just kidding i know she hates me

Stuff My Mom Has Told Me During Hamilton (Act 2)
  • What'd I Miss: "Where'd his accent go?"
  • "That's Thomas Jefferson mom."
  • "No that's Lafayette."
  • "Same actor. Different character."
  • Cabinet Battle #1: "Why can't the debates be like this?"
  • Take A Break: "....where the fuck is Peggy?!"
  • Say No To This: "That God damn note what in the shit?!"
  • The Room Where It Happens: "So is Burr like, the person who tries too hard to be cool? Also there was three so what does he mean he arranged the seating?"
  • Schuyler Defeated: "Why do half these songs start the same?"
  • Cabinet Battle #2: "Fourth wall break!"
  • "What?"
  • "They mentioned Lafeyette! Fourth wall break!"
  • "Mom, same actor, different character. Lafayette and Thomas knew each other."
  • "Not important."
  • Washington On Your Side: "I've never been so ready to drop kick someone."
  • *Casually scoots away*
  • One Last Time: "Alex has such daddy issues..."
  • I Know Him: "I had actually forgotten about the King..."
  • "How?"
  • "I don't know! I thought he died!"
  • The Adams Administration: "This song is so short."
  • "It's not the full bit."
  • "What?"
  • *plays full one*
  • "Alex has a lot of anger issues."
  • We Know: "Wait - why do Jefferson and Alex hate each other so much? Is that sexual tension?"
  • "Mom..."
  • Hurricane: "You know I was in a hurricane once..."
  • The Reynolds Pamphlet: "Wait why do the three sound shocked? They already knew! They read it as if they hadn't!"
  • Burn: "Hello tears I forgot about you..."
  • Blow Us All Away: "I forgot they had kids...wait wasn't he just nine?"
  • Stay Alive (Reprise): "My God...you ever try and take a gun to fight someone and I may just kill you."
  • "That is /not/ the point of this song."
  • It's Quiet Uptown: *she just refuses to stop hugging me*
  • "Mom...please..."
  • "Shhh let me show my love..."
  • "Mom your tears are in my hair!"
  • The Election Of 1800: "What the shit?! Stop having depressing songs then a fun one!"
  • "Please let go of me..."
  • Your Obedient Servant: "This is so passive aggressive..."
  • Best Of Wives And Best Of Women: "This sounds so cute but...it's so sad?"
  • "Have you learned nothing throughout this?"
  • "...I want to hate it. I can't."
  • The World Was Wide Enough: "He...does know when people get older they need glasses right? Glasses don't mean murder. Otherwise you and your four eyes would be killing every day!"
  • Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: "That's Washington! I recognize that voice! It's so deep and sexy!"
  • "Mom this is an emotional song."
  • "I know! That voice deserves more action!"
  • "Mom..."

The One That Got Away

by reddit user bookshelfghost

Lily Harrison and I met at a graduation party when we were eighteen. As soon as I walked into the house, her bubbling laughter caught my attention. I couldn’t help but grin because it was so contagious, and she’d noticed. Already a couple drinks in, she pointed right at me and shouted, “Hey. You’re cute. Come be my partner.” 

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Rivals? || Peter Parker Imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 2238 words

Request by anon: hi, can you please do a peter parker x reader imagine where the reader is tony starks daughter or something and she and peter hate each other but they low key have sexual tension or something like that? and the imagine ends with them kissing or something? idk sorry if that didn’t make sense

No spoilers homie

Originally posted by peterbparkerr


Y/N Stark always wanted a normal life. She hated being known as Iron Man’s ​daughter. She hated not being a normal teenager. For her entire life, she was home schooled,being taught from the best in New York. So of course, she wanted to go to a high school, to have the experience of hating her teachers and falling in love.

The first day of freshmen year was strange at Midtown High, most people didn’t know who she was until she told them her name. Rumors had been going around about the infamous Y/N Stark was attending Midtown, but nobody thought of it to be true.

Teachers would kiss up to her, not wanting to face the wrath of her father, Tony Stark. Everyone wanted to be her friend by the Friday of her first week in high school, everyone but one person, Peter Parker. He hated how she got treated like royalty by the teacher and the students, especially Flash, who did anything to get her attention. He hated how her grades were as good as his. The whole school knew about their rivalry quickly into freshmen year.

After Peter got bitten by the radioactive spider that gave him his powers, he knew he had to do something with his ability. Like his Uncle said, “With great power comes great responsibility.” This only convinced him more that he should be out there, protecting the people of New York. He was also happy that he finally got something that Y/N didn’t have.

He would never admit it to anyone, but he thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. When she was around him, he was captivated by her beauty. They would share glances in the hallway but would both quickly look away from embarrassment.

Y/N didn’t hate him, she tried to be nice to him. She didn’t like how her dad gave Peter all of his attention, but she understood it was for a good reason. The two teens were always battling for first place for everything such as science fairs and debates. They were always neck and neck, him beating her as much as she did him. But, she thought it was cute when Peter did little things like tap his fingertips on his desk when he was nervous or whenever he spoke, she was drawn to his lips. She thought Peter was cute in general.

Most people saw his ‘hatred’ for her as love masked with hate. Everyone thought that by the end of high school the two would be dating. Peter’s friends tried convincing him to talk to her, nicely, but he wouldn’t. Y/N’s friends tried to get the two smartest kids at Midtown High together, but it just failed.

“Hey Dad?” Y/N asked while she sat at the dinner table alone with her father. He looked up from his food, “Hmm?” He mumbled back to her, with food in his mouth.

“Can I go to a-a party tonight?” She questioned, playing with the food on her fork.

“Where is it?” Tony asked, stuffing food into his mouth. Y/N looked up at him, “Queens. In the suburbs. A lot of my friends are going.” She added.

Tony nodded his head, “Fine you can go.” Y/N looked at her dad, eyes wide. “Really?” She exclaimed.

“Yes. But no drinking,” He stated, pointing his finger at her but paused, “Okay. Minimal drinking.”

Y/N smiled widely, nodding her head muttering, “Yeah, yeah of course. Thank you.” She ran up to Tony and hugged him.

She left her chair and went to hug him. “Let me take you.” He said as he hugged her back. Y/N pulled away furrowed her eyebrows, slightly confused at the man, “Why?” Usually if Y/N had somewhere to be, Tony made someone else take her so the act was strange.

Tony smirked, “Come on, you’d be the coolest person there because I have sweet cars.” Y/N nodded her head, agreeing with him. “Okay, well I’m gonna go get ready.” She beamed, running up the stairs.


Tony pulled up to you’re friends house, music blaring and red solo cups already littering the ground. He looked at Y/N, wondering where all the time went. “Ugh, you’re growing up, guess it had to happen sooner or later,” He joked, making Y/N giggle.

“I’m gonna go, I’ll call you when it’s over, or text you if I’m staying the night, alright?” She asked, exiting the car. Some of the teens who were standing outside or just got dropped off were staring in shock. Tony Stark just dropped his teenage daughter off at a party in a, most likely, a very expensive car.

Y/N slammed the door shut, “Bye Dad!” She waved with a smile, waiting for him to drive away.Tony smiled at his daughter, bidding his farewell before speeding away.

“God, she irritates me. She would obviously have her rich daddy drive her here in a cool ass car just to make herself look good.” Peter groaned as he went inside with Ned.

