i wish i could make keychains out of these or something and send it to him

Firsts

So I wrote this fanfiction about a week ago, but I wanted to wait to read the new chapter to add the final details. However, yesterday I was too shocked to write anything, and I finished this today. Hope you like it. This is basically Touken’s journey from Kaneki’s POV. You can also read it here.

Summary: Touka is not the first girl Kaneki likes, but she’s the first girl he loves.

1.

Touka is not the first girl that Kaneki likes. She is definitely not the first one to catch his interest. There were others before her. He does think she’s cute when Hide points to her at the coffee shop, so long ago it seems like centuries have passed. But, although she is attractive, he has his eyes set on another girl, who unknowingly sets his life spiraling towards the path of tragedy.

Kamishiro Rize is both beautiful and smart. And she likes the same books as Kaneki does. Not to mention, she accepts going on a date with him. Kaneki is not hopeless anymore. And he thinks this could be the start of something new, until she corners him on an empty alley and tries to eat him.

His life changes forever.

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V-Men

Alright guys, here is the next thing I am working on. A Mystic Messenger/X-Men Crossover! I saw a 707 art with him holding a playing card and my mind immediately shouted GAMBIT!!!!!!!!!!!!! And thus, this crossover was born. Major kudos to my lovely Tumblr daughter @booyakasha516 who fueled my tangent and helped me flesh it out. Here is the premise, and the ‘in progress’ first chapter.

This is still in the works, so things might change once I post it on AO3, which I plan to do later…… Enjoy! I hope you enjoy it anyway

Saeyoung: Gambit

MC: Rogue

Yoosung: Ice Man

Jaehee: Mystique

Zen: Cyclops

Saeran: Pyro

V: Professor X V

Vanderwood: Wolverine

Saeyoung, MC, Yoosung, Jumin, and Zen are X-men under Professor V as the head. Professor V is blind instead of paralysed.

Jaehee and Saeran are part of Magneto’s group.

Vanderwood is a free agent, doing as he pleases according to his own preferences.

Rika is the head of the government agency that is tracking and covertly eliminating mutants, good or bad. Humanity First, ???? Might change the name….

Professor V set his cane on the conference table and sat at the head. He heard the others sit around him. Their minds bobbing waves of energy and thoughts. He stayed clear of entering, as per usual, he did not eavesdrop on people’s inner thoughts unless the need was great. Most times he entered it was because that mind cried out for help. As the others settled he read their moods out of habit.

Saeyoung was bright, his energy vast and tightly contained. He could tell he was playing with a deck of cards, even if he couldn’t see him. He heard the crackle of energy that infused the small rectangles, passing from his fingers to the card and back. He also heard his heavy boots hitting the table as he leaned back on the chair. Professor V sighed and shook his head, it would do no good to remind him the table was no place for feet. Saeyoung was the same as always, hiding his insecurities behind his humor and smiles.

Yoosung sat to his left, he seemed amused, Professor V could vaguely see that he watched Saeyoung, who sat across from him, they were particularly close. Yoosung’s mind was strong, his passion stronger. He was well liked by the students, even though he was barely much older than them. He had also been the butt of many pranks. His youthfulness, innocence, and trusting nature making him an easy target. While the pranks had died down, because it just became too easy and cruel to trick the blonde, Saeyoung still enjoyed playing his own practical jokes on him. Unlike Saeyoung, Yoosung’s cheerfulness was genuine. He enjoyed teaching the children and often had very deep and meaningful conversations with them. They trusted he would keep their confidence and that he would listen with empathy. Professor V was glad that he had asked Yoosung to stay at the academy as a teacher once he himself had graduated. There was a special place in his heart for the young man.

Zen sat next to Yoosung, his mood perturbed. If Professor V had to guess, the mood was probably due to Jumin. Those two had yet to get along, Zen often threatening to use his laser eyes on Jumin’s wings. He was breathing heavily and had certainly sat down crossing his arms immediately. He could imagine Zen glaring at Jumin through his shielded goggles, his lips pursed and huffing. Professor V grinned at the stunning figure he must cut with his long flowing white locks, his high cheekbones, and wide shoulders. He heard his teeth grinding in his jaw.

As Jumin sat next to Saeyoung and across from Zen Professor V heard the rustling of his black wings. He would spread them so that they lay to each side of the chair and he would not crush them beneath him. He leaned back, placing his hands on the table ever so softly. His breathing was even and steady. Whatever had transpired between Jumin and Zen, it had not affected the stoic man as much as it had affected Zen. Professor V did catch a feeling of annoyance from the man, but he was impressed by how perfectly Jumin held his emotions in. There were times he wished that he was not so good at it.

“We’re all here Professor.” Saeyoung yelled, moving his hand in front of the Professor’s eyes. Professor V turned and pushed Saeyoung’s hand down. “I’m not completely blind Saeyoung, I can tell everyone is here, even without eyes as you well know.” He grinned.

Saeyoung chuckled and leaned back in his chair once more, throwing his feet onto the table as well. Professor V took his cane and shoved at his ankle until his feet hit the floor. Saeyoung only chuckled more, leaning over the table and shuffling his cards on the surface.

“Do you have to keep doing that?” Zen asked, his arms still crossed and his mood still bad.

“No.” was the sharp answer, as Saeyoung continued to shuffle.

Yoosung giggled, then covered his mouth. Zen backhanded him lightly on the shoulder and Yoosung just shrugged.

“Alright, listen up, this is important. Humanity First is at it again. They’ve taken someone with tremendous strength, she won’t be alive for long. Her psychic scream was deafening. I was able to gather some information before her mind was closed off completely. Either by her own design, which I doubt, or by outward means. Her name is MC, her alias is Rogue. Currently she has the telepathic power, a strong one.”

“What do you mean ‘currently’?” Jumin asked, leaning forward, elbows on the table, arms crossed.

“It seems as if her mutant power is the ability to steal other mutant’s powers, or, sadly, the life of humans.”

Yoosung gasped, his hands covering his mouth. “That sounds awful.” He said.

“Indeed. I did some research, she has been on her own for a little over four years now. Apparently, her powers manifested during an intimate encounter with her boyfriend. A single kiss was enough to drain him of his life force.”

“She killed him?” Yoosung gasped again. He couldn’t imagine killing anyone. Although he had the power to do just that, it was not something he ever contemplated seriously.

“I’m afraid so, people were afraid of her after that, including her own parents, so she ran away before they could put her in an institution. I’m not sure how she has survived up till now, but having done so for this many years, speaks of a great mind.”

“Do you know where they took her? Which facility?” Jumin asked.

“No, but I’ve narrowed it down to three.”

“How are we supposed to figure it out? We can’t just go in and check all of them.” Zen responded.

“No, we can’t, but I know someone who can.” Professor V answered. “Saeyoung has worked his magic and has all the details we need. I want you and Yoosung to go to Battalion Square, someone will meet you there with more information. Once you have ascertained which facility the girl is in, I will send the rest of the team to your location so that you can come up with a plan of attack.”

“Who are we meeting with?” Saeyoung asked.

“You’ll see, that will be all for now, I suggest you two get going, or you will be late.”

“Professor!” Saeyoung stood and pressed the Professor.

He sighed and placed a hand on Saeyoung’s shoulder, “Just, go Saeyoung. Trust me.”

Saeyoung’s lips thinned out but he nodded. He grabbed his cards and tucked them into his trenchcoat, he motioned for Yoosung to follow him and grabbed his staff as he headed out the door.

“Who do you think it is?” Yoosung asked.

Saeyoung clenched his teeth, “My brother.” He breathed out.

“Oh!” Yoosung had never met Saeyoung’s brother, but he knew that they had not parted under good terms. “But, but that means…”

“We’ll be working with Magneto again, yes. This new agency is a threat to all mutants, but I still don’t trust Magneto’s team.”

