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William Shakespeare- the Bard of Avon, Legendary Wordsmith, was, in all probability, super queer. We’re going to look at the evidence, read some lovely poems, read some raunchy poems, and generally just talk Shakespeare.

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The light that disappeared

Request:  Hi :) I’d like to request a Jughead x reader. But it’s a bit sad. Like he tells someone about the reader, that she was great and he loves her and stuff. And when the person he’s talking to asks where the reader is, he tells them, that she disappeared a few years ago, but no one really bothered looking for her( for some reason, idk😅) And maybe they could all start to search for her? Thanks already 🤗

A/N: I didn’t even proof read this because I got so emotional writing this. It’s probably not as intense as it felt when I was writing it but bloody hell I feel drained. If you want to get the full I-might-cry-at-any-moment experience I would highly suggest listening to the song Highspeeds by Elliot Moss. I really hope I did this request justice, any feedback would be much appreciated 💓💫 - Axoxo

Originally posted by toqaahmed


Tags: @writers-coffee

Warnings: a very sad Jughead.

Jughead sat, slouched in his chair as he focused intently on trying to quell the tears that were brimming in his icy eyes. Archie, Veronica and Betty were all discussing the most efficient way to get Jughead a girlfriend as Kevin feverishly nodded in agreement.

“You should smile more Jughead, nobody wants to date an angsty emo y’know.”

“Veronica’s right Juggie and you need to get off your laptop more, it makes you look unapproachable!”

“Betty’s right Jug and maybe try and lighten up with the humor, girls don’t like people who joke about death.”

“Yes! You could totally slay if you just put the effort in, after all there’s someone out there for everyone,” Kevin added with terrifying enthusiasm.

Originally posted by riverrdxle

He couldn’t bear it anymore, all of them talking about him as if he were pining for a romantic companion. He didn’t need anyone, he needed her. He slammed his fist down on the table in front of him, silencing his friends but going unnoticed by the rest of his schoolmates that were eating lunch in the courtyard around him. A singular tear escaped from the reddened rim of his eyes and ran down over the purple circles – accumulated after many late nights staring intently at the bright, white illuminated screen of his laptop – beneath and onto his pasty, slightly sunken cheeks. That was what shocked his friends the most. Not his sudden outburst but his sudden revelation of raw emotion. They didn’t dare to move, just awaited an explanation with wide eyes and slackened jaws.

“I don’t need anyone so please just stop. I don’t need to change and I don’t need to impress any girls because somehow I impressed her and she’s all that I want. I don’t know how I did it but I did, I managed to peak the interest of a girl who’s smile made the rays of the sun seem dim and unfulfilling. Then somehow that innocent curiosity turned into something more, something that terrified me so much that I lay in bed at night in my dad’s trailer wondering how I’d let myself fall so hard and cursing myself, knowing how fractured I would be when I hit the ground. Then one night in Pop’s she sat across from me and with tears in her eyes, brows furrowed with sincerity and told me that she wished I could love myself as much as she loved me. She told me that she saw a shooting star the previous night and she had wished upon it but she hadn’t done so in vain, she had wished that I saw myself as she saw me; emotionally strong but with the gentlest touch, harsh but beautifully honest and imperfect but perfect to her. For the first time in my life I saw myself in a different light because she told me to and I clung onto her every word as if I was hanging from the edge of a precipice and they were my lifeline. Then she leant over and placed a kiss on my lips, except it wasn’t just a kiss, it was my salvation. With my lips pressed against hers I felt safe for the first time in my life and at that very moment I welcomed the feeling of falling because I was falling in love with a who’s love was vaster than all of the oceans and who’s kindness melted even the iciest of hearts…” Jughead’s voice trailed off as the growing lump in his throat prevented any more words from escaping.

“Well then where is she?” Veronica asked with raised eyebrows, lacking tact or the ability to mask her apparent confusion and doubt.

“She disappeared,” Jughead began, hoarse voice eliciting a small gasp from each of his companions. “She disappeared and nobody cared but me. They said she’d run away, that it was a common occurrence with girls her age. They said she’d probably found herself an older man, a forbidden relationship and run off with him to indulge in some naïve teenage fantasy but I knew better. I knew she’d never do that; her selflessness wouldn’t allow it. She would have never left knowing the pain it would have caused the people around her…the people closest to her…me. Something happened to her, something terrible and yet everyone just accepted the simple explanation and moved on. I won’t move on. I can’t move on until I know what really happened to her and it’s exhausting.”

Jughead looked up at his friends; Betty was sobbing violently into the sleeves of her pink sweater, Veronica had teary black streaks running down her face and Kevin was dabbing lightly at his eyes with a perfectly folded tissue. Archie placed a calloused hand on his best friends’ slender shoulder and his brown orbs – glistening with unshed tears – met grey ones.


“We’ll find her Jughead, all of us,” He began, auburn brows furrowed with sincerity and concern. “We’re gonna help you find out what happened to her no matter what, okay?”

“She was my everything Arch and nobody cared. Everybody ignored her like she was nothing but when Jason Blossom died the entire town rallied together even though he was an awful person. Nobody even remembers her name…” Jughead spoke in a strangled whisper, tears now flooding down his ghostly face.

“What was her name Jug?” Archie asked gently.

“(Y/N), her name was (Y/N).”

If It’s You (M)

A one-shot based on a request from @sunshinehobi7. Hope you like it Rachel!

Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fratboy Hoseok, fluff, smut and a little angst thrown in for good measure heh heh

Word count: 7, 205 words


Crossing the threshold of the house felt like stepping into a different world. The music was so loud it felt like the whole place was thumping in time with the beats. It was not usually your scene but when your roommate, Amy, asked if you wanted to go to the party with her she didn’t have much persuading to do. You had just finished your finals, you deserved a break and socialise after being cooped up with books for so long and maybe kick back a beer or two.

So here you were. You smiled and greeted the other students you knew as you delved further into the house, letting Amy lead you to the spacious living room. It didn’t feel very big now that it was packed with a large amount of people chatting and dancing with no organisation whatsoever as it typically was at this sort of gathering.

