idk i got bored and thought this would be a cute idea

When you are best friends with Rocky and you two like to do a lot of skinship

Thanks for requesting~ I really hope you like this and if not, please tell me~ ^^

I REALLY HAD A HARD TIME CHOOSING OMG I WANTED TO DO THIS OF MJ BUT LIKE ROCKY??? I’LL DO AN MJ SCENARIO LATER T-T ah this idea is so cute i died a few times while writing this oh lord TuT i feel like this could be better though… it was hard to stuff fluff in here idk >< tell me what you though about this! >< I REALLY LOVE THE IDEA!

Words: 1102

Fluff like not in a really romantic way idek

Requested by @goddammitdanyul ♥

Originally posted by astro-moonbinrockytrash

You gave Minhyuk a look. ”Are you challenging me?” you asked, eyeing the basketball in his hands.

“You said it, not me,” he grinned and bounced the ball a few times.

ASTRO didn’t have any schedules on that day so you were hanging out with them. You didn’t even know how you had befriended the idols, it just… happened? One day you met them and the other you were already friends. It had been really easy to befriend them even though they were idols. They were really easygoing and nice and at the moment they didn’t have much to do besides practice.

You tugged Bin’s sleeve. “Help me.”

He looked at you and then at Minhyuk. “Nah, I think you’re going to have to deal with him on your own.”

You let out a sigh and turned to Minhyuk. “Get ready to get your ass beaten,” you threatened him while slowly approaching him.

“Oh, yeah?” he looked amused. “Just like last time when you almost cried over the fact that I won?”

You frowned. “I did not.”

“Whatever,” he grinned. “The one who scores ten points first wins.”

“What’s the prize?” you asked.

“A piggyback ride to the convenience store nearby.”

“Call,” you agreed.

You lost. It was a close match though, you almost won.

Minhyuk grinned widely when he hopped on your back. You let out a heavy sigh before you seven walked - well, basically it was six since Minhyuk wasn’t walking - to the nearest convenience store to buy something to drink.

Once you got there, Minhyuk got off your back and you all disappeared to different aisles, trying to decide what to buy. You went straight to the drinks aisle.

“What are you going to get?” a pair of arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind.

“I don’t know,” you said. “You?” you asked him - who was none other than Minhyuk.

“Hmm,” he hummed, looking at the shelf filled with soft drinks. “Fanta. Want to share?” he asked.

“I don’t really feel like drinking Fanta,” you stated. “I’m not too thirsty anyway, so I guess I’ll just save my money for another time.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, letting go of you and getting a small bottle of Fanta from the shelf. You nodded and you two went over to the others who were already waiting at the cashier.

“If I didn’t know you two, I’d believe you are dating,” Jinwoo said as you all paid for your stuff and left the store. Minhyuk had his arm around your waist and that wasn’t unusual at all. You were surprised pictures of situations like these weren’t all over the internet. No one knew about you and ASTRO being friends and you were really surprised by that. They did wear masks and hoods, caps or beanies when you were hanging out outside the company building so that was probably the reason no one had caught you yet. Even you had a hard time telling them apart when they were “in their disguise”.

“I know them and I still think they are secretly dating,” Sanha stated and you and Minhyuk just chuckled in response.

“How was your week, by the way?” Dongmin asked you. “Did anything happen?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

“Must be nice…” Sanha sighed. “You have so much free time… I’m jealous.”

“You should be grateful for what you have,” Minhyuk poked him with his free arm.

“I am!” Sanha rubbed his arm. “It’s just that it sounds so nice to have a lot of free time…”

The others agreed with him but you knew they were all grateful for what they had.

“Are you going to go practice in the evening?” you asked them after a brief silence.

“We probably have to,” Jinwoo said, taking a sip out of the Cola Myungjun had bought.

“Are you going to come to the practice room too?” Minhyuk asked you.

“Would you mind me coming?”

Everyone shook their head. “Of course not.”

You laughed at the way the guys warmed up before starting practice. They danced to girl group songs, played around and laughed a lot. You were happy to see them enjoying themselves. That was until they started practicing seriously. Their smiles faded away - though at times they flashed a cheeky smile after doing a small mistake - and their expressions were serious. You admired them from the side.

They are so cool…

You were very grateful and happy about the fact that you had met them. It’s not like you couldn’t live without them - actually, life without them did sound a little frightening now that you thought about it - but you were thankful that they were around. You had your own lives, they had their idol lives and you had your normal, sometimes boring life. Still, meeting each other every now and then was always just as fun and refreshing. They were almost like a source of energy for you and they thought the same about you. You cheered each other up.

“Should we take a break?” Bin asked, panting heavily after they had gone through their new song’s tiring choreography a few times.

Everyone agreed to a five-minute break. They grabbed their bottles of water and sat or lied down to catch their breath. Minhyuk came over to you and sat down next to you on the floor.

“How many weeks do you have left until the comeback?” you asked him.

“Three,” he drank some water. “What do you think? Were we terrible?”

You chuckled. “Not at all.”

“Looking from here,” Sanha said from the other side of the room, making you two look at him. “It totally looks like you two are dating.”

“Oh, shut up,” Minhyuk threw him with the small towel he had been holding and Sanha laughed.

You two were sitting opposite the mirrored wall of the practice room. You looked at the reflection of you and Minhyuk. He was leaning on you like he always did. It wasn’t uncomfortable or annoying, you actually liked it. But seeing your reflection from the mirror made you feel a little weird about it.

“What is it?” Minhyuk asked when you weren’t saying anything.

“Nothing,” you smiled and looked away from the mirror.

You liked the fact that you two were so close. Minhyuk always treated you nicely and you liked hanging out with him and the others. Even though you were best friends, you couldn’t help but wonder… Did Minhyuk treat all his friends like he treated you or was there possibly something behind all the skinship he did with you?

Cute Librarian - Jason Todd x Reader

Prompt: What about Jay coming home to his SO rearranging their bookcase(s)? Like IDK if they got bored, tired of the mess, or are in need of something cathartic, but Jay just comes home to them surrounded with stacks of books and he starts helping. Good old fashioned domestic bookworm fluff

Jason was welcomed home to a loud crash sounding out in the other room. Immediately he was on edge, ready to defend himself.

“Fuck! Seriously?” You groaned out from the same direction that the loud noise came from. Jason’s guard lowered and shook his head in amusement at you. He wasn’t even close to prepared to the sight he would see when he turned the corner.

You were sitting amongst stacks upon stacks of books cross legged as collected the books that had just fallen out of their stack. You were in your most comfortable sweats and one of Jason’s oversized hoodies with your hair carelessly thrown into a messy bun. It was the most beautiful sight that Jason had ever seen.

“What are you doing?” He asked with a chuckle.

“I’m trying to sort our books. I was trying to find Pride and Prejudice the other and I couldn’t find it so I figured I’d make some sort of sense out of our collections so that I don’t have to search too hard ever again.” You replied cheerily as you sorted the books into whatever system you had come up with.

Our collection?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah our collection. I figured I’d marry our collections! I’m over here enough that it just makes sense. Don’t you want to have a collection large enough to rival that of Bruce Wayne?” You asked temptingly. Something ached deep in Jason’s thought at the thought of you being committed enough to want to leave all of your books at his place. He liked the idea of the two of you settling down like this more than he’d care to admit.

“You hate it don’t you?” You asked after Jason didn’t respond. Your voice sounded hurt and rejected.

“No, no! It’s not that! I love that you’re moving your collection here it’s just … shouldn’t we be living together before you go and mess with how I organize my books?” He asked.

“I was kind of hoping this would be a big enough hint that I wanted to take that next step with you.” You admitted, toying at the indented script at the spine of his copy of Crime and Punishment. Jason found himself a place to sit amongst all the books and took your hand in his, gently squeezing to get your attention.