“Neither do I.” Yoosung agreed. They made their way to the underground garage and Saeyoung retracted his staff until it was no longer than twelve inches, he tucked it away next to his cards. He jumped into his convertible and Yoosung got into the passenger side. There were days when Saeyoung wished he had a cool traveling power, but, being behind the wheel of his sports cars was exhilarating in and of itself. He glanced over at Yoosung, at 21 he was still so much like a child. He wore ripped blue jeans and a white t-shirt with blue and yellow horizontal stripes. There were two hair clips that held his bangs away from his large amethyst eyes. The car was not moving and Yoosung looked over at Saeyoung.

“What?” he asked, his voice high pitched and sweet. Saeyoung grinned.

“Nothing, let’s go.” Yoosung put his seatbelt on and glanced at Saeyoung, he ran a hand over his yellow locks and wondered what it was that Saeyoung had been looking at. He was well aware that he did not quite measure up to the rest of the V-Men. He was the youngest, but it was more than that, he lacked any kind of experience. He only hoped that he would not let the team down, or Professor V.

They made it to the square in no time, Saeyoung ignoring all driving laws, Yoosung’s hair windblown and messy. He had also lost a hairclip along the way. He groaned as he looked at himself in the mirror, trying to make one hairclip work. He sighed and gave up, sliding it out of his hair and tossing it into the center console. His hair immediately flopped over his left eye and he blew at it to no avail. Saeyoung laughed and ruffled his hair.

“Stop it!” he pushed Saeyoung’s hand away and got out of the car. Saeyoung locked it and Yoosung arched his eyebrow.

“Gotta keep my baby safe.” He said, twirling his keychain around his finger.

“Saeyoung, the top is down, if someone wants to get into your car, it’s not that hard.”

“Oh really? Ok, smart water, go ahead, try it.” Yoosung rolled his eyes at Saeyoung’s attempted humor.

“Fine.” He reached a hand to the door and was about to jump in the car when the door flew open, knocking him down on his ass.

“Stay away or I’ll beat you senseless.” The car mocked him. Saeyoung bent over, slapping his knee and laughing.

Yoosung held his belly where the door had hit him, cursing at Saeyoung.

“What a mouth! You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Saeyoung’s eyes were wide in mock surprise.

“Shut up and help me up, that really hurt!” Yoosung held out his hand for Saeyoung to take. He yanked him and dusted him off, still snickering.

“Is this you get your kicks? Picking on children?” Came a sarcastic and nasty voice from behind them. They both turned around. The man, not much more than a boy himself, had shocking white hair with red tips, his eyes were an unnatural mint green, freckles across his nose. He had a thin red sweater on so loose at the collar that it fell off his right shoulder, although, the way it exposed a large tattoo of an intricate eye, he might be wearing it that way on purpose. He had a double choker around his neck and a spiked wrist band. His jeans were black and he wore motorcycle boots. Yoosung’s eyes widened.

“You’re, you’re twins!” he exclaimed.

“You’ve got a bright one here Saeyoung.” the man said as he tapped out a cigarette from his pack, tossing it into his mouth. He shoved the pack into his back pocket and with a snap of his fingers, he created a small flame to light it.

“Nice to see you too Saeran.” Saeyoung grated. The hand around Yoosung’s arm tightened and he could feel the crackle of kinetic energy along his skin.

The woman standing next to him had long brown hair and brown eyes. She was dressed in business attire. A white button blouse, black suit jacket and black pencil skirt. She wore little to no makeup and her heels looked too high to be worn in an office setting. She smirked at them both.

Saeran snickered and turned away from his brother, scanning the area, and exhaling smoke.

“I was told you had the location of the three facilities, let me have them. I also need someone to impersonate.”

“And you are?” Saeyoung’s eyebrows rose.

She held out her hand. Saeyoung smiled at her, his most charming smile and leaned in. “I don’t give it up that easily. What do I get?” he crooned. Yoosung rolled his eyes at the same time as Saeran, they stared at each other, Saeran narrowed his eyes and looked Yoosung up and down, as if for the first time. Yoosung blushed and turned away, letting his hair fall and cover his face.

“You get to stay alive, now give me the information.” She glared at Saeyoung dangerously. Saeyoung pouted, his charms usually worked.

Saeran snickered again. “Don’t mess with Jaeheee, she doesn’t have a funny bone. She’s a little boring, but.” He shrugged. She glowered sideways at him and pursed her lips but said nothing. He scoffed at her look, but kept all other comments to himself.

Saeyoung reluctantly pulled out the envelope and handed it to Jaehee. She took it in her long fingers and opened it, flipping through the information rapidly.

“Good, this will do, I will contact you when we learn which facility the girl is in.”

Saeyoung reached out to grab her arm, but the daggers in her eyes held him at bay.

“We go with you.”

“Why? You can’t help me, you would stick out like a sore thumb!”

“He can’t go in with you either, we’ll just keep him company, catch up, what do you say brother?” Saeyoung gestured towards Saeran who rolled his eyes again and puffed harder on his cigarette. Yoosung looked from one to the other, as did Jaehee.

“Whatever! He might be helpful if we need to hack.” Saeran conceded.

“Fine, but they are your responsibility!” Jaehee turned on her heels and walked off, Saeran glared at the other two and followed her. Saeyoung and Yoosung had no choice but to fall in line behind him. Yoosung was sure it was going to be a miserable few hours for him. He could feel the tension and aggression roiling off the two brothers. It was only a matter of time before it escaped, and he would be stuck in the middle.

Tony Stark Dirty Imagine: Barely Legal (Requested by Anon)

Imagine…

Tonight was your 18th birthday and your friends had managed to sneak you into one of the most popular clubs in New York City…which was meant to be for ages 21 and up. 

Regardless, your friends had gotten you a fake ID and had practically dragged you into the club despite your attempts at talking them out of it. 

Now you were lazily sitting at the bar drinking a beer and watching your friends dance the night away on the dance floor. Some of them wanted to stay with you, but you insisted that they go and have fun. You told them you were perfectly okay with just sitting and drinking a few beers. 

So as you watched them grind on guys that looked like they were way too old for them on the dance floor, you saw a tall, dark-haired man sit next to you.

“Hi!” he said in a cheery voice, shooting you a smile.

You glanced up at him from your beer and did a double-take. That wasn’t…. No. It couldn’t have been, could it?

You set your beer down on the bar, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.

“H-hi.” you stuttered.

“Okay if I buy you a drink?” he asked with his fingertips grazing your bare knee.

You stared back at him for a few seconds before stuttering out a “sure.”

He shot you a cocky smile and waved the bartender over. 

“Two shots of tequila for me and the lady.” he yelled over the music, shooting a wink at you.

The bartender looked  between the two of you curiously but his eyes were more focused on you.

“I’m gonna need to see her ID.” he said gruffly.

You nodded quickly and pulled out your fake ID to show the bartender. He took it in his hands and stared skeptically at it and looked over to the handsome man trying to buy you a drink. 

The man gave him an annoyed look and the bartender quickly nodded, handing you back your ID. 

The bartender set two shot glasses down on the table and poured tequila in it, leaving the bottle behind. He walked away and went to pour a drink for another customer.

The man who just bought you the tequila handed you a glass and clinked his with yours.

“Bottoms up.” he said before throwing his head back and downing the shot. You did the same, only a little bit slower. The alcohol burned your throat as you went down. Since you had never drank hard liquor before, it caused you to cough and sputter a bit. But you drank it nevertheless.

The man shook his head and snickered at you as you desperately tried to cover up your coughs and gags. 

He leaned forward and whispered in your ear, his hand now stroking your thigh.

“I know you’re not 21.”

You widened your eyes and stared at the wall as he whispered in your ear again, this time letting his hand move to rest on your hip.

“It’s not that hard to tell. But it’s okay, I won’t get you thrown out.”

