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All For Show Part 3

Pair : Steve Rogers x Reader

8. You ask your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend for your sisters couples dinner party. Requested by anon.

Warning : Language?
Word Count : 956

A/N : Want to be tagged? Let me know before the tagging group closes!! 

Read Part One - Part Two

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

“H-Hey. Hi–”

“You’re probably wondering why I’m here.” Riley chuckled, cutting Steve off.

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Types of SD Messages; A Comprehensive Study

The Level One Starter: Heyyy there sexy lady ;) how u doing tonight? Got plans for the weekend? Loved your profile, was hoping we could chat more xxx

The Midlife Crisis: Hey beautiful :p I am a professional man living in a city who is looking for a naughty partner in crime. I give generous gifts and dinners as well as tickling and kisses :p I can spoil you any way you like if you can spoil me :p I have a place in XXX and you can CUM by and we can have some adult fun :p :p message me back, I don’t bite…unless you want me to :p

The Scrapbooker: Got any more pics? X

The Google Translate: hello there sexy, i can spoil and am gentle man. can give kisses and lots of spoils. message back with sexy pics in bikinis xxxxxxxxx

 The Dad of Three: Hi :) I’m David and I already know I’m a bit old for you. I guess I’m wondering what a nice girl like you is doing on a site like this?

 The Straight To The Point: Hi, I love your lovely round breasts I can’t wait to squeeze and lick them and stimulate you in every way you’ve ever dreamed. I’m looking for someone very fun and naughty!!! I like anal and various roleplays. Have you ever used toys? xxx

The Chicks Dig Doctors: Hi, I’m Sam :) I’m a medical professional living in the city and I went to university to study medicine, I am working in my medical practice, seeing to my many patients, and that’s why I can’t meet during the day.

The Done This Before: Hello, I’m Michael. I’m 52 years old and run a successful firm in the city. I read your profile and have to say I’m intrigued. I am currently staying at the XXX and wondered if we could get together during my stay. I will compensate you for your time.

The Didn’t Read Your Profile: Me and my wife are looking for a young hot thing to spice up our sex lives ;) Must be sexually submissive, into rape fantasy and costumes xoxo

The Definitely Not A Rapist: Hi there :) I liked your profile, was wondering if you’re free tonight? I have a nice place overlooking the river and could wine and dine you, and also some lovely gifts to spoil you with :) I love making ladies smile. Let me know if you’re free, I could buy you dinner and we could go back to mine xxx

The Conversationalist: Hey ;) x

The Talking Clock: Hello my fair lady :) I loved your profile and have messaged you once before but you didn’t seem to reply! If you’re going to take this seriously, you should reply PROMPTLY to the messages that people send you. I sent you a message on the 4th at 6.30pm and even though you were online you didn’t reply so I am trying again today on the 6th. I hope to receive a warm and friendly and PROMPT response as soon as you see this!!! xxx

The College Student Who Wandered In: Hey, you’re pretty hot :) wanna grab a drink tonight?

The Mother Didn’t Hug Me Enough: Hello, Mistress- i am looking for a beautiful woman like you to dominate me. i want for You to choke me with your high heels and stick huge black dildos up my asshole until i cum over your boots and You have me lick it all up

The One In A Million: Hi, how are you? I’m looking for a young lady to spoil and am prepared to negotiate a pay per meet fee or a monthly allowance, dependant on whether we like each other or not. My email is XXX and please let me know if you’re interested after reading my profile. I’m staying at the XXX until the 10th and we can talk about it over champagne if you’re free this weekend?

Selfcare tips for smart cookies who are sad

If you want to feel a little better mon amour, i gathered some things i like to do in hopes that it’ll help you!

🌸 go ahead and hop into the shower. take a few minutes to really massage that schampoo into your hair. clean and fresh YAS

🌸 use a body lotion and use one that smells good(i recommend “very sexy” by Victorias Secret) (because it’s very sexy hihi)

🌸 put on a nice parfume, if you don’t have one you can borrow from a family member/friend or you can buy one(i recommend “viva la juicy” by juicy couture and “eternity aqua” by calvin clein) (somewhat expensive but sooo good y'all can come here and i’ll give u you get juicy couture and you get juicy couture and you get juicy couture everyone gets juicy couture

🌸 take a few moments and write a list about things that make you happy(for example: coffee, holding hands with your grandma, all the relationships you’re gonna have in the future, re-reading your favourite book, family dinners, when the leaves turn orange in autumn)

🌸 make yourself or buy your comfort food(s), mine being tortellini, vegan pizza and coffee mmmmmmm coffee

🌸 send out a few sincere compliments to people. tell your friend what you love about her/him/hen, tell your mom you’re thankful for everything she does. alot of times giving love means getting love and nothing bad about good karma am i right

🌸 write down everything that bothers you on a piece of paper, start with “dear maya..” or “dear paul..” write it for a person thats never gonna read it (or if you feel like you want too you can always message me and rant about your whole life I’m all yours)

🌸 if you don’t wanna think about something you can always try to learn a new language via duolingo, it really gets you focused on something else(advice from your coach-my self- i think you should learn swedish or french because they’re both equally hard and beautiful) if thats not something you find intresting you can always pick up a feel-good book, my favourite being “Anna and the french kiss” by Stephanie Perkins! light up some candles, make yourself some tea and cuddle down somewhere

🌸 watch a movie or tv-show!! i was really unhappy at one point but then i somehow started watching Jane The Virgin and it was sooooo funny and soooo good(the hype is real, watch) and it made me feel better

🌸 look up some nice quotes, my faves are
• “And then there’s light, It just takes time”
• “Pleure: les larmes sont les pétales du cœur.” (which is French for “Cry: tears are the heart’s petals.”)
• “Choose to be happy, It feels better”

🌸 listen to happy songs
• Classic by MKTO
• Price Tag by Jessie J(old but always get’s me dancing)
• Can’t Stop The Feeling by Justin Timberlake
• Forget You by CeeLo Green(forreal this is sooo good hahah)

🌸 before you go to bed, moisturize your face with a tiny bit of coconut oil - also put on some chapstick because you’ll wake up with a smooth face and soft lips and you’ll feel like a queen mon chérie

🌸 if you ever feel worthless, read this
• i am so happy you’re here
• i think you’re the cutest person that has ever read this
• i believe that you will reach your dream, whatever it may be, and you will be awesome
• relax, drop your shoulders, breath
• dogs everywhere love you and they get so excited when they see you because they wanna say Hello so badly
• with every breath you take, you help plants and flowers live
• you’re making a difference
• you’re stronger than you think
• you have a great sense of humour that people enjoy
• everything is better when you’re around

VOLTRON CRACK SKIT OPEN VOICE AUDITIONS! (16+)

Hello, Vol-fans! JusKla here! As THIS POST mentioned 2 weeks ago, I am making a little Voltron audio crack skit to see how smoothly tumblr-ran voice auditions will go, and get a fun little project made out of it! (the line counts changed because i added a little more to the script, also Pidge now makes a cameo at the end!)

ROLES AVAILABLE

LANCE (5 lines)
KEITH (7 lines)
LOTOR (9 lines) *lead*
ALLURA (5 lines)
HUNK (4 lines)
PIDGE (3 lines)
NARRATOR (2 lines)

The story itself is crack and not to be taken seriously, but there are shippy themes driving the skit. So if you aren’t one for “shipping”, then maybe this one isn’t for you, but if it is for you, here’s what you gotta do!

HOW TO AUDITION

  • You must be 16 or older
  • You must be following me
  • Like this post and reblog it with who you are trying out for
  • Fill out THIS FORM
  • Once you have filled out the form, wait to receive a message from me where I will link you to the script and give you my email! (note: if you are on mobile you will have to copy the script link i give you and paste it in your internet browser, it will not open in the app because it’s private!)
  • You will email your audition to me at that email
  • Make the email subject as follows [tumblrusername] - CTP AUDITION - CHARACTER1, CHARACTER2 etc…
  • For example, if I were auditioning for Lance and Keith, my subject would be: [justklance] - CTP AUDITION - LANCE, KEITH
  • The actual audition will be an audio recording of you doing THREE readings of each of your lines, each said with a different inflection.
  • AKA, do the 1st line 3 times, then the 2nd line 3 times, and so on
  • Every line for each character should be said with a 2 second pause in between each of them to avoid cut offs
  • There should only be one audio file per character you audition for and it should be named after that character in all caps
  • For example, if i wanted to audition for Allura, i would wait 2 seconds, say the 1st line, wait 2 seconds, say the 1st line again, wait 2 seconds, say the 1st line again, and repeat this method for every line she has, then wait 2 seconds at the end before ending the recording. I would save the file as ALLURA, and that would be ONE character audition, please include all of your character auditions in the same email
  • The audio should be a .wav file! (if it isn’t already, there are easy online websites where you can convert your file before you send me your audition)
  • There should be no background noise
  • Recording on a microphone is good, but recording on a smartphone is fine as well, as long as the quality is okay and you still convert the file to a .wav before you send it to me!
  • You can either try to sound as much like the canon character as possible, or you can put your own spin on it if you think it’ll work better
  • Any gender can try out for any character!
  • AUDITIONS WILL BE DUE AUGUST 18TH!

…And that’s everything! Have any questions? IM me or send me an ask! I look forward to getting all of your audition forms, and I can’t wait to hear everyone’s auditions! Thank you so much!

-JusKla

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Loner - Veronica Lodge

Originally posted by kulo-ren


hi i was wondering if you could do a riverdale imagine where the (girl) reader is best friends with jughead and she has a huge crush on veronica? i know it’s kind of vague, but you can take it anywhere!! oh and maybe tag me in it? pretty please? ok love you bye💕

I’m sorry if it’s not what you’re looking for @ffremontt , if you want a different one feel free to message me.


Being associated with Jughead Jones had it’s ups and downs. While you were able to connect with a fellow intellectual, you never imagined the whispers that would come about. You dealt with it because, Jughead was a good friend and you couldn’t imagine your life without him; but there came a time when you wished you and your loner friend would get noticed.

