i would actually do her you know

marvelouswhovianfairytales  asked:

Tony is shocked when he does something and the villains say thank you. No one's thanked him before.

This is a great prompt…and an incredible sad one. Thank you, darling!

“Here.” Tony throws the package a little harder than strictly necessary, not that it matters. These days everyone seems to have faster reflexes than normal people possess. Rumlow catches the bundle inches away from his face.

He doesn’t even bother with Loki, the demi-god will just magic anything wherever he damn well pleases. Also Tony is convinced that the guy is constantly surrounded by an invisible bubble that doesn’t let anything through without Loki’s conscious permission. He denies it of course but that doesn’t matter—it’s what Tony would do as well.

Madame HYDRA smiles pleasantly at him when it’s her turn, and Tony isn’t stupid. He knows that smile. He petulantly kicks her package into her general direction.

Sure, they all have to work together because in truth none of them want to be eliminated by Thanos. The enemy of your enemy and all that. Still, just because they have to work together doesn’t mean Tony has to like it. And he definitely doesn’t have to play nice. It’s not like there’s any Captain around to give him a disappointed glare—

Tony very determinedly stops that thought right in its tracks. The last thing he needs is to go down that road in front of witnesses, these people in particular.

“What’s this?” Rumlow asks curiously. He eyes the package like he expects it to come alive and try to eat him any second now—admittedly a tempting image.

But Tony can be an adult. And besides, it’s not like he’s got a lot of people lining up, willing to fight by his side these days. Allies have been in short supply since the breaking of the Avengers—the destruction and death caused by Thanos as a “warning” didn’t help matters.

“Stark’s not-yet-patented Survive The Apocalypse Caused By A Psychotic, Death-Obsessed Alien Kit,” Tony answers drolly.

“Huh.” Rumlow peers into the shapeless bag. “This could be…”, his voice trails of, and when he continues a moment later the word is laced with heavy implication, “useful.”

Tony smirks, cocky and challenging and deadly. “It’s designed to be,” he says in a voice that promises death and mayhem. Exactly the kind of thing his audience will go for.

Loki raises his brows, looking intrigued despite himself. “This has potential,” he admits, which is pretty much the highest compliment Tony has ever heard him give anyone.

Tony’s smirk widens but Loki isn’t done.

“Thank you, Stark,” he says, and for once his tone lacks the eternal sense of mocking Loki usually eludes. “Your aid will not be forgotten.”

It’s startling on so many levels, most importantly because Tony’s gut is telling him that Loki actually means it.

“My thanks as well,” Madame HYDRA chimes in. “When we survive this, I might just keep you.”


It should be a threat, but the self-assured way with which she says “when” instead of “if” displays a sense of optimism Tony appreciates. Or would if he wasn’t too stunned to process her words properly.

“Yeah,” Rumlow nods distractedly, still going through the contents of the bag, “what she said.”

He says the words like they’re easy, natural. They all do.

Tony—doesn’t know what to do with that. Luckily there’s a mad Titan to focus on instead.

Do you mean: Much like her past album which was solely about one obvious relationship of hers, reputation is not a roman à clef that begs the listener to decide which kiss-and-tell relates to which A-list former beau as most of it is about her C-list boyfriend but I wouldn’t know that because instead of paying attention to the actual lyrics, I spend my time trying to extract anything that would allow me to continue perpetuating my ignorant narrative of what Taylor Swift’s music is about and what it means. That instead of respecting the months of hard work that allowed Taylor to create this innovative and complex album, I decided to write a gossip-blog that has very little to do with the album itself but more to do with my pre-requisite feelings on the artist.

I can’t get over how much of a fucking nerd Raven sounds like, I can’t take her voice seriously.

Also Weiss your semblance can do six different things why are you surprised some who can summon portals can also turn into a bird

Also? Weiss what actually is magic to you? If the manipulating of elements and physics (gravity dust) and the fact that anyone can be born with power to do whatever isn’t magic then I really want to know what ability/power would be outlandish to you and your ability to control time and space

Also?? Raven just said she know people can come back from the dead??? If I recall correctly, the writers made a big stink about making sure pyrrha would be seen as dead and gone but I guess it was a gatcha!moment all along.

good crit: cupcakke being sexually explicit in regards to herself for her own persona/concept is okay, but when she mentions other people specifically and what she wants to do with/to them, it becomes extremely uncomfortable and maybe she should dial it back a bit and establish some boundaries

bad crit: sending cupcakke death threats, specifically attacking her because she’s an aggressive predatory jezebel and jungkook is an uwu azn softboi who doesn’t know what a sex is, being an overall hypocrite (ie. jumping down her throat while you post smut on public platforms, make bulge pic compilations, and all that other weird shit)

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whenever i can’t draw i always default to these losers in a shoujo-manga au.

To Jungkook you’re just a girlfriend. - pt.2

[pt.1] [p.2]


Originally posted by eatupbangtan

The more I thought about him, the more I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. But at the same time, the more I thought about this whole situation, the more I feel as though I was overreacting. He was right, I’m only his girlfriend - we’re not tied down to one another and he can hang with whoever he wants to hang out with. But her. She’s always liked Jungkook even though we’ve been together for this long, she never gave up on him and he knows what feelings she has for him. Do you blame me for being insecure? For being scared of the fact that I might end up losing the man I see my future with because of her? But it’s all too late now, there’s no use in being scared, or insecure because it all happened. Everything he ever assured you of, that they’ll only ever remain as friends, that he won’t do anything to lead her on, that he won’t hurt you like that, all those things he said, they meant nothing because those are all the things he did. 

I hear a knock on my door and I dreaded who stood behind it, but to my pleasant surprise I guess it wasn’t Jungkook.

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Dua Request

So there was this rlly amazing sister that would always end up in the prayer room at the same time as me. She would always pull treats out of her bag and wouldn’t let you leave without sharing some with her because she wanted to reward of sharing and eating together. She was honestly one of the kindest and warm people I have ever met in my life.

I didn’t see her for a while so I figured she left or moved or something… But one day a close friend if hers stopped me on my way to class and told me she had passed away. She didn’t have any family and lived alone… So can you guys do me a huge favour and pray for her? Her name was Maryam

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I’m only 18

Originally posted by hopeinloveinfinity

GIF NOT MINE

Request: Can you do a oneshot where the reader is an avenger and 18, she meets the team and the guys are being super flirty with her but have no idea that’s she is 18 and when they find out, they’re embarrassed about flirting with her :). Sorry if this super specific and long

Warning: No?