“Or maybe he wanted to take his daughter to a high school party?” Ned suggested, realizing that the statement didn’t make much sense. The boys walked over to the drink table. Booze, booze, booze. Whatever. Peter soon found the fridge and got water, in a red cup so people wouldn’t call him so prude.

Y/N had found a couple of her friends to hang out with. They were already buzzed, she wanted to stay sober just to make sure her friends got home safely.

Halfway through the party, Flash, the host, shouted, “Yo, if anyone wants to play seven minutes in heaven, bring your ass over here!”

About half a dozen people followed him. Everyone at the party was either too drunk to car about his statement or didn’t want to play the game where they were locked in a closet with a stranger. “Come on, let’s go.” One of her friends exclaimed.

“Yeah let’s go.” Herr other friend yelled.

“Um, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” She shouted over the loud music. Her friends rolled their eyes and grabbed either of her arms, dragging her in Flash’s direction. The group of people who wanted to play were already there, sitting in a circle, around a bottle that was resting on a table. She looked at the faces of all the people, and was met with the grimace of Peter Parker.

Her friends found an open spot in the circle so naturally, Y/N sat with them, sitting diagonally across from Peter. “You all should know how the game works. But, to those of you who don’t [cough] Peter Parker [cough].” Flash boomed, making his friends laugh. Y/N felt bad for him, he didn’t deserve to be treated badly. No one does.

“Whoever wants to start, will spin the bottle. Whoever the bottle lands on, you have to go into that closet,” He said, pointing to a closet nearby, “for seven minutes with that person. You can do whatever you want in there cause it’ll be locked. After seven minutes I’ll open the door and yeah. Start the process over again with the person next to you. So, who’s first?”

It was about 4 rounds into the game, and Y/N was getting bored. But she was glad she didn’t have to go in yet. After a pair came out of the closet, with lipstick smeared all over their faces it was Peter’s turn. “Be cool about it, there are a lot of hot girls in this circle man.” Ned whispered when Peter spun the bottle. Peter nodded his head, agreeing with his friend.

The bottle spun slower and slower, Peter’s hands were starting to get clammy. The bottle stopped and he looked up from the green glass. The person sitting in front of it was none other than Y/N Stark. All the teenagers froze, shocked at what had happened. “I-I gotta go,” Peter mutter, standing up from his seat on one of the couches.

“Na-na-na-na no,” Peter felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to see Flash, “You’re gonna go into that closet with your best friend Y/N.” Flash finished sarcastically, pulling Peter over to Y/N, before grabbing her arm and pushing them into the closet. Flash slammed the door closed, making the two flinch.

“Seven minutes starts now,” Flash shouted from behind the door, before walking away towards the group of teens.

It was quiet for about thirty seconds, the two both scared of talking to the other. There was enough space in the closet to leave you both a couple inches apart, but only a couple inches. “Um, I’m sorry you had to do this,” Y/N apologized sympathetically, “I should’ve never come to this stupid party.” She muttered the last part, shaking her head. Peter stayed silent, holding one arm with the other.

“Why do you hate me so much?” Y/N asked, desperate to know.

Peter sighed, “I-I don’t hate you. It’s just,” he paused, not knowing what to say, “I was so used to being the smartest kid in class and suddenly you show up, beating me in nearly everything. I guess I was just, jealous of what you had.” He admitted honestly, slightly frustrated. Looking down in between the two to look at his shoes. “You have everything in the world. You have a lot of money, a rich dad, and a bunch of friends.You’re fucking perfect. I don’t have anything like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologized again, feeling bad for him. She started playing with her thumbs, “But, I’m not perfect, I hated what I had. My rich dad gives you more attention now than he gives me because of the whole, superhero thing.” She whispered the last part, not knowing if anyone was listening, “My friends only want to be friends with me because of my name and the money I have. It sucks, ya know?” Y/N finished, a few tears leaking from her eyes.

“I, I didn’t know you felt that way,” He said, regretting the way he has treated this girl for the past couple of years. He moved forward, closing the space between them, moving his hands to cup her cheeks, brushing away her tears with his thumbs.

“You didn’t deserve the way I treated you. I didn’t know what things were like for you. I am so sorry I was so rude to you.” He apologized, leaning his forehead against hers. Y/N reached up and placed her hands on his shoulders, squeezing reassuringly.

“You didn’t know, it’s alright.” She whispered, her breath fanning against his cheeks, and a small, understanding smile on her lips.

“But it’s not alright,” Peter murmured, rubbing one of his thumbs on her cheek. Y/N closed her eyes for a second, “If you kiss me, I’ll forgive you.” He looked at her slightly shocked. But he closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly to the right before leaning in and capturing her lips with his. She closed her eyes once again, putting her arms around his neck and her hands into his hair.

His lips were soft, and hers tasted like candy. Her nose brushed against his cheek, but the act went unnoticed. She started playing with his hair, twirling it around her fingers.

Unbeknownst to Peter and Y/N, Flash shouted that the seven minutes were up. He moved towards the wooden door, not hearing anything coming from the other side due to the loud music. He went to unlock the door. When it opened, he froze. “Holy shit!” Flash shouted making the two kissing immediately pull apart, out of breath.

Peter had a blush rising on his face, mimicking Y/N’s. Most of the people who were playing were curious at what was happening, a crowd forming around the door. “They were just making out!” Flash shouted with a smirk on his lips, making the blush on Peter and Y/N’s face deepen.

“Alright Parker!” Someone in the crowd of people yelled, making Y/N stifle a laugh. Peter glared at her playfully. The crowd of people began to fade away, Flash telling the two to get out of the closet for the next round of people to go in.

Peter and Y/N walked to a place in the house where there wasn’t a herd of people. “So, do you want to go to the movies with me sometime?” Peter stammered, nervous about what her answer might be. Y/N smiled, “I would love too, Peter. Now, go enjoy the rest of the party. I have to go deal with my drunk friends.” She chuckled starting to back away. 

Peter nodded his head understandingly, “I’ll text you then. Yeah?” 

Y/N tilted her heard to the side slightly. “You better. You don’t want to make a Stark angry.” She said with a chuckle, walking back towards her friends.

Peter fist bumped the air, before whispering to himself, “I have a date….. awesome.”

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Angel in the Darkness (M) pt. 8

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Word count: 6.5k

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, penetration, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use… This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9



“Again? Didn’t we already talk about this?” your mother scolded with a sigh, as you two entered your small apartment.

She had gotten a call from work at the rehab centre, that you had gotten into another fight with the kids at your school. And this became an alarming concern to her since this was the third time this month that you had fought with others.

“I didn’t mean too…” the nine-year-old you sniffled, as you shyed away from your mother’s harsh glare.

“Y/n this is the third time this month that your school has called me!” your mother exclaimed tiredly from the kitchen, getting ready to prepare dinner for the two of you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered from your spot on the sofa, trying to withhold your tears. You knew your mother hated when you got into fights – you didn’t even like it either, but the kids always picked on you. You just wanted them to stop…

“You said you were sorry last time.”

“I know…” you mumbled in reply.

“Then why do you keep fighting?” she frustrated. “No matter what those kids say, you don’t put your hands on them.”

“But they wouldn’t stop!”

“Then tell the teacher-”

“They hit me first,” you interrupted. This caused your mother to pause in the middle of her footsteps.

“Why?” she asked in confusion.

“They just wouldn’t stop saying those horrible things, even though I begged them…”  you said as your tears started to fall.