That time was the first day of school after an eventful summer. You and Jughead had stayed close over summer, especially after the disappearance of Jason Blossom. Neither of you really cared for the Blossom twins, but the mystery of his disappearance, or death, interested  both of you. You found Jughead organizing his locker in the morning and rushed over.

“Hey Jug! Any updates?” He turned his head and gave you a grin. “The novel is coming along fine. I’m caught up so far, now we wait for whatever comes next.” You nodded at our friend, “Hopefully it’ll come soon,” you leaned closer to him, “I heard we have a new student.” His eyebrows quirked up in interest. You gaze was caught by the door at the end of the hall opening and a girl, who you had never seen before, walked in. Your jaw dropped as she strutted her way past where you and your friend were standing. Her dark hair rested perfectly on her shoulders and framed her face beautifully as she gave you a smile. You turned to watch her walk away and your face felt hot as she walked into the Dean’s Office. You heard Jug laugh and say, “And so the plot thickens.”


Jughead made sure that you didn’t forget about the morning and the beauty known as Veronica Lodge. “Skipping class with you isn’t going to worth it anymore if you’re just going to be annoying.” You said as you settled on the bleachers next to your friend. He just laughed, “Me, annoying?” You rolled your eyes and opened a bag of chips. You ate one and held the bag out to Jug who took one as well. You helped him polish up the draft of his novel, or what he had so far and you started on your homework.

“You have Journalism homework?” Asked Jughead as he ate another chip/. You groaned and nodded. “I didn’t do too well on my last assignment, so to keep up my grade, I have to go to the dance and write up an article about it.” He nodded, “Will it be published in the school newspaper?” You looked at the note your teacher gave you as a rubric for the article. “Yeah, it’ll be in next week’s copy.”

“Sounds cool,” he said taking another chip, “I won’t read it.”  You grabbed one of your folders and hit him the shoulder with it jokingly. “Jerk.” You muttered and his smiled dumbly. “Wait, did school end?” You asked upon seeing the football practice and some cheerleaders walking along the track. Jughead nodded and got back to typing away, but suddenly lifted his head and laughed. “What?!” You asked, leaning towards him. “Look who’s a cheerleader already!” You squinted and saw that it was Betty Cooper and Veronica walking the track. You almost fell off your seat in embarrassment. She looked adorable in the cheerleading uniform and it was just too much. “You should ask her to the dance, Y/N.”

You turned to face Jughead, your face beet red. “Why!?” You yelled, drawing the attention of the people below. You blushed harder when you saw Veronica looking up into the bleacher to where you were sitting. She gave you a wave, which you shyly return. “You’re going to the dance so you might as well go with someone.” You nodded at his words but turned back to him. “She’s hanging out with Archie though, and I don’t want that to-”

Jughead lifted a finger to silence you. “That doesn’t change anything. Just because I’m a reject doesn’t mean you have to be one too.” He gave to a happy look, “We will still be friends.” You smiled at him, which he tried to return. “Now go get the girl Y/N L/N.”

You made your way down the bleachers and to the track. You ran after the two girls who were still walking. When you finally made it to them, you felt the blush on your face deepen and the butterflies in your stomach start to storm. What if she didn’t even like girls? Maybe this was a mistake, but it was too late now. “Hi.” You said, you sounded so dumb.

“Hello there. You’re Y/N right?” Veronica asked, giving you the brightest smile you had ever seen. You nodded, “Yeah, and I was wondering if you would like to attend the back to school dance with me.” Betty looked at you then at Veronica, and slowly made her way towards one of the football players. “Oh?” Veronica asked, her eyebrows raised. Your heart sank, “Sorry if I weirded you out, I’ll just-” You were cut off by a warm pair of lips on your cheek. “You’ll see me at seven.” She said with a flirty tone, that her large brown eyes seemed to mimic. “I’ll see you at seven.” You repeated and with a sweet smile, she walked away.

You ran back up the bleachers to Jughead, with a stupid grin on your face. The moment you sat down, you let out a large breath you didn’t know you had been holding in. “She said yes!” You squealed excitedly. Jughead let out a laugh, “You have a little something right there.” He pointed at your cheek and you opened your front camera and saw the lipstick stain. You just smiled at your loner friend who, for the first time in a while, felt like maybe people weren’t so bad after all.

Almond Joy (Suprise Dogsitting)

Summary: You take care of Bucky’s dog and find out who he really is

Word count:1851

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: Clearly I’m not the best at choosing titles, but I hope that doesn’t deter anyone from reading this! Hope you enjoy :) Oh and there will be multiple parts!

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It had only been a few days into the spring. Spring excited you because it meant a new beginning of life, which comes along with new goals and new experiences. You checked your list of goals for the year. At the top was the typical “get in shape”. 

Since most people’s resolutions were too broad, they usually did not last. So, you listed that you would go for a jog for at least half an hour every morning and substitute unhealthy food for healthier ones, such as eating wheat bread instead of white bread or granola bars instead of chips. This was supposed to start at the beginning of the year, but you had forgotten to and ended up putting it off towards spring time.

You were on spring break, so you did not have to worry about school interfering with your schedule. With the free time that you had, you got up whenever you woke up to exercise. Had it been the school year, you would have jogged 6 am every morning since you had a class that started at 8. You jogged into the city and returned to your apartment afterwards to continue with the rest of your day. It became a routine that you were fond of. Exercise may not be your strongest suit, but the feeling of satisfaction afterwards was well worth it.

You grabbed your running shoes by the door and headed outside. A few steps down your driveway you realized you had not grabbed a water bottle nor locked the door. You returned inside and took a water bottle from the fridge and locked your front door. It was cold outside. Although you hated the cold, the weather was in your favor; it’s a lot better than running when it’s hot out.

The cold air at first brought goosebumps but then your skin started to release sweat a few minutes into your jogging. Music was blasting through your ears and you imagined yourself in a music video, and the scenery around you played a role in it.

Once you reached the end of the sidewalk, you clicked the pedestrian crossing button. The breeze hit against you as you waited for the red hand to change into a walking person sign. You took a swig of your water and gulped it down.

When the light changed, you continued jog. The hardest part about exercising was getting yourself to begin. Once you began, you pushed yourself until you got tired. The nature got nicer as you kept jogging. Your thoughts were clouded with what you’ll be doing for the rest of the day. After you jog and shower, you had nothing planned for the rest of the day. The idea of messaging a friend popped in your head so you mentally noted to do so when you got back home.

You glanced down at your timer. It had been seventeen minutes out of the thirty. Time flew by. Transitioning from a slow jog to a fast walk, you tried to keep your breathing even. It was time for you to head back towards home. In the corner of your eye, you spotted a large brown dog. It was sniffing the ground. The dog had a dog tag on it, so you figured it had escaped from someone’s house.

The music was still playing in your headphones so you paused it. You called it over and it looked at you, but it continued to sniff the sidewalk. Noticing that you were cutting time into your walk, you went back to your exercise.

The path became bumpier as you moved and you slowed down so you wouldn’t fall. Over your headphones, the sound of barking intensified. You gasped and stopped in your tracks. With a swift turn, you faced the dog you saw earlier.

“Oh my gosh doggy, you nearly scared me,” you looked around to see if the dog was truly alone, and it was. There were no homes around for you to take the dog to “Want to come home with me?”

It just stood there, wagging its tail. In order to see if the dog planned on following you, you took a few slow steps. It followed you.

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Let Me Warm Your Heart Part 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 |

Word Count : 2,204

Warnings : None 

Summary: Y/N is tasked with a mission to keep the weird Barebone family in check. But things don’t always go as they are planned. After all, love always chooses those paths which are the least predictable. 

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The balmy weather was nice enough to warrant a visit to Central Park, a picnic would have been the ideal activity for this breezy summer day. The flowers were in full bloom and the air hung heavy with the smell of food, probably wafting from the hot-dog vendor standing nearby. Ignoring her growling stomach, Y/N glanced up at the clear skies before shrugging away thoughts of an imagined holiday. Vacations were a luxury Aurors couldn’t afford, especially not in such turbulent times. 

She refocused her attention on the gathering crowd ahead of her, as the New Salem Philanthropic Society commenced another of its infamous rallies. Y/N effectively merged within the crowd, nonchalantly staring at the flyer she had been handed. The Barebone woman continued spewing vitriol against witches and magic, assuring them that the threat was very real. Y/N’s watchful eyes swept across the crowd once, before settling on the leader of the Second Salemers as she urged the gathered people to watch out for the lurking darkness that hid so cleverly among ‘us’! Mentally, Y/N scoffed wondering how many actually believed this supposed gibberish. But disbelief was good, disbelief kept her kind safe. And above all, it was her job to keep that disbelief unwaveringly constant. 

She shifted a few paces ahead, before blocking herself from Mary Lou’s line of vision behind a man wearing a rather outlandish top hat. She continued her observation, staring at the two daughters standing beside the woman. The elder one, Chastity stood primly, projecting an image of trained etiquette and polite interest. The younger one Modesty, meanwhile, shuffled onto the steps of the bank where the rally was being held, mumbling a song and fidgeting to its tune. 

Y/N gaze then shifted to the eldest of the Barebone children, Credence. He stood amongst the crowd, handing out flyers with shouty capitals, blaring the NSPS anti-witch propaganda. He must be quite tall, Y/N mused, as her eyes assessed the lanky boy. But he seemed shorter with the pronounced hunch with which he carried himself. Almost as if he could disappear into nothingness if he tried hard enough. 

It had come as a surprise to Y/N when her fellow colleague Tina Goldstein had been removed from Auror services. For jeopardising their safety by violating the International Statute of Secrecy’s provisions nonetheless! Tina was a stickler for rules and for the number of cases that they had partnered together, Y/N knew her to be thorough and efficient. How she ended up losing her steam over the Barebones and subsequently losing her job as well, was a mystery. 