“Yeah, let’s do it.” He said.

“Really?” You asked. Jason nodded in response. You let out an excited squeal and threw yourself at him. Jason was knocked backwards at the force of your embrace and he fell on a pile of books, causing them to slide everywhere. He was pretty sure it was your worn copy of The Canterbury Tales that was stabbing him in the back right now. Any thoughts of discomfort fell away when you started peppering his face with kisses.

“Hey babe?” He asked when he attempted to shift his body to a more comfortable position only to have three more books painfully press themselves against his back.

“Yeah?” You asked, completely unaware.

“I love you but I’m pretty sure Moby Dick is halfway up my ass right now.” Jason said, wincing slightly.

“Oh!” You cried, immediately getting off of him. “Sorry.” You apologized sheepishly. Jason sat up and pushed a strand of hair that had fallen out of your bun behind your ear.

“It’s alright, really. So how are we sorting these?” Jason asked looking around at the seemingly mismatched piles of books.

“I’ve been sorting them by genre and then alphabetizing them by author.” You explained.

“What was wrong with the system I was using?” Jason asked. You snorted in response and continued on with the section that you were sorting before Jason got home.

“Jay. You had no system. You had the Kamasutra next to Lord of the Flies and fucking Metamorphosis next to the Anna Karenina. I’m pretty sure that defies so many laws of nature.” You criticized.

“Everything had it’s place and I knew it’s place. It worked out.” He defended with a casual shrug.

“Can we try it my way for now?” You asked.

“Of course.”

Just A Click Away - Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by koenigreus

Prompt : Reader has to choose between her sweet online friend and her cute blind date. (not my gif)

 Warnings : nada 

 Word count : 2.7k 

 A/N : Italics = messages 

I kinda miss writing Peter Parker stuff, so i decided to post this. I might write some more, so if you want something, ask me here. If i get some i like, ill write.

Read my other shit : I Have To Keep You Safe : Part 1 Part 2  Part 3

It had all started a few months back, you meeting Peter. It was by chance really, a bit of dumb luck. You had joined this dumb website your friends had told you about. It was a way for teenagers to meet other kid near them and make friends. Most people used the site inappropriately, for sexting or something crazy, but you were just bored. 

 You had talked to a few guys, a girl here and there and they were all the same. The guys usually started out with “send a pic (;” and you would automatically close the chat. A few tried to start an actual conversation, but you knew their true intentions. You were close to giving up as a whole, and spending your time elsewhere, until you met Peter. 

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No Boys!

Pairing: Fred x Reader

Request: SO I HAVE THIS IDEA because the girl’s dormitories have this spell on them saying “As the founders considered boys to be less trustworthy they put a spell on the stairwell to prevent boys from entering that caused the stairs to turn into a slide“ and i thought that would be really cute if fred and george tried to find a way to sneak in! love your writing!!

A/N: Sorry for being away for so long, I’ll try and be more active! I’ve had major Fred and George feels of late… Do any of you guys sometimes have Fred days and George days?? because some days I’m like ‘yeah George would be so sweet and cute and maybe a little shy when talking to Y/n’ but some days I’m like ‘yeS Fred would be so outgoing and flirty and stuff to her’ and idk some days I’m in a Fred mood and some days I am in a George mood can anyone relate whatsoever? ramble over, enjoy the story folks

Squicks: None

“Why are boys less trustworthy anyway?” Fred asks with his arms crossed. Angelina and Katie had just walked into the boy’s dormitory to talk to Oliver, as well as Hermione having a deep discussion with Harry and Ron.

“They can all come into our dorms, but we can’t go into theirs, what’s up with that?” Fred adds.

“What does it matter? If they’re always coming in here, then why would we need to go in there?” George asks as Fay Dunbar also walked into the room.

“Because, Georgie, that isn’t the point,” Fred tuts. Before he could continue supporting his argument, Ginny walked in as well,

“Merlin, not you too!” Fred exclaims, throwing his arms up in the air and earning a strange look from Ginny,

“What’s his problem now?” Ginny asks in a bored tone to George,

“He’s debating the flaws in this school’s feminism and how we as men don’t have the same rights as women,” George replies, not looking up from his book.

“Why can’t boys go into the girl’s dorms anyway?” Fred argues,

“Because boys mess up things,” Ginny responds, “we’ve got everything in our dorms where they should be, whereas if we were to mess up anything in here I’d say it wouldn’t make much of a difference” she continues, looking around the cluttered and unorganised room,

“Still… I think we should be just as entitled to go into your dorms as much as you lot come into ours,” Fred grumbles.

“Who do you want to see in there anyway?” Ginny asks with a sly smile, getting George to join back into the conversation,

“That’s a good point actually, what do you want to go in there for anyway?”

“It’s not to see anyone,” Fred objects defensively, “it’s about the principles and equality, I personally stand for equal rights between the sexes, and I also happen to believe—“

“You want to go in and see Y/n don’t you,” Ginny says matter-of-factly.

“Ah yeah, the (h/c) girl, that’d be right,” George agrees,

“Shut up, that’s not why I want to go in there, and I don’t want to go in there anyway, it’s probably all tidy and pink and smelling like flowers or whatever you girls spray in there,”

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind seeing you either,” Ginny says as if Fred hadn’t even opened his mouth,

“I bet she would, we’re going to have to come up with a loophole to get you in there, ay Freddie?” George says, nudging his brother with his elbow.

“Look, I’m as keen to break the school rules as the next guy, but I am not doing this just to see Y/n, alright?”


It had been about a full week and somehow the rule-breaking masterminds of Hogwarts were unable to figure a way around the darn ‘no boys’ rule.

“So let’s go over it again,” George says for maybe the fourth time, “when a guy tries to enter the girl’s dorm, the—“

“Stairs turn into a slide and you fall down, yes we know we’ve tried,” Fred says, resting his head in his hand and playing with his food.

“We tried going in with Ginny and it still didn’t work…” George continues,

“And we tried Polyjuice Potion, but that bloody backfired…” Fred adds, shuddering.

“There’s no gender changing potions or spells, are there?” George thinks,

“Unlikely, and even if it was, I don’t think I’d be too up for it,” Fred says, “We want to go in there as males anyway, so there’s be no point in that,”

“Thank goodness, you’re both still alive,” Y/n says as she sits in the middle of the two boys,

“Why wouldn’t we be?” George asked confusedly, while Fred sits there silently, keeping his eyes on Y/n.

“Well it’s been so quiet around here all week with no pranks, I was beginning to wonder what happened to you two,” Y/n teases.

“We’re trying to hatch a master plan,” George says, looking out the window,

“Ah, that sounds about right,” Y/n giggles, “What’re you trying to do?” she says as she looks at Fred.

“Oh, right, we’re trying to find a way to get into the girls dormitory… Strictly for equality purposes only, you know, for men’s rights and… equality,” Fred rambles, causing Y/n to laugh,

“And here I was thinking you two were just wanting to drop in to say hello,” She smiles,

“Well, maybe that too,” Fred smiles back.

“So,” George interrupts, “We are trying to find a loophole in the rule, or a way of getting in”.

“Well it’s obvious, isn’t it?” Y/n says, earning a confused look from the twins, “just don’t go in through the door,”

“Ah yes, great idea, Y/n, why didn’t we think of that Freddie!” George says sarcastically, “We’ll just jump up seven stories into their window—“

“Or fly up…” Fred says, eyes widening as he finally understands,

“You’re both in the Quidditch team, with your own brooms, how did you not think of this earlier?” Y/n chuckles,

“We’re idiots,” George says, looking over at Fred before putting his head in his hands with shame.