Being the new avenger was exciting. I had been able to shape shift into any person or animal that I wanted to since I was 5 years old. I scared my mother the day I turned into a dog. She could move things with her mind and she wasn’t sure of what I could do until the day we were eating dinner and I decided to act like a dog and turned into one. 

Since then, I would do small things like tricking my friends or I would turn into a bird and fly away. Like Spider-Man, I decided to use it for good. What really caught the public’s eye, was the day a grizzly bear stopped a gas station robbery. That same day Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff showed up at my house. They explained to me and my mother that they wanted me to join the avengers. Naturally, my mother put up a fight and said I was too young, but I am 18 so legally I can go. Waving goodbye to my mother 6 months later and I was officially part of the team. 

“You should turn into a cat, then when the team crowds around, turn into yourself.” Tony suggested. 

“I can’t” I laughed at him, “When I shape shift, My clothes don’t change with me so I can’t turn back until I’m in my room, usually.” 

“We’ll see about that.” He started thinking to himself. 

“Guys this is y/n” Nat called out t the team.

“Hello” I waved to everyone “I know who you all are already, I read the file.” 

“Nice to meet you” Steve shook my hand. “We didn’t hear much about you, it was suppose to be a surprise.” 

I smiled, looking around the room at the team. I noticed Sam, Bucky, Thor, Peter, and Steve were looking me up and down. I met Sam’s eyes and he winked at me and gave a slow nod of admiration. Bucky looked away quickly, Steve also winked, Thor smirked at me and then walked away, and Peter quickly turned around and started a conversation with Wanda. I noticed Clint and Bruce were watching the same thing I was and looked at me and then the guys and shook their heads. 

Originally posted by chrisandchips

Once everything was finally settled, I made my way to the kitchen to get a small snack, I had finally finished unpacking. I was searching for a snack when I hear someone speak up behind me.

“Nickle for your thoughts?” Steve spoke calmly

“I’m pretty sure it’s penny.” I laughed at him

“I just think your thoughts are worth more” he smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“Really?” I rolled my eyes “That’s so lame” 

“What?” He moved a tad bit closer leaning on the counter. “I just wanted to start a conversation.” He chuckled. 

“So start” I reached for the box of cheez-its, but it was too far up. Steeve reached up above my head and grabbed it. I couldn’t help but look at his bicep. Quickly looking down when our eyes met.

“Like what you see?” Steve smirked “There’s more underneath.” 

I blushed at first and then realized, he is old, I’m still 18 and I don’t think he knows that. Instead of telling him, I laughed at him and walked away. 

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

The next person to talk to me was Sam Wilson. I had wandered into the theater room and put a movie in. Sam saw this and wanted to join.

“Can I join you?” He asked as I made my self comfortable on the love-seat, taking up most to the small couch. 

“Sure if you can fit” I joked, moving my legs slightly.

“I played tetris as a kid.” He smirked at me coming closer to the couch.

“Your point?” I asked slightly confused.

“I can make it fit.” He winked at me. I didn’t even react, I just had a straight face and I realized that he didn’t know my age as well, and just like Steve I didn’t tell him. 

Originally posted by tbholland

Peter Parker approached me the next day, as I made my way to the kitchen, he tapped my arm.

“Morning y/n” He greeted me with a warm smile.

“Mornin’ Pete” I smiled back. He followed me into the kitchen. 

“Hey y/n,” He got my attention back to him “Can you feel my shirt?”

“Excuse me?” I asked, confused. 

“I’m serious” He held out the bottom of his shirt and I touched the soft fabric.

“What about it?” I was still confused.

“Does it feel like boyfriend material?” I asked seriously. I laughed at him as my cheeks slightly turned red.

“Absolutely not” Tony cut in “Not allowed.” 

Originally posted by little--batman

“Why do guys have to be such jerks?” My friend Andrea spoke to me on the phone. I had her on speaker while me, Wanda and Nat sat in the living room.

“I know how you feel Ann. What we need is a genie” I joked. “Three wishes would be nice.” 

“That would help a lot actually” Nat joined

“What’s one thing you would wish for?” Wanda asked “ I would wish for world peace. Typical I know.”

“I’ll have to think about that.” Andrea said on the phone. 

“Ditto” Nat spoke up, thinking quietly.

“I would wish for the perfect guy” I joked, earning a small chuckle from Nat.

“Here I am.” Bucky stood in front of us “What are your other two wishes?”

I couldn’t handle this anymore. I had to tell them how old I was before this got worse. I found it funny but I can’t be this cruel.

“Hey guys” I spoke up walking into the kitchen causing everyone to look at me “I have done some thinking.. Some of you, not naming who, have tried to flirt with me.” all the guys looked at each other. “As flattering as that is, I think you should know something about me, and maybe this will make you rethink some things.” I tried to fight the smile forming on my face. “I’m only 18.” 

Originally posted by you-didnt-see-that-cuming

Every single guy, except for Peter, Tony, Bruce, Clint, and Vision, went pale. They froze and looked at each other.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US BEFORE” Sam yelled, obviously embarrassed.

“I thought it was funny” I laughed at them

“I already knew that” Peter winked at me

“Lady y/n” Thor looked up from the ground “ I wasn’t sure of your age so I didn’t say anything, but I did not expect that” 

“I feel horrible” Steve apologized. Bucky couldn’t bring himself to say anything as he continued to stare at the ground.

There was a long awkward silence as we slowly continued our business. 

“Wait, You guys hit on her?” Tony raised his voice.

Top 13 Most Fuckable Women in Dragon Age (according to me, a lesbian)

Honorable Mention: Shale

Shale is 8 feet tall and butch, which is super hot, but also made of rock, which would make her really difficult to fuck. Shale, however, not only finds sex disgusting, she also no longer identifies as a woman and therefore does not make the main list. But if I possibly could fuck Shale, I absolutely would.

13. Wynne

Wynne ranks last mostly because she’s like a billion years old, and furthermore, she knows more than me, and that intimidates me sexually. If I fucked Wynne she’d be giving me instructions the whole time, and not in the sexy way either. Afterwards she would pat me kindly on the cheek and tell me I did a good job but I’d be able to tell that she was just being indulgent. I would fuck Wynne but I would feel a little weird about it.