What came as a greater surprise however, was when Director Graves summoned her in his office. He assigned her the responsibility of keeping an eye over the Barebones, ensuring that the safety of the wizarding community was not threatened by the enflamed speeches of an overenthusiastic zealot. While she was of the opinion that there was no harm in keeping a watchful eye over this fanatic, there was something in the way the Barebone boy carried himself that kept drawing Y/N’s attention. 

Not one for distractions, she changed places again, this time edging towards the back of the crowd. Her gaze trained itself on the speaker again as she withdrew from the dense crowd, making sure that Mary Lou didn’t notice her. In her effort to appear inconspicuous, she didn’t realise until it was too late as she stumbled across someone’s feet. Though the force was not near enough to knock the person down, it did displace the dozens of sheets that the person was carrying. No, not sheets, flyers to be exact. 

When had Credence slipped to the back, Y/N wondered, as they both crouched down to gather the scattered flyers. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise you were standing here. I was in a rush to get back to work. I hope I didn’t hurt you?” she gave an apologetic smile having managed to collect a few of the papers, and handed them to the gaping boy. He stared at her for a moment as their fingers brushed each other, before swallowing audibly and said, “N-no. It was, m-my fault. I shouldn’t have been…standing here. Y-you didn’t hurt me. S-s-sorry!” he stuttered nervously as tingles surged from his fingers where they had accidentally touched Y/N’s.

She waved away his apology before smiling brightly and said, “No worries. I do hope you are alright though”, glancing at her watch she muttered under breath before continuing, “I have to go now, lunch time is almost over. I’ll see you later then! Have a good day!” she waved breezily before crossing the road and disappearing in the bustling crowd. He turned around to face the rally once more, warmth enveloping his being at the possibility of meeting the kind and pretty woman again. But the sight in front of him made his stomach fill with dread and he paled visibly. His mother was staring at him, malice dripping from her gaze; it would suffice to say that she was not at all happy with him.

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Y/N cursed herself as she hurried towards her cabin in the MACUSA. That interaction should not have happened. It was vital for the assignment that the Barebones remain unaware of her, as much as possible. It was a lapse of judgement on her part when she struck up a conversation with the boy. It would have been easier, wiser even, had she just walked away without stopping. People tended to forget the faces of rude strangers stumbling across their toes as opposed to polite strangers helping them out. But on seeing him she couldn’t bring it in herself to act the part. 

Y/N cursed herself again as she stumbled in her cabin. Sinking wearily into the chair, she pulled the nearest sheaf of papers towards her. She would have to lie low for a while, make sure that her absence and the flow of time did away any traces of recognition from the boy’s mind. Sighing loudly, she read through the paperwork before signing a few and tearing away one or two. A head popped into her cabin, followed by the appearance of a smiling brunette. “Hello Miss Workaholic! Having a long day?” Y/N spared a glance from her work before giving up the day as one of the worse ones. “Abernathy”, she had acknowledged his presence but that didn’t mean she had to have a conversation with him. 

She continued staring at the application for an early release from detainment, not grasping a single letter of the 700 word document, hoping against hope that the man would just let her be. “Tough case?” Apparently not. “Not really.” Curtness and a calm demeanour was the key in such scenarios. “Care to join me for lunch? I was just about to pop out and was hoping you could join me. It’s a lovely day and you shouldn’t waste it cooped up in….” She cut him abruptly, “I’m sorry I can’t. As you can see I’m a bit busy at the moment. Paperwork does make the day long and it won’t complete by itself however much I charm my quills. They haven’t invented the artificial intelligence ones yet I’m afraid.” To hell with calmness, today was just not her day! 

Abernathy gave her a disappointed look before saying, “Well another time I suppose. Oh by the way, Director Graves wanted to see you.” He casually mentioned that as if they were discussing the weather, the oaf! “And you are telling me now! I better see what he wants…” Y/N closed the file before exiting the cabin, Abernathy in tow. “I thought you were popping out for lunch?” She questioned her unwanted companion as he tagged along. He came to a stop as if remembering it suddenly, “Why yes. I..I shall be going then?” He questioned as if seeking permission. But Y/N had long since disappeared, his question echoing emptily across the hallway. 


Y/N hurried towards the upper echelons of MACUSA hoping against hope that she hadn’t made the Director of Magical Security wait for too long. She wondered whether she had unwittingly jinxed herself in the morning or got up on the wrong side of the bed. Or perhaps it was the neighbour’s pet Kneazle crossing her path with a pointed hiss. Mr Smith had always envied her for bagging the road side apartment (something about better natural light) and she wouldn’t put it past him to rub some bad luck potion on his pet in the off chance that it stumbled across her. All in all, the day was going down in the dumps by the looks of it.

When she knocked and entered Percival Graves’ posh cabin, this theory was further bolstered. He was staring at her with a stormy expression, rubbing his temples in a weary manner. “I had hoped you would reach here the moment I called upon you. Tardiness is unbefitting of an Auror of your stature.” His voice was low and razor sharp, cutting the air with the accuracy of a newly sharpened blade. Donning her best professional visage, Y/N answered in a voice smooth as silk, “My apologies Director Graves. I just returned from observing the targets you had assigned me and when I received the message from Mr Abernathy, I came immediately.”

Her boss stared at her, taking her words in and making her uncomfortable under his intense scrutiny. When he spoke, his voice dropped an octave as if distancing himself from the room they were occupying, “Ms Y/L/N I presume that you are not keeping any written accounts of this assignment?” This had been one of the conditions for accepting the case and had made Y/N’s spine tingle with unease. Undocumented missions ensured the highest amount of confidentiality, but at the same time there was a danger of increased responsibility on the Auror. The Director could very well wash his hands off in case things went awry and Y/N would be stuck in inquiries faster than you could say Protego, with no real means of an escape. 

“Yes sir” she answered him, maintaining the façade of calmness. “Good. Though it isn’t a matter of grave concern at the moment, it is imperative on your part that you keep a close eye on them without anyone knowing what you are up to.” She nodded once, showing her acquiescence. “Y/N” he called out. She was thrown off guard by the casual manner in which he addressed her. So very unlike the strict, no nonsense man known as Percival Graves. “You are a valued part of the MACUSA, your skills are unparalleled even amongst our best on field Aurors. You were top of your class and it is a privilege that you chose to work with us instead of your native Ministry of Magic. You will definitely go places.”

Y/N swelled with pride at the praise but a tingle of worry skittered across her conscious. There was something wrong with this. “Thank you, Sir. It’s an honour…” “However, you should be careful of the path upon which you tread. A careless mistake and it could cost you your career. I would be sorry if you followed into the footsteps of Ms Goldstein.” His eyes bore into her, considering her the way a hunter may look upon his prey. The nerve of this man! He was openly threatening her as if she were in the wrong! Steeling herself Y/N replied, “I assure you Sir that something like that will never happen as long as I’m on this case.” She stared into brown eyes, a challenge in her gaze. “Very well. I will expect the usual verbal report the next time you find anything of note.” Noting the unspoken dismissal, Y/N gave a curt nod before excusing herself out of the room.

She hurried towards the sanctuary of her cabin. The moment she entered it, she locked the door, put a muffling charm on the room and extracted the tiny pair of floral earrings from her ears. Setting them on her desk, she waved her wand in the air carefully but nothing happened. She gave a sigh of relief, atleast she was free from worrying about any external unwanted snooping. She then tapped the earrings carefully, a muttered incantation under her breath. The earrings sputtered for a moment before echoing in a voice frighteningly similar to the Director of Magical Security, “I would be sorry if you followed into the footsteps of Ms Goldstein.“ 

Y/N let out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding. Who knew learning to enchant everyday items that could record her magical lectures would one day help her in this manner? Graves may have thought himself too brilliant to hoodwink, but she had a few tricks up her sleeve. Slipping on the earrings again, Y/N’s mind went over the conversation once again. Her intuition had been correct. Something about the Barebones was making Graves anxious, so much that he went to the length of threatening her to ensure that the case went smoothly. The picture was too hazy to discern any meaning from currently. But Y/N vowed that she wouldn’t rest till she got to the bottom of this.


A/N: Hah, this was supposed to be a one shot. Though turning it into a series doesn’t seem that bad of an idea. This is a filler chapter, where I’m setting the scene for the oncoming plot. Hope you guys liked my first venture into the fbawtft universe. Please excuse any typos and let me know how you found it. Gif credits to the owner. ~mystical reading nerd

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.9

A/N: Hello everyone! Sorry about the delay last night, but I hope you all enjoy part 9. As always I need 100 notes and feedback, but y'all know the drill. And I know I the ending is a bit shitty, but it was getting long so I had to cut it off.Hope y'all enjoy💕 I’m starting to think these two pink hearts are like my signature here on tumblr lmaoo

 **WARNING** : Smut ;) I feel awfully dirty about writing this, but I really don’t mind.


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Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen
Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}


Five days. 

 It had been five long, awfully boring days since Calum had spoke to you. The morning after you ran off he sent you a good morning text like every morning, but the only response he got was the read receipt on the bottom. It was the same for his annual goodnight text as well. He had been texting and calling you non stop since then, but you didn’t give him the time of day. Whenever you actually did respond it was just to tell him to stop texting your phone. 

 “Cal do you wanna go-”

 “I don’t really want to do anything with you at the moment, Ashton.” Calum spat and the curly blonde stopped in his tracks at his doorway. 

 “I haven’t done anything wrong.”

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@yuriplisetsky is a size queen

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

2,900 words

“What are you talking about?”

“Your Twitter? Your thread that spends about ten tweets waxing poetry about the size of my dick? Everyone’s talking about it, the fans are going crazy, I had Victor ringing me up half an hour ago to ask if it was true and if I really had deflowered Russia’s Fairy like that, and I just – what the hell were you thinking, Yuri?”

In which Yuri gets drunk and Tweets some things he probably shouldn’t have.

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So @94mercy made this post that headcanoned that Yuri gets drunk one night and talks about the size of Otabek’s dick on social media, and I immediately knew I had to write it. Otherwise known as me just wanting to join in with all the hung!Otabek content that’s been coming out of this fandom in recent weeks. 