You gulped a little as he pulled back to look at you, moving a hair out of your face.

“I know who you are.” you retaliated, making him chuckle.

“Do you now?” he asked, leaning against the bar but still leaning forward enough to talk to you. 

“Yeah.” you swallowed as you continued your sentence, “You’re Tony Stark.”

He shot you a cocky grin and nodded, chuckling. 

“Why yes, yes I am. I was afraid you wouldn’t know or say I was somebody else, like Leonardo DiCaprio." 

Tony poured himself another shot and downed it immediately. 

"That has happened before.”

You sat up a bit now, suddenly becoming more confident.

“What’s your name?”

“(Y/N).” you responded, biting your lip.

Tony’s eyes scanned your body up and down, taking in the curves hugged by your dress and the way your breasts pushed against the tight fabric.

He leaned closer to you and said something in a low voice only you could hear.

“How old are you (Y/N)?”

You bit your lip. “Today’s my 18th birthday." 

Tony raised his eyebrows and smiled at you again.

"Great. Now I won’t get in trouble for asking what I’m about to ask you.”

“What’s that?” you asked him, giving him innocent eyes.

Tony sucked in a breath as he towered over you and grazed his fingertips over your knee again. His touch send shivers down your spine and made your hands shake slightly, but you covered them up quickly.

“You wanna come back to my place?”

You bit your lip as he leaned down to place a kiss on your jawline.

“And do what?” you asked. You tried to sound flirty, but your voice came out rather shaky. 

Tony chuckled in your ear. 

“I think you have an idea as to what we’ll be doing.”

Your face turned red immediately as you stared up at Tony. He was still eyeing you as you responded shyly.

“What about Pepper?" 

Tony shook his head. "Broke up about a month ago.”

You thought it over quickly in your head. Having sex with a random stranger, let alone Tony Stark probably wasn’t the wisest idea. But your friends were off doing their own thing and it’s not like they’d miss you. Plus, he was extremely sexy. And the way he was looking at you made you want to throw yourself at him. 

So why the hell not?

“Alright.” you said shyly.

Tony smirked and took your hand, leaving the club. However, you didn’t go out the front entrance. You went through the back door where he led you to a parking garage with a parked Ferrari lighting up from the buttons on his keychain. 

He eagerly opened the door for you and you slid in. Immediately, you started admiring the leather you were sitting in and staring at the shiny stereo system installed in his car.

Tony climbed in a mere few seconds later. He started up the ignition and drove away, looking over to you every so often.

“Nice car.” you commented, staring at Tony.

He gave you a cocky grin and placed his hand on your thigh.

“Thank you.” he responded, “It was custom made.”

You sucked in a breath as his hand pushed your dress up and moved to rest just at your panties. 

Tony chuckled and smirked to himself as you tried your best to not focus on the hand that was practically wanting to rip your panties off. 

When you got to Stark Towers, Tony parked the car in his private garage and led you up the stairs to his living room.

“JARVIS.” Tony said, speaking to what looked like the air.

But then a robotic male-sounding voice rang out around the house.

“Welcome home sir.” the voice said, “Did you have a nice time?”

Tony lifted his head to smile at you as he poured you two two glasses of whiskey.

“I did, as a matter of fact. Play some mood music for the lady and I would you?”

“As you wish sir.”

Suddenly the notes from Foreigner’s “Urgent” rang out around the room. Tony approached you with the glasses of whiskey in his hand and you took one with small fingers. 

Tony took a sip of his drink, his eyes still trained on you.

 "So (Y/N).“

You raised an eyebrow. "Yes, Tony?”

“Why weren’t you having a sleepover at one of your friend’s house for your 18th birthday?” he asked jokingly.

You soffed and rolled your eyes but smiled anyway. 

“They had other plans in mind.”

“Won’t they miss you if they see you’re gone?”

You shrugged and took a sip of your drink. It was smooth, and a lot better than the tequila shot you had earlier.

“Probably not. They were all grinding on random guys on the dance floor anyway.”

Tony laughed and took another drink. 

“You’re not into that?”

You smiled at him and walked closer to him, taking a sip of the whiskey and holding the glass towards your body.

“No.”

“But you’ll go home with someone you barely know.” he said in a low voice.

You shrugged again and responded while taking a sip of your drink and staring at him with a look of want and desire on your face. 

“Basically.”

“Well.” Tony said as he took both of your glasses and set them on a nearby table. “I’m glad you came home with me and not some random stranger.”

You giggled. “Yeah, that would’ve been totally unsafe.”

Tony scoffed jokingly. “A nightmare.”

You suddenly noticed how close the two of you were and before you could say anything else, Tony suddenly leaned in and connected his lips with yours. 

His lips were surprisingly soft but they tasted like alcohol from the tequila and whiskey. 

Tony pulled away to look at you, his eyes suddenly a darker shade of brown. 

You quickly pulled him again but this time the kiss was more heated. He pried your lips open with his tongue and slithered his way inside, exploring your mouth and fighting with your tongue. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands tightly gripped your waist, pulling at the fabric of your dress. 

“This needs to come off.” he mumbled into your mouth.

Tony spun you around and immediately unzipped your dress, letting it fall to the floor. 

Tony licked his lips with desire and his breathing accelerated as they took in the sight of your sexy body.

He came up behind you and started kissing your neck and immediately dove his hand into your panties, making you gasp in surprise and arch your back only slightly.

His other hand moved to unclasp your bra and let it fall to the floor through your arms. His hand squeezed one of your breasts and rolled the hardened nipple between his fingers. 

You whimpered as he sucked at the skin on your neck and dove two fingers inside of you without warning.

“Mmm.” he hummed against your skin, “Tell me (Y/N). Is this your first time?”

“N-no.” you breathed out, squirming under his touch.

It was true. You had lost your virginity to your last boyfriend, whom you broke up with because he realized he was gay.

Tony chuckled darkly onto your skin.

“Good.”

He pushed your head and smashed his mouth onto yours as he continued fingering you, his fingers curling when they found your g-spot.

“Mmmm….oh fuck.” you whimpered out as his fingers pounded furiously in and out of you. You broke away from his lips and arched your back, closing your eyes and letting your mouth fall open. 

Moans escaped your lips as he continued fingering you. 

“Come for me.” he growled into your ear, “I want you to come.”

Immediately, you came all over his fingers. Tony slowly pulled them out of you and stuck them in his mouth, his tongue swirling around his fingers and his cheeks hollowing slightly as he sucked them. 

After a few seconds, his eyes connected with yours as they were pulled out of his mouth. 

“You taste good, baby.” he said in a husky voice. 

Immediately, you threw yourself at him and passionately smashed your lips onto his. He eagerly kissed back as he backed you up against his couch. Your hands moved to tug the hem of his t-shirt. Tony stepped back only momentarily to yank his shirt off of his head and throw it across the room. 

Your hands unbuckled his jeans as he kissed you again and within seconds, his pants and boxers were on the floor and kicked behind him.

Tony pulled away to give you a smile. You returned it as you jumped up into his arms and attacked his neck with your lips as he moved to the other side of the couch and pinned you down on the cushions. 

Tony lined himself up with your entrance as plunged into you without warning.

“Oh FUCK.” you cried out as he pounded into you mercilessly. You spread your legs wider for him to give him a better angle and in return, he ducked his head down to suck on your chest and leave love bites. 

You moaned loudly over and over again, causing Tony to whisper in your ear.

“You like that, sexy?” he rasped in your ear.

“Oh God, yes.” you moaned back. 

Tony roughly kissed you again as he plunged into you even harder, suddenly finding your g-spot and making you cry out in his mouth. 

Tony broke away to moan very loudly.

“Jesus Christ. You’re so tight, fuck!”

You groaned and bit your lip as his hips rocked into yours. You moved your hips to match his thrusts and pulled his head down to talk dirty in his ear.