“You’re a genius,” Fred says, smiling at the girl,

“You two just try to make things too complicated,” she laughs, “Hopefully I’ll see you tonight in the girl’s dorm if this plan all works out,” she says to them both, but possibly more directed at Fred.

— — That night — —

“Ready Fred?”

“Ready George,”

The twins had managed to sneak past Filch and Mrs. Norris, so that they were now on the frosty grass outside of the castle, almost directly under Gryffindor Tower.




They pushed off the ground and flew into the night’s sky, soaring upwards with the crisp air freezing their skin.

“There it is, Georgie, let’s hope this works!”

— —

Meanwhile, Y/n was sitting up in bed reading, while girls walked in and out of the dorm doing who know’s what. Y/n was waiting, hoping, for Fred and his brother to come to the window, so she could spend just a little more time with Fred. Y/n, of course, fancied Fred, and had no idea about how he felt towards her. She liked the way that he always had time for fun, even with the huge load of schoolwork they received. She loved the way that he and his brother would always come up with new and exciting tricks to do on the teachers and students. She loved how he would always have the best snarky comments to say back to someone, and always being able to make her laugh. The way his eyes sparked when he spoke about something he was passionate about was another one of her favourite things about him. She loved how—

*tap tap*

Y/n’s head snapped around to the window, to see Fred and George Weasley outside the window on their brooms, teeth chattering in the cold air.

She got up straight away to open the window, to which they flew inside and landed on the floor.

“WE DID IT!” they both cheered, high-fiving each other.

George looked around at the little circular room, taking in all of the tidiness, makeup and posters of attractive Quidditch platers above the beds, and was honestly not as impressed with the room as he thought he would be.

Fred, however, was extremely impressed with the view, as he was looking straight at Y/n.

“You did it, Fred!” She beamed as she pulled Fred in for a hug.

“Yeah, it was worth it I reckon,” he smiles.

“What, really? Our dorm isn’t really much different from yours,” she replies,

“I’m not talking about the dorm, Y/n,” Fred says, still holding Y/n in his arms. As she looked up at him, he bent his head down and kissed her on the lips. George hollered while the few girls still in the room cheered, with Ginny simply saying ‘called it’.

They both puled away from each other, their cheeks both a little pink (to which Fred claimed that the only reason his were red was from the cold outside, adding that Y/n had no excuse other than the fact that he was so incredibly sexy).

“Well now that you’ve found a way into the girl’s dorm, will I be seeing more of you in here?” Y/n asked with a smile,

“It’d be so much easier if you just came into ours, but I may make the exception for you on occasions,” Fred said, kissing her again.

opalescentobrien  asked:

oooh can you do #15 (imaginary friend au) with minghao? i'm so soft for this idea lol thanks!

AU #15 (Request from this list)

I love requests pls request more they keep my life going anYWAY! This reflects my past on making an imaginary pet, and this is based on that. All the memories…

  • This starts when you were a little Y/N, like about preschool-kindergarten age

  • You were an only child, and a very imaginative one at that

  • So your best friend was of course, imaginary

  • When you first imagined your friend, you were really bored just sitting in your room

  • So you thought, “what if I just imagine a play mate?”

  • You decided on making an imaginary dog which you named “Boy” because you could say “good Boy” (I legit thought this when I was little lol)

  • So playing with Boy was fun, but you wanted to be able to talk with someone

  • Boy was a dog he couldn’t talk duh

  • So you made a human imaginary friend, a little boy your age who had access to all your thoughts and would talk with you about whatever

  • You named him Minghao

  • Overtime, Minghao started to gain his own conscious; he had his own thoughts

  • Lemme just quickly explain: Minghao will only exist when you imagine he is somewhere you can see, and when you imagine him, there is always his figure which is semi-transparent; he also ages with you

  • With his new “brain” he decided he wanted his nickname to be The8 bc it sounded cool

  • Minghao would play with you, and when you didn’t make him “exist” he would do his own things in the imaginary realm

  • Those things included learning wushu and martial arts lol

  • So you would always play with Minghao and practice singing

  • Cue little kisses on your cheek

  • So you loved him but not as a boyfriend obviously bc you’re like 4

  • There would be moments where you’re talking to yourself and your parents walk in like

  • “Who are you talking to?”

  • It was cute, but they did tell you people wouldn’t want to be your friend if you always talked with just Minghao

  • Minghao understood, and so you had to start talking with real people once school came around

  • When you went to elementary school, you would still play with Minghao and Boy, Boy usually appearing on your lap or under a desk if you wanted to see him

  • You did think if Minghao came up then he would distract you so he kept his distance during class

  • Once middle school rolled around, you stopped thinking about Minghao

  • It wasn’t immediate, but finally one day you forgot he existed

  • Minghao wasn’t happy about that

  • But he kept his distance

  • And he slipped away

  • Watching your life unfold through your memories

  • (O_o That sounds creepy but you get the idea)

  • Let’s fast forward to high school

  • Near the end of sophomore year, to be exact

  • You’re getting stuff from your locker at the end of the day

  • And suddenly-

  • There’s this tall, buff boy with a sports sweater and other characteristics of a stereotypical jock

  • And you gasp loudly

  • Is that…Minghao?

  • “Yes it’s me” he says in your head “Now tell me…why did you neglect me all these years?”

  • “Minghao I didn’t mean to-”

  • “Then why did you forget I exist”

  • And you shake your head to process what’s happening, and he’s gone

  • Following weeks, you have that thought of Minghao somewhere in the back of your head

  • And you keep seeing his semi-transparent figure in your classes or wherever you are

  • It starts to actually worry people bc you keep getting so distracted and scared for your life that your grades are dropping

  • Next year you think you’re going insane

  • After a few months of school starting, you pass by someone in the hallway that catches your eye

  • Your friend immediately elbows you

  • “Y/N! You better stop staring at the new kid!”

  • “The…new kid?”

  • That night, you can’t stop thinking about the new kid…

  • And how much he reminds you of Minghao

  • The next day before first period starts, you bump into the kid

  • And he just smirks at you and bites his lip (excuse me boi no one asked)

  • “Watch where you’re going; I wouldn’t want to hurt that beautiful body”

  • And you just get so flustered and run off with these new feelings

  • Idk what kind of feelings… Love? Hate? Crushes? Wanting to throw up?

  • And by lunch EVERYONE in the school knows about the new guy flirting with you

  • When you sit down with your large friend group at lunch, you hear someone call your name from a table away

  • And some jocks of the school are turned to you and you see the new guy staring at you and winking (bOI YOU BETTER HIDE)

  • You look away immediately, and all the guys start whistling

  • But they misunderstood; you didn’t look away bc you were embarrassed




  • After class, you’re getting stuff from your locker again

  • And when you close it, there’s a tall boy right next to you, leaning on one arm on the wall

  • “So, feel giddy yet?” He asks, biting his lip again (making you feel attacked)

  • “About what?”

  • “About me”

  • “Minghao how are you even real?!”

  • “Mm, let’s just say I got enough strength to…become visible. Oh and also imagine up a pretend family and birth records, all that”

  • And in your brain you’re debating on whether or not to slap him for ever coming into your life

  • “Oh Y/N, you really don’t want to do that”

  • Well shoot

  • You forgot he can read your thoughts

  • But you can’t control what you think

  • And that’s the worst truth

  • The reason why Minghao decided to become real…

  • Is to basically torture you for forgetting him, by making you embarrassed, and him knowing your every thought

  • So over the next few months he flirts with you tirelessly, and also gets really savage and burns you

  • This is what he’s know for at the school tho, being great at sports and martial arts, being savage, and constantly flirting with you

  • Like random cat calling in the hallway

  • But the worst is he’ll grab your wrist if you try to walk away and his grip is so strong it hurts

  • Probably all that sports practice

  • Or even hold your waist making you v uncomfortable

  • The thing is you’re confused, and you start to wonder if you actually like him

  • One day you finally get fed up with him making you feel confused internally, wondering if you love him or if he’s changed too much

  • He appears beside you at your locker, and he leans in to kiss you, planting a kiss on your lips with heavy breathing

  • Cue you slapping his neck

  • “Wtf Y/N?!?”