(Also tagging @daddybek because that’s where this all started back in February)


They’ve been dating for a few months when it happens.

Yuri goes round to Mila’s for a few drinks after practice one day, and they steadily make their way through a bottle of vodka, laughing and talking about their respective partners. The music is loud and Yuri feels all loose and giggly as he reaches for his phone, taking selfies and documenting their escapades on Snapchat. He’s never been this drunk before, so drunk he’s not even sure what order his memories from the last few hours go in, so drunk that he can barely stand, so drunk that the room is spinning.

He sits down and opens Twitter, starting to type. He doesn’t even think about what he’s Tweeting, just starts a thread and keeps on going until he gets it all off his chest. Mila is grabbing at his hands and pulling him up so they can dance together again, and Yuri’s phone lies on the couch, forgotten.

So he doesn’t see what he’s done until morning.

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anonymous asked:

if you aren't prepared to ask fansites for permission and put in effort then why are you running a fanbase. you clearly do not understand how fansites work if you don't get how you are being disrespectful. a lot of fansites do not want their data on tumblr period. it doesn't matter if you're not profiting from it, or archiving you should have the decency to ask to share someone's property. you do it with so many fansites, some of which even say no reupload in their bio! it's lazy?

Aw man, oh no! You caught me! T_T I’ve been an ARMY for 4 years, since fucking pre-debut, because I am lazy! I stream every album, buy every album, dvd, army membership, balance this with university, spend hours a day on this fucking blog, pull all nighters, translate in the fucking woods, recruit mods, skip meals, skip events, sit in a chair for over 8 hours during BBMAs posting because I’m really fucking lazy! I don’t think you understand and you must be new here (to this world, to Tumblr, to this fandom, to fucking manners), but you can’t talk to someone on Anon like this. Come out and say it off Anon. And if we are lazy, I will gladly accept a full list from you with all the fansites and whether or not they allow reposting on Tumblr! It seems like you are the better person in this situation~ You obviously know way more than me seeing the way that you are talking down to a stranger on the goddamn internet. Also, while you are at it, learn Japanese and Korean too! Also not too sure if you read Korean, but a lot of them state don’t re-upload as in don’t re-upload without credit or on certain Korean forums as I have stated. You don’t seem to have read the ask in full either because I said I ask and I don’t get replies, and when I do they all allow uploads. Furthermore, this blog isn’t a fanbase? I didn’t ask for this? We post for fun, have never been declared by the Tumblr society or ARMY fandom that I am a fanbase. There is no name tag here that say “Hello my name is Fanbase.” And just to let you know, if you send another message I’m blocking. This lazy, indecent human being doesn’t have time, energy, patience to put up with your attitude anymore^^
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Modern or Something

A quick Pennywise x Reader au where Penny gets a phone, hope you enjoy 😄

Once again if you don’t like this then don’t fucking read it 🎈❤️

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It had been 1980 something the last time the clown had visited the town of Derry. He had expected a change of the appearance, of course, every time he had come back it looked different. But this time was really different. People walked around holding small box like figures, easy to break, they were made of glass. There wasn’t a single person without one, every person seemed to be completely connected to these things. He could hear conversations going on from miles apart, no wires seemed to be required. He was hungry, but not only for food, he was hungry to find out what they were. Maybe he could use them to capture his next subject.

He had crawled out from under the drain one night and put on a face, a costume, of a human form. He wandered into a shop full of these devices, the sign outside had nothing but what looked like a silver bitten Apple.

“Hello sir, how can I help you today?” And employer spotted penny and greeted him. Penny looked around and pointed at the nearest phone. “Ah, are you interested in purchasing the iPhone 6s? If you have an old phone we could probably switch it out at a low cost” he beamed at Penny.

“I don’t have a phone at all” Penny managed to say, peeling his eyes off of the shelves and shelves of iPads and laptops.

“Oh! New-bee, old school huh? Grew up with your grandmother? I did too, no worries. Let me show you about these!” He presented Penny with a rose gold phone, set up a phone number and casually adding his name and number incase he had any other questions. Once it was all said and done, the guy turned around and penny disappeared, along with the new phone. “He forgot to pay” he said sadly.

“Dude, he’s probably those guys who hallucinates after drugs. This is why we should close the shop at 10 instead at 12 am” said a guy that was in the back.

—–

The screen lit up when Penny pressed the home button, it was the only button on there. But he had seen the worker use his bare hands to control it, so he pulled off his glove and began moving his finger around the screen, completely consumed by the way it looked.

He sat on a park bench, playing with the different apps and taking a few pictures of the surroundings. He attempted to take one of himself by turning the entire phone.

“Are you trying to take a selfie?” He heard, looking up, eyes adjusting from the bright screen to the dark figure.

“Selfie?” He questioned, confusion written on his face. Her face suddenly came into view, soft features smiled back at him and he felt more confused as to why she didn’t run away.

“Yeah, have you not taken one or are you too old for that?” She questioned, laughing a little as she came and sat next to his towering figure. He observed as she pulled out her own phone, background picture of herself a a few boys. She swiped right and the camera was open, quickly clicking the selfie mode on and she lifted it above her face, smiling into it. “See? Easy” her eyes gleamed with the soft street lights as she watched him copy her. His bottom lip pulled down and the corner of his lips curled up as he smiled into the camera.

“Like that??” He showed her, image too dark to see his pale features.

“You need to turn on the flash, otherwise you can’t see shit” she laughed again, quickly reaching over and turning on the flash. He went to snap another photo and was temporarily blinded by the quick flash. He growled a little at the light in his eyes. Her smile fell, a little creeped out by it. “Okay?” She asked, he nodded profusely rubbing some wetness from his eyeballs.

“That was really bright” he commented, looking over to her now standing body.

“Yeah, it happens” She put her phone away, looking down at her fingers, twisting them a bit. “What’s your name?” She glanced up at him through her eyelashes.

“I’m pennywise, the dancing clown” He said happily, and her smile returned.

“hey Pennywise, I’m (y/n). Did you forget your clown costume tonight?” She asked, watching his movements.

“I’m in my normal costume now” he stated. She laughed once more, stepping a little closer to him.

“Pennywise, you’re cool. Keep in touch yeah??” She grabbed the phone from his hands, before he could act, he watched her type in her name and number and it was back in his grasp. He watched her walk away, smile never dropping from her face.

“Could’ve eaten her” He mumbled to himself, but she didn’t fear him enough. Why??

The phone suddenly made a “ding” sound which caught him off guard. He looked down to it and found a message.

“Stay safe clown boy, xx 🤡💖”

The name read 🌸💛(Y/N) 💛🌸

He clicked the emojis, remembering what the guy from the store had showed him and clicked

“🍴👶🏻😃👅”

He fondly looked down at the images, thinking about the children he was about to hunt dow- ding. The phone rang once again.

“Same”


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[IDEA] Crimson Frost

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Word count: 1,200+
Pairing: Peter Parker & Reader
Warnings: Spoilers for Spider-Man: Homecoming
Summary: Idea: After Peter’s fight against Vulture, Tony wants to officially announce Spider-Man as a new member of the Avengers. Peter declines, much to the dismay of another addition to the team - you.
A/N: Spider-Man: Homecoming finally hit German theaters today, and I had to see it ASAP! It was so fucking good, gosh. Anyways, a rough idea of this came to my mind after Civil War, Homecoming added the final touches, and it would be fantastic if some of you guys could give me a piece of their thoughts about this. I would love to continue this, maybe in several parts! (Oh, and don’t worry; the request isn’t forgotten, I already got quite of it written down!) Enjoy! 💕




It seemed too good to be true.

Peter stood in awe (and shock), glanced to Tony Stark, Iron Man, who threw him a charming smile, and then back to the suit. The new suit, which looked really, really cool. If Ned could only see this.

And let’s not forget that Tony next to him wanted him to join the Avengers. Officially. Tony even had a a press conference planned. Peter would live in the new Avengers facility, he would train with the team, he would finally meet all of them properly!

“Mr. Stark, I … um … I am really honored to be offered this, joining the Avengers, with Iron Man as a mentor.”

Tony looked at him curiously, his smile a little bit fading. “Don’t beat around the bush, kid, spit it out! Is this a ‘yes’ or a ‘no?’”

Peter cleared his throat, looked to the ground and quickly back up to Tony. “A ‘no.’”

“You sure about this?” Tony asked, brows furrowed.

“I just have the feeling I have still some things to learn before I am ready; I’m gonna lie close to the ground and continue being a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Keep helping the little guy.”

“Well,” Tony said, moving a hand so the doors closed around the Iron Spider suit. It pained Peter a little to see this, but he wouldn’t change his decision – for now.

“I respect your decision,” Tony continued and turned, laying a hand on Peter’s shoulder and leading him back to Happy. “Taking back the suit did help you after all – even more than I expected.” He smiled once again, now patting Peter’s shoulder. “Happy’s gonna bring you back to Queens. Greet your aunt for me.”

“She … she doesn’t really like you.”

“What? I’m hurt, kid, really hurt.” Tony touched his chest, where his heart lay, jokingly. “Greet her anyway.” He smiled. “Good luck out there, Spider-Man.”

Peter smiled back, debating whether he should try this luck out again and go in for a hug, but he decided against it. “Yeah, thanks, Mr. Stark.”

“Wait in the car,” Happy said to him, moving his hand in the direction he originally came from, “have to have a word with the boss.”

“Alright.” Peter nodded and awkwardly waved Tony. “Goodbye, Mr. Stark.”

Tony smiled, waving back before shifting his attention to Happy.

Peter turned, a tiny part of him sad that he had to leave all of this behind before it really started.

“This was a test, right?” He spoke up, looking back to Tony. “This was a simple test of my character, am I right?”

“Of course,” Tony answered, smiling once again. “You did well.”