An hour or so later found you still in the same room, not having moved much from your original spot where you leaned against the wall, talking to some of your friends about plans for the break. Your legs were aching from standing too long and you’d give anything to be able to sit down on the couch you were sure was in the middle of the room somewhere, but so many people had been crowding it that you hadn’t even been able to see it most of the time.

Then a group of people finally shuffled off to gift you with a view of the couch. However, it wasn’t the furniture that caught your attention, but the people sitting on it. One particular person, to be exact. The people flanking him on either side did not matter to you; you were instantly drawn to the man sprawled on the couch, his body lean and relaxed. His hair was not quite blonde, perhaps it was the lighting in the room playing tricks on you but it looked peach; a colour you’d brand silly on anyone else, but on him it seemed fitting and suited to his tanned skin.

He tilted his head right at that moment and caught your eye. That was when you decided that just as his hair colour suited his tan, his slightly darkened skin matched the sunny smile that he flashed you even more. The curve of your lips hitched upwards reflexively as you returned his intense gaze with your own that was filled with wonder. Never had you felt so drawn to someone before, and it was not just his looks either, because you’d met guys who were drop dead gorgeous yet didn’t feel the pull that you were experiencing now.

You were unsure if he thought that you were as magnetic as you found him to be, but you knew that his gaze was piercing you longer than necessary, spanning almost a minute before he leaned on his side to say something to the girl sitting next to him, never taking his eyes off of you. The girl’s expression took on a look of surprise, then she nodded and walked out of the room. His grin turned into one of proud triumph as he patted the vacant seat, motioning for you to come over and take it.

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Dealing with religious acquaintances as an atheist.

Some of y'all know I periodically get this bug up my ass to write something to help atheists become less obnoxious people and this topic came up in a Facebook group I belong to.

I don’t think the person who posted is an atheist, but the topic itself got me thinking of all the atheists I know and how they’d react.  A lot of them would be rude and there’s just no need for that.  For every annoying Christian out here trying to save the souls of the nonbelievers, there’s an equally annoying atheist who just can’t help reminding everyone they don’t believe in god or, worse, that they’re smarter for not believing in god.  If someone says “God bless you” and your first response is “God isn’t real,” that makes you an asshole atheist.

In an office setting, talking about your religion all the time is unprofessional and I highly doubt a Muslim in the same situation would be afforded the same leeway at work.  It should be pretty easy to scoot out of the conversation without offending anyone though.  Say something positive and then nicely decline, all with a smile and a pleasant demeanor.

“Thanks for the invite, but I’m content in my spirituality.”
“No thanks, but I’ll let you know if I ever decide to look into your faith.”
“That’s nice of you, but I’ve actually been an atheist for quite some time.”

The last one sometimes results in a “Well I’ll pray for you,” which is fine with me.  Pray your heart out, girl.  I’m lo-key offended if you’re deeply religious and you’re *not* praying for my soul because that would mean you don’t think I’m worth saving in your worldview.  You praying for me does not decrease my quality of life in any way but it gives you peace of mind, and that’s how I interact with religious people.  If what you’re doing doesn’t bother me but it makes you feel better, then please keep doing it.  That’s a net gain of positivity and I’m about making the world better on all fronts.

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“Dr. Spectra is a highly respected motivational speaker and teen therapist.”

If you ask me, Penelope Spectra is easily one of the most terrifying and downright evil characters in the entire series. I’d even argue she’s worse than Dan. He’s definitely the most destructive, yes, but it takes a special kind of evil to intentionally get inside someone’s head and mess them up psychologically without anyone even noticing.

For that reason, I absolutely adore her.

I’ve been excited for this one, so let’s get to it.

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anonymous asked:

Clark needs relationship advice and goes to the guys at the League. They ask who is dating and it just so happens to be Bruce Wayne's sister. Possessive Batman and sweet Clark trying to impress and earn the approval of Bruce.

Hi, thank you for the request! This was really fun to explore and write. I do have to apologize for the abrupt end but this request inspired me to explore a series between the two! It’s an overused theme but it’s a theme I want to explore, nonetheless. Close to 2000 words! Hope you enjoy!

“So what is she like?” Barry kicks his feet up and places it at the edge of the coffee table. It was one of those days where crime around the world did not require everyone’s attention and was pretty lax, undemanding almost.

A smile appears on Clark’s face the moment he thinks of you. “Just one of the most amazing person I know, beside my mum.” You were truly one of a kind – Clark doesn’t think he has ever met anyone quite like you. What attracted him to you initially had been the kindness you had shown to the everyday, average people despite your statute and power that one day you dropped by Metropolis. Your looks were just an added bonus for him – Clark didn’t mind as much.

Not only that, between the time he has seen you as well as exchange conversations with you, Clark knows that you are a very smart, independent woman – one that knows what sort of dreams they want to achieve in life and Clark thinks he first took notice of his growing crush on you when the two of you had this casual debate about farming equipment and the latest technology that can be used for agriculture. “Yeah, she’s amazing.” Clark nods his head.

Barry chuckles. “I would like to think so.” When Clark sends him a curious look, Barry proceeds to explain. “You have the same expression I do when I talk about Iris.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and Clark smiles to himself. He has seen the love the speedster has for his wife. Iris West-Allen is a lovely woman indeed.

“Hey, what’s this? Are we having some sort of team meeting that I don’t know of?” Oliver walks in with Arthur in tow. The two of them had gone out earlier to do some superhero business in their respective areas – Oliver in Central City and Arthur in Atlantis.  

“Highly doubt that, my friend.” Arthur says lightly as he pads to the sofa, dropping himself beside Barry. “Besides that, Bruce is not here too. I reckon everyone is off doing their own things right now.” Arthur points out and Oliver shrugs his shoulders before taking a seat beside Clark.

“So what are we talking about? Can Arthur and I get a recap?”

“Relationship advice.” Clark speaks up. “I wanted to ask for relationship advice and since Barry had been the only one here earlier…” He trails off before looking at the three men in front of him. “We have been seeing each other exclusively for three months now – before that it was just small talks here and there and the occasional coffee dates whenever she’s in Metropolis or I am in Gotham – and I really want to take our relationship to the next step.” Clark confesses.