12. Morrigan

Morrigan is super hot and kind of evil, which is also hot. However, there is the distinct possibility that she would turn into a giant spider mid-coitus. And beyond that, Morrigan is an obvious virgin and closeted lesbian who doesn’t know she’s a lesbian yet. You’d have to show her how to do everything. Also she’d take your stuff, and possibly your sperm. Still hot, though. I would fuck Morrigan, and I’m not sure if I’d be relieved or disappointed if she didn’t do the spider thing.

11. Cassandra

Cassandra could break me in half, which is a quality I find attractive in a woman, but she’s also, like, a Templar? And kind of a cultural imperialist?  She also doesn’t know that she’s a lesbian yet, so she has some of the same issues as Morrigan. Less likely to steal your sperm. I would fuck Cassandra but I wouldn’t discuss politics with her.

10. Tallis

Fucking Tallis would be the complete logical equivalent of fucking Felicia Day in cosplay, which I am told is the nearest and dearest fantasy of millions of awkward male nerds. I would fuck Tallis because she seems cute and fun, but especially to spite a million awkward male nerds.

9. Velanna

Velanna is probably a virgin but I have no doubt in my mind that she’s a top, and if we fucked she’d hold me suspended in the air with those vines while she called me a dirty shem, and I’d leave the experience aching but hungry for more. I would fuck Velanna and discover dozens of horrifying things about myself in the process.

8. Aveline

Unlike Velanna, Aveline is a married woman and she knows a thing or two about a thing or two. And I bet she has a spectacular full-body blush. Aveline has sweet muscles, big titties, and a caring heart, and would definitely make you breakfast the next morning. I would love to fuck Aveline, if I could manage to convince her I was interested.

7. Merrill

Merrill doesn’t seem to know much about fucking women, but I bet she’d learn fast, and then bring all sorts of fun things into the bedroom. Also she would move into my house and braid flowers into my hair, which is exactly what I want. I would fuck Merrill and then tenderly hold her close and tell her all about how she’s right about everything and that I will support her always and if anyone is ever mean to her that I’ll eat them alive.

6. Sigrun

I don’t actually find Sigrun especially attractive but she ranks this high because I just love her so much. Just so much you guys. Sigrun deserves to be fucked good and then told how valued and precious and worthy and loved she is. Sigrun deserves every single good thing in the world. I wouldn’t fuck Sigrun, but I would make tender attentive love to her, and then devote myself completely to the preservation of her well-being.

5. Vivienne

I would love to fuck Vivienne but this is actually impossible. Madame Vivienne de Fer does not do anything as crass as fucking. Vivienne would scoff at my pathetic attempts at what I call sex. Vivienne knows sexual secrets that I dare not even begin to comprehend. If she lowered herself to do so, Vivienne would fuck me, and only if I was really, really lucky.

4. Sera

Sera would make sex the absolute most fun. There is a non-zero risk of bees, but it is a risk I am willing to take. If Sera wanted to involve bees in our sex life, I doubt I would be able to tell her no. I would joyfully fuck Sera, then high-five her, then we draw cartoons on the wall while naked, then fuck her again.

3. Isabela

Isabela is hands-down the hottest woman in Thedas and fucking her would be an absolute privilege. I would fuck Isabela and then reminisce about it on my deathbed, because I’m certain it would just be that good. Also, I bet she has nice calloused sailor’s hands. Mm.

2. Leliana

Leliana has been around the block, and I rank her higher than Isabela just because I bet Leliana would be a really sweet and attentive lover. She would make eye contact and hum little songs and compliment your hair and it would be an all-around fantastic experience. She also might write a song about you and then travel around singing it in taverns, which is the primary thing I look for in a woman.

1. Josephine Montilyet

Josephine Montilyet is the alpha and the omega of fuckable Dragon Age women. She is beautiful, intelligent, charming and attractive, and also rich, and not even a little bit crazy. You genuinely can’t do any better than Josephine Montilyet. I would fight a duel for Josephine Montilyet, declare my undying love for her, propose on one knee to her, marry her in an elaborate spare-no-expense ceremony, kiss her tenderly at the altar, move into her seaside villa, and there, in the warm moonlight, in her huge bed, fuck her.

Then we raise a big lesbian family together and I brush her hair and rub her shoulders every night.

~College!au Pen Pal Jungkook~ PART TWELVE

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Originally posted by jkguks

“Oh, Jungkook! Hey!” You gave a weak smile and waved your hand. You then noticed Y/F/N standing behind him, an amused look on her face. Of course she was here.

Giving a confused wave back, he asked again, “Did you want to tell me something?”

Jimin nudged you with his elbow while Taehyung looked at you with side eyes, signaling you to speak. Shaking your head, you chuckled, “Nope.”

“You sure? I thought I heard you say–”

“Kookie, she said no. Can we go now, please?” Y/F/N whined, tugging at Jungkook’s long sleeved shirt. You remembered that shirt. That was the shirt he wore when you two got pizza one night on a quest to find his pen pal. You were both laughing at something silly and he ended up with lemonade all over it. You mentally shook your head at the wrong timing for remembering a nice memory.

“Y/F/N,” Jungkook sighed. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, you were no longer frowning. He seemed annoyed. 

“Well? Tell him Y/N, you don’t have anything to say,” Y/F/N gestured you to continue. 

Just as you were about to speak, Jimin interjected. “And if I remember, it was Jungkook asking the question, not you, bitch.” 

You gaped at what Jimin said while Jungkook shouted, “Hyung!”

You looked at Y/F/N who was red in the face and staring straight at you. Don’t you dare, she spoke with her beady eyes.

“Go on, Y/N, tell him,” Taehyung urged, pushing you froward towards Jungkook. He adjusted the beanie on his head, looking between the three of you, confused as hell. 

“Tell me what?”

You looked down and Jimin sighed. If you weren’t going to tell him, he was. “That that girl over there? Yeah, she isn’t your pen pal!”

Jungkook flicked his eyes toward Y/F/N, who placed a hand on her heart as if accused of murder. 

“How can you say that? She is.”

“Really, and when was the last time you actually texted her through the pen pal email, hm?”

“Not since I got her number but–”

“Try it, then. Text her. See if Y/F/N’s phone dings,” Taehyung crossed his arms, staring at the phone in Jungkook’s hand. Boys, what are you doing, you thought.