Peter chuckled, and continued his way back to the car. “Soon,” he said to himself when he nearly reached the doors leading to the garage. “When I am ready.”

“And then what?”

“Huh?” Peter flinched, head jerking into the direction of the new voice. A girl was standing next to him, a couple of feet away. She smiled at him curiously.

“What happens when you’re ready?” she asked, stepping a bit closer, head now tilted to the side. The h/c tips of her hair pulled up into a high ponytail fell on her shoulder.

“I … um … I-I’m not gonna -” Peter stuttered, not really sure if he could just tell this another person he didn’t know. “W-who are you?”

The girl’s e/c eyes widened, her mouth forming an ‘o’ shape. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot you don’t know me. Yet.” You laughed. “Time to introduce myself, I guess. Hello, Peter Parker, I’m Y/N L/N.”

Peter kind of expected an offered handshake, but instead you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a quick hug.

“It is so cool that you, Spider-Man, are joining the Avengers!” you said excitedly, hand on either side of Peter’s arms, keeping body contact. “I saw all the videos on YouTube, and the fight against Captain America’s team, and I know of the fight against Vulture! I am so impressed! Can’t wait to get the chance to train with you, and getting to know you, and I’m sure we’re gonna be amazing superhero friends!”

The words flew out of your mouth in a rapid speed, and Peter believed if he hadn’t been bitten by a spider he wouldn’t have been able to understand anything.

Suddenly, you stopped, your eyes widening again. “Sorry, I keep babbling, how rude of me. I’m just really excited, and – oh, god, you don’t have to be friends with me if you don’t want to.” You drew back your hands, clutching them to your chest, a nervous smile on your face. “’M sorry.”

“N-No, you don’t have to be!” Peter reassured you, holding his own hands up. “You seem really nice, and I’m sure we would get along just fine, but … I am not joining the Avengers.”

A pause.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

What?

Your smiled faded in record time, your facial expression going from sad to angry, and back to sad (or rather utter heartbreak) in a mere second.

“I-I-I-I don’t think I understand what you just said. You are not joining the Avengers? Why? I mean … did Mr. Stark show you the suit? The new, totally awesome suit? Did he tell you about the room next to Vision? I’m next to Vision, too, and it’s totally awesome … and … and … and,” you seemed at a loss of words, “Like, really awesome.”

Peter stared at you shocked, watching how you visibly swallowed. Then you noticed something behind his back.

“Happy!” you called, not even waiting until he reached the two of you. “Peter says he’s not joining!”

Happy looked to Peter, then to you. “Well, he isn’t. Tony had said you shouldn’t get this excited about the whole thing.”

“But Mr. Stark said-”

“-that you shouldn’t get this excited about the whole thing,” Happy repeated. “I’m sorry, Y/N, but you aren’t supposed to be here anyway. You had to wait until after the press conference.”

You stood there like a kicked puppy, and Peter had the strong feeling to be the one who kicked. He searched his brain for the right thing to say, not longer wanting to see this sad look on you. He didn’t know you, but he just knew he would do anything to keep the sad expression away from you.

“You have a phone?” he asked, making you furrow your brows.

“Y-yeah, ‘course.” You reached into the back pocket of your jeans, pulling out a Stark phone.

“Would you open your contacts for me?”

You nodded, realization quickly dawning. The phone unlocked with your thumb swiftly touching the screen, and you opened your contact list, giving the phone to Peter. He noticed that the only saved numbers were from Happy, Tony, and Rhodey.

“You can text me,” Peter said, tapping the button to add a new contact, “we can meet up anyways, train, chat, whatever. Get to know each other.” He handed the phone back to you.

You accepted it carefully, as if you might break it, and stared at the fourth contact. Peter Parker. A spider emoji was next to his name.

As you looked back to Peter, a bright smile adorned your face again, making it impossible for him not to smile back.




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Fridays are for Facetimes (Tom Holland Drabble)

for all those college students who dream of having Tom Holland as a boyfriend….a.k.a i wrote this because i want tom holland to call me lovebug???


Surrounded by open books, your laptop, and disheveled notecards; you laid on your stomach on the floor by your bed. It was only a few days into the semester but your course load had grown quite large since you were finishing up your general education classes before moving on to ones for your specialized major. Even though it was a Friday night, you found that your apartment was quietest at this hour. Your three other roommates were out on the town, leaving you alone in the small apartment. You debated going out with them but a text from your boyfriend alerted you to the possibility of a facetime, so you decided to spend the night with your books.

Your clock read 12:34 when his picture flashed up on your laptop and phone, both chorusing your ringtone. Moving your mouse from your chemistry homework over to the answer button, you could feel yourself smile. 

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Like I Do-Daniel Seavey (Part 2)

Author’s Note: I am so sorry that this took so long but I think it’s worth the wait! ;-) Here is part one if you haven’t read it already!  :-) Also–I must warn you that the beginning is a little boring as Daniel is not in it (if you read the first part, you know what and why) but trust me, it is building up to something good! :-)

♥ ♥ ♥

You wave goodbye to the last of your friends as they go their separate ways in the driveway and sigh to yourself before turning back inside. Everyone had left the party by now and it was just you, Eric and your parents.

“What now Birthday Girl?” Eric asks, throwing an arm over your shoulder as you walk with him into the living room. “Now we clean.” your dad laughs as he joins the two of you, his eyes immediately darting to Eric’s arm around you. You laugh before agreeing with your father. 

“Basically. We have to put the food away, put the presents upstairs and then take out all of this trash.” you answer him and he nods in agreement before grabbing a few gift bags. 

“These go up to your room right?” he asks and you smile at him. A while ago you’d given him a tour of the house and you were surprised he actually remembered where your room was. 

“Eric you don’t have to help clean up.” you offer but he quickly rejects. “Not a chance. Besides, I’m taking you out tonight so its only right.” he says and your dad feels the need to chime in. 

“I like him!” he yells from the other side of the room where he was taking a few decorations down. “Oh goodness. Yes, all of the presents go upstairs.” you say and Eric shoots you a wink before disappearing with a few gifts. 

You leave to help your mom in the kitchen and grab the broom to sweep up some fallen confetti. “Here you go.” she says as she wields the dustpan and you clean for a while in silence, the two of you exchanging smiles every now and then as you worked. 

“I think that’s everything.” she says happily as she shoves the last container of left overs in the refrigerator. “Okay. I’ll go check on dad and Eric.” you chuckle before heading back into the living room to find Eric and your dad on the couch together. 

“Oh God. Is he lecturing you?” you groan as you stand across from them. “Only a little.” your dad jokes and Eric just smiles at you. “Okay well I’m going to get changed for tonight.” you excuse yourself before making your way to the stairs. 

“(Y/N)!” Eric calls and you pause for a moment as you listen to what he has to say. “I left the opened gifts on the floor by your closet and the unopened ones on your bed!” he says happily and you thank him as you ascend the stairs to your room, wondering what he was talking about when he said unopened gifts. 

Suddenly it hit you, Daniel kissing you, Daniel leaving in the middle of your party because he felt “sick”. You never got a chance to open his gift and now you weren’t sure if you even wanted to…It wasn’t that you didn’t want to exactly, you just weren’t sure if anything between the two of you had changed. 

And now, staring at the gift bag on your bed, you hesitantly dial Daniel’s number and wait for your answer, your hands shaking as you bring the phone up to your ear. “Hello,” he greets and your heart practically leaps at the sound of his voice, 

“Dani I-” your heart sinks as you’re cut off by the continuation of his voicemail and you sigh before leaving him a quick message. “Dani, I’m sorry. Please call me.” you say softly, your voice trailing off a bit before you continue. 

“We need to talk about things.” you mumble before reaching for his gift and setting it down on your vanity, playing with the handles on the bag before emptying the contents. 

A black jewelry box catches your eye and you bite your lip as you open it slowly, a gasp leaving your lips when a Pandora charm bracelet is revealed along with a tiny note from Daniel. Reaching for the note first, you fight the tears as you read Daniel’s message out loud. 

“18 years of memories and counting. Can you match each one?–Love, Daniel” You smile before taking the bracelet in your hands, memories of you and Daniel flashing back to you with each charm. 

A music note to symbolize the beginning of you and Daniel’s friendship when you met in guitar lessons, a panda bear to symbolize the time you Daniel got kicked out of the Oregon Zoo, a palm tree for the first time you visited him Los Angeles…

Last but not least, a silver heart that you guessed marked his feelings for you; the memory being your first kiss. It all happened so fast and a feeling of guilt hits you as you think back to the kiss.

“He doesn’t know you like I do!“ You remember Daniel yelling and you mentally curse yourself for pushing him so hard. Maybe if you wouldn’t have argued with him he wouldn’t have done what he did. 

“He doesn’t love you like I do. He can’t. No one can.” His words echo in your mind and you trace bottom lip with your thumb, remembering the way Daniel’s lips felt against yours, trying to sort out your feelings about the kiss as you did so. 

Did you really not like it? Your hand moves to your stomach as you remember the way you felt as Daniel got closer to you just seconds before the kiss. You’d never been in love, and you weren’t even sure you knew what love was. 

Your hands reach for your phone and you dial Daniel’s number once more, your finger hovering over the call button for a few seconds before a knock in the doorway pulls you out of your thoughts. 

"Hey (Y/N), you going to be ready soon?” Eric asks softly as he takes in your appearance and you remember that you originally came upstairs to get changed. You mentally face palm yourself before stuffing the bracelet Daniel had gotten you into the vanity drawer and get up to face Eric. 

“I actually don’t feel too well. Would you be angry if I asked for a rain check?” you frown sympathetically as you lie to him. “That’s okay, its been a long night. Happy birthday, (Y/N). I’ll call you tomorrow.” he says understandingly and gives you a hug before leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

You felt bad for suddenly canceling on Eric but he was right, it had been a long night and you were ready for tomorrow already, even though it was full of its own pros and cons. 

Pros: you were going to get to see the boys’ concert, meet their sweet fans, and get some quality time in with your friend Aspen. Cons, well con: you didn’t know how you were going to face Daniel. 