“I love your fat cock inside of me.” you whispered in his ear breathlessly.

Tony groaned and thrusted into you even harder, his eyes squeezing shut from the pleasure he was experiencing.

“Oh fuck, Tony!” you moaned in his ear, “You feel amazing in my tight pussy, augh!”

“Christ (Y/N).” he groaned loudly as he leaned up and took your legs under his arms and plunged into you again, giving him a better angle.

You took your breasts in your hands, squeezing and massaging them.

“You fuck me so good, Tony! AUGH!" 

Tony gave off a deep growl from the back of his throat and thrusted at maximum power. 

You squeezed your eyes shut and dug your head into the couch cushions, complete and total euphoria washing over you.

"Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Tony groaned breathlessly.

“Me too." 

Tony came inside of you without warning, and you did just shortly after. Tony gave one last groan as he slowly pulled out of you and collapsed on the opposite side of the couch. He was sweaty and his hair was damp; his chest was heaving up and down as he tried his hardest to regain his breathing. 

You panted and sat up slowly, thinking about what you just did. 

"I just had sex with Tony Stark…” you whispered. 

Tony wasn’t meant to hear it, but he did.

“Yeah, you did.” he panted from his spot on the couch, looking over to smile widely at you but soon dropped his head on the couch again. 

But then he thought of something.

“Um…hey if you get pregnant-”

“I’m on the pill.” you interrupted him, “Don’t worry, I won’t be birthing any of your offspring.”

He smiled in relief at you and chuckled. “Good.”

After a few minutes of regaining your breath, you finally spoke again.

“Um. Well, I should go.”

You tried to stand up but instead you fell immediately to the rug on his floor. 

Tony looked at you on the floor and burst out laughing. 

You rolled your eyes playfully and heaved yourself back on the couch again. 

“Never mind.” you said.

Tony stopped laughing at a few seconds and looked at you with a gentle smile on his face.

“Good thing you can’t walk. I wanted you to stay anyway.” he said as he got up and walked over to the back of the couch to pick up his clothes. 

You gasped and looked at him. “Really?”

Tony shrugged and gave you a sideways smile.

“Yeah, why not?”

anonymous asked:

Yooo, so could i ask for a hc w/ rfa mbers where the mc is their personal rival (eg, for jumin they're the kid of a rival company or something, with zen they're a rival actor, etc)

Sorry this took so long to get out! Life has been a bitch LMAO FUK IT UP

~Admin MP

Yoosung:

  • When someone else joined the Shooting Star server and began gaining a lot of XP, Yoosung wasn’t worried
  • He was #2, after all, so they would need to rise pretty fast
  • A few weeks later, to his horror, the username GetRektByMC was at #4
  • On a raid, this user slammed into the middle of it and stole all his loot
  • In the background, on the mic, he could hear cackling
  • So he’s actually super mad because that was his loot!!!
  • He legit tracks them down and accuses them of stealing from him and they’re like “all’s fair in LOLOL~!!!”
  • This poor child has to do breathing techniques to calm down
  • He complains to all of his LOLOL friends and his guild and then he gets a message from GetRektByMC
  • ‘hey there supermanyoosung!! i’m at #3 now and i’m coming for youuuu~!’
  • As soon as he reads it he exits out of it and starts levelling up
  • Like
  • Crazy
  • The two go back and forth between #2 and #3 for a while until MC leaves for another server, feeling bad about making Yoosung upset once during a raid and hearing him cry a little bit (you know he would get frustrated enough)
  • They send him a message apologizing about everything and they become friends eventually!
  • After that, they double team and love to work together 
  • They end up spending long nights talking to each other, just lazily grinding or doing a bunch of high level quests
  • Yoosung is in love when MC takes down a troll all by themselves and gives Yoosung more than half the gold they got

Seven:

  • Seven does sort of notice that his workload is getting lighter
  • When he asks why, his boss mentions that there’s another hacker who is really talented and is on the same level as him
  •  How the hell was someone as good of a hacker as him?
  • It honestly didn’t make sense to him because he’s always been one of the best?
  • But there’s someone new in the agency who seems to be working just as fast as he does, doing some of his work before him and leaving dumb little messages
  • He begins hacking their work too, signing it all ‘Luciel 83c’ and MC just works harder to hack his shit
  • It gets to the point where they’re constantly hacking each other’s stuff to display memes
  • Also, it sort of impedes their work because the two get their computers hacked then have to muffle laughter at the really stupid memes that pop up
  • Honestly, it’s a very loose rivalry because Seven doesn’t mind not having as much work and it’s fun to compete with MC
  • Once though, they’re put on a case together and they end up meeting face to face and make it a game to see who can finish the most work faster
  • After that, they’re put on a lot of cases together because they work fast and well
  • During every single one, they compete and are always cracking up and see if the other one can break through any security they make
  • Then they come up with the stupidest app ideas and make them, seeing how many people buy each one

Jaehee:

  • Jaehee was a very calm, rational woman
  • But she despised the personal assistant that their rival company owner had
  • Every time they were around each other, the personal assistant made an effort to smirk belligerently at Jaehee 
  • Then they just sit down and sip their coffee, all the while raising an eyebrow at Jaehee
  • It shouldn’t bother Jaehee so much, especially since she knows she’s capable
  • But there’s something about them that just rubs her the wrong way??
  • She lets them know in tiny ways, though
  • She offers to get everyone but purposely leaves them out, apologizing in an overly sweet tone and getting them some water from the bathroom tap
  • Then she gets everyone some pastries, giving them the oldest, hardest croissant
  • Of course, they also are given all the pens that are dead and don’t work anymore
  • Throughout the whole thing, though, they’re just giving Jaehee a smug look and Jaehee is about to go crazy
  • During the lunch break, they drag each other into a closet and let the other one know how they feel about all their interactions
  • (Get it Jaehee)

Zen:

  • Zen knew he was a beautiful, beautiful man and a talented actor
  • But he couldn’t help but feel irritated when his leading partner for his new musical was none other than MC, the actor he was constantly competing with
  • The two would now be struggling for the spotlight, even if they were in the same musical
  • During practice, they always try to one up each other, singing louder than the other or dancing faster
  • Even when they have to dance together, they’re super aggressive and trying to be better than the other one
  • They have to tango and it looks like a very terrifying mating dance instead of fluid choreography
  • When the programs are printed, they squint and say, “His/Their name is bigger than mine.”
  • Then proceed to glare at each other
  • Even during their romantic scenes, they’re hissing low key insults at each other
  • “Your lines are being rehearsed with the emotion of a robot.”
  • “It’s hard to sound like anything else when that’s what your movements look like!!!”
  • Eventually, the director gets fed up and tells them to get over it or else the show is gonna be shit
  • They finally work it out and end up respecting the other’s talent and work ethic

Jumin:

  • I wish I could say that Jumin is low key savage
  • But live fast die young bad trust fund kids do it well
  • He’s literally so high key savage that it pains everyone around him
  • When he meets the child of a rival company owner who also is a director of their parent’s company, he’s prepared to be civil
  • But once he sees the dog keychain on their bag, he just can’t
  • Makes comments about the keychain and just sits in his chair with a sardonic smile
  • When MC smiles sweetly and gives him a sassy comment back, he’s shook
  • (Jumin please stop giving them those eyes)
  • The whole meeting is full of them being little shits to each other while sipping their drinks 
  • Jaehee is sweating
  • But Jumin loves to rile them up and watches to see if anything bothers them
  • Any twitch of the eyebrow or slip of the smile he counts as a victory 
  • He also tries to catch them up, seeing if they remember little things that he mentions in his report at the very beginning
  • They do and he’s impressed, though he hides it
  • By the end, there’s so much tension crackling between the two of them
  • They shake hands, firmer than necessary, and part ways
  • Jumin blinks when he sees the cat keychain on the other side of the bag.
  • At the next meeting, he asks them for a private meeting afterwards and they discuss cats.
Little Sis

Based on Anon Prompt: “ possibly one where you’re Owen’s sister and you naturally are able to take control over the raptors and he’s stunned and stuff?”