“Why would I need to prove that? She knows me like my pen pal knows me.”

“But does she act the same way? Certain obvious compatible aspects of your pen pal, she might act like. But really, if you met her without knowing she was your pen pal, would you believe that? I don’t think so. And I don’t think you do either. There’s something off about her, right? She’s too…forced.” Jimin gazed over at you. You were fiddling with your fingers avoiding eye contact with Jungkook.

“What are you saying?”

“That she’s not your pen pal! She’s not the girl you’ve grown to like so much!” Taehyung sighed, exasperated. “Just text her.”

Jungkook began to unlock his phone, eyes flickering to you. What did you have to do with all of this? Was it because Y/F/N was your friend?

He typed a simple message and heard the send sound from his phone. Closing your eyes in anticipation, you waited.

Then, your phone dinged.

All eyes were on you and you slowly reached into your back pocket. Turning on the phone the name, ‘Jungkookieeeee’ was seen with his message underneath. It was a simple question mark. 

Looking back up at Jungkook, you could only say two words, “I’m sorry,” and rushed out like your life depended on it. Why were you so cowardly sometimes? Why did you always run away from your problems in hopes of them never following you?


Jungkook watched as you shoved past him, his hand nearly grabbing your wrist but you slipped away. His heart shattered.

“There. Now you know,” Jimin said. 

“I’m gonna go find Y/N,” Taehyung spoke, softly, and swiftly left the library.

“It was Y/N?” Was the first thing to exit Jungkook’s mouth. Then it struck him as if it were obvious. Both you and his pen pal understood him in ways nobody else has. When others would make fun, you’d comfort. Sure, Y/F/N had that sarcastic nature that his pen pal had, a quite forced one, but she was no you.

You did it without even trying. You were witty and never failed to make him laugh, even while he was in distress. Then he realized, once he let you go, he didn’t do much laughing anymore. Most of the laughs he shared with Y/F/N were fake and forced, almost like he wanted them to be true since she was his pen pal after all. 

“It was this whole time,” Jimin confirmed. Then Jungkook became angry. Turning to Y/F/N who looked terrified, he fumed “Why the hell would you do that?”

“Kookie,” She pleaded, reaching for his hand, which he yanked back. 

“No. How could you do that to not only me, but Y/N, your own friend?”

“How could you be defending her right now!? Either way she lied to you!”

“And you think if she told me the truth when she was ready that I wouldn’t accept it? That no matter what, I would hate her? I know Y/N. I’ve known Y/N for months. I know every habit, every small detail she probably doesn’t know about herself. And you think I’d let that–her–go because she failed to give me information? Sure, I wanted it bad as hell, but there’s two of us. She wasn’t ready and if I got mad, I would be being selfish. I have no right to be angry when she was uncomfortable with me knowing who she was. And here I am, in loss of one of my best friends. Hell, I was in love with her!”

It was then, Jungkook realized, just how much he cared for you. Not only in a way of a best friend. No, he cared about you a lot more than that. He used to want nothing more than for you to be in his arms. He wanted to be the reason you were smiling and laughing. 

And now he’s done the opposite. He pushed you away and caused you so much pain and loneliness. Oh, how much he wanted to go back to that first night when you were cuddled on your bed in your dorm room, unaffected to what was going on this moment. He wanted to hold you tighter than he ever did, bury his head in your neck, and never let go.

“You–you were?”

Nodding his head, Jungkook continued, “I was starting to even forget about my pen pal. I just used her as an excuse to hang out with Y/N. I don’t think you understand what you ripped from me. I betrayed her. She wanted to explain but it was because of you she couldn’t. She was so terrified of what you could do, what lies you would tell me, that she stayed quiet and allowed her to be used. She was suffering and it was all because of me,” Jungkook let out a breath of air.

“Even after lying to you, you’d still run back to her?” Y/F/N muttered.

“In a heartbeat.”

“I–I’m sorry. For everything.” 

“A simple sorry isn’t going to cut it for you. I don’t even know who you are. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to find my girl.”


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Part 13???👀(now that you’ll have to wait until possibly tmm forrrr)

EXO REACTION

your relationship being exposed during an interview

XIUMIN

Xiumin would have made a minor slip up while talking on the phone during an interview to a lucky fan by accidentally calling your name instead of the fans which would leave him a mumbling mess, trying to fix the mess he had made.

“…Yes up course I can y/n. Wait no im sorry, its just- I was- it uhmm,  your name, sounded really similar to someone I know, I apologize.”

“wait who’s y/n????”

Originally posted by ohhsenshine

SUHO

Suho would have been seen the day before with you getting out of a restaurant whilst holding hands, and in the interview they were quick to call him out asking who the mysterious girl truly was, making him throw out a quick reply followed by a grin.

“she’s my girlfriend actually”

Originally posted by suhomysuho

LAY

One of the questions asked in the interview was which one of the members stayed up latest at night, and all the members quickly pointed to lay, making the interviewer ask him what he did so late in the middle of the night.

“I sometimes video chat my girlfriend abroad actually”

Originally posted by kaiauch

BAEKHYUN

There had been a post swarming around of an image of at a party, which demonstrated in the background a couple kissing, you and Baekhyun to be exact. Despite trying to push the questions away, the interviewer kept insisting. 

“She’s actually my girlfriend, however I’d appreciate if no one asked about her, or tried figuring out who she is, since we don’t want her or our relationship in the limelight.”

Originally posted by pathkode

CHEN

There had been rumors going around saying Chen was dating, when suddenly in an interview, all the members where playing an image guessing game, using pictures sent in by fans, when a picture of you asleep came up and everyone turned to look at Chen who began giggling. 

“Ahh my jagi, she’s a keeper isn’t she?”

Originally posted by ohbaekhyuns

CHANYEOL

Chanyeol had been doing an interview, when the young female interviewer started throwing advances at him, and openly flirting. He was quick to shut her down, and at the same time let everyone know he was off the market.

“Actually, I don’t think my girlfriend would like this very much.”

Originally posted by sehunsi

D.O

In a recent interview, the members had been asked if any of them were seeing someone, when everyone immediately turned to look at Kyungsoo, making him flush bright red.

“Wait no, this isn’t fair. Whys everyone looking at me? Y/N wont appreciate this.”