“The way you phrased it sounded as if you want to marry her, Clark.” Oliver tells him offhandedly, patting Clark on the back. He smirks when he catches sight of the way Clark’s cheeks redden. “Well, is she opposed to you taking the relationship to the next step? Did she not show you any signs?”

Clark tries to think of a time when you weren’t, to be quite honest, he is coming up dry. You have always shown interest in a lot of the things he does, even the mundane things like which fertilizers should he get for his Pa or what type of paint should he get for his Ma’s new room. Clark is somewhat sure you have been dropping hints – more than he can count, now that he thinks about it – the entire time you are together. The smile on his face grows bigger.

“She has.” Clark agrees. “Multiple times.”

Barry claps his hands. “Then I see no point for you to be holding back. Maybe you can ask her next time.”

Bruce chooses that moment to step in. “Ask who what?” He asks gruffly, padding across the room to take a seat in front of the big screens. He immediately begins loading the police file cases and lets his computer run it through the database he has before turning to face the rest of the guys. 

“Good question.” Arthur pipes up. “Who is your girlfriend? I think that might have escaped the conversation earlier." 

Clark glances at Bruce before answering. "Y/N.”

Bruce frowns. “That’s my - No.” He shakes his head when epiphany strikes. “Of all the women, Clark?” His voice is very controlled now but everyone can hear the anger bubbling beneath it. Though they are somewhat confused as to what the connection is.

Oliver had been the first one to get the reference before he began guffawing. “Man, this is priceless.” He pretends to wipe a tear away, still laughing at the absurdity of the entire situation.

Barry pulls his feet away from the coffee table and sits up straight. “Is Y/N related to Bruce?” He catches on before looking at Bruce’s stiff posture. Arthur seems content to keep his opinions to himself as he stares at his two friends having a stare-down.

“Y/N is a wonderful woman,” Clark starts but Bruce shakes his head. 

“I know that! She’s my sister!” He snaps, crossing his arms. “I don’t want you to date her.”

Clark furrows his eyebrows. “That isn’t up to you, Bruce.” He shakes his head. Just thinking about breaking up with you is already causing him a headache and chest pains. “Y/N and I are happy.”

Bruce narrows his eyes at Clark. 

“Man, I wish I had some popcorn for this.” Barry comments before snapping his fingers. He zooms away and returns with three bags of popcorns, of which he handed two to Oliver and Arthur. “This is better than any drama series they are showing on TV.” He fakes whispers. 

Bruce and Clark shoots him a (withering) glare before looking at each other again. 

“Y/N is the best thing that has ever happened to me, Bruce. She makes me happy and she understands my work - our job.” Clark tries once more. He knows how highly you think of your brother - the two of you had once talked through Skype about the amount of things your brother had sacrificed just to give you some semblance of a “normal” life, as normal as a Wayne can get, that is.

“No means no, Clark. It’s because the nature of our jobs that I don’t want her to be dating you, least of all people. Some villains are beatable but yours often come in the form of crazy aliens! I don’t need that stress added in to Y/N’s life unnecessarily!”

Arthur leans towards Barry to whisper something in his ears. Barry looks at him before nodding his head, disappearing in a flash. 

Clark takes a deep breath before exhaling slowly. He knows if he pushes this matter too hard, Bruce will most likely not give him the permission to date you. You had told him about Bruce’s protective streak on one of those conversations the two of you normally have before you go to sleep. The downside of having you living in Gotham, far from his Metropolis. 

Before Clark could even come up with anything else, Bruce shakes his head and just as he is about to turn away from the conversation, Barry zooms back in and this time, surprises everyone when he lets you down from his hold.

Clark is the first to react. He stands up and walks over to you. You are still trying to catch your bearings – Barry had not been lying when he said you would feel uneasy for a bit especially if it was your first time – when Clark wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him.

“Y/N, are you alright?” He uses one of his hands to draw your hair back so he can stare at your face. You blink a few times before nodding your head.

You smile when you finally realize where you are. Bruce had always declined your suggestions whenever you ask to see the Watch Tower. But now that you are here, you give the space a quick glance, it seemed more spacious and homey than you initially thought.

“I’m fine now.” You tell Clark as you wrap your own arms around him, burying your nose in his neck. The last time you saw Clark in person had been two weeks ago – when he dropped by the Manor as Superman – and even then, the time you had with him had been very little. The most you had done then was giving him a passionate smooch. “I miss you.” You mumble and kiss Clark’s neck when he tightens his hold on you. He presses a kiss atop your head.

“Wow, this is even better.” Oliver comments breaking whatever spell that had caught everyone else in silence. Bruce lets out a growl, causing you to look at your older brother.

“Barry did mention you were giving Clark trouble, Bruce.” You pull yourself out of Clark’s embrace. “Now what’s this I hear about you not letting Clark date me?” You ask as you step towards your brother. Bruce narrows his eyes at you and you shake your head before placing a hand on his shoulder. “Bruce, I am a big girl now – you don’t need to constantly protect me. I can take care of myself – both Alfred and you made sure of that.” You tell your brother. You understand why Bruce is giving Clark a hard time. “Clark makes me really happy too and I know I make him happy as well. He’s your friend, Bruce, can’t you just let us date? Clark has been wonderful…”

“I just can’t, Y/N.” Bruce shakes his head, aware of the eyes and ears that are looking and eavesdropping their conversations. “Can we have this conversation somewhere private, please?” He asks and you nod your head. He stands up from his chair and lead you away to one of the available rooms.

Clark crosses his arms, keeping his eyes on the door. He knows enough to never use his powers whenever the two of you are talking – he respects you too much even though his curiosity is burning him inside out.

“What are you going to do now?” Arthur finally speaks up. “It does not seem as if our friend, Bruce, is willing to let you date Y/N.” He frowns.