A/n: This one got a little off track but it wasn’t my fault I swear. ;*


Yeah, it was cool to watch Owen work with the raptors, but when your big brother said he would take you to work with him, you thought it might be a little more ‘hands on.’ You watched him closely: clicker, hand signals, authoritative commands, and ending with a snack.

I can totally do that, you think to yourself. So when he says he’s going to go get the two of you something to eat, you jump at the opportunity of being alone (well at least Owen isn’t around, and the guards are easier to fool). You ask for a sandwich and before he leaves he says, “I’ll be right back,” and looks directly into your eyes. “Don’t move from this spot.”

You roll your eyes at him and respond with. “yeah, yeah, hurry up I’m hungry!”

He chuckles as he gets on his bike and as soon as he is out of sight you climb the stairs of the catwalk. The guard at the top sees you and walks over.

“You’re not allowed up here missy,” says the boy who doesn’t even look old enough to drink. How dare he talk to you like that? You’re 13 years old, you’re not a child!

“My brother said I could come up and practice. He said I can give the raptors some treats.” You smile confidently knowing that he probably knows less about the raptors than you do, and grin wide when he steps back,

“Well, okay. But be careful!” He still looks skeptical, but you get away with it nonetheless and he walks to the other side of the catwalk.

Smirking, you walk up to the small table built into the railing and grab Owen’s clicker. You click it a few times and within seconds all four girls are below you. You think back to when you were watching Owen and try your best to sound like an Alpha. You put your hand up in a fist and shout, “And we’re walking!”

You begin to walk along the catwalk and they follow you below. This isn’t so hard, you think to yourself.  Just as you’re about to toss them treats, you hear someone yell “PIG LOOSE!”

It all happens so quickly. You see the kid get pulled over the railing and land in the cage. You don’t know what to do. You hear people shouting and screaming but all you can think is, I wish Owen was here.

But you know Owen isn’t here, and right now, you’re the one with the clicker. You click it and shout to the girls. “Charlie, Delta! Eyes on me, girls!” But it doesn’t work. They glance your way for a moment and focus back on the young guard who let you get up here in the first place. You close your eyes and try not to panic. You search your brain for an idea, any idea that will keep them from attacking.

Your brain grabs onto a memory. You’re eight years old, running around Owen’s house with the park’s first baby raptor. You spend the day playing hide and seek with your little “Blueberry” and your brother walks in the room laughing at the two of you.

“She’s not always going to be this big, you know,” he tells you. “One day she will be big enough to eat you.” He tries to make it sound like a joke but you hear the sadness in his voice.

“Yeah maybe,” you smile and reach for your keychain, “But she’ll never be too old for this!” You shine your laser pointer on the wall and she goes running after it. She spends the rest of the day chasing after the small red dot until she falls asleep in your cot, curled up next to you.

Now, as you look down into the cage, you pray that Blue still remembers something from that day. You pull off your backpack and search for your keychain. She and Charlie are lowering their heads, sniffing the shaking guard and you know you only have seconds. You finally feel it in your hand and pull it out, shining the laser pointer on the ground in front of him.  Charlie jumps back at the sudden intruder and begins to hiss. Blue simply tilts her heads and stares at it. You move it a few feet to the left and all four girls react, turning to the side, keeping it in front of them. You move it again as Blue pounces at the light, smiling a little as you realize it’s actually working.

“Come on girls,” you say as you move the red dot closer under the catwalk, away from the door and the scared man in front of it. You see Barry begin to open the door and see Owen dragging him out of the cage under it. At the noise of the door, the girls lose focus on the light and run back over, pacing alongside the bars, upset that their meal got away. You hear the metal stairs creak and see Owen running towards you. He kneels down and pulls you into a tight hug.

“You could have been killed.” He says, holding you close, and you can hear the fear in his trembling voice.

“Hey,” you pull back, “I’m fine. And so is he,” you say as you nod to the guard on the ground. “Blueberry remembered!” You hold up the laser pointer to show him. “I told you she would never be too old for it.”

He just laughs and pulls you back into a hug. Then he looks at you sternly, “Next time I tell you not to move, you better not move.” You smile knowing he’s more relieved than mad and you nod your head.

“Yes sir!” You mock salute him and then you reach for your stomach as you hear it growl. “So,” you say, “about those sandwiches…”

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Excuses

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader


Request: My birthday’s coming up so could I request a fluffy thing with Peter Parker/reader and it’s her birthday please? Thank you!

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of ass kicking, involvement of parents, and knives.

A/N: I am sooooo sorry anon that this took so long. Your birthday has most likely already passed, but here you go! Also this was way longer than I intended it to be, so there might be a few errors but I hope you like it! :)

The phrase was beginning to sound like a loop of an infuriating song. It wasn’t helping either the fact that it was hitting you left and right. You didn’t mean to sound over dramatic nor crude, if anything the attention was of no complaint to you, you were appreciative of the almost large amount of people who had remembered. However the one person you’d been waiting to see hadn’t been there, matter of fact you hadn’t seen him all day. Peters absence wasn’t unusual, it been a periodic thing with him lately, but you hoped he’d at least make time for you today.

Lugging the heavier than normal backpack up the stairs with you, you blew a piece of hair out your face only to have it land more in the way of your vision. Rolling your eyes you lifted your left hand to tuck the piece of hair behind your ear while simultaneously digging in your back pocket for your keys. Fiddling through the numerous amount of keys on your rather small keychain, you walked down the hallway stopping in front of your door, fixing your eyes on the brass key between your fingers and pushed it into the lock.

Pushing open the door you quickly dragged your feet against the welcome mat before stepping inside and kicking off your shoes next to the door. Closing the door you began walking down the corridor to the kitchen and instantly smiled.

“I believe another happy birthday is in order.” Said your mother setting down the beautifully crafted cake down on the table.

Laughing you set your bag down, striding over to her, engulfing her in the biggest hug you could muster. Rocking you playfully she stepped back a bit still holding onto your waist.

“Your dad will be here soon, so just hang for a bit okay?” She said smiling at you proudly. Your mom was great, she was both a friend and a mother wrapped into one, you were extremely grateful for that. Peter had always said that she and you were basically the same person, although you’d always tease saying that you were not as crazy, you were flattered. Your mom adored Peter. She always made both joking but not so discreet comments about how she just wished you guys would just date already. You’d always counter attack her comments with phrases like ’We’re just friends.’ or ’I don’t like Peter like that.’ but you both had a very silent understanding that those arguments only meant ‘I’m totally into him but I’m too much of a pussy to tell him.’.

Letting yourself drop from your tippy toes you nodding smiling up at her. “Okay, thank you for the cake by the way, it looks great.” You said slyly swiping a piece of frosting onto your finger, licking it off and quickly running off to your room before she could scold you.

Closing your door behind you, you leaned back against it. Sighing you took your phone out of your front pocket quickly pressing the home button to see if you had gotten any texts from Peter. Biting the inside of your cheek you rolled your eyes scrolling down the list of messages and notifications you had received. None them had been from Peter. Unlocking your phone you went to your messages and tapped on the conversation between you and him.

“Guess you were too busy to even bother to at least text me happy birthday. Whatever, I’ll see you tomorrow if you even bother to show up.” You said typing out the words that had just left your mouth.

Pressing send you tossed your phone onto your bed carefully and gathered up all your hair pushing it back to tie it up into a messy bun. Walking over to your closet, you opened it searching through the immense amount of clothes hoping to find something more comfortable to put on.

Feeling the hairs rise on the back of your neck, you jumped, startled at the light tapping sound at your window. Walking over cautiously towards the clear glass you felt heat rise from your forehead down to your fingers. Slowly opening the window, you stuck your head out to look towards the left side of the building and saw nothing.