Originally posted by teyuns

KAI

When asked the question everyone always looked forward to in any interview, kai quickly admitted to dating someone as he didn’t want it to be kept a secret anymore 

“Yeah I am seeing someone actually. She’s just great.”

Originally posted by j-jennie

SEHUN

In a backstage interview, when asked who bullied the members the most, Junmyeon admitted to being ganged up on by you and Sehun, saying you two were a deadly duo, and letting the part where you were Sehuns girlfriend slip, making the maknae burst out laughing.

“Actually, Sehun and his girlfriend Y/N always bully us. They’re really evil together its almost like an otherworldly force.”

“Yah!”

Originally posted by chenudes

~Admin Ari♡

To Build A Home - Chapter 1

This is my first ever (Human AU) Sanders Sides fic, and to be honest, I’m kind of terrified about posting it but the lovely @toxicsanders and @tinysidestrashcaptain convinced me to give it a shot so I hope you enjoy it :)


Warnings: Mentions of past child abuse, insecure thoughts, no more I can think of for this particular chapter but if you want me to add any then let me know!

Pairings: Logan/Patton (Logicality)

Summary: There was a long silence as Virgil processed the words, his eyes darting between the pair of them. “Y-You-” he swallowed heavily. “You want to adopt me?”

This was a joke. Surely, it was a joke. Nobody ever wanted him. Nobody had ever shown the slightest bit of interest in adopting him. ”

Virgil never believed he was good enough for a loving family until the day that Patton and Logan walked into the orphanage.


Also found on Ao3 here 



“Today’s the day.”

“I have a good feeling about this one!”

“It’s going to happen.”

Virgil tried to ignore the excited voices of the other children as he silently ate his breakfast. He didn’t want to think about what was going to happen later that day. He knew what was going to happen, but he wanted to pretend that it wasn’t. What he really wanted to do was crawl back into his bed and sleep the entire afternoon away, but he couldn’t do that. He had to help tidy up and then make himself look presentable because that very afternoon they would have visitors. They would be meeting the people that could potentially become their new families.

Virgil had been in the orphanage for almost a year. He had been through many of these interviews before, and he had been passed up every single time. Nobody wanted him, nobody liked him. He was too quiet, too awkward, too shy, too anxious, too much of this and not enough of that. Virgil had heard every reason and every possible excuse, and though he didn’t blame those people for not wanting to adopt him, it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt him. Also, it was a known fact that the older you got, the less likely you were to be adopted and with Virgil just having celebrated his ninth birthday, his chances of adoption were getting slimmer.

He tried -and failed- to cast all these negative thoughts aside as he pushed away his half eaten plate of food.

“Are you sure you’ve had enough to eat, Virgil?” the matron Diane asked, observing him with a frown. Virgil nodded and she sighed. “Very well. Head upstairs and get ready. Today could be your lucky day.”

Virgil doubted that but he wasn’t going to give up a chance to stand up and scurry from the room.



It was an interesting interviewing method that this orphanage had. Instead of having each child meet the potential parents individually, they were all encouraged to go and play in the enormous living-room. That way the possible new families could get to know the orphans in a comfortable and familiar environment.

While most of the kids were loud and willing to play, Virgil immediately sat himself down in the corner of the room, grabbing the nearest book he could find, and holding it in front of his face. He wasn’t actually reading it but by doing this, he could see what was going on around him.

It didn’t take long before the room was filled with people and noise, two things Virgil wasn’t entirely fond of. He kept to himself, content to watch the many adults interacting with his fellow orphans. When, after a few minutes, nobody had approached him, he felt himself relax just a little and he lowered his book.

Big mistake.

Instantly a man noticed him, and within seconds was making his way over. Virgil panicked. Sure, the man looked kind but that could all be an act? Should he get up and flee? Should he stay where he was? Virgil was still undecided on what to do when the stranger finally reached him.

“Hi!”

Go away. Go away. Go away.

“H-Hi,” Virgil mumbled, sounding as unfriendly as possible, but that didn’t deter the man.

“What’s your name?”

You don’t want me. Please leave me alone.

“Virgil.”

“Nice to meet you, Virgil,” the man said, smiling so widely that it almost blinded Virgil. “I’m Patton.”

He -Patton- suddenly gasped. “Is that Winnie The Pooh?” He was pointing at the book in Virgil’s hands and Virgil’s shrugged.

“I guess?” Truth be told, he didn’t know.

“I love Winnie The Pooh! Who’s your favourite?” Was this man for real?

“Uh….That one,” Virgil said, gesturing to a random character on his open page.

“I like Eeyore, too,” Patton said cheerfully. “He’s important to their group even if he is a bit sad, sometimes.” There was something about the way that Patton said that which made Virgil wonder if he was talking about more than just the little grey donkey.

“Yeah.”

“Why are you by yourself, Virgil?” Patton enquired.

Why indeed.

Maybe because the other kids don’t like me or want me around. Maybe I’m trying not to ruin their chances of adoption by being my usual annoying self.


“I just want to read,” Virgil lied.

“You remind me of Logan,” Patton said.

“Logan?”

“My husband. I’ll go get him!”

Wait.

“Your husband? What?”

“Yeah! Is-Is that okay?” Patton asked nervously.

“Uh, yeah, I just, why do you need to get him?” Virgil questioned.

“So he can meet you, of course,” Patton laughed before he looked apprehensive again, “if you want to.”

No. No. No.

“I… Sure.” This was not how he thought his day would go.

“Awesome!” Virgil watched as Patton crossed the room to a man who was sitting with two girls at the crafts table. He didn’t understand why Patton was showing such an interest in him. It was probably pity, Virgil decided, Patton had noticed him sitting all on his own and had felt sorry for him so he was just making an effort to be nice. Well, maybe Virgil could talk to them for a couple minutes, then they’d see how weird he was and move on.

Virgil swallowed, hiding behind Winnie The Pooh again as Patton made his way back over, the other man now in tow. He was much more serious looking than Patton, his expression rather annoyed and his shirt was splattered in paint.

“-They threw paint at me, Patton.” Virgil heard the man say as they reached him.

“Yeah, the twins will do that,” Virgil said, catching himself off guard. He didn’t usually speak unless he was spoken to, but there was something about Patton that just made him feel more relaxed.

He glanced up at the two men and Patton beamed. “Logan, this is Virgil,” he said excitedly, and in a stage whisper added, “he likes Winnie the Pooh, too!”