Not wanting to think about that yet, you begin getting ready for bed and after a long shower, you throw on some pajamas and hop in bed with your phone, checking your social media for the first time today. 

Since the fans found out about you and Daniel’s friendship, your social media following grew immensely and although you were extremely grateful, it was impossible for you to keep your notifications on all day if you wanted to focus on anything else. 

The second turned them on, your phone instantly blew up, all of the mentions and birthday messages from today coming at you all at once. As you were scrolling through Instagram, a tagged picture caught your eye and you clicked on it immediately, sighing when you saw it was a picture of you and Daniel together. 

It was taken just after a long hike on the Angel’s Rest Trail, you and Daniel sweaty and smiling with pride as you faced the camera hand in hand. Your eyes scan the caption quickly and you discard your phone before you have a chance to react to it. 

@seaveydaniel: Happy Birthday (Y/N). I love you more than you will ever know. His caption was the last thing you read before falling asleep.

•••••

“You coming (Y/N)?” Aspen asks softly as she leads the way back to the tour bus. “I don’t know if I should, I am kind of tired.” you lie and she frowns before linking your arm with hers. 

“Oh come on, you can at least hang out with us for a bit before we go to the hotel. I can’t stand being the only girl around these morons!” she laughs and you join her. 

“Okay, okay.” you agree and you walk arm on arm to the bus, the two of you in no hurry as you would probably be waiting on the boys for a bit anyway. “So did you enjoy tonight?” Aspen asks when you’re able to finally sit down. Your mind begins to swarm and you nod before answering. 

“Yeah it was a lot of fun. Nice to finally get to see the boys on stage.” you smile and she nods before whipping out her phone. The second Aspen diverts her attention from you, you let your face fall as you go over the events of the concert and the after party. 

The concert was great. The boys did well and you were delighted to meet some of the sweet fans. The only thing you wish you could have changed was Daniel’s attitude on stage. 

You could tell he was hurting and even though he kept his signature smile, his eyes told another story every time they met yours in the crowd. The after party was better, you and Aspen got to relax a bit and watched as the fans talked and laughed with the boys. 

Every once in a while though fans would approach you, bombarding you with questions and comments about you and Daniel’s relationship, asking things like “Are you and Daniel dating?” and “Can the two of you just make it official already?”. 

You answered them with a forced smile, hoping that Daniel couldn’t hear them from his spot across from you. Overall though, it was a great experience and you were glad that you didn’t back out; and you hoped that Daniel felt the same way.

•••••

“Here they come!” you hear Bill exclaims and you sit up to see the boys through the bus window, waving their final goodbyes to the fans before finally making their way onto the bus. 

“Hellooo ladies!” Jack greets, waving to you and Aspen before making himself comfortable on the seat next to Aspen. “Hey Jack.” you laugh as he pushes Aspen over to make more room for himself before greeting the rest of the guys. 

“Great job tonight, you guys blew me away!” you cheer and the boys all thank you before sitting down as well. “I’m so sweaty its disgusting.” Jonah groans before excusing himself to the bunk area to put on a new shirt. 

“So what was your favorite song of the show?” Zach asks as he and Corbyn sit down to join you, Corbyn’s eyes don’t leave his phone and you assume he’s talking with Christina. 

“Hmm. It’s hard to choose, but I would say ‘We The Party’.” you tell Zach with a smile. “I like that one too.” Daniel pipes up from his spot in the doorway and you notice that he’d been keeping his distance. 

“I know you do.” you smile at him but he doesn’t quite return it. Instead, he silently sits across from you in the spot next to Jack. “What was your favorite?” you ask softly, turning your attention back to Zach. 

“I would have to say 'All My Love’. I love that one.” he says and before you have a chance to continue the conversation, Daniel is chiming in again. “Mine’s 'Free’.” Daniel says loudly and you smile at him as he continues. 

“Are you going to ask me why?” he asks and you hesitate before doing so. “Why is 'Free’ your favorite Daniel?” “Because it reminds me of this girl I know.” he mumbles, sitting back on the couch and you roll your eyes at his childishness. 

Petty Daniel was definitely your least favorite Daniel. “Hey someone scoot over so I can sit.” Jonah whines from just a few feet away from you and you’re glad he could stop the conversation between you and Daniel before it got as heated as last time. 

“You can sit here Jonah. I should get going anyway.” you say as you stand up and grab your purse, earning a few whines and waves from the rest of the group. 

“Bye (Y/N), I’ll text you in the morning!” Aspen beams and you smile at her before saying your goodbyes to the boys. “I’ll walk you out.” Daniel says suddenly and you try to hide the shock on your face as you nod softly. 

Aspen shoots you a look and glare at Jack immediately, of course Daniel told Jack about the kiss, and of course Jack had told Aspen. You grit your teeth as you and Daniel get through a group of fans who were still outside. 

“Hey guys I can take pictures with you in just a minute, just let me get (Y/N) to her car safely.” Daniel says sweetly as he puts a hand on the small of your back, something he always did when you’d been caught in a crowd. 

When you finally reach the car, he pulls away and you turn to face him as you unlock your car and throw your purse inside. “Thanks Daniel.” you practically whisper, fiddling with one of the belt loops on your jeans as you wait in silence for him to respond. 

“Of course. And am sorry I didn’t call you back (Y/N), Its just-” he starts but you finish for him. “Its hard for you. I get it.” you smile softly and he nods before rubbing the back of his neck.

After a few minutes of standing in silence, Daniel speaks up. “Well, I’ll call you tomorrow before the flight?” he asks and you smile before giving him a small hug. “The show was amazing Daniel. Thanks for inviting me.” you say before getting in the car, Daniel sending you off with a thump on the trunk.

•••••

The next morning, the incessant buzzing of your phone wakes you and you answer it with a yawn. “Hello?” you say groggily and Eric’s voice greets you on the other side of the line. 

“Morning (Y/N!)” Eric beams and you return his greeting as cheerily as humanly possible. “I’m sorry did I wake you?” he asks sarcastically and you can tell he’s smiling. "Seeing how its currently ten in the morning, yes.“ you groan. 

You’d never a morning person and it was something that took Daniel a while to get used to. You smile to yourself as you think of Daniel but quickly turn your attention back to Eric. 

"So what do you want to do today?” you ask, finally getting out of bed for the day. “Breakfast?” he asks and you sigh before correcting him. “Brunch.” Eric’s laugh echoes over the phone and you join him before the two of you agree to go to brunch at eleven. 

Once you’re off the phone, you head to the bathroom to shower and do your makeup. After that, you rummage through your closet and settle on a v-neck spaghetti strap dress with a floral pattern and a cardigan to match. 

Twirling the ends of your hair in the mirror, you sit down at your vanity and deal with it too, fixing it just how you like it. Opening up the drawer of your vanity, the sparkle from Daniel’s bracelet catches your eye and quickly take it in your hands. 

As terrible as it may sound, a part of you wishes you were spending the day with Daniel instead of Eric. That didn’t mean that you loved him though, did it? A knock on the front door snaps you out of your thoughts and you slip the bracelet on before grabbing your purse and heading downstairs. 

“Morning.” Eric greets you at the door and you smile at him as he leans in for a kiss. For some reason, though, you dodge him and his kiss lands on your cheek. “Good morning.” you say awkwardly before heading to his car side by side. 

“Okay so I was thinking that we go to the cafe and get our food to-go and then head to the lake for a picnic?” he asks and you nod slowly. An off feeling goes through you as you think about Daniel’s flight and you try to brush it off but the motion of the car isn’t really helping. 

“(Y/N)?” Eric questions and you turn to him with a small smile. “Did you hear what I just said?” he asks, his own smile fading as you shake your head. “No I didn’t sorry. What were you saying?” you ask and he repeats himself about taking you on his parents’ boat sometime. 

“Yeah that sounds cool.” you lie as you fiddle with the charm bracelet on your left wrist; you hated sailing ever since you were young. You weren’t sure why, but for some reason, you always got seasick and even thinking about it now made your skin crawl; and if Daniel were here he would laugh at Eric even mentioning it. Daniel… 

“Eric, wait.” you surprise yourself by interrupting him mid-sentence and he listens as you continue. “I need you to take me home.” The words were jumbled coming out of your mouth and you weren’t even sure if you meant them, but Eric was. 

“This is about Daniel isn’t it?” he asks and you nod shamefully. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s coming over me but I-” “You love him.” he finishes for you and you fall silent at the certainty of his words. 

“I don’t know.” you admit softly. “I saw you guys at the party…the kiss.” he almost whispers and your heart sinks. “What? Why didn’t you say anything?” You had no right to be angry with him–what Daniel did was practically all your fault–but you wondered why he would keep this from you, why he would act like nothing had changed between the two of you since that night. 

“I know you told him you didn’t feel the same way. I could tell by his reaction. At the time I was glad that you didn’t kiss him back. But now…” he trails off. “Now?” “Now, I don’t know. Its obvious that you have feelings for him, even if you can’t admit it to yourself.” he says and you can’t help but feel sorry for him. 

“I’m so sorry Eric. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” you apologize but he just smiles. "Its okay. I like you…I really, really like you but Daniel loves you. And a hell of a lot from what I can tell.“ he smiles and you can’t stop the pink from running to your cheeks. 

"What now?” you ask, your brow furrowing as Eric drives past the cafe you were supposed to get brunch at. “Well its about 11:17,” he says as he looks away from the road for a moment to check his watch. “And Daniel’s flight leaves at what, 11:45?” he asks and you nod slowly, still unsure of what he’s getting at. 

“Yes, and?” you question, a smile creeping onto your face at the mention of Daniel’s name. “So we’re going to the airport.” he says matter-of-factly and your smile grows. “Are you serious? You would do that?” you beam at him from the passenger seat. 

“For Daniel, no. For you, yes.” he speaks with a smile but you can tell it hurts him to do this. “Thank you so much.” you say, excitement flooding your system as you see the road signs leading to PDX.