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agirlcalledfrost  asked:

OH OH OH PLEASE TELL US A BOARDING SCHOOL STORY PRETTY PLEASE

so my school had this thing called “senior skip day,” except that senior skip day didn’t exist and every year the administration sent out emails in the spring that were like DON’T FUCKIN SKIP CLASS OR YOU WILL RECEIVE RESTRICTION (restriction was like, my boarding school’s equivalent of detention where instead of staying after school you had to go to bed early and help stuff envelopes advertising the summer program until your hands were BLOODIED AND CRIPPLED BY CARPAL TUNNEL) and every year the seniors were like YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!

  • spoiler alert: yes they can? THEY ALWAYS CAN.
  • 200 years of american high school and teenagers still think that there is a cap limit on kids in detention and that you can leave after 15 minutes if the teacher doesn’t show up.

anyway, my senior year, we all got together and nattered at each other until some brave soldier (i feel like it was my friend paula but WHO KNOWS) was like “OK SENIOR SKIP DAY IS THIS THURSDAY!!!! NOBODY GO TO CLASS OR UR A SCAB.”

  • she didn’t say scab because she’s not from the 1920s and we aren’t newsies, though this story would be way more interesting if we were
  • what she said was “YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!”
  • except not yolo because it was 2009 and drake hadn’t been invented yet except as a dear sweet boy in a wheelchair.

we also used this email system to communicate with one another that has very deeply informed the way i understand email and which probably makes it very frustrating to be my friend and receive emails that have subject lines like “URGENT” and then just 42 links to the same florida georgia line youtube video.

  • I’M NOT ASHAMED, but in that way where like i kind of AM ashamed so i’m really aggressively NOT ashamed? 

so the day of reckoning rolls around and my alarm goes off at 8 (class started at 8:05 but i liked to PLAY WITH FIRE when it came to being late; my mom actually asked the school to stop emailing her when i was a sophomore because i was late so often that their rote “Mrs. Ofgeography we are emailing you to say—” was CLOGGING UP HER INBOX and she was like “i GET IT MY CHILD IS THE MOST BORING MISCREANT OF ALL TIME.”) and i looked at my roommate elle and she looked at me and went, “you going?”

“hell no,” i said. “YOLO. they can’t punish all of us.”

elle, who was far prettier and far cooler than i was with the notable exception of her obsession with tswift’s “love story” and her tendency to look at the endangered species list and cry sometimes during study hall, quickly bizounced across the street to this shopping center thing where all the cool kids smoked in secret where huge trucks dropped off clothes for the Dress Barn. i think there were also tennis courts nearby. more importantly there was this chinese food delivery place and a lil restaurant that made HELLA BAGELS.

  • WHAT KIND OF BAGELS?
  • FUCKIN
  • HELLA.

off goes elle! meanwhile i’m like, “yessssss i’m gonna use senior skip day to watch 14 hours of tv shows and eat frozen peanut butter bars that i stole from the dining hall! I’M GONNA LIVE LIKE I’M 23 ALONE IN CHICAGO ON A WEEKEND WHEN MY ONLY PLAN IS TAKEOUT AND CUDDLING WITH THE FAUX-SNOW-LEOPARD BLANKET I WILL ONE DAY SURELY OWN.” 

of course, during this time the administration was continuing to send out emails that reminded us with increasing urgency that senior skip day was NOT A THING and that we were ALL GETTING RESTRICTION if we didn’t get our STUPID ASSES TO CLASS, GODDAMNIT, WE ARE NOT RUNNING A CIRCUS HERE. 

but i was like! yolo, motherfuckers!!! i already got into college, YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME.

at some point during the day elle and our friend ginna came back to the room with takeout from the chinese delivery place and we sat on our floor eating it and probably watching veronica mars or looking at the endangered species list and crying.

all of a sudden, elle said, “guys shut up, guys shut up, GUYS SHUT UP,” and ginna and i were like, “WHAT we have a LOT to SAY about FRIED FUCKING DUMPLINGS, ELLE,“ and elle said, "did you hear that?”

“hear what?”

that!”

‘that’ was the sound of one of our dorm moms, mrs. f, knocking on doors and saying things like, “IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTTS TO CLASS IN 5 MINUTES YOU’RE ON CATEGORY 4 RESTRICTION FOREVER.” elle quickly scampered up our raised beds to hide in the corner, where a tiny human like elle could actually hide from view; i leapt immediately into what we called a closet but was basically a cubby with a flap that was DEFINITELY not meant for a 5'8” individual with knobby as hell knees.

our door, which was never locked because we both hated the effort of typing in the lock code, opened. mrs. f said, “mollyhall?”

i held my breath. 

  • i should add here that i seemed to be operating on like a scooby-doo level of logic where basically i thought that she was somehow NOT ALLOWED to investigate?
  • like, if she can’t see me, there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that she could prove i’m in here, right?
  • she’ll just poke her head in and be like oH GOSH NO KIDS HERE and leave!!

you can see the flaw in my logic.

mrs. f sighed. “mollyhall, i know you’re in here, i literally heard your voice ten seconds ago.”

  • there’s no WAY she guesses i’m in the closet!!!

“mollyhall, i know you’re in the closet.”

  • NO YOU DON’T
  • I AM SCHRÖDINGER’S SENIOR

“mollyhall—”

there was a creak. mrs. f stopped. it wasn’t actually a “creak,” so much as this like, prolonged groan? like it’s the sound an elephant would make if it sat on a really large accordion.

i poked my head out of the closet. mrs. f looked at me. elle sat up.

i said, “where’s ginna?”

  • YOU KNOW WHERE GINNA WAS.

“um,” said elle, “she’s in the—”

  • GINNA NO

ginna yes.

i really wish i could describe the sound the ceiling made when it collapsed. it sounded a lot like the way losing your breath feels. i sort of remember ginna falling in like, really slow motion, like i could see the expression on her face. i didn’t really think about how i would describe this in words. ginna’s face said:

  • oh no.
  • what have i done?
  • this was a mistake. 
  • i regret a series of decisions that i have made.
  • is there a way out of this?
  • are those oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • why are there oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • mollyhall, you HAVE a food cupboard, what good is a food cupboard if you don’t—
  • oh, crap.

she belly flopped onto the floor. i mean, the girl bounced. and then she just laid there. mrs. f looked at her. elle looked at her. i looked at her, still mostly in the closet. we were all going to get category 4 restriction forever.

ginna said, “hi, mrs. f. i feel like i should explain.”

Okay, so I see a lot of posts floating around Tumblr about how awful/exhausting/stressful adulthood is. They make me laugh and they’re relatable and sometimes I reblog them. The thing is, though, for me, adulthood is actually way better than being a teenager was–so I wanted to share some things I love about being an adult, just to even out the balance. I don’t think I have any teenage followers, but maybe some in their early twenties? Anyway, I don’t want people to fear adulthood, because there are amazing things about it:

–Normally, I end my evenings by sitting on my sofa in my flat in pleasant solitude, drinking herbal tea and reading and listening to that morning’s Essential Classics on Radio 3. This should be the dictionary definition of bliss.

–Even though I have experienced bullying as an adult as well as when I was a child/teenager, I feel like my internal resources for dealing with it are better now and growing all the time. I no longer feel like the bad things people say to and about me define me.

–Buying my own laundry detergent means I can finally pick one that I’m not allergic to. I am no longer 110% covered in red itches at all times.

–I have friends who are boys and my dad isn’t in my house to constantly harrass me about them.