Patton’s partner - Logan?- peered down at Virgil through his glasses, and Virgil found himself blushing under the gaze. He wasn’t accustom to so much attention.

“Hello.”

“Salutations,” Logan replied. “Virgil, is it? Like the Roman poet?”

“The Roman poet?” Virgil replied curiously.

“Yes,” Logan nodded, “his most notable work was his last poem Aeneid where he…” Logan trailed off, his cheeks turning pink. “Never mind, you’re probably not interested.” He had learned long ago that the majority of people tended not to listen when he went off into tangents.

“No,” Virgil said quickly, “I am! I like poetry.”

“You do?” Logan asked, and somehow Patton’s smile became wider. The pair sat on the floor in front of Virgil who put aside his book to give them his full attention.

“Yeah, it’s always the best when the matron reads it to us during reading time,” Virgil said, “but she doesn’t do it much. The other kids know that I like it so they always ask her to read something else, instead.”

“Why would they do that?” Patton asked.

“Because they don’t really like me,” Virgil admitted, “hardly anybody does,” he mumbled to himself but they heard him anyway.

“Aw, kiddo,” Patton said sadly. “How could anybody not like you?”

Virgil shrugged, feeling overwhelmed again, and he returned to his book knowing that they’d get bored of him very shortly and go to greet some of the other children.

In actual fact, Logan and Patton were having a silent conversation over top of the boy’s head.

Logan knew where Patton stood, Patton loved the kid already -that was who he was- and his heart was broken over just how flat Virgil sounded. No child should be made to believe that nobody cared for them.

As for Logan, he was a tiny bit more hesitant. He liked Virgil, there was something about him that reminded Logan of his own childhood. He had been dubbed as the nerdy loser during his school years, completely without friends until Patton had come along. Patton had shown him what it was like to have somebody that truly cared for you, he had accepted him as he was, and if any of the kids here deserved that kind of love, it was Virgil.

With a small jerk of Logan’s head, Patton knew he had his answer and he almost couldn’t contain his squeal.

“Hey, Virgil?” Patton began, shaking Virgil’s shoulder slightly when the boy didn’t respond. “Kiddo?”

This time, Virgil did drop his book and jumped back from Patton. “Huh? What?” he cried and then turned red when he saw them. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said nervously. “I thought you had enough of me.”  

“Not at all,” Patton insisted. “We actually want to ask you-”

“Who the best kids are?” Virgil questioned. “Well, I guess Jesse would be okay, he’s over by the craft table.”

“Virgil-”

“Or if you want someone who plays sports then I would say-”

“Virgil.” Patton said firmly, and Virgil’s mouth snapped shut.

“Sorry,” he said softly.

“No trouble, kiddo,” Patton smiled. “We want to know if you would like to become a part of our family.”

There was a long silence as Virgil processed the words, his eyes darting between the pair of them. “Y-You-” he swallowed heavily. “You want to adopt me?”

This was a joke. Surely, it was a joke. Nobody ever wanted him. Nobody had ever shown the slightest bit of interest in adopting him.

“Yes.”

Okay, not a joke.

“Why?” Virgil asked suspiciously.

“Why not?” Logan asked.

“Because…Because…”

Because I’m bad.

Because nobody could ever love me.

How could they?

“Kiddo?”

Virgil pushed down the thoughts in his head and whispered, “because nobody wants me.”

“We do,” Patton said firmly as Logan nodded. “We think you’re a pretty great kid and we’d love to have you with us.”

“But there’s no pressure,” Logan added. “If you don’t want to then that’s okay.”

“No!” Virgil cried, startling both of them. “I do. I would like that.”

Virgil’s outburst had shocked even himself because he never usually admitted things like this but it was possible that they would be his only chance at a proper family, and if he was being truthful, he liked them. He didn’t know what it was but something about this couple made Virgil feel safer, something he had never known before.

“Okay,” Logan said. “Then let’s go sign some paperwork.”


“You want to adopt Virgil?” Diane asked for the tenth time since Logan and Patton had approached her in her office.

“Yes,” Logan replied, “why is that so hard for you to comprehend?”

“Logan!” Patton said through gritted teeth but Diane only smiled.

“I’m sorry, I must admit that I’m a little surprised is all,” she frowned. “Not many people have ever made a connection with Virgil.”

Patton’s expression turned sad. “Why not? He seems like a good kid!”

“Oh, he is,” Diane nodded but then sighed, “it’s just…Well, Virgil didn’t have an easy childhood.”

“One would assume so,” Logan mused. “Why else would he be in an orphanage?”

“Logan!”

“His birth parents are currently in prison,” Diane went on as if there’d be no interruption. “They were very abusive towards Virgil. Look,” she sat forward in her chair, folding her arms over her desk, “I’m going to be completely honest with you. Virgil is different to the other children here, most of them are only here because their parents died when they were very young. Virgil has a lot of issues, and he needs much more attention.”

“I’m going to stop you for a second,” Logan said, holding up his hand. “Are you trying to put us off adopting him?”

“No!” Diane said. “No, of course not. Like I said, he’s a good kid, I just want you to know what you’re getting into. Virgil-”

“Deserves a chance,” Patton put in. “He deserves to have the same experience as all the kids here, a loving family. We can provide that for him, we will provide that for him.”

“That is why we decided to do this,” Logan added. “We agreed that when we took on a child, we’d keep them safe, and we will.”

Diane leaned back, her eyes scanning both their faces intestenly before she seemed satisfied with their responses. “I used to worry about Virgil, you know,” she said quietly, “that he’d never find a family good enough for him. It looks like I was right,” she laughed at their offended expressions.

“But-”

“I was right,” she repeated, “because in the end, the best possible family found him instead.”



Even though they had adopted him, there was still a couple of weeks where the paperwork would need to be finalised before it could be official so Virgil was required to stay in the orphanage until then.

The other children were shocked that Virgil had been adopted, truthfully so was he, and they had made it their mission to make his last few weeks in there as uncomfortable as possible. Everyday they fed into his secret fears, telling him that it was all a joke and he didn’t really have a new family. Virgil believed they were right, it just didn’t make sense, he had never been considered for adoption before so why would he be now? Virgil tried to act nonchalant about it, pretending it didn’t bother him whether the couple returned or not, and it worked for the most part. On the day they were due to take him home, however, Virgil wasn’t fooling anybody. He spent the morning packing his very few items into a suitcase then running back and forth from his shared bedroom to the window in the front entrance.

