I’ve been acting a little odd, lately.”

“By odd, do you mean dropping things when I talk to you?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow. “Or the weird way you start chugging whatever you’re drinking so you don’t have to answer? Or how you literally ran out of the room the other day when Bucky and I were arm wrestling?”

“Well.” Tony huffed. “I didn’t ask for examples, so you know, keep those to yourself please.”

“What’s going on?” Steve leaned forward, all Boy Scout hair cut and earnest blue eyes and perfect fucking jaw line. “Is something wrong?”

“No. No, it’s um…” Tony grabbed his sunglasses out of his pocket and crammed them on his face. “Recently I’ve decided I like you and I was wondering if we could do something about that.”

“Do something?” Steve repeated.

“Yeah. You familiar with the term friends with benefits? Was that a thing in the forties? Because we both know we aren’t going to be a couple, but I really want to– you know.” Tony motioned in Steve’s direction, then cleared his throat. “Reallywanttotapthat.”

“Absolutely not.” Steve turned back to his drawing and Tony’s jaw dropped.

“Just like that? You aren’t even going to–”

“Tony, I can’t be friends with benefits with you. And yes, for the record, it was a thing in the forties. But it won’t work with us.”

“Because of Bucky.” Tony said flatly, and was glad his glasses were on so Steve couldn’t see the hurt in his eyes.

“Gross. Bucky is like my brother.” Steve kept right on sketching. “Not because of Bucky.”

“Then why?” Tony demanded. “I’m good in bed! Considerate. Fit. I mean not fit like you, but damn Cap, NO ONE is fit like you so really I feel like you’re holding me to an impossible standard? That’s not even fair. Is it the height thing? Because I can’t help that you’re a giant. And for the record–”

“Tony!” Steve put up his hands in surrender. “Wow. No, none of those things are the reason.”

“Then what?”

“I can’t do the benefits thing because I actually want to date you.” Steve said calmly, and Tony froze.

“Date me?”

“Yes. Flowers and dinner and long walks in the park.” Steve rifled through a drawer looking for a specific colored pencil. “Awkward first kisses and sharing food and waiting until the third date to even try to get to second base.”

“Date me.” Tony repeated.

“Sure.” Steve grabbed the colored pencil and started shading in his picture. “Little love notes, and sneaking kisses in the hallway and holding hands during movies. I’d like to take you dancing, would like you to fall asleep on my shoulder so I can carry you to bed.”

“That’s… like REALLY date me?” Tony asked again and Steve smiled a little.

“All the usual stuff, Tony. Romancing you and bringing you to my room for our first night together. All the shy first times we can experience. Want to hear how you sound moaning my name.” Steve’s voice got a little rough on that last one, but he didn’t stop working on his picture, not even glancing up at Tony.

“I’d like to be able to hold your hand in public, kiss you after a mission… that sort of thing. So no, no friends with benefits won’t cut it. Not when I’ve been half in love with you for months now.”

He finally looked up at Tony and shrugged a little.

“What do you think?”

“I think–” Tony cleared his throat. “I think you won’t have to wait until the third date to get to second base. ”

“You think so?” Steve looked pleased and Tony just nodded a little wildly.

“Uh, pretty sure. So we’re dating?”

“Can I pick you up for dinner tonight?”

“Should I wear something low cut?” Tony teased, trying to get his bearings back, trying to control the conversation.

“Nah.” Steve let his eyes trail over Tonys body in a slow, heated slide that had Tony wanting to start stripping right there. “But will you wear those black pants your wore the other day? I love the way your ass looks in those.”

Tony didn’t think he’d ever blushed so hard in his life.