–Last year I went to a concert of science fiction scores played by the Royal Philharmonic with someone I know slightly from church. It was the actual coolest.

–My brother and I are friends now that we live in entirely different cities. He texted me the other day for advice on his CV. It was nice.

–My friends either share my interests or love the fact that I’m so interested in those things. It’s been years since I’ve said to anyone “I learnt an interesting thing today!” and they’ve replied, flatly, “define interesting”.

–I just feel so much more like myself than I did when I was a teenager. I’m okay with hating make-up/loving Disney films/being super career-driven/being great with kids, and the fact that those things would seem to make me a contradiction, and that I’m actually just me.

–My mum keeps defending my right to be single to anyone who tries to commiserate with her about the fact that she doesn’t have grandbabies. Adulthood, for me, has meant becoming friends with my mum.

–I know enough about myself and the world now to realise that understanding social/relational stuff is a real weak point of mine. When I don’t understand those things now, I say “I don’t understand this” to my friends, and they help me without laughing at me. (Then I help them with their CVs and knowing where their apostrophes belong. Turn and turn about is fair play).

–Enough bad things have come and gone in my life that I know dark seasons will pass, and even the things that aren’t temporary (my dad will probably never not be a borderline-homeless misogynistic conspiracy theorist again) are just part of my life, not the whole of it. They don’t consume me. When awful things happen, I am sad for a few weeks or months, but I know that one day I will be not sad for a while, and that is worth hanging on for. This is something I never could have known when I was a teenager, because not enough bad things had come and gone from my life.

–I would not trade the worst day of my last six months (which was awful and heartbreaking and I think I literally cried for 24 hours straight) for any day from my life aged 11-16. I have been sad, this year, but I also knew it would pass. It gets better. It gets so much better.
Business and Pleasure - Part 16

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,415

Warnings: Swearing, angst


Originally posted by campercooperpugfi


Once you had retreated to the bathroom, Steve heaved a large sigh, sinking into the cushions of the leather couch, covering his face with his hand and squeezing his eyes shut tight. How the hell did this happen? He had thought things were going well. He thought you and Bucky were finally on the same page. At least that’s how it seemed. You seemed so happy in the previous weeks, and now, it was like you were right back at the beginning.

Steve knew that he said he would call Bucky, but he didn’t know if he would even be able to contain his anger. There was a huge part of him that wanted to fly to wherever Bucky was and beat the living shit out of him. Steve didn’t like bullies, even if they happened to also be his friends. He wouldn’t tolerate this. He wouldn’t let Bucky just abandon you. He couldn’t. And if he couldn’t knock some sense into Bucky, well, then he would figure out where to go from there.

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Hot Mess

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Request: Can you do a Damon Salvatore smut where he and the reader had a fight and she just walks out and leaves the boarding house for hours and doesn’t answer any of his calls or texts until she listens to a voicemail where he sounds so broken and she goes back and they have rough make up sex and she asks him to use compulsion on her to make her cum multiple times? So yeah definitely compulsion kink can be a warning idk I just love to think they can use compulsion for that kinda thing 🤷🏼‍♀️ thanks! - @fuckkoffcourtney (I’m sorry, the tag isn’t working)

Pairing: Damon x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warning: Angst, smut, compulsion kink, slight praise kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys and gals) 18+ only

Song: Hot Mess by Cobra Starship

A/N: Italics are flashbacks. I hope you guys enjoy this <3 -Jo


“Damon stop fucking calling…” You muttered to yourself as you heard the ringtone for your boyfriend go off for the tenth time that day. You let that call go to voicemail too, still unable to bring yourself to talk to him. After the phone stopped ringing, you just turned it off and tossed it in your bag.

You marched into the Salvatore boarding house, Damon slammed the door behind you. “You’re not going anywhere until we talk. That bullet wouldn’t have killed me, Y/n.” His voice was law, his tone dangerous.

You knew you shouldn’t poke the bear but he was making it difficult for you. Your pride was also an issue. “And it didn’t kill me either, Damon.” You tried to make your tone match his. You didn’t want a fight, especially since everyone made it home in mostly one piece. “I knew Matt wouldn’t shoot to kill me, and I knew you’d take care of me.” You grinned, trying to cozy up to your boyfriend. You just wanted to diffuse the situation, get him to calm down.

Damon wasn’t having it. He gripped your upper arms almost too tightly. “Don’t you get it?! This… self-sacrificing crap doesn’t work when you’re human and incredibly breakable!” He barely had a hold on his temper anymore as he shouted at you. You continued to stand your ground, even as he squeezed your arms a bit harder as if to prove a point.

“I’m not as delicate as you make me out to be, Damon.” Your expression hardened before you winced slightly at the pressure from where he held you.

His eyes tightened as he relaxed his grip on you. He’d seen your flinch. “I beg to differ. What if I hadn’t gotten to you in time? What if you had bled out and I couldn’t save you, huh? Where would you be?” He all-but shoved you away from him. You stiffened, eyes filling with tears that you didn’t dare let spill over in front of him. “You’d be dead. And I don’t know where I’d be. You’re just a pathetic, fragile, little human who thinks she can play with the big kids because one of them is her boyfriend.”

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@perfectshadow06 I hope you like her. this is 13. she is the last child of her group to have been “taken in” and “cared for” by a group that wishes for nothing more that the eradication of time kids. the group, known as tkes or time kid eradication squad, sends 13 and her “new siblings” to kill time kids across the multiverse. 13 is the only one who absolutely hates what they force her to do. she is often beaten and scarred by her “siblings” for her views. all in all 13 is a perseverant child

veritatem inquirendam [seek the truth] (frank castle)

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(original request: AU in which Frank is younger, and he and reader are college students. There’s a heated debate in class and everyone disagrees with Frank except the reader. After that, Frank starts paying more attention to the reader and hanging out with her after class, until he realizes he’s falling in love but she has no idea he is until her best friend tells her.)

(this is terrible i LOVE college frank i love this soft soft boy. what a nerd. i hate him. no warnings on this one except mentions of food and some sexism early in the story!!!)

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The professor is wrong. She knows it, but she can’t say it. You can’t say “you’re fucking wrong” in front of a classroom of fourty kids. Instead of speaking her mind, she bites her tongue and clicks the cap of her pen up and down, up and down, trying to tune out the professor’s voice.

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Evil Dead (2013) dir. Fede Alvarez

Why do you hate me, David? I know you do. You left home. You left me all alone with our sick mother… And I was just a kid. You made me lie. Every time she screamed your name I told her you were coming to see her, like you promised. But you never did. I know Mother hates you now. And she waits for you in Hell.

When they beg you to stay after they cheated on you

tae-strawberry said: Can I request a reaction where they make up with you after you seeing him kiss the girl? And also thank you for doing the last two requests because I sent them in and I enjoyed them a lot! And also your grammar is actually okay so don’t listen to what others say! Thank You and PS I love your reactions, one of my favourites!😘😊💗😊💕💋💞💋💞❤💞💙💟💘💓💋💞❤💚💖💚💗💞💛💕💓💕💓❤💓❤💓💙💓💙💓💓💋💋💓💋💓💝💓💝💓💘💟💙💟❤💓💖💓💖💞💛💚💛💚💕💕💚💋💟💕💓💕💖💟❤💟💙💟💟💙💘💟💟💝💝💚💝💚💞💋💞💗💛💕

Anonymous said: Do you know that mafia reaction where you catch him with another girl? Can I please have a reaction where he tries to make up afterwards? 😘

Anonymous said: Omg is it wrong, that I kinda, really,want, well need you to maybe, sorta, possibly do a part 2 on y/n catching them cheating. Like the guys actually looking for a way to get back y/n. Lol

Hey, thank you for requesting another part of this reaction and thank you for loving my blog, sorry if your request take a lot of days because I have school and you know school sucks right, enjoy!! <3 <3

ps : again, sorry for my Yoongi feels

Part one 



Kim Namjoon : 

He ran to his car and start to chasing you, he worried because you drive in a very high-speed and that’s very dangerous. He tried to call your phone but you turned it off. He sighed in frustration and didn’t take his eyes from you. 