Furrowing your eyebrows you spoke quietly to yourself, “What the f-” “Hey.”

Startled, you felt your stomach drop and adrenaline pump through your veins in an instant causing you to jerk your body back, hitting the back of your head against the half opened window in the process.

“Woah hey, you alright?” Feeling Peters familiar large hand attempt to soothe the bound to become a huge bump on your head but you quickly shook off his hand feeling raw anger and pain pulse through you.

Groaning in pain, you silently forbid yourself to look at him, “Yeah just spectacular.” Bitterness oozed from your words as you ducked your head pushing yourself back inside your room.

Jumping inside after you swiftly, Peter straightened himself out dropping his backpack against the wall.

Giving you a small smile he brought his arms out signaling he wanted to give you hug. “Happy birthday.” He said in a sing-song voice.

Ignoring his comment you walked over to your closet, rubbing the soreness near your neck while continuing on with your rummaging.

“You got a thing against doors or something?” You began, picking up a simple white t-shirt in your hand, “Because trust me they’re much more safer than climbing 8 stories up on the side of a building.”

Chuckling he sat down on the edge of your bed never allowing his eyes to leave you, “I just thought I’d surprise you.”

Grabbing the outfit you had found, you laid it out on your bed beside Peter, still refusing to look at him.

“How did you get up here anyways? My fire escapes broken.” You said raising an eyebrow but still maintaining your expression of annoyance.

Shifting a bit, you looked down seeing his leg start to almost inconspicuously shake.

“I used your neighbors fire escape and then jumped onto your living room balcony, anyways-” he said rather quickly cutting himself off short.

“It’s not important, how was your day birthday girl? I’m sorry I couldn’t be there I was…caught up in something.” He said running his hand through his messy hair.

Feeling all the anger you had tried so hard to subdue push itself to the surface, making you look at him incredulously.

“Are you fucking serious right now?!” Your voice releasing itself rather loudly than you intended it to.

Peter looked at you shocked but knowingly, exhaling out through your nose sharply you walked over to your door.

“If you’re going to give me that bullshit excuse again, I suggest leaving before you have to start collecting your teeth from the floor.”

Standing up Peter walked towards you, making sure to keep a decent amount of distance between the two of you, not wanting to test your threat.

Peter had seen you angry like this before, but never towards him. He never wanted to upset you in any way. He was aware of how little time you both had been spending with each other, he hated it. He would drop absolutely anything for you in a second, but these past 8 months had made things different, very different. He believed protecting you from the truth would be better than exposing you to the dangers of his new threatening lifestyle.

Gulping quietly he tried to plan out his next words to you, if he can stop thugs, mobsters, and thieves on a day to day basis, he can most likely get himself out the heat with you.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you today, I didn’t mean to not be, I was just-”

“I swear if you say busy I will personally escort you out my window.” You said feeling your teeth grind against each other.

Peter sighed running his fingers through his hair once more realizing two undeniable truths of the matter at that moment, one ‘I’m fucking screwed’ and two ‘She is way more life threatening than any thug.’.

Pacing in front of Peter you let out a frustrated groan, looking to be having some sort of silent argument with yourself on the bounds of either cussing Peter out or turning him into a new rug for your room.

On the other hand Peter had grew distracted from the situation at hand by pin pointing all the things he had loved about you. A very odd and inappropriate moment to do so, but honestly the boy couldn’t help himself considering he did it almost all the time he was with you. Each time he found a new aspect about you that would weaken him to the core. ‘How is that even when she wants to beat the living shit out of me, she still looks adorable?’. Shaking himself out of his daze he scolded himself mentally, that was the reason he had to keep this secret hidden from you.

If anyone who had it out for him had any knowledge of his identity, they would most likely hurt the ones he loved. Peter couldn’t bear to think of anyone he cared so deeply for taking on the consequences for his actions. Especially you.

Walking towards you slowly, he grabbed both of your hands intertwining them with his own to halt your pacing.

Ignoring your death stare and the uneasiness he got at a result from it, he tried giving you the most genuine apologetic look he could obtain.

Averting your eyes from him you felt your knees weaken a bit. ‘Damn it, he’s cute’, tightening your jaw you pushed the obvious thought aside and continued your glaring stance.

“You hate me, I don’t blame you, you have every right to. I’m sorry that I haven’t been around. I know you’re tired of hearing that all the time but I am sorry. I can’t tell you why I haven’t been around, but I just want you to trust me when I say that I wouldn’t be bailing on you so much lately if it wasn’t important. The most enjoyable part of my day is when I’m with you and it absolutely sucks that I have so little time for that recently.” As he said his words he began to inch himself closer and closer to you.

Gulping you stepped back a bit feeling your nerves tighten. “I don’t hate you.” You whispered looking down at your laced fingers, “I hate feeling like you don’t trust me, I trust you with my life. It just seems like that feeling is one sided.” You said looking up at him to see his reaction.

Raising an eyebrow at you he shook his head slightly. “You’re the one person I trust more than anything, I’m sorry that I made you feel that way. That was never my intention.” He said sincerely.

Giving him a small smile you nodded giving out a tired sigh, “I’m sorry freaked out on you, it’s just all those emotions have been building up in there for a while now.”

“No it’s not your fault, I completely understand. I’m sorry for everything.” Apologizing once more he smiled once you let out a low chuckle.

Releasing your hands from his, you jumped onto your bed, scooting over to the left side and laid yourself in a comfortable position.

“Stop apologizing and watch some tv with me.” You said quickly grabbing the remote knowing that if Peter got his hands on it, you’d most likely be forced to watch Star Wars or something.

Rolling his eyes Peter kicked his shoes off placing them near your door before jumping onto the mattress alongside you. Putting his right arm behind his head he stretched out his left arm, hitting your shoulder signaling he wanted you closer. Scooting yourself so your head was resting against his chest you breathed in his blissful scent, restraining yourself from burying your nose into his chest.

“You know usually when people say they’re going to watch tv, they usually end up doing so.” Peters voice snapped you out of your inadvertent daze.

“Oh yeah um, shit where’s the remote?” Quickly sitting up you patted yourself and the area around you down in search for the object that had just been in your hand. Turning your head from left to right you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Oh is that what this is?” Peter said smugly smirking at your annoyed expression.

Slumping back onto his chest you pouted in defeat. “Asshole.” You grumbled almost inaudibly.

“Sorry what was that?” He said cupping his ear dramatically.

“Just turn on the damn tv.” You said chuckling at him.

Pressing the power button on the remote, Peter instantly began flipping through channels, surprisingly unsure of what to watch. For some reason he had stopped at the news channel where the voice of a very forcefully happy news anchor greeted the viewers. “It’s seems that once again our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man has saved the day. Today at approximately 4:15 PM 6 men had attempted to hijack an Oscorp transport vehicle.” Said the news anchor as the image switched over to the damaged truck on the side of the road.

“Thankfully, Spider-Man intervened and managed to capture the men, leaving them in police custody. The contents in the vehicle are still unknown however authorities are saying that everything seems to be in its place.” Said the news anchor as she proceeded on to tell minor details of the event.

“Hm.” You said focusing your attention on the screen.

Looking down at you Peter let his curiosity wander a bit. “What?”

Looking up at him you shrugged, “I don’t know, the guy seems pretty cool.” You said leaving a slight pause but unsure on how to fill it.

“But?” Peter said realizing you weren’t finished.

“I don’t know it’s just..” You began, slowly fiddling with the zipper on his hoodie “There’s something about him that just feels… like a word you know but it won’t really come out, you know?.” You said unconcerned.

Feeling his face start to heat up Peter quickly licked his lips letting out a nervous chuckle. “Well I mean he wears a mask, that’s the whole point. He makes people think.” He said making you roll your eyes and pinch his abdomen.