  • “Stop bothering me. End of discussion”

  • “Fine. Answer my one question: Why did you push me away? The person who made you happiest? The person you liked the most?”

  • Cue the tears flowing

  • “Because…that’s not true…”

  • “What”

  • “I loved you the most. More than anyone else”

  • All the thoughts of your happy childhood rush back to your head

  • Then a puppy appears at your feet

  • And suddenly there’s like a huge surge of light and Minghao has a brighter…aura (?) (Idk man)

  • You look down to see the semi-transparent dog at your feet is Boy

  • And you realize why Minghao was acting like this

  • He just wanted to live the life you had, or better yet, live it with you

  • But when you forgot him he couldn’t see you anymore

  • He only could read your thoughts and get jealous every time you thought of a guy

  • Minghao changed for the better

  • Instead of being a pain in the butt he treated you nicely and respected you instead of constantly flirting

  • He kind of left you alone bc he felt like he bothered you too much

  • But one day of senior year you just walked up to him and he asked you out

  • He didn’t really ask you just kissed him

  • And you now have a boyfriend who can kick butt for you bc his wushu skills and his savageness, but can be the ultimate cinnamon roll when you are feeling depressed

  • Like Thughao will diss anyone who bullies you and then kiss your forehead like immediately after

  • But let’s just say no one ever knew he was imaginary

“Hey Y/N, want to get a puppy after we graduate?” “Too soon for these thoughts, 8. Too soon.”

Originally posted by gong-yoo


Best Grandaddy Ever

Marvel (Guardians of the Galaxy) One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Yondu Udonta + Peter Quill

Warnings: mentions of torture, mild swearing

Request: “Can you do a guardians of the galaxy one-shot where starlord’s daughter ( that would be the reader ) meets Yondu for the first time and asks him about how he got his scars?” - anonymous

Word Count: 1,024

A/N: so idk where Yondu got his scars irl but whatever i hope you didn’t mind me kinda twisting this a bit. i thought it was kinda cute, hope you enjoy !

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With Them It Doesn't Seem So Hard // Jughead Jones

Hey I Really liked your last jughead x reader and I’d like to request one too. could you do it in idk like archies, bettys or v’s point of view. And they just watch being jughead and the reader being a cute couple. For example the reader tries to steal his beanie and it’s just so much fluff🤗

Thank you for the request! This was fun to write and a lot of fluff and warm fuzzy feels. I don’t usually write like this so this is definitely something new, but I love writing nonetheless. It’s short but I think the short sweet things are the best, enjoy! ❤


Veronica’s P.O.V

Many adults believe that teenagers don’t know what love is, what’s it’s all about. They created this idea that we don’t have any idea, of the real world and it’s problem.

But Y/N and Jughead changed all that.

Sitting here at Pop’s with the gang, I studied Jughead and Y/N’s movements. The way Jughead would steal small glances at Y/N when she would laugh at something Archie said, smiling a little at his girlfriend’s laugh. He looked at her like she was the most important thing in the world, the only person in the room.

Even the way he would randomly grab her hand, kissing the top of the knuckles in a sweet manner. It made me smile and I was just a witness. Betty said she never thought he’d let a girl affect him like that, but she’s happy that he was happy.

I would try and hide my grin when Y/N would steal Jughead’s beanie. Now, I’m not close with Jughead, but I know for a fact that he is VERY protective of that boring, grey beanie. He’d treat it as though it was the most precious thing in the world. He’d glare at her playfully whilst she sat the trophy beanie on her head, chuckling at Jughead’s expression. But, he would just roll his eyes and continue on with the conversation. That one flawed me the most.

When they got into arguments (which they rarely ever did), they were both as stubborn as anything. But, when one of them started laughing, the other one followed and they’d completely forget what they were arguing about. They had that down pat.

They were two peas in a pod. They hated partying, huge groups of people and sticky noses. Many say that they’d clash, but somehow they made it work. Like Romeo and Juliet, but without the whole death thing.

‘Would you look at those two,’ I turned my head to Archie, seeing him gesture his head to his best friends who were so madly involved with each other they didn’t even bother to notice us admiring them, 'they’re so in love.’

'They’re happy, Arch. I mean - Jughead didn’t seem like that type to treat someone with so much affection, but, I was completely wrong.’ I laughed, shaking my head.

'What are you laughing at?’ Y/N asked. Arch and I turned our heads back to Jughead and Y/N looking at the two of us in confusion.

'Oh, nothing. Honestly, it’s fine.’ I gave the warm smile whilst they just gave us a look, going back to their original conversation.

'He really does love her, doesn’t he?’ I asked.

'He loves her Ronnie and that’s hard to find these days.’

'With them - it doesn’t seem so hard.’

I watched them as they mouthed 'I love you’ to each other. I bit my lip, trying to contain my smile whilst I continue to drink my milkshake.

fuck it i’m making my own

send an ask with a pairing and a number and I’ll write a flash fic! because i am bored of the current ones. Categorized by numbers for easy access, so 1-10 is cute fun fluff, 11-20 is angst, 21-30 is hurt/comfort, if you want to go in blind you might as well ask random numbers. 

Cute Fun Fluff numbers

1. I’m lost, you’re lost, want to walk with me for a while? 


3. “i’m not a spy…what if you’re the spy? oh no what if you ARE the spy? i shouldn’t even be talking to you, you dirty spy!” (In fact, we are both secretly spies and no one knows.) 


5. “ICED MOCHA CHAI!” *both reach for the same drink, Romance ensues*

6. “you slapped my ex for me thank you what is your name”

7. “Star wars!” “Star Trek!” “Noooo!” “Yeees!” 

8. “did your dog just…eat my pants?” “…yes?”

9. where the fuck is my phone oh you found it thank you oh shit you’re really hot and now i don’t want to ask for it back because that’s really intimidating but i really need my phone shit

10. where am i? heaven? oh, wait, i just got blackout drunk and passed out and i forgot you were so pretty for a second and thought you were an angel

Hello Angst numbers


12. “ just…stab me…” “yes” “why?”

13. you are bleeding from the mouth why are you doing that holy shit are those sleeping pills did you just take an entire bottle of sleeping pills what the fuck happened are you okay no you’re not you’re bleeding holy fuck i need to call 911

14. HAPPY BIRTHDAY (and yes, it can go just as badly as you might expect. send the name lucifer if you want some real, crushing angst)

15.  where were you this late? why do you have a black eye?

16. “i just got a phone call and someone threatened to kill everyone else i ever loved if i don’t shoot you in the head tonight…i’m so sorry”

17. don’t drink and drive. don’t. especially not in the rain. or the snow. just…don’t drink and drive. 

18. we eloped a couple years ago and now you have amnesia and don’t remember me at all oh no and you want to see your relative, who swore they would "make you regret it” next time you set foot in their house/died recently but you don’t remember, shit shit shit, and you want to call the cops because i kidnapped you or something, shiiiit, what the fuck do i do??

19. one of you was tortured and is working through ptsd and the other has no idea until…well, now

20. drugs are bad. don’t do drugs. but one of you does, and the other one finds out. 