•••••

As the distance between you and the airport gets smaller and smaller, your stomach turns and you swallow hard to settle it. “Are you alright?” Eric asks and you nod before trying to sort out your thoughts. 

If Eric was right about you loving Daniel, why was it so hard for you to grasp the idea? You think to yourself and your excitement turns into pure nervousness as the car comes to a stop in front of PDX. 

“You can do this.” Eric says and you smile at him before reaching for the door. “Do you want me to wait or?” he asks and you shake your head. “I can find my way back but thank you. For everything.” you say softly and after giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, you exit the car and begin for the main lobby of the airport. 

You’re greeted by a sharply dressed woman with a smile and it hits you that you had absolutely no idea where Daniel would be. “Hi how can I help you?” she asks perkily and you return her smile while you think of how to word your next question. 

“Yes, um, can you tell me where the flight from here to Los Angeles boards?” you ask and she looks at you in confusion before you clarify. “It’s scheduled to depart at 11:45.” you add and she looks through a few papers before grinning at you. 

“You’re here to see that boy band aren’t you?” she asks accusingly and you decide its better to look like a crazed fangirl than an idiot in love. “Yes. I love Why Don’t We so much!” you play along, laughing to yourself at how she rolls her eyes playfully. 

“Down that hall and up the stairs. You better hurry before they’re swarmed with girls!” she says and you thank her before following her directions, the butterflies in your stomach getting stronger as you ascend the stairs to see a group of girls huddled up in a circle, the boys’ heads just barely poking out of the crowd. 

As you watch Daniel with the fans, your heart swells and it finally hits you that you are madly in love with this boy. Everything about him is just so perfect–the way he acts with his fans, the way he is passionate about everything he does, the way he makes you feel–all of his amazing qualities hit you at once and you decide its time to make your move. 

Walking slowly, in an effort to blend in with the crowd, you hope that he can’t see you as he poses a few pictures and as the few fans who were your armor leave to make their way toward Jonah, you inch closer to him, staying behind him before speaking up. 

“Can I get a picture as well?” you ask innocently and he turns around quickly, a big smile on his face. “(Y/N)!” he exclaims, pulling you in for a bear hug. “I was just about to call you but then the fans got here and I-" 

"It’s fine, I understand.” you cut him off, eager to get him alone so you can finally tell him how you feel. “Are you in a rush?” he asks worriedly and you shake your head before pulling him off to the side, a handful of fans gawking at the two of you while another handful give you the death glare for stealing him away. 

“No I just need to talk to you alone.” you say as you continue to lead walk with him, your hand pulling him closely behind you before you stop in an empty hallway. 

“What’s going on?” he asks once you’re finally alone and you sigh as you think of how you’re going to say this. “Daniel I…” His eyes search yours and you swallow hard, your heart pounding as he patiently waits for you to finish. 

“DanielIloveyou.” you say and his emotion is unreadable for a moment as he processes the words that just came out of your mouth. His brow furrows and you realize that he may not have even heard you. 

“Daniel I-” before you can repeat yourself, Daniel’s lips are on yours and even though its second time your lips collided, it felt like the first and the feeling in your stomach told you that it would be like this every single time. 

“Say it again.” he begs as you part from him, and you smile before before repeating those three magic words. “I love you too (Y/N). So much.” he says before pulling you in for another kiss. 

The fans begin to flood the once vacant hallway, their chatter and phone screens filling the room but you don’t mind. For now its just you and him…and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

watchful pt. 1

Originally posted by howlsunscript

summary: you work at a mental hospital, taking care of diana reid. you also like to look at her son when he comes to visit, and he likes to look back.

words: 1200

warnings: this gets suggestive in an extremely mild way at one point, other than that its all fluff

a/n: this is a request for my lovely destini (@donuts1324), hope you’re having a great day, gal! this will include smut in later parts lmao

read part two here

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The Beginning (Secrets)

Summary: After leaving your assassin life behind, you seek a new life to forget your past. Nick Fury brings you into the life of the Avengers, posing as Tony Stark’s personal assistant. But, what happens when your secret’s revealed? 

A/N: Hey, all! My last series (Timeless) ended and I felt the need to write another one. Not really sure where I got this idea, but I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in this series. Also, I don’t speak many of the languages I’m writing here. Gotta trust Google Translate. Happy reading!

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, (Eventual) Steve Rogers x Reader.

Words: 1,312.

‘Secrets’ Masterlist’


“You’ll be safe here,” Nick Fury said, patting you on the back. You flinched and he let his hand drop to his side. 

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” you asked. Nick sighed and leaned on his desk, meeting your gaze.

“You defied HYDRA’s orders to save a girl from the burning building.”

“Yes, but -”

“I know that nobody knows what you look like, but if I figured it out, someone else is bound to as well. Let us take care of you. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but we need to make sure you’re safe,” he said. You sighed. 

“Mr. Fury -”

“Please, call me Nick.”

“Nick. I just want to have a normal life and experience normal things. You know, like getting a job and staying out late with friends. I’ve never had friends.” 

“You can do that. I can arrange for you to work alongside the agency,” he said. 

“I don’t want to work for another agency, Nick,” you said, crossing your arms. 

“You can work alongside Tony Stark, then. I can arrange anything you want as long as you work close to the tower.” You sighed, knowing that you couldn’t get out of this. You wanted out of the assassination business and this was a way out. 

“Okay, I’ll do it. 


You read your file again. It stood at the top of your cabinet where nobody would look. The manila folder was a little dusty, but you paid no attention. 

Alias: Shadow. 

Location: New York, New York. 

Handler: Fury, Nick J. 

Background: A bred assassin, experimented on by a part of the recently destroyed HYDRA branch. Started training at twelve years of age, made an official assassin at eighteen. 

You skimmed over the next few details which account for your total number of kills. 

Brought in by Fury and given a new story. Y/N Y/L, grew up in Brooklyn, New York and was put in the foster care system at the age of three. Moved around foster homes until the age of eighteen. Went to a local community college, but dropped out after her third year. Got a job at Stark Labs as a personal assistant to Tony Stark. 

You shut the file before reading further. You’ve practically memorized the words on the paper and didn’t need to read it to know what other information it held. Nobody knew your name from before. The members of the HYDRA branch that handled you were long dead and nobody kept any record of you. HYDRA had been afraid that somebody wanted to replicate their methods and decided to keep you a secret until they were ready to use your full potential. However, they didn’t account for the brainwashing to go south. You began to see that nobody else was like you. You began to crave a normal life and HYDRA desperately tried to reject the brainwashing. Fury had been able to take down HYDRA, but he didn’t know you existed. 

Now, after months of careful observation and questioning, he was sure you had no more ties to HYDRA. Dr. Cho and Maria Hill were the only two people, other than Fury himself, who knew who you really were. Maria, Fury’s right hand woman, knew everything Fury knew and assisted him in questioning you. Dr. Cho was the one who oversaw your well-being and recovery.

You tied your hair into a bun and glanced at the clock. Tony liked to be greeted in his office at seven in the morning so that he knew where you were. You lived near the other Avengers and his office wasn’t too far from your floor, just one down below. You stepped into the elevator and was greeted by FRIDAY, the Artificial Intelligence, who also knew your real identity.

“Good morning, Y/N,” FRIDAY greeted. 

“Good morning, FRIDAY. Is Mr. Stark in his office?” 

“Yes, ma’am. He arrived two minutes ago and is awaiting for your arrival.” 

“Thank you, FRIDAY.” 

You stepped out of the elevator and fixed your pencil skirt before giving Tony’s door a knock. 

“Come in,” he said from the other side. You stepped into the office and Tony was brewing a cup of coffee. 

“Good morning, Y/N. Would you care for a cup of coffee?” 

“No thank you,” you replied. 

“Suit yourself. I have a few reports on my desk that I’d like you to go over. I just need to know if it’s worth giving money to. Also, the French left a message on the phone and I think they’d prefer hearing someone who speaks French. They close their office in an hour.” You nodded and he proceeded to say you could use his desk. You smiled gratefully at him and opened the file, reading it twice over. 

“You should invest in this company,” you said. “They’ll bring you revenue and a lot of good press.” 

“Got it, I’ll have Pepper write a check,” he said, sipping his coffee. You picked up the phone and played the message from the French, calling them back as soon as you were finished listening. 

“Bonjour, comment puis-je diriger votre appel?” Hello, how can I direct your call?

“Bonjour. Je suis ici au nom de Tony Stark.” Hello. I’m here on behalf of Tony Stark.

“Ah, c'est Y/N Y/ L, non? Il a dit que vous avez parlé français.” Ah, it’s Y/N Y/L, right? He said you spoke French. 

“C'est correct. J'appelle à confirmer le contrat entre nos entreprises.” Correct, I’m calling to confirm the contract between our companies.

The conversation didn’t last very long. You looked at Tony. 

“I just made you a few million,” you informed. Tony grinned at you. 

“I don’t know how you do it, kiddo. You’re really something else.” You stood from his desk. 

“Is there anything else you need?” you asked, reaching for the door. 

“Yeah, if you could make your way to Fury’s floor and talk to him about the money we just made and give him the details,” Tony said. “Also, round everyone up for debriefing when you’re done. I need to check up on everyone.” You nodded and rode your way to Fury’s office and knocked on his door. 

“Come in.” You entered and explained the contract. 

“Thanks for letting me know. I’m glad that Tony’s bothering to keep me in the loop of anything he does nowadays. I have you to thank for that.” You offered him a small smile. 

“How are you fitting in?” Nick asked. 

“Fine, I suppose. I keep my head low and I do what I’m told. The pay’s good, too.” 

“Are you making friends? I know that’s something you mentioned when I first brought you here.” 

“Friends. That’s a touchy subject.” 

“Are you befriending any of the Avengers?” You tightened your jaw. 

“Not exactly.” Fury gave you a slow nod. 

“You’ll find your place, Y/N. I guarantee you will.” You sighed and nodded. 