“y/n, I didn’t kiss her. She pulled me, I didn’t do anything,” he said in desperate. You tightened your grip on the stir-wheel. It’s red and Namjoon was yelling from the other side. You didn’t glace at him and focused on the road. “Please, I’m sorry okay? Just….you can hate me, but drive safely please? You will get into an accident in a speed like that.”

He understand if you need some time to be alone but he would order his men to follow you wherever you go. Of course you realized it because every time you took a selca you could see the same man behind you with black outfit. You would meet him “accidentally” in his favorite cafe. 

“Oh, hey,” you said. 

He widened his eyes, “did you just…talk to me?” You chuckled as his expression and decided to tease him, “why so awkward though? You stalked me all this time right?”

He coughed and broke his cup, “what are you talking about?”

You smiled and help him to clean himself, “I forgive you.” 


Kim Seok Jin : 

He didn’t leave, heck, he as worried whether you’re okay or no because you tend to forgot your meal. He tried to dial your phone number but you rejected him.

“y/n, I’m sorry okay?” He asked. 

“Jin, we’re over. Move,” you said coldly. 

“Look, if I ever want to break up with you I won’t stay like this. I don’t want to break up.” 

He looked at you with his teared eyes, you sighed and crossed your arms, “why did you kiss her?” You asked. He widened his eyes, “I didn’t. She’s only my secretary which I fired two days ago, and she protested and stalked me to your house. Then, she pulled me. P-Please give me another chance.” 

You sighed, “dinner is ready.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t you want to come in?”


Min Yoongi : 

He’s in a very bad mood all day, he killed more than 20 people this time. He decided to drink a lot to forget his problem. 

Well, the thing is, he never drink. At least, when you were around him. It makes him aware for the boys who always staring at you. Just imagine, his pissed expression whenever boys tried to hit on you. “Hyung, I don’t think-” Yoongi rejected Jungkook’s hand, “fuck off, kid. You don’t know my problem.”

“y/n noona won’t like this.” He chuckled and smirked, “she hates me already.” Jungkook sighed and sat in front of him. But then, Yoongi was out of his mind. He was drunk and start to make a ruckus in the club. He cried, yelled, and threw a lot of things. 

Jimin called you to come because Yoongi is out of his mind. “What do you mean?” You asked in panic because you could hear the glass being shattered behind them and Yoongi yelled in rage. 

The first thing you heard as you arrived in the club was Yoongi yelled about you hate him. “Yoongi,” you called. He laughed while staring at Jungkook, “now I heard her voice. I must be crazy!” He laughed and kicked the table in front of him. You cried and pulled him to your hug. 

“What is this? Yah, take her out….”

“Yoongi,” you cried. 

“Yah, if my girlfriend saw us she could misunderstood this situation.”

“Min Yoongi, you’re not a genius at all,” you chuckled and take him to your house. 


Jung Hoseok : 

Hoseok’s heart was beating so fast. He felt stupid because he didn’t tell you the truth that you were drunk and his friend, which is Namjoon, accidentally make him sit with a random girl and making out. 

And now, you were nowhere to be found. He stroked his head in frustration, “damn it!” He pulled his phone and dialed his men, “find her, track her. And make sure she’s safe.”

He would stressed himself and feel very guilty over you.


Park Jimin : 

is it wrong if I said I don’t trust you? 

That words keep replying on his head, the club was quite because he closed it too early this time. Yeah, after the incident with you he has no mood to open this place again. 

“Jimin, what’s wrong?” That girl, Jae In, she ruined your relationship. Now that you were gone she could have Jimin in her life. Jimin didn’t respond her and she sat on his lap, “let’s have some fun instead.” Jimin glared at her, “what are you doing?” She pouted. 

“Can we have fun?” She whined and teasing him at the same time. 

But Jimin didn’t flinch a bit, he pushed her aside. “Come on, she’s gone now you have freedom! Just forget about that stupid girl.” Jimin widened his eyes, “what? Yah, you should be more careful about your words!” He stated, “she’s not like you.” You could see that Jae In feel hurt, “w-what?”

Jimin scoffed, “she’s not like any girl in this world. Oh Lord, why didn’t I fired you. Yah, you are fired. Leave.” 


Kim Taehyung : 

Then again, Yoongi assigned you and Taehyung to be partners in this mission. Again. He tried to fix the misunderstanding between you. But you won’t let him. 

“You ready?” He asked. 

“Yeah, let’s go,” you said. He opened the door for you, you nodded, “than you,” you said in monotone without staring at him. 

Taehyung sighed and drove to the warehouse, “y/n, that time-” 

“Shut up,” you cut his words. 

“No, you shut up.” You widened your eyes. “It was only a hug because I reject her feeling. She wanted to hug me for the last time so I did,” he explained, “I told her not to make you mad and she promised.” 

You sighed, “should I say sorry too?” You asked, “for ignoring you?” 

He grinned, “I have no idea why but I’m always the one who took the blame.”


Jeon Jungkook : 

He knew you were crying a lot that night because he could see your puffy eyes in the next morning. He wanted to approach you but kinda scared since he did a mistake. Well, he thought he did a mistake but the truth is it was an accident. 

“y/n? Did you cry? What happened?” Asked Hoseok. 

“I’m okay,” you answered in low tone. Jungkook sighed and pulled you outside, “you cried because of me right?” He asked. 

You narrowed your eyes, “none of your business.”

He grabbed your arm as you walked, “it is my business if you cried because of me. y/n, it was an accident. I didn’t kiss her, why don’t you believe me?” He begged. You turned your head and stared at him, “she’s prettier than me, she’s smarter than me, why did you choose me instead of her?”

He smiled softly, “because you make me laugh, you make my day better everytime you smile. You always give me attention, and food.” You chuckled. 

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Remus has alternated between worrying in the common room, practically driving James mad with his pacing, and hovering in the doorway of the dormitory, from which Sirius had yet to emerge from all day. He hadn’t even touched the food plates Remus had brought up for him.

“Moony, c’mon, please.” James removed his glasses, rubbing at his homework-tired eyes, “Either talk to him or don’t but just stop with the fucking-“

“I know, I know.” Remus sighed, falling down onto the couch next to Lily who took his hand sympathetically.

“Has he, y’know, said anything?” Lily asked gently.

“No. Fuck, no, he hasn’t.” Remus ran a hand over his face, “Whatever was in that fucking letter though… God, he won’t even talk to me he’s just sitting on that window ledge fucking staring into space. God, I don’t know if someone died or-“

“I can’t think of someone in that house who could die and he’d react this way about- fuck, ow! Lils, what-“

Lily tossed her book back down, James rubbing his shoulder, “They’re still his family, James! Psycho or not…” She added quietly, quill starting to scratch at her essay again.