Clark shakes his head. “It just means I have to try harder and prove myself to Bruce.” A smile appears on his face. “Thank you for listening, everyone. I think I should probably head inside too.” Clark excuses himself and walks to the room the both of you were in.

Of Books and Dirty Cash

Librarian!Yoongi Au

Inspired by this and this

You can also read part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

Yoongi x Reader

Before you moved to live on campus for college, you had never heard of a librarian who had a reputation for yelling. But not only does Min Yoongi yell, he’s also dangerous, and part of something much, much darker. When curiosity gets the better of you, you end up involved in much more than you bargained for.


Before you moved to live on campus for college, you had never heard of a librarian who had a reputation for yelling. All the librarians you had ever encountered had been very nice and friendly, if a bit old. But Min Yoongi, the librarian at your university…

People talked about him.

You had never heard of a librarian that people gossiped about either. But this one, people had a lot to say about. They said he was young, handsome, and very strict, mostly. One boy in your class, Dylan, claimed that the librarian had punched him in the face for forgetting to put his phone on silent, but you highly doubted that. Dylan had an overactive imagination and was a chronic liar. The concerning thing was that the librarian did have the authority to ban people from the library if he deemed it appropriate, and he deemed it appropriate quite often.

It wasn’t until midterms that you actually had to confront the problem. As they approached, you realized that there was a whole list of books that you needed. “It’s fine,” You thought to yourself. “I follow the rules. He won’t mind me. I’ll just get my books and go.”

You had seen the building every day since you arrived, but had only ever been in the library once, during school orientation. It was four stories high, the first level only computers and a mini coffee shop. The second floor was where all the book were. And the evil librarian.

To your relief, there wasn’t anyone at the desk when you stepped off the elevator to the second floor. This was fine, you could just find the books you needed, and take pictures of any important pages for later.

You had always loved books. The smell, the feel of them. There was something about being surrounded by books for the first time in months that made you feel at home, and at peace. Finding the books you needed was easy, you had spent so much time in libraries as a child you knew where to look for things. You found a desk in the back to put all of your stuff, and noticed how quiet the place was. It was a breath of fresh air compared to the constant noise of your dorm room.

Once you were finished writing down everything you needed from the books and taking pictures of the really important bits, you set about putting them all back. Technically, you were supposed to leave them on the cart for the librarian to put back, but you figured you’d save him the trouble.

You had just placed the first book back on the shelf when you heard someone clear their throat. You turned slowly, making eye contact with a young man with circular glasses.

“…Can I help you?” You said, utterly confused at the glare he was directing at you.

“That.” He pointed to the book you had just put on the shelf. “It doesn’t go there.”

You looked at it, and then back at him. “Yes it does.”

He rolled his eyes before stepping past you, snatching the book from the shelf. “It does not. It goes here.” He put it about two feet from where you had placed it.

“Same thing.” You shrugged, not seeing the importance. It was only two feet after all.

“No, it is not—you know what? You’re not even supposed to be putting books back on the shelf. They’re supposed to be placed right there-“ He pointed to the book cart. “So that someone who knows what they’re doing can put them back.” His voice had been getting louder as he spoke, his anger at the misplaced book evident on his face.

“Hey, sorry, I was just trying to save the librarian some trouble. No need to get so upset. Or so loud. It is a library.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, before taking the book back off of the shelf. “Why are you putting it back, anyway? Don’t you want to borrow it?”

You blinked at him, the change of subject catching you off guard. “No.”

“Are you putting those back, too?” He pointed at the other five books you were holding.

“Yes?”

“Give them to me.” He held out his hand impatiently for you to hand them over. You did, figuring he was going to put them back since you apparently did such a bad job.

He glanced at each one before frowning at you. “These are all on biology.”

“Yeah, I’m writing a paper…” You didn’t see why he was so interested, you were putting them back anyway.

“Then why aren’t you going to borrow them? Don’t you need them for referencing? And you can’t have read everything in them in such a short amount of time.”

You shrugged, not wanting to admit that it was because you had heard the librarian was mean. What a silly reason that would sound like.

“Come on.” He gestured for you to follow him to toward the front desk that was still empty.

“Wait, why?”

“Don’t you want to do well on your paper?” He asked, stepping behind the desk. “Hand me your ID card, you can check them out with that.”

“Can you do that, though?” You asked, bewildered.

“What?” He asked as he scanned the bar codes on the books.

“Let me borrow the books.” You clarified.

“Well, I am the librarian.” He glanced up at you. “It’s kind of my job.”


A/N lol I had so much fun writing this… Yoongi the librarian ended up a lot scarier and angrier than I first planned, but I like it like this. Thank you for reading, I know this isn’t what I normally post. I hope everyone has a great weekend! <3

Title: Tell Me…Why Him?

Pairing: Sidlink 

Tags: Fluff, immense fluff, just all the fluff 

Summary: After Link’s and Sidon’s engagement is announced, Muzu poses a question to the Zora Prince: why him? why chose Link over all the other potential mates? The question appears easy enough to answer at first, but it is it truly something he can coherently explain?

A/N: Written for @sidlinkweek! Specifically for day one’s prompt, Blessings, which I realize has passed but better late than never so! Ye

Cross posted on my AO3 so if you’d like to read it there! Comments, reblogs, and kudoes are highly appreciated! 

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The loud, excited squeals and shouts of children always served as a perfect indication that Link had entered Zora’s Domain.

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Dances and Kissing

Summary: Archie Andrews invites you to the back-to-school dance, hoping that this is finally his opportunity to take your friendship to the next level.

Word Count: 2,150

A/N: My first Archie/Riverdale fic! I had a blast writing this out and I hope you all enjoy it just as much. Feedback would be greatly appreciated too, folks :-) 

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

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Surprises (Avengers x FemReader) fluff

Originally posted by caps-bucky

(( gif not mine - it scares me slightly wth ))

(A/n): Broo, I have not written for Marvel in so long fuck

Request:  A Marvel request, this time: Reader is the youngest of the Avengers and they all see her as a little sister. She has written a fantasy novel and shyly asked Steve to read it. With her birthday approaching, Steve decides to illustrate her story while Tony sets everything in motion to publish it as soon as the Reader gives her Okay. On her birthday, they present her with a beautifully bound and illustrated copy of her novel. Thanks in advance!