“I’m not really used to being around other people. I think the team thinks I don’t belong there and I can’t really blame them.”

“I’m sure they don’t think that.” 

“I can guarantee it. They make the smallest comments and wonder why I’m living on their floor. I don’t belong there, but I don’t have anywhere else to go.” 

Fury looked at you with sad eyes and could only imagine what you’re going through. 

“I have to go. I’m supposed to round up everyone for a meeting.” Fury let you walk out the door and you found yourself back in the common room. You saw that everyone was in the room and they stopped their chatter once they saw your figure walk through the door. When you stood there for a while, Bucky spoke up. 

“Is there something you need?” It took every ounce in you not to roll your eyes. 

“You’re all needed for a meeting in Tony’s office,” you instructed. You turned your heel walked towards the elevator. 

17 on Tumblr (Jun)

hohoho here is the requested Jun on Tumblr! can you believe I actually got around to continuing this series lmaO


  • *cracks knuckles* *rubs hands*
  • let’s get started hohoho
  • okay so we all know Jun reads novels online and what not right
  • and seventeen has shamelessly, on a few occasions, admitted to searching themselves up online
  • so one day, Jun, being, well, JUN, searches up a fanfic about himself and he’s casually scrolling through naver when a title catches his eye
  • and it’s a posted on tumblr fic
  • at first he’s all like “????????” and innocently wonders what tumblr is, but then he asks vernon who then widens his eyes because yknow tumblr is mainly known for porn
  • he decides to venture into the unknown anyway
  • he starts off by reading the fic that got him there in the first place, and wow is he hooked
  • he kinda forgets that he’s the main character because it feels so surreal and different but at the same time similar to his own personality
  • but damn! he’s enjoying this fanfic way more than he should be
  • (don’t imagine an emo wen junhui staring at his phone intently at 3am about to internally explode because fic-him and the oc are giving each other the cold shoulder)
  • (and don’t imagine him stifling his laughs with a pillow to avoid waking up the other members)
  • yeah 
  • don’t
  • and let’s face it, he probably didn’t realise tumblr existed as a mobile app until he finished reading the entire fic
  • when he realises it is a mobile app he’s so excited and literally falls over himself downloading it
  • his username is probably some shit like “wjhui179696″
  • he searches up the fanfic that he read by the title, and finds the blog that posted it
  • and he’s awestruck
  • the blog is so pretty and the theme is so warm and the description is so nice and!!!!!!!
  • THE HEADER PICTURE IS A GIF OF HIM SMILING BRIGHTLY WITH SO MUCH JOY
  • he falls in love instantly
  • guess who owns that blog
  • that’s right
  • you
  • and you don’t just post 17 fanfics, you also post a great deal of other writings and poems and short stories, but your svt stuff always seemed like the only things that got reblogs so you stopped writing your poems and stuff for a while and focused more on the fics
  • and wen junhui is so enamored he finds himself scrolling through your entire blog and looking through all your pre-svt stuff and he’s like
  • shit not only are they a seventeen fan, they’re also generally just a really good author and poet who puts out really meaningful things!
  • and you have this one poem written in chinese for a module you took a long time ago and it’s so beautiful 
  • that jun took a quote from that poem and used it as his kkt status
  • obsession?? noOooOoOOooo what psh
  • anyways
  • he notices you don’t write such stuff anymore and he gets kinda sad 
  • so he sends you an anon ask that goes “Hello I’m a new follower but I realised that you stopped posting your original poems and short stories after a while, is it okay if you let me know why?”
  • and you receive the ask and !!! you didn’t actually think anyone would notice that you stopped putting out those poems and stories because they never got many notes anyways
  • you’re kinda touched and a small grin forms on your face because someone actually noticed? 
  • and you reply with 
  • “nah it’s nothing I just thought people would rather read my 17 fics instead. but thank you so much for sending this ask in”
  • jun reads it an d lmao guess what he says
  • “Oh if that’s the reason then just send those poems to me! I’d be more than happy to be your only audience ;-)”
  • FROM 0 TO 100 REAL QUICK WEN JUNHUI
  • and you’re at this point giggling and smiling to yourself because THIS ANON IS SO GREASY AND THEY’RE ONLY ON ANON but they’re also really cute so you reply with 
  • “sure but first reveal your username ;-)”
  • so he messages you with a “wassup i’m the ;-) anon”
  • and from then on blooms a beautiful beautiful mutual friendship thing
  • like it’s super cute because the both of you tag each other in 17 shit and other funny stuff and while jun always knows the 17 stuff beforehand (because, he’s well, part of seventeen), he always finds himself chuckling at the stuff you tag him in
  • not to forget you keep by your agreement and send him a bunch of your poems and stuff, and he’s always so happy and ! to read them
  • plus he’s always really excited to check the message you leave him, especially if svt had a really grueling schedule and he was dead tired and exhausted
  • and he finds himself being more drawn to your personality as y’all talked more and more??
  • you’re also under the impression that his name is wendy because when you first asked for his name he typed wen and then regretted it immediately so he did a Save and now he’s wendy
  • ok fast forward a few months
  • jun just had a comeback and he’s dead tired
  • you still don’t know he’s The Wen Junhui
  • (also he has a habit of referring to himself as The Handsome One)
  • (and Hot Boy 101)
  • (and Sizzling Shenzhen Babe)
  • the list goes on
  • but one day you message him and you’re kinda curious about how he looks like so you’re all like
  • “hey Muscle Man shouldn’t you at least show me your face once and let me see for myself how hot you actually are?”  
  • “sorry y/n i’m really tired now, another time maybe?”
  • but you don’t think he’s being serious so you say “lmao then what bout a skype call? you can just sleep and i’ll just stare at your face, we both win”
  • when jun reads your message he gets upset and disappointed because! he’d just gone through a day of shit from everyone
  • he had to deal with recording for an hour because woozi wasn’t pleased with his one line
  • and he had to suffer through hoshi’s relentless nagging and tiring choreography
  • and he thought maybe opening up tumblr would make him happier but instead he came on to see you asking for a pic and not even taking no for an answer???
  • so he’s just like 
  • you know what fuck it i’m just going to stop replying them
  • anyway it’s not like they can know i’m wen junhui
  • so boom
  • jun ignores you for a good whole week
  • but then !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • in that week you actually manage to get tickets for seventeen’s fansign !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • you’re so pumped and hyped because YOU FINALLY GET TO MEET JUN AND !!!
  • he’s the literal love of your life how can you not get really excited
  • except, you still feel kinda shit because wendy (jun) hasn’t replied you for ages
  • okay maybe it’s just a week but still
  • so before you go for the fansign you drop wendy (jun) a message telling him that you finally get to meet your idols and that you’re sad he can’t be with you :’)
  • and then right before he gets onto the fansign stage, jun reads the message
  • he panics for a while but manages to stay calm because lmao its not like they know i’m their online friend psh it’s all aight
  • but when he gets up there he sees a person sitting in a corner alone, with no fancy dslr but a small iphone camera, eagerly waiting for him to come out and 
  • he knows that’s you
  • you look so happy yet slightly :( and he can’t help but feel slightly guilty
  • so when it comes to your turn with jun,
  • you tell him how much you adore and love him (at this, jun blushes and eye smiles) but then you ask him for advice on how to apologise to a friend
  • and he goes from :-D to :-( real quick
  • because although that confirmed his suspicions about you being his amazing author memey mutual, he felt really really bad about making you feel shitty
  • so he’s like “wait let me show you a magic trick”
  • “take out your phone”
  • “you wanna apologise through text right?”
  • at this you nod your head fervently 
  • jun takes out his phone too
  • and he’s like “okay go to your chat, and on 1,2,3…”
  • a new message bubble pops up and 
  • “why use facetime when the real deal’s in front of you?” 
  • he shows you his phone screen with the exact same chat log as yours
  • and you’re just like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • he smirks and puts a finger to his lips
  • “sh’’
  • when the fansign ends, you’re so certain that it’s all a dream that you check your phone again
  • at this point another message pops up 
  • it’s an selfie of jun at the fansign location with his finger poking a far off image of you in the background
  • “how’s this for a picture? get home safely ah my dear carat! ;-)”
  • and that’s when you realise your mutual’s name isn’t wendy, but wen jun hui

!!!!!!! finally done with 3/13 of this series! i’ll finish the rest and update the masterlist in my free time so please be patient!

requests are open!

love, jyn

Because of You

Originally posted by peterparkerimagine

words: 1.1k

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

warnings: i don’t think there’s anything?please lmk though

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A/N: Hello!! I’m back with the fourth installment of the Peter Parker series!! If you want to read the first part you can read it here: Let Me Explain, the second part here: Trust Me and the third part here: Not Like This. If you’d like to get tagged in the series or send me a request/comment/question you can message me or send it to my ask box here. I hope you guys like it :)




“I do! I do trust you. I just- I-I didn’t want you to get hurt because of me,” he stumbled softly, his hands reaching out to me.

I took a step back, “Well it’s a bit too late for that now, isn’t it? You know what’s worse than being hurt because of you?” 

My voice cracked with what I croaked out next, “Being hurt by you.”

Peter’s voice was thick with sadness as he spoke,“_______ please, I didn’t mean to-”

“Maybe you should have thought it through, Peter.” I looked up at him and took my things before rushing out of his room and out of his apartment without another word.

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Oups? [2/x]-Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Summary: You get tagged in an instagram post, which leads to a certain superhero getting a crush on you

Pairing: Female reader x Peter Parker

Word Count: 529

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you so much for the lovely feedback, I’m honestly touched <3 

Part 1


“Peter” Ned whispered, leaning closer so the teacher wouldn’t notice. Peter sighed and looked up from his chemistry notes.

“What?” he asked, slightly annoyed from being interrupted. He was in the middle of solving an important equation. 

“I have a plan for your uh, you know “problem” Ned explained, looking around to make sure no one was listening. Everyone seemed to be concentrated in their work.

“My what?” Peter hissed, looking more confused than ever.

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