James shrugged helplessly at him, and Remus sighed for what felt like the thousandth time.

“I’m going to try again.”

He took the stairs two at a time, only to breathlessly halt in the doorway again. As suspected, Sirius had yet to move. His knees were brought to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around himself. The evening light haloed his profile as he stared out the window over looking the lake and mountains.

Remus bit his lip, finally stepping in and shutting the door softly behind him, never taking his eyes from Sirius. His steps were careful and slow as he approached him.

“Pads?” He cleared his throat, voice coming out too soft.

Sirius didn’t move, didn’t even look up. Remus’ throat tightened. He sighed and gave up on the ‘giving him space’ tactic completely, sitting down on the edge of the window seat, one hand coming up to rest over one of Sirius’ atop his knee. Still, he received no response.

Remus’ brows knit, “Love, please. Please look at me… I want- I need to help you. Merlin, I can’t fucking stand seeing just sitting there all day. I can’t stand seeing you like…” Remus shook his head, holding Sirius’ hand tighter, waiting.

Sirius let out a breath that puffed out his cheeks a bit, and tilted his head back to lean against the stone wall. His eyes moved slowly from the window to Remus’. They were red rimmed and puffy. Remus’ heart broke a little. He doesn’t remember ever seeing Sirius cry before, ever. Not even when he broke his arm in second year.

“Pads..”

Sirius shook his head, silencing Remus immediately. He sat up, scooting forward a little and looking again to Remus. Remus tilted his his head, confused.

“Can we-“ Sirius cleared his throat, voice rough, “Can you… Y’know, like when you’re reading…”

And Remus understood immediately, heart practically melting at the soft request, and scrambled up, sliding easily behind Sirius and pulling his back against his chest, resting Sirius’ body easily between his legs. Remus felt Sirius’ body relax into him at the familiar position, and he wound his arms around his waist, pressing soft kisses to his temple when Sirius let his head drop back against his shoulder.

“Good?” Remus murmured, pushing Sirius’ hair gently off his forehead.

“Mm..” Sirius hummed softly, pressing into Remus’ lips. Remus looked at his closed eyes and turned down mouth and wanted to kiss every sign of worry away.

Sirius let out another breath, fiddling with Remus’ fingers resting atop his stomach, and finally the truth came out.

“They disowned me.”

Remus’ eyes widened at that, “They- what?”

Sirius pressed against Remus, trying to soak up all the comfort and courage he could, “I’m not a Black anymore. At least not to them. I-“ Sirius cursed, hating the way his throat was tightening up, “Fuck, I hate them. I hate them I don’t know why I’m so- I don’t know what’s wrong with me-“

Remus shushed Sirius softly, noting the tears in his voice, and pulled him closer, fitting his hands to his hips to guide Sirius into flipping over and straddling his waist instead, “Pads-“

“And don’t tell me it’s normal to feel this way because I know that, I just don’t want-“ He cursed as tears fell down his cheeks and pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes, “I don’t want to feel like this. Remus, I don’t want to care-“

“I know..” Remus guided Sirius’ hands away from his eyes, taking them both into his own for a moment, kissing the knuckles, before cupping Sirius’ cheeks, thumbs swiping the tears away, “I know you don’t. Merlin, Pads, I…”

Remus didn’t know what to say. ‘Sorry’ didn’t work, because he knew Sirius wouldn’t want to hear that. He had a family who wasn’t like him, whom he hated, but that didn’t make losing that family any easier…

“You have us.” Remus mouth said it before his brain could catch up.

“You have us.” He pushed a hand through Sirius’ hair, “You lost one family but- but one is right here waiting for you, okay? Alright? And we really, really love you. Prongs, Pete, Lils… me.” Remus’ cheeks warmed at the way Sirius was looking at him, “Fuck, Pads, I love you so much, okay? As in I don’t know what to do with this much… emotion half the time-“


Remus let out a relieved smile when Sirius snorted at that, wiping at his eyes with one hand and pressing the other to Remus’ neck, thumb brushing over his pulse point. Remus bit his lip, “But it’s true, really.”

Sirius nodded, pressing his face back into Remus’ neck, letting a few more tears escape but, this time, out of relief and out of love for this boy holding him so tightly.

“You’re everything, Re…” Sirius pressed his lips to Remus’ jaw, “You’re fucking everything.”

Remus just held him tighter, maybe blushing a little, and never wanting to go a whole day without hold Sirius like this again.

everything-anime-posts  asked:

Could you please do one where Lance gets insulted by some grand person but the paladins don't notice the comments and Lance just doesn't react? I want him to just not do anything about it. And then the leader tries to do the same thing to Pidge and Lance punches them. Please?

I hope y'all don’t mind, but I kinda combined yours and @mutantgurls ask! I thought they went together really well, and they were kinda similar! I hope y'all like it!!
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The team had just saved a planet from an invading Galra fleet, and the ruler of that planet threw a grand party for them in celebration. The music was strange but lively, the team watched in amusement as the inhabitants of the strange planet ‘danced’ with their partners. Everything was wonderful and relaxing for a change. The battle had been quite the challenge. Lance being his sacrificial self knocked Keith out of the way, narrowly avoiding the shower of bullets. Lance knew that it was reckless, but was willing to do anything for his team, no matter the cost. So yes, the team welcomed to relaxing change. That was until the ruler decided to speak to them.
“Ah Paladins of Voltron! I just wanted to personally thank you for saving our planet!”
Allura respectfully bowed.
“It was our pleasure to defend your planet and stop Zarkon and his followers. Hopefully we can discuss about forming an alliance?”
“Hm? Oh yes yes, but first you must introduce yourselves and eat your fill! You’ve deserved it!”
The team all said their thanks and began to make their way to the spread of food. The ruler suddenly grabbed Lance by the arm, pulling him back. “Blue Paladin, do you mind if I had a quick word?”
Lance gave him a confused look but nodded. “Of course, you’re majesty.”
The ruler’s eyes suddenly turned dark. “I do not believe you are fit to be a Paladin of Voltron.”
Lance’s eyes widened as he jaw fell open.
“Excuse me?”
“You piloting skills are minimum and you are too reckless. A true Paladin of Voltron would fly with dignity and elegance, which is the exact opposite of you. I do believe the Princess could find a more fitting candidate for the position. If you are the best Allura can find, I do have great doubts about the fate of the universe.”
Lance set his jaw and bit his tongue, not wanting to anger and disrespect the planet’s ruler and ruin their chances about forming an alliance. The team began to walk back to them, not hearing the conversation. The ruler’s eyes turned bright once more as he greeted the team once more.
“Ah Princess! I hope you enjoyed yourselves! The Blue Paladin and I were just discussing your choices on the Paladins of Voltron.”
Allura’ face became guarded, cautiously raising an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Yes. We were discussing on how you could find a better suited for the Blue Lion.”
Allura’s flashed dangerously. “What did you say?”
“Yes yes! The current Blue Paladin’s skills are not what we would expect, so surely he must be temporary until the true Blue Paladin comes along. And another thing, if I am correct, the Red Paladin is part Galra is he not? What does that say about your team Princess? The Galra are untrustworthy, vile creatures that need to be destroyed, along with any…thing that shares their DNA.”
The team stared at the ruler, shocked at his words, frozen in place in disbelief. Lance, however, grit his teeth and clenched his teeth. He was beginning to quicker in anger, like a rubber band ready to snap.
“And as for your Green Paladin. She is just but a child. Do you really expect to put the trust of the universe in the set of a child’s hands? She is like the Blue Paladin. She is reckless, a poor excuse for a pilot, and I’m sure that you could pick bett-” THWACK!!
The ruler fell the the ground, clutching his jaw and nose ran down his nose and mouth. Lance stood over him, knuckles bloody and already beginning to bruise. He knelt near the ruler, grabbing him by his robes and pulling him to his face. “You can bash my name and question my position on the team all you want, but the moment you question the other’s abilities, then you’ve crossed a line. There is no better Paladin for their Lions. Hell, the Lions CHOSE them as their pilots! You questions Keith because he’s part Galran? Are you fucking kidding me?! He’s the best pilot on this team, and it’s disgusting that you would doubt and hate him just because of his heritage.”
The ruler just gazed at him, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.
“And as for Pidge? She’s the smartest person I know, and she’s a great pilot. And I can guarantee that she is smarter than you will everyone in your entire lifetime.”
Lance pulled him closer to his face, sneering at him.
“Never question my team. We saved your planet, risking all of our lives, and what do we get? If this is how you treat everyone who has saved your planet, you’re no better than Zarkon and his fleet.”
Lance threw him back to the ground, storming off toward the castle, not waiting for the others and pushing past the crowd.
Allura gave the ruler a shit-eating grin, leaning over his body still on the ground.
“I couldn’t have said it better myself. Lance is a perfect Blue Paladin, and his is the most loyal teammate I have ever know. Never question my team and my decision of the Paladins of Voltron. Team? I do believe it is time we leaves this horrid ruler and his planet.” The team turned away from him, Shiro flipping him off while Keith ran his thumb across his neck and Pidge stuck out her tongue.
“Oh and one more thing. You can forget about the alliance. I would hate for Voltron to be associated with such a disrespectful
place.”
With that, the team went back to the castle, proud of their true Blue Paladin.