Warnings: Fluff bois

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(Y/n)’s hair wasn’t made, but it still bugged her that Sam just had to go a ruffle it more.

“Morning, squirt.” the dark man chuckled “Thought of anything you want for your birthday yet?”

She mumbled something in reply, waddling to her spot at the large oval table. It’s dark stained wood easy for morning eyes.

“Sam sit’own, it’s time to eat!” Tony barked.

The avenger complied, forgetting about the girls lack of response, and claimed his chair across from Bucky and next to Steve. The rest of everyone else were already situated in their respective spots.

Eggs and bacon, waffles and orange juice were dished out. Idle words charmed the morning air between bites and swallows.

Something like this was common but never common enough. All of them had contradicting schedules so a sit down of this sort was highly valued. Even if when (Y/n)’s eyes glided across the table and could only see other sets of tired ones to match hers; they would always be paired with genuine, dopey morning smiles as well.

“Anything new with anyone?” Natasha asked generally, sipping her black coffee.

“There’s this publisher-” Tony uttered with his mouth stuffed full of bacon scraps “He’sh a real big fwan of Iron Man. Said if I evar haff any books I wan’ published, to call ‘em.”

“Oh, really?” Steve commented “That’s nice of him.”

“Sure was,” the brunette swallowed and laughed “but I don’t exactly have any raw manuscripts lying around in need of publishing.”

“I think I might actually tell him thanks but no thanks.” Tony finished with a swig of his juice.

“Well, I find it odd to offer a billionaire inventor a publishing job.” Bruce chimed.

He and Steve both stood to clear their plates, taking anyone else’s that asked.

“Umh, Steve?” (Y/n) spoke up. She gently rose herself from her chair, swiping her plate up with her.

“Hmm?” the soldier hummed in response.

He was manning the sink, stringing up a hand as the girl approached him; wanting her plate. Though Steve didn’t take a second to glance her way, the small team member still willingly gave up her plate.

“Do you mind coming up to my dorm after we clean up. Please?” (Y/n) asked.

Though a moment of silence, Steve did eventually agree.

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Soon after the first meal of the day was cleared, the two team mates met in the arranged location.

(Y/n) opened the door softly to allow Steve in, then just as gently, shut it behind him.

“I only wanted you up here to show you something small I’ve been working on.” she said, shuffling to her bedside table for a moment.

Steve bore confused eyes but had them complimented with a welcoming smile. He watched as (Y/n) took out a bound mess of papers, some splotched with inky dots.

“I ah- well I wrote a small novel. It’s a fantasy of sorts…” the girl trailed off.

Steve held out a hand to take the papers from (Y/n). She seemed hesitant before releasing them.

“You wrote all this?” He asked after flipping across some pages.

Steve saw her nod quaintly.

“I just- Tony was talking about the publisher,”

When (Y/n) began to speak, the soldier started to read some of the paragraphs.

“and that reminded me that I was going to show you this. I was going to do it sooner, but I didn’t want to waste any of your work time so I thought maybe now would be good…”

Her words fell short for a few moments before she finished with “That and.. I was never very confident in this story. I love it dearly but I don’t have much courage for it…”

“How long have you been writing this?” Steve questioned “I’m really impressed. You are seriously talented…”

The girl went silent for several seconds before replying with a small grin.

“You can take it with you to read fully, if you’d like.”

Steve smiled back down at her “Can I really?”

“Of course.”

❆   ❆   ❆

Later on in week, Steve was hauled up in his dorm, reading and re-reading the story. He absolutely loved the creative characters that (Y/n) was able to bring to life just by using words. The story plot itself was hypnotizing to him.

“Hey, hey, capcicle.” Tony called from behind Steve’s closed door “You alive?”

“Yeah, yeah come in.”

The brunette entered soundly and said “What have you been doing. You’ve been in here for like two weeks..?”

Steve looked up to the man at the door, eyes tracing his face briefly. Then it struck him, a small idea.

“Well I’ve been reading… this story that (Y/n) wrote.” He spoke softly.

Tony looked as though he was about to laugh.

“(Y/n) writes?” the billionaire scoffed “Sounds dumb.”

“Hey,” Steve hissed “she’s is actually intensely talented.”

Tony sighed from Steve’s retaliation and fummbled with his words for a few moments, studying at the others face.

His eyes squinted softly.

“What do you want from me?”

Steve grinned, a small glint in his eyes as the gears in his mind worked together.

“I’m glad you asked.”

The blond took away several minutes to explain to Tony what he wanted done. He chose his words cautiously, allowing all his excitement bleed through his statements.

He told the billionaire about how he desired to illustrate her work in full colour and how maybe this would be their chance at a birthday surprise.

After a while of listening to the soldier speak, Tony stopped him with a brisk shake of his palm.

“You want me to take up the deal with the publisher, and have (Y/n)’s novel published without her overall consent?”

Steve stood with square shoulders, slightly taken aback. He chanced his voice “Yep.”

The opposite male didn’t take the opportunity to hide his flashing smirk.

“Well then, you have yourself a deal.”

❆   ❆   ❆

The next half of the month was spent with Steve and Tony slyly avoiding (Y/n). Steve wasn’t himself a good liar, but he was still able to coax the young hero into letting him keep the book for a while longer.

(Y/n) was no doubt happy that someone took extensive interest in her works. But, even now she could tell that Steve was beating around the bush.

As of the current, the girl was trying to find Steve to maybe interrogate him.

“Oh hey, (Y/n)!” a voice pulled at her.

She came face to face with Tony.

“Hey, Tony.” (Y/n) smiled “do you happen to know where Steve is?”

Tony charmed the girl with a smile of his own “I sure do.” he said matter-of-factly.

“Oh, that’s good. Mind showing m–”

“Right this way, my dear.”

Tony had turned around and started walking down the corridor. (Y/n) abruptly followed him.

It wasn’t long before both their steps sunk through the space with nothing else opposing them.