Hurt/Comfort numbers

21. I’m an EMT, you’re really hot but also bleeding out, car crashes suck, and you want my number and why is this your priority right now you’re literally passing out and possibly dying

22. superhero suffers a mishap and is injured (either burned badly or deformed or something you generally see in supervillain backstories) and is found by supervillain, but supervillain isn’t such an asshole as you might expect because hey that happened to me and no one even offered a kind word i might as well do something

23. immortality sucks. self harm/attempted suicide might be an issue in this one. just a heads up. will tag it if it comes up tho

24. childhood au; you tripped and skinned your knee, but i know where the nurse’s office is–oh darn she isn’t in what do i do what do i do? oh you want a bandaid uhhh i think you have to wash the cut off first but uh here this one has a dinosaur on it if you want it

25. mysterious stranger falls out of the sky and lands in your trash bins, then wants not to go to the hospital because fuck it it’s just a broken bone it’ll mend and anyway i don’t have any money

26. on the run, has a bad mishap probably with the government, runs away, shows up on your doorstep out of the blue with a “please help me i think i’m dying” and collapses. wyd

27. i just got out of azkaban and it wasn’t pretty

28. needles and thread. can go many directions at once. (think stitching wounds. think stitching lips. think piercings.)

29. running away from an abusive relationship/household/situation, help please?

30. they beat you up because you owe them money but i’ll help you, here, have an icepack also how much do you need 

SEVENTEEN Performance Unit as boyfriends

Originally posted by hanwooz

(I did this on my twitter AJUnloyal but felt i needed to elaborate here BECAUSE THERE’S A LOT OF STUFF TO TALK ABOUT)
(It’s all under the cut ya!) <3

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Call me, Maybe?

Anonymous said:
A scenario in which you get a call from telemarketer!yongguk and you answer cause you have nothing else to do/bored, so you end up actually having a conversation w/ him and he calls you like every day to sell you things bc he really likes talking to you and idk it’s just so cute to think about it ^.^ thank you! <3

Thanks for requesting!! This is like a super uber cute idea! I hope you don’t mind that I made it into a little Valentine’s Day gift to my fellow single ladies out there. <3
In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been kind of experimenting lately; this is another part of that. It’s currently a stand alone one shot, but perhaps if you’d like to see more, I can make a second part or so.

Feb. 14th, 2017 | 7:16 PM

Another Valentine’s spent alone, aside from the pile of deadlines that can wait until tomorrow and a cat that wants about as much to do with you as [insert any of your multiple celebrity crushes]… whom obviously isn’t even aware of your existence.  Honestly, you’re better off that way anyway.  Who needs to burden themselves with a corny Valentine’s date anyway? And how lame are the gifts? Flowers that will die in a few days and take up space in your already small apartment. Cheap chocolate packaged in heart shaped cardboard that you’ll probably devour so fast your stomach will protest, and you’ll have to eat extra healthy for a week to make lesson the guilt of that unnecessary binge.  Nah, you’re better off alone… and bored.  So very bored.  

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Choi Boi’s Birthday (Start)


               But! Happy (late) birthday to my loves, the Choi Boi’s. Here is a short, sort of boring, beginning to a birthday fic!

               Start here, and at the end, chose either Saeyoung or Saeran! (trying out something new for future possible projects…. hope this works!) ^^ ~Admin 404

               You decided it was high time your boyfriend got the birthday party he’s always deserved, since he obviously didn’t get one growing up. And what better way to make his day than to also include his brother’s festivities as well?

               The only way to do it was to go ALL OUT. I’m talking tons of balloons, streamers, party hats, ice cream and cake- the works!

               You enlisted the help of the most child-like person you know to help plan the whole thing- Yoosung! Though he constantly denied that he was a child, he sure did know exactly what to get for this party.

               Obviously you wanted to make this party special for the both of them, but what theme would you pick? Space would lean more towards Saeyoung, but black would lean more in Saeran’s favour. So, much to a certain Mr. Han’s pleasure, you chose a cute little cat theme. Why? Because surprisingly both of the Choi Boi’s absolutely adore cats. Saeyoung hasn’t seen Saeran as happy as he is whenever he gets to hold a cat- the happiness increases tenfold when the cat likes him and not his brother. We all know about Saeyoung’s love for cats- poor Elizabeth the Third. So, therefore, cats! someone needs to keep their eye on Jumin You had to make sure Zen would be okay with the party, you’d have to remember to bring him allergy medication.

               Adorable streamers printed with both multiple cats and paw prints were strung about the house. You and Yoosung spent hours drawing and colouring kitten faces on every balloon (both of you making sure to make a handful that look like Elizabeth).

               You spent a lot of time personalizing birthday hats for everyone! Each hat looked like a kitten version of your friends! It fit well with the theme and you hoped they would enjoy the thought put into it! You even made Saeran’s look angry and Saeyoung’s a little pair of glasses!

               The “Pin the Tail on the Cat” game had to be changed to “Pin the Crown on the Cat” because Jumin almost fainted at the idea of detaching the cat’s tail.

               Candy is haphazardly thrown across tables, presents are wrapped and in a pile, friends eagerly waiting for the festivities to begin, cake in the shape of a cat’s head and ice cream both waiting for the party in the kitchen- all that was left were the guests of honour.

               It took a lot of convincing to get Saeran into the blindfold, but both you and Saeyoung made it work. You lead the both of them to the party, gesturing for the rest of your friends to get ready for the reveal.

               "SURPRISE!“ everyone yells in unison as you remove the blindfolds. As much as they’d like to keep straight faces, the twins can’t help but crack smiles at the fully decorated living room, decked out in cats.

               "Happy birthday, boys! I hope you like it!” you say, wrapping your arms around both of their necks, pulling them down to your level for a hug.

               The rest of the night is a whirlwind of fun and laughter. You watch as your friends pick on each other, one by one they wish the twins a happy birthday- Saeyoung thanking them with a large grin on his face, Saeran trying to play it cool but unable to hide his blush when he whispers his words of thanks.

               When everyone is wrapped up in games and conversation, you pull your boyfriend to the side.

               "Hey, come here. I want to give you your gift now. No it’s not that, don’t give me that look! Just come with me!“


a/b/o arranged marriage au

I was writing the outline for the wedding sabotage au until i got bored. So I watched one of my fave movies Marie Antionette and had this idea. Wrote this drabble in a couple hours. I’m tired but its cute. idk if u want more lemme kno of course (dnt worry i’ll still work on the other one too). As always, love you guys a lot and enjoy <<<333

It has come to my attention, after discovering a possible invasion and attempt to conquer Delfeur, that I, King Aleron de Vere, implore a disparate annex towards Vere. It would be unwise to take an area of Veretian soil and expect absolute subjection. The Delfeurean people are loyal to the crown of Vere and a war against our country will cause the death of a great many young men and would impact the taxes of both our nations. Raises in taxes will lead both our people to restless behavior and acrimony towards you, King Theomedes. For you will be solely responsible for this war. You must also take into consideration that when compelling my people under your rule, they too will remember that you are solely responsible.

I would like to make an offer that both kingdoms, Vere and Akielos, should find presentable and most suitable for avoidance in war. Prince Damianos, heir to Akielos, is of age to marry and is yet to be. It is in Vere, The Council, and my greatest interest and contentment that my youngest son, Prince Laurent de Vere, has recently come of age. From what I have heard of your most honorable son is that he prefers the physiognomy that my son bears. Prince Laurent is an intelligent young man but knows when to hold his tongue, follow orders, and sustain his duties. In my most unbiased opinion I see it as a very tolerable match and constitutes itself as a preferred one of the people when the knowledge that it keeps from war is greatly acknowledged.

I hope you take this into great consideration. For both my people of Vere and the people of Akielos have their lives in your most dignified hand.


The Regent finished and looked up towards his brother, King Aleron.