Title: Family

Warnings: None

Author’s Note:  Lots of requests for the Seguin imagine. (I’ll post the Monahan one tomorrow!) The POV switches between (Y/N) and Tyler. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think!

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You were lounging on the sofa with Tyler, a movie playing softly on the television. Snuggled into his chest; his arms were fastened securely around your waist, his chin resting on the top of your head. It was getting late and you’d have to leave soon, but you were enjoying your time alone with Tyler. You heard the patter of small footsteps coming down the hallway; turning your heads you saw Tyler’s son, Charlie, appeared in the doorway dragging a worn fleece blanket behind him.

“Daddy, I had a nightmare.” he sniffled; the lashes covering his bright brown eyes were damp with tears. Gosh, did that little boy look like his daddy.

“It’s alright, Charlie.” he said as he slipped his arms from your waist and stood up. “I’ll be right back.” he whispered to you, placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You watched as Tyler knelt down next to his son and spoke comforting words to him in a hushed voice before scooping him up in his arms and carrying him back to his room. You loved watching the two of them together.

Tyler and Charlie’s mother hadn’t planned on having a baby. After the birth she had left Tyler with sole custody and hadn’t been in touch since. In the four years since then, Tyler had taken it upon himself to be the best parent possible; growing up a lot himself during that time. He didn’t like letting people into the safe and sheltered world he had created for Charlie; unwilling to expose his son to other people who may or may not stick around. You had been dating for a little under a year, and you had managed to earn Tyler’s trust and he let you in. Sort of. Although you had spent time with Charlie, Tyler didn’t let you get too close. You knew how protective Tyler was and you didn’t want to push anything on him.

You stood up with a yawn and began gathering your things as Tyler came sauntering back into the living room and flopped down on the sofa.

“Hey babe, I’m going to head home.” you said, picking your bag off the floor. As you turned to face him he sighed loudly, rubbing his hands down his face. “Tyler, what’s wrong?” you asked, sitting beside him, rubbing a hand across his broad shoulders.

“I just don’t know what I’m going to do with Charlie when we go on our trip next week. His normal sitter is on vacation; my parents and sisters are really busy right now, they can’t fly in.” he said tiredly. “I hate leaving him with new sitters; he doesn’t do well with people he doesn’t know; especially with the nightmares he’s been having recently.” he explained, closing his eyes in frustration.

“He knows me, I could watch him.” you stated simply. You suddenly realized what you had said and your mouth dropped open, surprised at your own words.

Tyler’s eyes flew open and he stared at you, his eyes studying your face. You couldn’t read his expression and it worried you. Did he think you were trying to force yourself into their lives? Didn’t he trust you enough to leave his child in your care?

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t want to make you feel like I’m intruding—” you began nervously.

“No, no, no.” Tyler said, cutting you off. He sat up straighter and placed a hand gently on your knee. “Do you really want to watch him? I don’t want you to feel like you have to. I know you’re busy with work and everything else going on in your life right now.”

“I really do, Tyler. I’ll switch my schedule to work around his pre-school hours. You’ll only be gone for a little over a week. I’d like to get to know Charlie better.” you said, offering him a small smile. “If you’ll let me.” you added quickly.

“You want to get to know Charlie better?” Tyler asked.

“Of course I do. I love you Tyler, and Charlie is a huge part of your life. We’ve been together for almost a year, and I plan on sticking around; I think it’d be good for us to know each other better.” you said, praying Tyler would understand how much you wanted him to fully let you into their lives.

Tyler bit his lower lip; once again he stared at you. Before any worrisome thoughts could cross your mind, Tyler wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest; one hand caressing your back, the other wound through your hair, keeping you close to him.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” he murmured into your hair.

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Last updated 9/7/17

The Avengers

Completed Series:

25 Days of Drabbles Masterlist

Summary: A compiled list of a bunch of Christmas Drabbles. Angst & Fluff

Ongoing/Undecided

Cheater Masterlist

Summary: 4 years ago you got the biggest news of your life, but things all changed when your Fiance cheated on you causing you to leave the people you had come to know as family. When an old friend need your help, you and your daughter make your ways back to the place you swore you would never go again. But what happens when things change and you face the man that broke your heart? Fluff & Angst

I’m not a Monster Masterlist

Summary: When your estranged parents die, leaving you to go through all their stuff, you come across something that changes your life. You are now on a mission to find yourself, and the figure out you past- but what happens when the demons of your past surface too?  Fluff & Angst

Avengers

Short Stack

Summary: Being short sucks, and the team doesn’t seem to get that. Fluff

The Mess

Summary: You and Clint wage war against each other while everyone else is sleeping. But what happens when you use Tony’s favorite snack as ammo? Fluff

Cooking 

Summary: You cook the team dinner after a rough mission. Fluff

No More Hope

Summary: As each minute passes, you realize you are losing hope. Angst

Eccedentesiast

Summary: (.n) Someone who hides the pain behind a smile. Angst

Steve Rogers

Hair 

Summary: After you and Steve break up, you realize you need to move on. Based off the song Hair by Little Mix. Angst & Fluff

Secret Santa: Tinsel

Summary: Steve, Sam and Bucky think that you need more tinsel. Fluff

Soccer Mom

Summary: Your daughter has a real knack for soccer. And her coach Steve, tries to convince you to let her move up. Fluff

Hopelessly Waiting

Summary: When a well respected Lord Rumlow takes interest in you, will your Prince Charming come rescue you? Angst & Fluff

Daisy

Summary: Steve has been distant and you are determined to find out why. Fluff & Angst