“Wait, Tony- if you are leading me to a surprise party, it’s a little early.” the girl spoke wearily.

“Pff- I know your birthday is tomorrow. I’m not the stupid one.” Tony answered. He twisted himself into a sudden right turn, entering the lounge.

There stood a solid Captain America, he had a smile manipulating his features.

“Hey Steve!” Tony called in a bright tone “Fancy meeting you here.”

Steve and (Y/n) both chuckled and Tony stepped out of the way of the two.

The girl approached the blond male.

“Steve, do you happen to have my manuscript on you?” She asked, looking his directly in his face “You would probably be done reading it over by now…”

Steve’s smile broadened and Tony snickered soundly.

“Yeah sure, here.”

From behind his back, Steve produced a beautiful leather bound, printed copy of the small girl’s story. It made (Y/n)’s eyes widen in pure shock.

“I..”

(Y/n) read and re-read the title many times before she put together the piece that this was really her book. Her pride and joy in one official copy, just handed to her.

Not missing a beat, her swiped the book from the soldier’s hand and opened it wide. Immediately (Y/n) was clad with bright eyes as she viewed the images corresponding with everything she had put in words.

Two questions crossed her mind, and she gazed up at the two men before her.

“Is this mine?” she asked first.

Tony laughed and Steve did as well. Only briefly before both nodding.

“Is this.. is this published?” she questioned again. Her smiling lips framed her eyes that were hastily growing misty.

“Surprise.”

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(A/n):
I am glad I got this done gosh diddily darn

Due to the interest shown in the creation of a semi-private verse for people to bring their OCs into, I’ve decided to create a no-pressure environment were people can enjoy the perks of being part of a group rp, but in a more relaxed and safe setting. (x // x

What does this mean? Well, mutuals and friends will share an universe where we will all be able to roleplay any kind of OC in a sandbox setting. Wheter your character is an human, a werewolf, or an alien, it doesn’t matter since this is open to all kinds of OCs. This is a place with almost no limitations where you can let your creative juices flowing, form lasting relationships, develop your characters, and most importantly? Chill and have fun without worrying about things such as events, tasks, activity checks, or even following a specific plot.

Can anyone join? Anyone can apply, but there is a chance not everyone might be allowed to join. This is going to be a SAFE SPACE, which is why I have emphasized that friends and mutuals will be part of this group. The way of joining this verse would be through word of mouth and recommendations. Members can bring in as many friends as they want! You can submit your app, but if me and/or the members don’t know you, you would need to provide a reference and have a current member vouch for you before you’re allowed to join. This is set in order to be able to provide people with a environment where they feel safe. Every potential member will be screened before being accepted. 

What about the setting? Our setting will be a fictional city where almost anything is possible. Our city was beaches, mountains, forests, jungles, and even a ski resort in order to provide people with as much creative liberty as possible. You want your character to be in Disneyland? Tim Hortons? A beach resort? A tree house in the forest? Your character can be anywhere.

Rules? First of all, only 18+ peeps can join! The rules will be very relaxed in regards to activity. We will have an unactvity limit of two weeks. Things get stricter when talking about rping common sense and courtesy, and safety of course. If you ghost us or delete your account without giving us a heads up, you will be blacklisted and will not be able to join again. Any bigot/racist/abuser/etc is forbidden from being used as a FC. A FC can be repeated up to three times, this to allow people to bring in their beloved OCs and/or avoid having someone miss out on using someone they like because someone snatched a FC before they did. 

Accessibility will be of utter importance here. We want to focus on having fun, not aesthetics. Container themes, small font, tiny gif icons that are impossible to see due to their size or the PSDs applied to them, fancy formatting, and other similar practices are highly frowned upon here. All we ask is that try to cut for posts when possible when it comes to formatting. Whether you want to roleplay via text threads, normal threads, or texts via asks, all forms of roleplaying are valid, and we will not have any writing or para requirements, so don’t worry about having to write three paras per reply. Gif chats are highly encouraged!

Events and plot drops will be suggested by the members. You want to throw a birthday party for your character? Submit a post and create an event! Think a giant storm would be a cool plot drop? Suggest it and we it could happen! Fairs, council meetings, alien invasions, power outages… Again, pretty much anything will be possible here. Events will not be mandatory, and while we won’t have any tasks, sharing things such as self-paras, graphics, playlists, etc are more than welcome! 

We won’t have a character limit! Bring in as many muses as you think you can handle! Just like members, characters will be screened as well.  Abusive, unhealthy, and vile plots & characters are banned. 

Will there be an OOC blog? Nah. You can post OOC posts on the dash if needed, and we will also have a DISCORD group anyone can join, though being part of it is not mandatory!

If anyone has any questions, please feel free to contact me and I’ll do my best to solve your doubts!

Interested? Cool! If you want to join please fill out the form bellow and submit it HERE.

app form and current members can be found under the cut  // members can reblog this post!

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flowersfangsandfeathers  asked:

I want to hear about your 'playboy Inuyasha' dislike ;D (rant away my friend!)

Nanna, why you encourage my nerd rage like this. 

Here’s the thing about playboy Inuyasha: it’s so out of character. Let’s break this down a little. (And look, before I get started: I know we’re talking about AU portrayals of Inuyasha. But even in AUs, I really need the characters to feel like themselves. That’s where I’m coming from.)  

1. Inuyasha doesn’t have the social skills to be a playboy. He barely has the social wherewithal to make friends, let alone get in someone’s pants. Kagome is the reason he even learns how to develop friendships, and he didn’t even seek out that relationship: he was forced to hang with Kagome. Can you imagine him having the social skills to pick up some random woman? Pfffft. I’m sorry, but socially suave Inuyasha just doesn’t read like Inuyasha to me.

2. Probably because it’s so hard for him to open up and develop relationships with people, Inuyasha is very serious about the relationships he does have. He’s a fiercely loyal friend and even more loyal romantic partner. Like. Kikyou, anyone? He was downright pigheaded about his responsibility to her (granted, the circumstances were traumatic, but you get my point). He was so serious about it that he was willing to sacrifice his life to appease her spirit. This is not a dude who takes relationships or commitments lightly. I cannot imagine him sleeping around or stringing women along like it’s nothing to him, even in an alternate universe. 