“See, dearest brother, all you need is to sign the document. I’ll have it sent and we wait for King Theomedes’ answer.” The Regent gave a wicked grin and placed and pen and paper on the desk in front of King Aleron, who had his head resting gravely against his hand.

“Laurent goes off to marry some sweaty barbaric-”

“He is much more use there than he is here. Prince Auguste is the only heir we desire and Laurent wastes his time riding and reading books and when not doing that he is distracting Prince Auguste with such nonsense.”

“A royal marriage will not only be beneficial to this Kingdom but to Laurent as well. He will be forced to learn Akielon and practice the social cues of both Veretian and Akielon.”

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childoftheplanets  asked:

Hi! I really love your writing, and I just can't get enough of it! I feel like a nuisance by requesting something, but maybe a short little thing where Veronica attempts to put a black scrunchie in JD's hair even tho he tries to refuse. Idk I'm like half asleep so if this idea sucks, that's alright xD

You are never a nuisance!!!! I LOVE hearing what you guys have to say! It makes my day 100000000000000000x better!!!!! I love you all and of course I will write that! It sounds so so so so so cute!

“Stop pulling, Ronnie.” JD complained. Veronica smiled and pulled more of his hair back. “What are you doing?” He asked.

“You’re hair is pretty long.” She mused.

“Yeah, but most of it is in my face all the time.” He groaned. “I swear on my life, no matter what I do it falls in my face. Hairspray, gel, nothing works.” JD told her. “I just sort of gave up trying.” He laughed lightly at this and Veronica pulled his black hair out of his eyes. “You can try, darling, it won’t stay.” He looked smug, but only to hear Veronica laugh triumphantly.

“Got it.” She smiled and took her hands away, his hair stayed pulled back. JD looked curiously in the mirror across the room and fell back on the couch.

“You put my hair in pigtails.” He noticed. Veronica smiled and nodded. “Ronnie take these out.” He asked, trying to claw at them himself. Veronica pouted and took his hand away. She fixed the black scrunchie and smiled.

“JD! You look so cute though!” She grinned. “Look at you!” Veronica smiled and patted his head and the boy grumbled, sinking down a little.

“Scrunchies are more of a Heather thing.” He reminded. “And I would rather be nothing like Heather.” He added, making a face. Veronica rolled her eyes.

“You told me you’d try to get along with her!” She reminded him. JD stuck his tongue out and made some sort of sick noise. “JD.” Veronica put her hands on her hips and JD rolled his eyes, but smiled a bit.

“Okay, okay, okay.” He laughed. “Consider me and Heather best friends.” He said with some difficulty. Veronica smiled and went back to petting his head. “Can I take these stupid scrunchies out now?” He asked. Veronica shook her head.

“Why? They’re black to match your hair.” She giggled and played with one of his pigtails. “And you look so cute with pigtails. I like to be able to see your eyes.” She told him. JD grumbled and was about to complain more, but cut himself off.

“W-wait… you like to see my eyes?” He asked, blushing slightly. Veronica nodded. “Well, you can usually see the one.” He reminded.

“Yeah, but I want to see both of them.” She giggled. JD blushed deeper as Veronica pulled him into a kiss. “You know, you may not like me saying this, but you’re awfully cute.” VEronica told him, smiling smugly. JD’s head shot up at hearing this and he blushed furiously. Only Veronica was capable of doing that to him.

“What!? J-just… be quiet!” He tried. JD tugged at the scrunchies to get the out of his hair, that then fell back in his face. “Y-you don’t what you’re talking about.” He muttered. Veronica laughed and brushed his hair aside.

“See! You’re blushing! Aw, you’re so cute!” She smiled JD blushed even more and tackled her on the bed. Veronica let out a giggled and JD looked down at her.

“I’m not nearly as cute as you. You’re fucking adorable.” He told her, bopping her nose. Veronica laughed and reached up to grab the scrunchies. She sat up, so she had her legs wrapped around JD’s waist, and he was holding her around the hips. Veronica put the scrunchies in her hair, making pigtails of her own.

“If you don’t wear them I will.” She teased. JD laughed as Veronica shook her curly brown hair, making it bounce around. JD sighed lovingly as he watched his girlfriend smile and mess around with her hair. “How do I look?” She asked, showing off her messy pigtails. JD grinned and tackled her down again in another kiss. “JD! Ah!” Veronica laughed and he covered her in kisses.

“You look perfect, darling.” He assured her. Veronica grinned and pulled him down into another kiss. JD smiled and her and twirled her hair in his fingers. “You always look perfect.” He told her. Now it was Veronica’s turn to blush. She giggled a little and looked down.

“Cut it out, Romeo.” She teased. JD sat up and took both her hands in his own.

“Anything for you, my Juliet.” He teased her in a poor french accent, causing Veronica to laughed nudge him.

“You nerd.” She grinned. “I thought you didn’t even pay attention in class during the Romeo and Juliet unit?” She asked, reprimanding him playfully. JD shrugged.

“Not really, I’m bored with classic love stories like that.” He explained. Veronica tilted her head and looked at him with a little smirk.

“Oh really? Then what kind of romance do you like?” She asked.

“Eh, not something that’s been done a billion times.” He explained. “I’d rather have something that…” He trailed off and looked at Veronica lovingly. “Surprises me, and catches me off guard.” He told her. Veronica blushed a tiny bit and he put his head on her shoulder. “Love is supposed to be torture, wonderful and amazing torture.” He grinned.

“Well if you payed attention in class, you’d know Romeo and Juliet was torture.” Veronica told him. “They both ended up killing themselves at the end.” She explained. JD laughed and nodded.

“I know how Romeo and Juliet ends, I think we all do.” He teased her. “But they were tortured for the wrong reasons. Love itself should be the torture, it’s confusing, and you don’t understand all these new feelings swirling around. And you hate it but at the same time it’s great.” He explained to her, he had a grin and Veronica giggled.

“Since when are you such the expert on love?” She asked. JD tilted his head back and forth and thought for a while.

“November first, two years ago.” JD assured. “Tuesday.” He added.

“That’s specific.” She laughed. JD wrapped his arms around her and kissed her behind the ear.

“It’s the day I met you.”

No Jam (Part 1)

Characters: Reader x Markson (GOT7)
Genre: Angst(?), Fluff (idk probably more on the Slice-of-Life end)
Words: 3500

Plot: He said you were boring–not enough. You agreed. You were happier on your own anyways. But six months later you find yourself on a blind date with a new guy and late night talks with another. Looks like being forever alone is not on your agenda.

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three]

a/n - This is going to be a two (maybe 3?) part little series~ Part 2 will be up in a few days or so c: Thanks for reading!


When he broke up with me, he did it by handing me an angry, handwritten letter about how I was not enough. Of course, those weren’t his exact words but it’s what he meant. To be honest, he was right. I’m not the cute and bubbly girl who just came out of high school and was ready for adventure—the girl that he fell in love with. I got older, my naiveté washed away, and I became more grounded in who I was and what I wanted. 

…which is to say, I didn’t become the woman he wanted me to be. 

So after we broke up, I realized this was better for the both of us. I could be myself, in all my quietness and introversion, and he could find himself the girl he originally wanted—one that was outgoing, affectionate, and exciting. 

“Is there any guy you’re into lately?” Miyoung asked as we had our monthly catch-up session at the local coffee house by my apartment. 

“No,” I replied with my usual shoulder shrug. “I think I’ll be alone for a while.”

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Leaving It Up To You

Originally posted by floralcrownjack

Summary: Months after your break up, you and Mark decided to meet at the diner the two of you first met at. With the idea of becoming close again, Mark may or may not have some hope that you’ll get back together… there’s only one problem. That problem was named Evan.

 Hey! So this is pretty short in comparison to what I normally write and I like it, it may need a little sequel but I’ll let you guys decide on that :) Also, I recommend that you guys listen to this lovely melody by George Ezra while reading!