“Not what I meant smart ass.” You said squealing when you felt Peter plant himself on top of you, straddling your waist.

Widening your eyes you words came out stammered, “Um w-what are you doing?”

Smirking Peter began swiftly pinching and tickling at your sides.

Letting out very unattractive hearty laughs and screams, you began punching lightly at his chest.

“Get off me you ape.” You said in between your laughing fits.

Managing to wrap your legs around his waist you quickly switched the position so you were on top of him.

Giving you a fearful look he put his hands up defensively, “I was simply giving the birthday girl her birthday tickles, no harm done.”

Smirking you crossed your arms across your chest, “Birthday punches, stupid.” You said watching him shrug in response.

“Same thing.” He said giving you a toothy grin, but it quickly faded once you began running your fingers quickly against his sides and abdomen.

Laughing in both pain and surprise, Peter attempted to talk through painful pants.

“Okay I give, I give!” He exclaimed stopping your hands actions with his own.

Grinning in satisfaction you rolled off of him laying beside him. Turning onto your side you stared at him mapping out his features as if you were taking self notes. ‘God I love you.’ You said mentally, keeping your mouth pursed in case of accidental word vomiting.

Mimicking your actions, Peter turned himself facing you. Bringing his hand up he gently rubbed the surface of your forehead. Smiling slightly, he slowly began to lose himself in the image of you. However, refusing to look into your eyes knowing the minute he did that all self control of confessing his true feelings would be thrown out the window.

“Y/N, your dad’s here, come here so we can have some cake!” Startling you both from your gazes, you both gave out exasperated sighs in unison.

“Come on Parker, I’m starving.” You said reluctantly pushing yourself onto your feet.

Stretching, Peter let out a loud groan. “Carry me.” He said giving you a lazy smile.

Rolling your eyes you grabbed both of his ankles, “Funny.” You said giving him a forced smile while tugging at his legs to push him off your bed. Unusually, his hands stopped his force of falling, quickly pushing himself up with ease.

Looking at him in shock, he rubbed the back his neck looking at you somewhat nervously, “I’ve been working out a lot lately.” He said clearing his throat a bit.

Nodding unsurely, you decided to let moment be for now. “Okay, let’s go get some cake than slick.” You said pushing him slightly as you darted towards your bedroom door, opening it and proceeding on with your sprinting to the kitchen with Peter not too far behind you.

Laughing as you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, you felt yourself get lifted off the ground slightly, intensifying your laughter. Releasing yourself from Peters grip you raced over to the dinner table, ducking behind the presence of your dad. Giggling you peeked slightly around your dad as he chuckled at Peters sudden halt and anxious expression.

Walking over towards Peter, your dad loudly clapped his shoulder bringing him over to his side.”How’ve you been Parker.” Spoke your dad grinning at Peter stiff stance.

“I-I’ve been well sir, um how are you doing?” Stuttered Peter allowing you to let out a low chuckle.

Smiling your dad released his hold on Peter and strided over in front of the cake, picking up the small kitchen knife beside it. Widening his eyes Peter backed away slightly, gulping loudly. Looking over at him your dad laughed.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of a small knives Parker.” You dad joked, enjoying the sight of Peter squirming.

“Only when men who look like they use them as toothpicks are holding them sir.” Peter exclaimed anxiously.

Laughing you grabbed the knife from your dads hand and placing it back on the table, you bumped his hip, “Stop scaring him.” You stated to your father strictly. Locking your eyes on Peter you saw his shoulders relax at your words, smirking you looked over to your dad and mouthed ‘Kidding’, resulting in Peter taking yet another step back.

“Peter! How’ve you been honey?” Everyone turned their heads in unison to the sound of your mothers voice, watching as she pulled Peter into a warm hug.

Smiling down at her he relaxed himself again, “I’m doing good, and you?” He asked releasing himself from the hug at the same time as she did.

Reaching up and ruffling up his hair she laughed when he scrunched his nose, “I’ve been better, it’s just that I have a husband who has the attention span of a goldfish.” She said resting her hand on her hip looking over at your dad who was attempting to sneak a piece of frosting onto his finger.

Bumping your hip with his once more, he looked around startled until his eyes landed on your unamused mother.

Quickly scrambling over to her he kissed her cheek and grinned at her. “Hey beautiful.”

Rolling her eyes she gave him a look that just screamed ‘did you forget something?’. Looking more deeply at her face in search for the answer, he looked over at you for help when he was unable to.

Laughing you mouthed over to him ‘Candles’ causing him to widen his eyes and quickly scamper into the kitchen. Walking over to you your mother kissed you on the head.

“He’s hopeless without either one of us.” Giving out a laugh, you nodded in agreement.

Averting your eyes over to Peter, you see that he has been staring at you for quite some time now. Walking over to him you stood in front of him, him continuing on his excessive day dreaming. “Hey, Puny Parker, you still there?” You said lightly tapping on the side of his head.

Shaking his head slightly he looked down at you and grinned, snaking an arm around your waist he replied, “Yeah, I-I was just thinking about..” Trailing off as he locked his eyes with your own, beginning to lose his train of thought. Raising an eyebrow at him he realized he hadn’t finished his sentence, “About how delicious that cake looks.” He said tearing his gaze away from you, making you feel a twinge of disappointment.

“Oh wait, stay right there, I need a picture of the both of you!” Your mother exclaimed as she fumbled with the phone in her hand.

Groaning you attempted to escape Peters grip, which he prevented by bringing you closer to him. Blushing you looked up at him seeing that he had already been looking down at you. Jumping slightly at the bright flash in the corner of your eye you looked at your mom annoyingly.

“Oh come on, I wasn’t even ready.” You stated knowing very well you wouldn’t like how the photo looked at all.

“You look fine, here.” Your mother said walking over to you and handing you her phone.

Grabbing the phone you analyzed the photo with Peter peering over your shoulder. Granted the photo wasn’t bad, but you still weren’t satisfied with it.

“What do you think?” You asked Peter, still giving a once over at the photo.

“I think you look perfect.” He whispered, you suddenly felt your whole body shoot up with warmth as you shakily handed the phone back to your mother.

“See?” She teased, winking before joining your father who had arrived back with the candles.

Peter released his hold from you and guided you over to the table with him. He looked over at you once again and gave you a heart warming smile. Looking down you continued on with your mental freak out, trying to think over what your birthday wish would be, but the only thing that clouded your thoughts was that damn boy standing over your shoulder.
Letters for bear

Word count: 7220

Summary: Dan is pretty terrified about going to uni, but a little letter from Phil starts a chain, and suddenly it’s not so scary. (His little gifts help a lot)

Warnings: implied depression, a bit of angst but mainly fluff

AN: another collab with my friend lauryn <3 she was Dan and I was Phil when writing letters and then the other bits were both of us and it was so much fun and great and she even cried when I sent her the ending FROM ACROSS THE COUNTRY. Literally we came up with this on skype as I need to send her a wristband I got her from sitc and then this happened and YEAH READ IT AND LOVE IT.

Hey Dan,

I’m trying not to giggle as I write this, your face would be priceless when you see it. Wide eyes and everything- and hopefully a smile. I wish I could see it. Anyway, I know you’re nervous about going to uni, especially as it’s really far away from both your family (and me!) and I thought I would send you something to make you feel a little better:

A wristband. And it’s not lame, shut up.

If you somehow haven’t seen it in there then take it out and put it on. Because it’s something you should wear a lot to remind you of how amazing you are and how much you are loved. Especially by me, [a lot] your amazing best friend.

If you can’t read it then get glasses but it says ‘You are brave’. And yes I wrote the 'brave’. Red sharpies are great okay, they have many uses, like this, or fake blood. But now you don’t have to be so nervous, because on your wrist it’s reminding you how brave you are, because you really are brave. I mean you were pretty much shaking when we met before and I know you will try and deny it but I know you were. But so was I so that’s okay, and neither of us collapsed so you are definitely brave.