3. Let me preface this by saying that I’m TOTALLY one of those fangirls who finds Inuyasha deeply attractive, fictional 2D anime/manga character that he is. Gimme a shirtless Inuyasha fanart and I will love you forever. That being said, let’s get real for a second: most people would find his half-demon traits a deformity, not a turn-on. Fics that portray him as some kind of sex god or ladies’ man because he’s just so physically attractive? I have a hard time buying that. I know us fans love the dog ears, but realistically speaking, I doubt most women would treat them as anything other than a deformity at worst, or highly undesirable at best. There might be a rare few women who’d show interest in him despite those features, but probably not because of them. (Unless it was someone who had some real kinky fetish, which I doubt Inuyasha would welcome.) 

4. For all his bluster and gruff-puppy act, Inuyasha’s a pretty damn disciplined guy. He’s impulsive, sure, but when it comes down to it—when it matters—he is perfectly able to control himself. He’s a warrior, he’s a survivor, he’s surmounted odds that would’ve killed most people: all of that requires discipline and control. A lot of the playboy!Inuyasha fics I’ve read portray him as some kind of slave to his carnal desires, and that just doesn’t read Inuyasha to me either. He may have those desires, but he can damn well control himself and deal with them.  

Those are my major objections to playboy Inuyasha (though I’m sure there’s more that I’m just forgetting). 

This got… kinda long. But remember, YOU ASKED FOR THIS. ;) 

Roses in Thorns ( Part 2)

Summary

Being apart of the countries greatest mafia families had its problems; enemies grew from every thorn and you were one of the greatest roses to target.

You didn’t expect the greatest thorn to prick you to be he who was assigned to protect you- Jeon Jungkook.

Genre: Angst, (the good type), drama, suspense, fluff, future smut in story line.

  • BodyguardJungkook, Mafia

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

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Originally posted by sugutie

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Part 1

AN: (I’ve changed the name of this fic to reflect the story), hope you all enjoy! 


Death wasn’t something that you often thought about, despite your home and life being built on the bones of small time crooks and people that couldn’t pay on time. Yet, here you were in your own home confronted with death. This was the second time in the same week that you were plagued with the thought your existence could be swiped out at any moment.

“Where are the jewels?” The skinny man in the masked balaclava asked you, pointing his revolver in your face shakily.

You knew what jewels he was talking about. The family jewels, the ones that were passed down since the business had  begun in 1809. The legend was they once belonged to Queen Victoria before ending up on a journey across Asia and into the hands of your family.

They were markers of status. They told the rest of the world just how royal you were in the mafia world.

You couldn’t just give them up.

“Third room from the right on the third floor.” You said, lying. It would bide you time to do something like call for help, but then you saw the balaclava man had other masked men with him. There were four of them in total. He’d definitely leave one to watch over you, or kill you before that.

BANG BANG.

Two perfect shots came from behind the library doors, knocking out two of the mafia men.

Jungkook.

The masked balaclava man didn’t hesitate to spin you around, locking your arms in the process behind your back as he held a gun up to your head.

Jungkook stepped into the library, taking careful strides to the middle of the room with his gun pointing at the balaklava man.

“Step away from her.” Jungkook warned in a low voice. The gun was right next to your temple, and you started to falter under the proximity. It was one trigger away from blowing your brains out. You shut your eyes in anticipation, this seemed like the end for you.

“Jungkook, leave.” You said, knowing the situation would only get worse. If Jungkook shot, then balaclava man would shoot you before dying. There was no way he could Jungkook could win this one.

“Listen, you rascals, I want to know where the jewels are. Tell. me. where. they. are. and I just might let little miss pretty over here live another day.”

Jungkook most certainly didn’t know where the jewels would be, did he?

“Fourth floor, third room in the master bedroom.” He said simply. Your eyes  grew to the size of saucers. Jungkook was probably briefed on it before he started working for your family, but you knew the jewels were one of the most important things your family valued. Leading the masked man to them would probably get Jungkook killed later on.

With an aggressive shake, you arms were let go. Without thinking, you ran towards Jungkook who who placed you behind him.

The masked man had his gun still pointed in your direction, and you hid your face in Jungkook’s neck out of fear. You were moments away from death a minute ago and just needed some human comfort.

Yeah, human comfort. You would do that to anyone, even if it wasn’t Jungkook.

“Do you trust me?” Jungkook whispered low into your ear, quiet enough the masked man didn’t hear.

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Conflict of Interest

Alright, folks, it’s been awhile and I’m rusty, so forgive me this self-indulgent fic drawing on the unnecessary research I’ve done recently for prosecutorial conflicts of interest.

E/R, lawyer AU, Modern AU, established relationship (of sorts).

“Your Honor, can we meet in chambers?”

Judge Fauchelevent sighed and just managed to avoid pinching the bridge of her nose. “Mr. Enjolras,” she said, drawing out the last syllable as an exaggerated sigh. “We’ve barely begun the arraignment. What is so important that it can’t even wait until the State brings forward charges?”

Enjolras straightened his tie, the red standing out starkly against his crisp white shirt and $2,000 suit, far nicer than the usual public defender could even consider affording. “I’d be happy to discuss it with Your Honor in chambers,” he said carefully.

Cosette rolled her eyes. “Approach the bench,” she ordered, watching as Enjolras stalked up to the bench while he conspicuously avoided glancing at the less well-dressed Assistant Defense Attorney who was taking his time ambling forward. “Mr. Enjolras,” Cosette said, a warning edge to her voice, “I’m sure whatever objection you want to raise on behalf of your client can wait until after the arraignment.”

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kaibutsushidousha  asked:

We know Saihara's favorite character was Kirigiri and Shirogane was Junko, but have you tried to guess who the rest of the cast's favs were based on how they built their own characters?

This is a really fun ask that I’ve had sitting here for a while now, because it’s really, really interesting to think about.