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     The light breeze aided in cooling off the people in Los Angeles from their try-hard sun that always shined a bit more than needed. Mark made his way to the diner where the two of you first met- to say the least it was full of clumsy mistakes, apologies, and orange juice flying everywhere. It was quite literally a sweet meeting that made a lovely stain his memory- as well as on his shirt.

     You agreed to meet him there for brunch around eleven so the two of you could catch up. It had been five months since your break-up, something he didn’t want, but didn’t fight too hard against either. Careers are demanding and yours wanted you to move to another state for your promotion, so, begrudgingly,  the two of you decided to end your relationship. And since you’ve moved, he’s been told you’ve also moved on from him.

     The man was said to be another member in your department, yet slightly more successful- due to his parents’ fortune- and apparently he was quite charming according to his sources. Although to Mark, he sounded rather boring.

     Mark walked into the darling diner and sat down at what was deemed your table since the moment you had met. As always, he arrived early- even if he did stop to grab you flowers. Would that be considered trying to hard? Maybe. But, he had to give it a shot after all. Besides, to his benefit, he’d been told your new boyfriend was also rather annoying. And while Mark knew he could be too, he personally thought he was annoying in a cute way. He compared himself to a pestering kitten in that manner; impossibly adorable yet bothersome at times.

     You strolled in much later and waved sweetly as you came over to the table. You were delightfully surprised by the flowers and took them happily. It wasn’t long before the two of you began to talk as if nothing ever changed. There wasn’t any awkwardness that hanged onto words, not that he expected any, but it was good to see you were just as comfortable as he was. Thoughts of this reconnection being able to grow into something more invaded his mind; the idea that you two would be close again, holding each other, and being with one another was one that was simply to tempting to ignore.

      And goodness, your laugh only added to his daydream, how could anyone have such a beautiful laugh? Even with the stupidity in some of his jokes, you laughed nonetheless! Then, you even started to retort with own dorky jokes which made Mark’s heart light with joy. Everything was going wonderfully!

       Or at least, it was. At some point, your half wit of a boyfriend decided to rudely interrupt your moment together with a phone call. But being the gentleman Mark was, he said it was alright to take it. You looked apologetic yet went outside anyway to answer the call.

      The more he thought about this guy, the more Mark didn’t like him. Possibly because he was now yours, instead of himself, but his horrible manners had done nothing but make it worse. It was probably a good thing he didn’t come along or else Mark may have ended up harming your darling by now. He must have known you were out, so why would he call you? Or maybe, he knew exactly what was happening and decided on being a cheeky asshole to purposefully ruin the moment. Either way, it only piled onto his disdain for your current playmate.

     You came back as a sigh fell from your lips. Your boyfriend had apparently told you that you needed to come home now. Mark, to say the least, didn’t like this idea. You were obviously upset too, although you looked as though you’d give in to make things easier. “He just gets… impatient, y’know? It’s nothing, maybe he’s lonely or something, but I should probably go just in case.”

     Mark chewed his lip and stood up beside you, his courage summoned while a smirk made its way onto his expression, “Well… You don’t have to go,” he pointed out, “we were having a good time and if he really can’t handle you being away for an hour, then that’s his problem. Not yours.”

     You wanted to defend him, the problem was that you honestly couldn’t. Mark was right and this hadn’t been the first time something like this happened either. It was especially frustrating because he had the habit of making it a double standard, where he’d get upset if you called during a ‘guys night’. Because obviously, that made perfect sense. A new found rebellious spirit found its way into your heart, you nodded and sat back down, “You’re right! If he can have undisturbed fun when he goes out, then so can I.”

     Confidence boosted within Mark and he sat back down across from you, “Exactly! You go, chickadee!” He cheered on as his chuckle echoed out into the diner and his smile never left his lips. “Now, as you were saying…” The conversation flourished once again and Mark couldn’t help but throw in a few flirty, but playful, remarks. You surprised him by not only laughing at them but occasionally returning with some as well. And for a moment, it really did feel like old times.

    Eventually, he knew you’d depart from your new darling and his rude habits- even if he did have ‘charm’. The moment you did, Mark would be there for you.

     Whether the two of you got back together, well, he’d leave that up to you. But, he’ll try to sway you to the best of his abilities- which may or may not include sugary sweet romantic acts and silly pick-up lines. Clearly, they were truly the best  weapons in a romantic arsenal.

    However, until that time comes, Mark was more than content with these meetings. They, in addition to the thought of having you in his arms again, drove his determination.

    You were back in his life, and he wanted you back. Surely, somewhere in your heart, you must have wanted him too.

     Little did he know that during this lovely rendezvous, you’d been having the same tempting thoughts that he was.

Hope you all enjoyed and if you did, please give some feedback loves! <3 Also say whether or not you’d be interested in a tiny sequel or not!

So because I love AUs imagine this, Uncharted middle school AU, cause let’s be real, when you’re thirteen you’re overdramatic and everything feeling like a fight or that it’s life or death.

  • Nathan Drake is 13 years old, and lives in a really bad city.
  • His mom, Cassandra, suffered from depression and is unable to work because of it. But since she can’t work, and their deadbeat dad ditched them, they don’t have insurance, and can’t afford to get her help.
  • Sam’s a 17 year old high school drop out working three jobs trying to keep their family afloat and when he’s not working, he’s taking care of their mom, so he has no time for Nate and so Nate’s basically on his own all the time and has to take care of himself.
  • Sully is Nate’s old Math teacher, who thought he was struggling and offered to give him help, only to find out that Nate’s a genius and is just not motivated or too busy at home to do the work. So Sully realized the kid needed a friend more than tutoring, and let’s Nate sit in his class everywhere he was bored, or needed to get away cause “everything’s too much”. It continued even after Nate stopped being his student, and Sully keeps an eye on Nate.
  • Chloe and Harry are Nate’s only friends, only him and Harry don’t really get along, and Chloe can’t hang out with him much outside of school cause she’s busy working at her families place, and doesn’t want either of them to come around cause her dad would murder them if he knew she was friends with white boys (especially if he knew Harry was British)
  • So Nate is more often alone in the summer and Sully and him meet up occasionally to play chess in the park, cause it’s free and they’re broke and Nate needs a friend.
  • During one of those game’s he see’s a beautiful blonde girl, around his age at the park with her evil and rich great uncle Gabriel Roman. She’s in the town for the summer and is staying with Roman, only it’s obvious she’s just as miserable and lonely as Nate
  • Nate and Elena meet a few more times, and learn they they both have a love for history and want some excitement in their little lives. Eventually they decide to run off and go “on an adventure”. Roman sends people to find Elena and her and Nate run around town having fun.
  • They find an abandoned building to hide in after nearly getting caught, and they jokingly name it El Dorado and share their first kiss there. Shorty after they get caught and Elena is shipped home for the summer, and Nate thinks thats the last he’ll ever see of her.
  • Come winter, and Nate and Chloe are “dating” (as much as two thirteen year olds can) and Harry, being jealous because he’s got feelings for Chloe, teamed up with the new transfer kid and school bully Lazarevic to make Nate’s life a living hell.
  • Nate get his ass kicked almost everyday and Chloe and Nate scheme to find a way to get Lazarevic expelled from their school.
  • They break into his house, hoping to get some dirt on him, and find out he’s got a lot of hardcore drugs and one than one gun in his room, and they book it out of there, realizing he’s a lot more dangerous than they originally thought.
  • Nate and Chloe, as their running away, run into Elena, who recently moved  into town (and is going to the rich kid private school up town) as Roman died left the house and his money to her father. Elena was hoping to start up were she and Nate left off but is upset to learn Chloe and Nate are together.
  • After learning about Nate’s bully problem, Elena tell him that Lazarevic broke her friend Jeff’s ribs from kicking his so hard and she wants to help.
  • Elena wants to get photographic evidence of the stuff Lazarevic has and then call the cops, but Chloe and Nate being street kids, don’t want the cops to get involved in it, but after some convincing, Nate sides with Elena and they break back into his place.
  • Only Lazarevic is home this time and Elena is seriously hurt. Nate, with a little help from a metal bat, finally is able to beat Lazarevic up and knock him out, running off with Elena to safety. Promptly placing an anonymous tip to the cops.
  • Lazarevic is sent to juvie, and Harry’s family ships his back to England cause they think that America is a “bad influence” for him.
  • Chloe and Nate break up, realizing they were better friends than partners, and Nate and Elena start up their awkward thirteen year old romance again.