“They’re not coming for for you, you know?” the eldest child Bobby said. “Really, who would want you ?”

Virgil didn’t reply. He was trying his best to ignore them and the nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach but as the morning turned to afternoon, and the afternoon light faded into evening, he had given up hope.

“Told you.”

“Shut up,” Virgil mumbled as the other kids snickered. He turned away from the window and dejectly started towards his room when Diane poked her head around the corner.

“Virgil, there you are,” the matron smiled. “I’ve been calling for the last five minutes. Are you ready?”

“W-What do you mean?” Virgil stammered, his brow creasing in confusion.

“Did you think they weren’t coming?” Diane questioned, her tone sympathetic. “They were just a little late, that’s all. There was plenty of traffic on the roads today.”

“Oh,” Virgil felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Go on get your things and say goodbye to the other children,” Diane said. “I will be waiting out the front when you’re ready to leave.”

Virgil almost laughed at the absurdity of that statement. He had been ready to leave the orphanage the very day he had stepped foot into it. Diane withdrew from the room and Virgil did the same, running to grab his bag before returning to the other children.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye then,” he said.

“Bye,” Jesse muttered.

“You’ll be back,” Bobby said. “They won’t want to keep you.”

The majority of these kids had been in the orphanage all their lives, and so Virgil knew they didn’t really mean the hurtful things they were saying. They were just upset that someone else had been chosen before them.

“I really hope you all find a family,” Virgil said. There was no malice behind what he said. He meant every word. He did want them all to get parents, no matter how much they had bullied him, they didn’t deserve to feel so abandoned.

“Whatever,” Bobby said. “Get out of here.”

Virgil nodded and headed towards the front door but stopped when he heard a voice speak up, “And Virgil?”

He turned back to Bobby. “Yes?”

“I hope we don’t see you back in this place ever again.”

“I hope so, too,” Virgil replied.


Diane was on the front steps with Logan and Patton when Virgil exited the building. “Hi,” he said shyly as he approached the three adults.

“Hey, kiddo!” Patton beamed, he restrained himself from giving Virgil a hug. “All packed up?”

“Uh, yeah,” Virgil said, holding up his bag.

“I’ll take that, Virgil,” Logan said. “We’ll let you say farewell.”

After taking Virgil’s bag and saying goodbye to Diane, the two men wandered down the stairs to their car and loaded Virgil’s things inside.

Diane turned to Virgil with a smile. “This is it,” she said. “Are you excited?”

“S-Sure,” Virgil replied, refusing to meet her eyes.

“Virgil?” Diane frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Normally getting Virgil to open up could be more difficult than pulling out teeth but perhaps it was the urgency of the situation that made him lift his head and admit what was worrying him.

“What if they send me back?”

Diane’s smile faltered as she placed a hand on Virgil’s shoulder, grateful when he didn’t recoil away from her like he had when he had first arrived into her care. “They wouldn’t do that, Virgil,” she said. “They can’t just do that.”

“But what if they do?” Virgil insisted. “What if they don’t like me? Or what if….what if they’re like my parents?”

Diane sighed, bending down to his level. “I know you don’t believe this,” she said, “but you are a very likeable kid. Patton and Logan already think you’re great, I’m quite positive that Patton decided on you the minute he met you so they won’t just want to send you back. As for them being like your parents, I can assure you that there is no way we would send you to anyone that isn’t going to love and care for you the way you deserve.”

“Okay,” Virgil mumbled, still unconvinced.

“Listen to me,” Diane said. “I want you to remember something.”

“What?”

“It’s okay to feel nervous,” she said. “In fact, it’s normal. You’re going into a new environment, you’re worried and that is okay, but I swear that you’re safe. Patton and Logan are your guardians now, and it’s their job to protect you and we’ve made sure that’s exactly what they’ll do. So don’t be afraid to ask for help if you ever need it.”

“I’m scared,” Virgil said.

“I would be amazed if you weren’t,” Diane said.

When she held out her arms for a hug, Virgil hesitated for only a moment before he responded, wrapping his arms around her neck. “Thank you,” he said, “for everything.”

There were no words to truly show his appreciation for the first adult that had ever shown him any sort of love.

“You take care, Virgil,” she said once they pulled away from each other. “Good luck, not that you will need it. You’re going to be fine.”

A tiny jerk of Virgil’s head was the only indication he had taken in anything she had said and with a final wave, he trailed down to the car.

“All set?” Patton asked him.

“Yes.”

“Then hop in.”

Virgil climbed into the backseat of the car, turning to take one last glance at the building that had been his home for the past few months. “Belt on, kiddio,” Patton commented as Logan started the car and pulled away from the curb.

Virgil clipped his seatbelt into place, watching as Diane and the orphanage got smaller the further they drove. “What do I call you?” he asked, finally tearing his gaze away and facing forward. “Do I have to call you Dad or-?” he faded off into silence.

Logan glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “Whatever makes you the most comfortable, Virgil,” he answered. “You can call us that, or you can just call us Logan and Patton. There’s no pressure.”

“Okay,” Virgil let out a small sigh of relief. “Cool,” he said, sinking back against the seat when another thought occurred to him. “Hey, what’s your last name?” he enquired. “I mean, it’s mine now, too so I just wondered what it is. That is, if you want me to have it, but i suppose you would if you’ve adopted me-”

“It’s Sanders,” Patton cut over Virgil’s rambling with a chuckle. “Our - Your surname is Sanders.”

“Oh,” Virgil replied.

Huh.

“Oh?” Logan questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Patton turned around to face Virgil. “What do you think, kiddo?”

“Not bad,” Virgil admitted, “I like it.”  He gave Patton a tiny smile which was immediately returned.

“Good,” Patton said and Virgil saw Logan reach over and squeeze his husband’s hand for a minute.

Virgil felt his smile grow wider as he took to staring out the window, watching the world go by.

Virgil Sanders.

He could get used to that.

i’m actually begging those of you who attend secret sessions this era not to leak anything and not only because it could take away the opportunity from others to experience one but because taylors blocked out everything but us for her own mental well-being and safety and by doing that she showed that she still trusts us and if any of you guys actually care about her you’re not going to take advantage of that so please just don’t like i would really rather not know anything than know at the expense of her comfort and security thank you

Some Things Are Meant to Be

NurseyDex, 7100 words, Rated Teen, AU, Fake Relationship, Meet Cute, Wedding, Fluff (here on AO3)


“You want another one?” Will yelled, and Chris made some sort of loud, affirmative noise from the living room.