Most of what I have is just speculation of course, and personal feelings about which characters they must have liked based on similarities, so I’ll try my best! You already mentioned Saihara and Tsumugi, and both of those are on-point obviously, so I’ll just handle all the other characters.

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Malec Parenting: Grandparents

Maryse and Robert were always willing to watch Max and (when they adopted him) Rafe. Magnus was somewhat comfortable with this, until Max started using magic sub consciously, and after the fit he threw with Alec, he was extremely nervous of the reactions of his Shadowhunter not-quite in-laws. Mostly he was worried that they would begin to favor Rafe if Max lost control again. And though Alec and Izzy and even Jace tried to convince him that their parents would never stop loving Max, the fear that his own parents, and various Shadowhunters (Maryse and Robert included) had place in him made him want to protect his little Blueberry even more.

This all being said, Maryse and Robert were annoying, and demanding grandparents, and were actually trying to set up dates or trips for him and Alec to go on so that they could watch the kids. The most interesting time this was done was when Robert called Magnus to tell him that Alec (by order of the inquisitor) was going to have two weeks off, and that he and Maryse were willing to watch the boys a week each. At that point Magnus knew that he would have to see what happened when they were left with his little angels.

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The Wager

@captain-biryani asked for Logyn x 10 Things I Hate About You. Sorry it’s late, and I hope it’s okay. xoxox

Character descriptions inspired by @nanihoosartblog Logyn High School AU posts.


Loki sat in the living room, a sharp contrast to the cheerful décor in his signature black, trying not to sigh with boredom whilst Odin ripped into a hungover Thor yet again.

“I’ve had had it up to here with your immaturity and your recklessness!” the old man shouted whilst his wife lingered in the background, ready to step in if things went too far. “Do you have any idea how many favours I had to call in just so that the police wouldn’t press charges?! Do you honestly think you will get into any decent college with that sort of drunken buffoonery on your record?!”

“I’m sorry, father. I wasn’t thinking-”

“Exactly!” Odin roared. “You weren’t thinking! You never think things through. You only care about having ‘fun’ in the moment, consequences be damned. Well, I have had enough! You are grounded until you graduate!!”

“Odin…” Frigga chided quietly before Thor had a chance to object.

“Fine,” Odin grumbled. “A month, then. And after that you will have a strict curfew. Home by eight every evening. No excuses.”

“Father! You can’t be serious!” Thor whined, failing to know when to keep his mouth shut.

“Deadly serious,” Odin shot back. “You will be home by eight. You will eat dinner, you will do your homework, and you will go to bed at a reasonable hour.”

“And have no social life! If you wanted me to become like Loki so badly why didn’t you just say so?” Thor grumbled petulantly, sparing a glare at his brother sitting quietly at the other end of the couch.

Frigga whispered in Odin’s ear and Odin smirked.

“Very well,” Odin murmured before turning back to address his son. “Your mother has thought of reasonable compromise.” Thor perked up, shifting to the edge of his seat. “You can go to parties on the weekend… when your brother does.”

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Peace of Mind | Charles Xavier

Words: 2,157

Fandom: X-Men

Pairings: Charles Xavier x Reader

Warning(s): None, lots of fluff and a bitchy girl that reminds me of so many people I know and hate… 😂

Requested by: @marrvelle  How about a Charles Xavier x Reader where she’s stressed about school and finals and one day she has a panic attack and he finds her and calms her down which leads to some fluff and cuddling maybe? If you do write it can you please tag me in it? Thanks! 💖

A/N: Okay, so I just realized this might not be exactly what you asked for because you said panic attack but what I wrote about was basically an entire breakdown. I’m so sorry, I could totally do another one though if this isn’t what you wanted. It just took me forever to finish and now that I’ve realized I don’t have the hurt to start over. Let me know though! 💘

P.S. It’s so long, OMG! I’m so sorry!


It was ridiculous, it really was; how this whole thing started. Everything used to be blissful for you in the mansion until that one particular evening when the incident occurred.

Being too young to actually teach anyone, you could only contribute so much by helping the others in their classes. Whether that meant rewriting notes for Hank’s absurd experiments or simply wheeling Charles around the school, you were more than happy to help. You were aware those few tasks were nothing special, but you liked to believe you helped.

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Out Of The Rain, Into The Storm - Jughead x Reader (Jason’s Murder Investigation Series) - Part 1

Here it is! The highly requested Jughead and the reader investigates Jason’s death together fic series!
I just need to say a few things:
I will try to keep the reader character as open ended and gender/race neutral as possible.
This begins during the second episode, sometime after Weatherbee announces that it is a murder investigation and just sort of ends at Cheryl’s confession.


You duck into the diner, just managing to escape the sudden torrential downpour, adjusting your school bag as you scan the place apprehensively. Pop’s is more crowded than usual, no doubt due to other people seeking refuge from the rain, and you look around for anyone familiar. You hopefully seek out Betty’s blonde hair, remembering how warm she was to you on your first day, but instead you find nothing but intimidating upperclassmen and elderly couples, until your eyes fall upon a grey beanie clad head. You vaguely remember seeing him in class, seated a couple of seats behind you and as you walk up to his booth, you strain to remember his name. What was it? Jug… Juggie? Jughead?

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The Night We Met

Character: Negan (The Walking Dead)

Word Count: 4,665

Prompt/Summary‘The Night We Met’ by Lord Huron / Negan’s wife recalls when they first met.

Warnings: None.

Written For: Jessie’s 1K Follower Writing Challenge

Note: Set in my little pre-apocalypse AU that I love writing in, where everything is fluffy and nothing hurts, lol. The song that they dance to is the song that inspired this fic, and is linked above. I know the lyrics are kinda depressing and don’t really fit the tone of the fic, but whenever I listen to this song, all I can think of is how pretty it is. And of how much 13 Reasons Why wrecked my heart, but that’s not relevant here.

Tagging: @grimes-slut, @negans-network, @jdms-network, @hawtdiggitynegan, @fuckinjdm, @jeffreydeanneganstrash, @sweetsweetpeach

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