So I’m laying in bed giggling about all of my first impressions of the characters of Transformers Prime, I’m going to write some of them down…


His face is perfect

And kinda pale

His optics are beautiful

He’s such a pretty blue

He’s such a pretty everything

His flaws are fucking perfect

If, ya know, I could find those flaws

I’m just blinded about how awesome he is

Nice hips

Pretty wheels

His voice is so calming

He’s beautiful inside and out




Bright sunshine yellow!

His optics are so round


He has no mouth?

Nononono he had to have a mouth at SOME point, right?

Maybe it’s just hidden

He’s pretty too

Like Optimus

He’s also got some wide hips

Man I do NOT see much of a crotch plate??? (This is before i truly understood male anatomy)

(In fact this is all before I even looked at anyone that way)

His doorwings are kinda cute

But kinda curved


Green basketball

How does he bend over?


Big jaw

Odd face shape

He seems okay, not my fave character tho



He’s a cat

The pointy things on the back of his helm look like cat ears

And his optics look catlike

IDK man that’s just what I thought

He’s got claws like a cat too

His paintjob is really pretty and detailed man why are you a medic go be a damn cybertronian tattoo artist jfk

(I always assumed he did those himself, like he doesn’t want anyone else to fuck up his perfection)

Alright, being full of yourself and yo looks ain’t gonna make me like you

(‘specially since my mind had already been blown to bits by Optimus)

I’m not calling the short cherry perfect, that belongs to Optimus (in my opinion)

I am not surprised he flirted with optimus


Why the fuck are your teeth/denta pointy doesn’t that hurt what if your tongue catches

Are your facial scars…symmetrical?



What did you look like before all this?

Your hands are giant claws

I think you’re missing a joint in your fingers

No wait you just have extended talons

How do you grab shit?

And clench your fists in anger and not cut yourself?

Goddamn you are really fucking pointy how the hell do you not have random pieces of shit on you because it got caught?

Holy hell the poor person who gets kicked by you will have to worry more about losing energon than dented armor

Why do you have a total of four toes?

You could make human kabobs with your feet!

I get the feeling you wouldnt like that because then you’d have to pick off the remains

Why is there no paint on you?

No wait your kinda purple

Your eyes are different from everyone else’s

I like your voice. It’s scary, and angry, yet empty/hollow. What happened to you?



Why the long face?

Such a thin red thingy in your face (his crest I’m talking about his crest)

(I didn’t have an inkling of an idea what Cybertronian anatomy was)

You have huge wings is that why your hunched over all the time?

Wannabe Megs

You sound like your trying to imitate Meg’s voice but like???

You sound hollow, but it also sounds fake

You don’t quite have the anger down

You really aren’t all that intimidating Screamer

Now THOSE are some human kabobing fingers

Such long fingers and legs

Dude go eat something


Kinda thin

Kinda not

Dark colors with pretty lights

He seems so chill but in control

He has no face?

I imagine he looks bored all the time

He has tentacles!

So frickin cool!

Wait a minute they come out of his stomach?

Why not his back?


He really blends in with the background 

I admire his chillness





He has pretty colors like Soundwave but he doesn’t blend in/disappear like the way Soundwave does

Pointy, is that safe for lab procedures?

*Ahem* you’re missing a servo

That giant cord that runs from your back to your gun hand, is that an inconvenience?

Like does it knock stuff over?

Man y'all are fucking graceful

Not knocking everything over

Or tearing it up


He has ONE fucking eye that does not appear to move around

Does he have depth perception?

Peripheral vision?

Does he look at everything like like you would a telescope?

He’s chill like Soundwave.


Yay another white bot!

(That sounded mildly racist but like the only others were Ratchet and Wheeljack, They-who-are-rarely-seen in my opinion)

His face is as long as Starscream’s but pretty like optimus

His eye shape is like Optimus’ but the filling is like Starscream’s

His crest looks like Optimus’ but the rest of his helm reminds me of Starscream’s

Is he Optimus and Starscream’s son???

He’s got doorwings like Bumblebee!

He’s so cheerful and in your face

I normally don’t like people like that but I like him

He’s the exception

Omg look at him he’s always trying to prove himself to Optimus

So cute

“Be stealthy Smokescreen”

*Finds and turns into a racecar*

(What was the racecar even doing on the road in Middle-of-nowhere-Jasper-Nevada?)

I like him

Tag Thing- 11 Questions (from a bunch of people)

Rules: always post the rules, answer the questions given to you, write 11 questions of your own and tag 11 people. I’m not going to tag anyone and write questions because this post is already crazy long.


My Questions:
1. When is your birthday?


2. Favorite season?


3. Favorite villain?

Umm of movies or books it’s super early and my brain isn’t fully functioning yet.

Books I love The Darkling and I suppose Heathcliff is deemed a villain.

Movies- Jareth the Goblin King.

4. Stars or the Moon?


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So it’s Mary Underhill’s 274th Birthday

You might not know who she is and that’s alright, most people don’t. However, I thought it’d be cool for me to introduce her to you. 

Mary was originally Mary Woodhull, born June 12, 1743, and was the older sister of Abraham Woodhull and second daughter of Richard Woodhull IV and Margaret Smith. 

Apparently, or at least according to my sources, despite the seven year age difference, she and Abe were pretty tight. Same goes for Susannah, the older Woodhull kid. Apparently, both sisters “doted on their baby brother” and Abe “was equally fond of them.” The quotes come from George Washington’s Secret Six which definitely isn’t the most reputable source and doesn’t exactly cite there the information is from, I’m going to assume that since they were siblings that this is a fair assumption to make. Additionally, it’s pretty cute so I thought I’d include it since we’ll never see the Woodhull siblings’ bond as Turn cut them all out completely. 

Mary married Amos Underhill, who owned a mill before the Revolution. The property was destroyed by the British, another casualty of the Battle of New York. They bought a house, but their financial situation was slipping. Mary was pregnant at the time so they obviously needed to find a solution. Their home became a boarding house. Abraham would stay in their home when on missions to the city. 

Another notable person to stay at the Underhill’s house is Robert Townsend, Culper Jr. himself. It is believed that this is where Townsend and Woodhull warmed up to each other, spending years in each other’s company when boarding with the Underhills and probably how Robert was recruited into the ring.

There were suspicions that Mary might also be the famed 355, a mystery woman working with the ring. However, this is extremely unlikely and all speculations based on the idea the 355 worked in the city rather than on Long Island. I am of the personal belief that 355 was Anna Strong, but the ridiculous debate over 355′s identity is another post that I’ll probably put together soon. That does not mean Mary didn’t contribute to the ring. 

Personally, I just think it’s cool to learn more about the families of important figures in history. Without the Underhill boarding house, we probably wouldn’t have Culper Jr. at all with the ring becoming less invaluable and becoming obsolete far earlier. 

Plus she just seemed sort of rad from what I’ve read. It’s her birthday! So why not make this post.