Will took a second beer from the fridge, balancing both in one hand while he grabbed a container of guac with the other. He slammed the fridge door shut with his hip but misjudged the necessary force, and several papers affixed to the front floated to the ground.

“Fuck,” he muttered. He set everything on the counter and crouched down, picking up the notice about his rent going up, his reminder card for his dentist appointment yesterday, and—shit.

Will plopped down on his ass, staring down in horror at the piece of heavy cardstock in his hand. Goddamn, he can’t believe that he forgot.

“Hey, what happened to that—shit. What’s wrong? What’s that?”

Will looked up at Chris, who circled the breakfast bar and sat down in front of him. He vaguely waved the paper. “An invitation. To my ex’s wedding. It’s…it was hidden on my fridge. I forgot about it.”

“Do you still love her or something? Is this an existential crisis type of situation?”

Will rolled his eyes. “No, definitely not. But I said I was bringing someone, back when I got the invitation, and I totally forgot. It’s on Saturday.”

“And you don’t wanna go alone?”

Will made a face. “Not after I RSVP’d with a plus-one. She’s still an ex, you know? Not that you would know anything about that,” he added dryly, and Chris grinned.

“You’re just jealous of me and Cait.”

“True,” Will murmured. He stared down at the invitation and sighed. “I guess I could text her and pretend to be sick or something.”

“No, you can’t do that!” Chris plucked the invitation from his hand. “Just pretend to be dating someone and bring them.”

Will lifted his eyebrows at him. “Uh, that’s not an actual thing that people do.”

“You don’t know that!” Chris protested, and Will snorted.

“Oh, yeah? And where exactly am I supposed to find a fake boyfriend?”

Chris grinned. “So I have this friend from college.”

“Yeah, and?”

“Yeah, and I bet he’ll do it. He’d totally be down for something like this. Here, I’ll text him right now,” he said, raising his voice over the sound of Will’s seemingly-fruitless protests. He dug his phone out of his back pocket and spoke slowly as he typed. “Hey dude, you wanna pretend to be the boyfriend of my friend from work for a wedding? Saturday night.”

Will groaned, bracing his elbows on his knees as he buried his head in his hands. “Chris, you can’t just—”

“He said yes,” Chris reported, staring down at his phone, and Will’s jaw dropped.

“Are you serious?”

He scooted around to sit next to Chris, who helpfully tilted his phone so Will could see the message. Sure. He cute?

Very, Chris wrote back, and Will grimaced. “Don’t—don’t oversell it, jeez.”

“You’re super hot, Will, deal with it.”

“Is he cute?”

“Very,” Chris repeated, and Will snorted. “I’m giving him your number. His name’s Derek, by the way.”

Will sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “I have a feeling that I’m going to regret this.”

“Worst case scenario, you’ll have a great story to tell.” Chris got to his feet and held a hand out to Will to haul him up. “Grab those beers, third period’s about to start.”


Hey, sugarplum.

I don’t think I could keep a straight face if someone called me sugarplum in public.

Ok, strike that one from the list. Lovebug?

Just my name is fine. Which is Will.

And this whole thing was Chris’s idea, btw.

Oh, I have no doubt.

I just wanted to feign illness.

But this will be way more fun!

Yeah? You pretend to be people’s boyfriend often?

Nah, you’re popping my cherry.

Honeybear.

Ok, what did I say about that.

This is gonna be fun. So where’s this wedding? Saturday, right?

Yeah. Brooklyn Botanic Garden

Ooh nice. Dress code?

Suit, no tux. Should we meet up beforehand?

You know that random bar/bakery @ Union/Franklin? Wanna meet there?

Great. 6:30?

Awesome. See you then, studmuffin.

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Ravenclaw: Sometimes I wish I had

a machine that would let me feel

what Sly feels.

Ravenclaw: Then maybe I’d

understand her better.

Hufflepuff:

Hufflepuff: No you don’t.

Ravenclaw: What do you mean? Why

not?

Hufflepuff: You don’t know her

like I do. You don’t know how much

she feels every day.

Hufflepuff: It’s a lot. You don’t

want to feel it.

Hufflepuff:

Hufflepuff: It would make even

*you* cry.

Innocent as a Rose

Summary: You work for your family’s flower shop and you can’t help but notice the handsome man that comes in every week. 

Biker!Tom Holland x Florist!Reader

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by tomshollandss

Some roses.

A couple of peonies.

And maybe a few stems of baby’s breath.

There. I thought to myself, admiring my work. Our shop had a number of orders for wedding bouquets which were my favorite thing to make. I finished up the bouquet with a thin pink ribbon to keep all the flowers together. As I was fluffing the flowers and pulling some apart to make the bouquet bigger, the bell dinged signalling that a customer came in. A man about my age came in, clad in a black leather jacket. I immediately recognized him as Tom Holland, an infamous member of our city’s local gang.

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  • Kara: Kara Danvers can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh. Because she's dead.
  • Lena: *starts crying* Oh-Oh my god, I can't believe Kara died an-and I wasn't th-*hiccups* there to save her. I'M A HORRIBLE FRIEND!!!
  • Karaa: NO,NO,NO,NO. Lena, Lena,Lena I'm so sorry. I'm here ,it's me Kara Danvers your favorite cub reporter. I'm not actually de- you know what can we forget I even answered the phone like that.I was just being a dick.
  • Lena: *sniffles* Why would you tell me yo-your dead? You know I have no friends. Everyone I love is either dead or in prison.
  • Alex: *in the background* yikes.
  • Kara: I-I'm so sorry Lena, let me take you out for ice cream and a kale smoothie yeah?, *covers speaker* Alex order 3 dozen flowers and a "I'm sorry I told you I was dead card".
  • Alex: Already done.
  • Lena: *hiccups* Okay.
Mystery

Pairing: Peter Parker x Barton!Reader

Request:

Can I get a request where the reader is Clint’s Daughter and it’s reader x Peter?            


Peter has created a chatroom: hello my beautiful girlfriend that i love so much

Peter has added Y/N.

Peter:

Peter: Me last night when you wanted me to help you design your new suit.

You:

You: Me last night when you showed me designs you made just for me.

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