I really hope you feel better soon bear, and please tell me when you get this or I will be very annoyed with the post office and send an angry letter (which would probably also get lost in the post) to get them to fix it as it is very important you get this.

I love you lots,

your very affectionate friend,

Phil xxx

(That felt really formal ew)

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Imagine Onoda getting into a new anime and getting such a crush –not some sort of admiration, a full blown crush– on the protagonist. They’re brave and kind and incredibly attractive to him, and Midousuji gets so jealous.

“Look at my new wallpaper, Midousuji-kun!” Onoda will say, reaching and showing Midousuji his new wallpaper of said protagonist in a proud pose. Onoda also buys a lot of merchandise for the same character, like body pillows –note pillows– and small figurines and posters. He also gets a keychain to go on his cellphone, sticker sets to go on his 3DS and phone, and Midousuji isn’t even in Chiba visiting the entire time Onoda seems obsessed, but he’s still a victim to Onoda sending pictures of all of his purchases.

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Coming Home: Xiumin

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This will be the last instalment for the Coming Home series. We’re glad you all enjoyed it! :))


Sneaking in for the few minutes he has, Minseok finds her, head down on the dining table with a mug half-filled with coffee in the grip of her hand. He reminds himself he can’t stay, so he prays the little bits and pieces of items from all places of the tour are enough for now. “This reminded me so much of you while we were in Thailand!” “This made me think of you while we were in Japan.” -he rambles on. Looking back and sending her one last smile, he knows that when she wakes she may not find him, but she’ll always find the traces he leaves behind.

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anonymous asked:

Someone (not Diggle) wondering why Oliver has a key to an apartment that isn't his (its Felicity's). Super mega bonus points if they find out who's apartment it's to and how/why Oliver got the key.

I had a blast writing this one! Haven’t written anything but angst until now. Thank you for sending it! 

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“Ollie, what’s this key for?”

“What?” He turned around and faced Thea, who stood with a hand on her hip, an accusatory eyebrow raised and his keys in her hand. His eyes widened in surprise when he noticed the key she had singled out: Felicity’s.

“It… is for the storage at the bar.” He lied warily. “The one where I keep the good stuff for special occasions.”

“Special occasions?” She knit her eyebrows at him, unconvinced by his feeble excuse.

“Uh, meetings, with important clients” he struggled. For someone who had a secret identity he was awful at lying, at least to his loved ones.

“Right…” she conceded, being well aware there was more to it that he let on.

Oliver walked to her, snatched the keys from her hands and told her with a smile “Still chasing after me, Speedy. It’s good to see that some things never change”. He dropped a kiss on top of her head and headed out, scolding himself for being terrible at making lies on the go.

It didn’t escape to her how flustered his brother was. Thea Queen wasn’t easily fooled and now was determined to figure this little mystery out. She looked down and opened her palm, revealing the unknown key. Fortunately she had quick hands. She smiled haughtily: now her quest begun.

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Her first stop was Roy’s. Much to her dislike, he had knowledge about breaking and entering, and surely could tell her more about the key. And he did.

Roy assured her it wasn’t for the club. While unloading the stock he had familiarized himself with every storage place there was. He even knew about the secret underground level, where he would run off for a quick training with Diggle or Oliver whenever he could. But he didn’t tell her that much.

“It’s from a lock, an apartment door most likely” he said, examining the key. “That’s as much I can tell from it alone”.

“I knew you’d be useful for something, Harper” she teased him. She pressed her mouth to his and before he could respond she waltzed away.

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Next she turned to Diggle, Oliver’s trusty bodyguard. Although he never talked about it Thea knew they were friends, a stronger bond having formed over time. After all it had been almost three years since he had started shadowing her brother.

“Diggle… can I call you John?” she asked, innocently. He nodded, a small smile on his face. “I was wondering, since you drive Ollie around most of the times… Is he seeing somebody?”

A chuckle escaped his lips before he could stop it, and then cleared his throat to mask his reaction. “I don’t think it’s my place to answer that.”

She smiled cheerfully, now having her answer. “So could you point me to the right direction?”

Though he had a straight face now, he said with a playful voice “His assistant. There might be something in his schedule to help you out”. She thanked him with a silent nod and walked into Queen Consolidated.

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Oliver climbed off his bike and headed into the building, greeting the doorman on his way.

Today was their first anniversary, and he was making her a surprise dinner. It marked 365 days since he had made the best decision of his life. He had fought against his feeling for Felicity for a long time, until they were both nearly broken; but ever since he had let her in everything had changed. She made him smile, even through the wreckage that was his life.

Still they had decided to keep their relationship between themselves, to avoid unnecessary problems. Half their lives were already lived in the shadows, so they’d managed to make their romance survive that way. Of course Diggle had found out, just by noticing the small changes in their exchanges, but had respected their wish for privacy.

A smile spread on his face, remembering how Diggle had walked in on them making out in the foundry once. He climbed the familiar steps until he was in front of her door, and reached for the keys in his pocket. There was a handful there, but not the one he needed the most. Confused he studied the ones in his keychain until realization hit him: Thea.

His meddling, curious little sister. First he smiled at her antics until his brain caught up with him. He knew exactly what Thea would do: dig up. And also who she would turn to eventually. He stormed down the stairs, climbed on his bike and rushed through the streets towards his office.

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The ding of the elevator startled Felicity. She had been singing along to a playful tune while researching some arrow business when Thea Queen walked up to her desk. It was unusual for the young Queen to be at their offices, Felicity had mostly run into her at the club or at company events. Yet there she was, curious eyes darting to her brother’s office.

“Oliver isn’t here” Felicity quipped. “He’s out doing some… business” she raked her brain trying to remember where Oliver was but came up short. When he left a few hours ago he had vaguely stated that he some business to attend to.

Thea look at her, a mischievous look on her face. “It’s ok; I was actually looking for you.”

“Me?”

“Yes” she said and pulled a key from her purse. Felicity’s brow furrowed recognizing said key.

“How did you get my key?” she voiced, words leaving her lips before she could contain them.

Thea’s eyes widened as she put the pieces of the puzzle together. Her brother’s ‘special occasions’ had a name, one she had known for quite a while. She had suspected Felicity was more than just Ollie’s assistant, his brother’s eyes lingering on the blonde girl longer than socially acceptable; but now she had proof.

“Oh everything makes so much sense now” she said as her mouth rose in a smile. “Ollie sure has been holding onto you!”

“What?” At Thea’s raised eyebrow Felicity blushed. She knew. But had Oliver told her? She didn’t think he would without her permission. Panic rose in her and all she could think was deny. “No, Oliv… Mr. Queen doesn’t have a hold on me. I’m not on hold at all. Not that I’m not serious about my job, I am, I’m not going anywhere.” She rumbled on, words tripping from her mouth on their own volition. Thea looked amused, her smile growing as Felicity’s speech got more out of hand.

“So this isn’t Ollie’s key to your place?” she asked, already knowing the answer. Felicity was even a worse liar than her brother was.

“No. I mean yes, it is, but not like that. It’s for emergencies, like watering plants and caring for my cat. Though I don’t own a cat, yet, but if I did…” Thankfully the elevator doors opened, the distraction stopping her train of thought.

Oliver darted into the room, the worried look on his face deepening at the sight of Thea standing before his girlfriend’s desk. Felicity met his eyes and smiled coyly at him.

“I’m sorry” she mouthed, as Thea turned around and smiled knowingly at him.

“So how late am I to congratulate you two?” she said teasingly.

He swallowed and walked to her side. “Thea, this is my girlfriend, Felicity” he declared, proudly. Then turned to Felicity and raised his eyebrows at her.

“I saw this going differently in my mind” she said, a faint blush creeping over her cheeks.

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