Tragic Betrayal

Summary: You have been betrayed by the one you love the most. Fluff

Bucky Barnes

Baby

Summary: Bucky tries to take care of you when your sick, but what you have is a bit more permanent than a common cold. Fluff

It’s my job

Summary: It’s Bucky’s job to protect you, he knows this. But sometimes- it doesn’t go as planned. Angst

Better Circumstances

Summary: You finally get your dream job, but some times thing happen at the worst times. And we all wish for better circumstances. Angst

Happy Anniversary

Summary: You try and cook Bucky an anniversary breakfast but it doesn’t go as planned. Fluff

Secret Santa: Chocolate Chip Cookies

Summary: You need to cook a bunch of food for the Christmas dinner. But sometimes chocolate chip cookies make everything better. Fluff

I love you Dad

Summary: Sometimes Bucky needs you- and right now, he doesn’t know what to do. Especially since his daughter is mad at him. Fluff & bits of angst

Braids

Summary: Bucky wants you to braid his hair. Fluff

Change of Plans Part one Part two

Summary: You had a life planned out with Bucky, but sometimes there is a change of plans. And sometimes, those change of plans leads to the best thing of your life. Angst & Fluff

The Nanny MasterList

Summary: When Bucky Barnes hired a Nanny, he thought he was going to hire someone to take care of the kid. But when she starts, he knows that she is more than just a Nanny Fluff & Angst

Off for a while

Summary: Things have been off between you and Bucky and now you know why. Angst

Massages

Summary: You loved your boyfriend. You would do anything for him. It also helps that he gives the best Massage. Fluff

Lost Home

Prompt: “I don’t care if you hate me, I don’t care if you dislike me. But why would you cheat on me?” Angst

Three chances Masterlist

Summary: Ilunga (Bantu) - Someone willing to forgive a wrongdoing the first time; tolerates it the second time, but refuse to accept it a third time. Angst

Kind Strangers

Summary: The train is crowded and full of rude people. Good thing there is a handsome stranger to help you. Fluff

Crowded Train

Summary: When you are forced to go into work on your day off, you meet someone that changes you life forever. Fluff

The Baby

Prompt: “I won’t let anyone hurt you” for @amarvelouswritings writing challenge Fluff

I’ll Never Be Her

Summary: You love Bucky, he doesn’t love you. Angst

Comfy Pajamas and Good Company

Summary: You have had a long day and you don’t realize you left you blind open, you neighbor getting to see your dance move. Why not invite him over? Fluff

Accidental Flirting

Summary: You and Bucky work together and your boss swear the only reason you are so busy is because the customers like watching the two of you flirt. Fluff

The Phone Swap

Summary: You accidentally take Bucky’s phone instead of your when you leave the theater. Fluff

Slow Connection

Summary: You mess with Bucky’s internet connection in payback. Fluff

Get Off My Desk Masterlist

Summary: When you get a chance of a life time to go to Paris free of charge and the only stipulation is you have to go with your boss, Bucky to be a translator. Will you survive the trip? Or will James Barnes be the death of you? Mainly Fluff

Missed Class

Prompt:“You were sick five minutes ago” “But I’m not sick now.” Fluff

Black String

Summary: When the world tells you your soulmate is dead, but you feel it in your bones they aren’t you though yourself into the study to find them. Fluff with a bit of angst

Little Addiction

Summary: You may have an addiction to coffe, and maybe a slight crush on the barista serving it. Fluff

Clint Barton 

Beach Days

Summary: Sometimes it takes a few rude guys to make you realize what you have. Fluff

Selfless Act

Summary: You don’t tell Clint your pregnant when he leaves for a mission. Fluff

Tony Stark

It’s Okay

Summary: Your Uncle Tony was always there for you, and now when you need him most, he makes sure you know he always will be. Angst & Fluff

Purposely Slowed Down

Summary: Tony messes with your internet as payback. (Pretty much the same thing as Slow Connection) Fluff

So Annoying

Summary: You hear Tony talking, and what you hear makes you upset. Turns out it was out of context. Fluff & Angst

Tampons

Prompt:“Tampons? You want me to buy tampons?” Fluff

Sam Wilson

Sick days

Summary: You need to take a sick day. When you go to the doctors, you find out it wont just be a day. Fluff

Loki

Living Now

Summary: You risked your job for this. A kid who was in the hospital wanted to meet Loki- and you will do anything to make sure that happens. Fluff & Angst

Peter Parker

Blankets

Summary: Peter busts into your room when your less than decent. Queue awkward conversations. Fluff

Food Fights and Hidden Chips

Summary: You were invited to Thanksgiving dinner with the Avengers. But what happens when a food fight breaks out and a stranger under the table offers you chips. Fluff

X-Men

Logan:

Change of Plans Part onePart two

Summary: You had a life planned out with Bucky, but sometimes there is a change of plans. And sometimes, those change of plans leads to the best thing of your life. Angst & Fluff

From Enemies to Lovers PT:7

Kim Seokjin x Reader 

Genre: Angst & gradual fluff

Pt:1 Pt:2  Pt:3  Pt:4  Pt:5  Pt:6  Pt:7 Pt:8 Pt:9 Pt:10 Pt:11 Pt:12 Pt:13 Pt:14 Pt:15FINALE


Seokjin’s p.o.v

Before I left the dorm, I made sure Jimin was back home and was finally in bed. It was seven in the morning and I didn’t sleep a wink. I was guilty, and I felt so bad for everything that my mind was so clouded with thought, I simply couldn’t fall asleep. 

I saw a small bakery, already opened for business and I thought I’d bring something with me over to Y/N’s place, I know how much she likes the bread and cakes from here because she never fails to bring some over when she comes round. 

I quickly picked out a few things, paid and left. Y/N’s place wasn’t so far from ours, only a ten minute walk and you’d arrive. I stood outside her door and waited before I pressed the doorbell. But once I did, I realised that it was so early she was probably asleep. 

What. an. idiot. I couldn’t help but think that to myself. I was about to walk away, when the door opened. I turned back round and saw Y/N barefaced, slightly red and puffy eyes in a cute rabbit onesie that Jungkook had got her for her birthday last year. 

“Hi.” I managed to mutter out. Before she stepped aside, allowing me into her place. I had never been here before, although all the members have - I never bothered stepping foot into this place.

“Why are you here so early?” Her voice slightly cracked as she sat down on her sofa and I sat down beside her.

“I’m sorry, but it’s just that you said that I could come over anytime and I haven’t slept so I thought I’d come round now and I just-” she placed her hand on mine and looked at me.

“Did you bring that for me?” She said eyeing the bag of her favourite pastries. 

“Uh, um yeah they’re for you.” Her face lit up immediately as I handed them to her and she placed it on her lap. She looked into the bag slightly peeking at what I had picked out and she nodded as if to show that she was satisfied with my selection. She was just like a little kid, and it was actually adorable.

“Thanks, but why did you bring me pastries? You never buy me anything.” I snapped out of my thought before taking a deep breath, readying myself to apologise.

“Because I’m sorry, and people always say that food is the key to a girls heart and I know you like the breads and cakes from this bakery and I walked passed it before coming so, yeah I thought I’d pick something up for you.”

“Why do you hate me so much?” She said, now looking directly at me. Her eyes were still red and they looked sore, she must have cried a lot.

“You know when you had that audition and the script you were following has something along the lines of using people?” She pursed her lips and nodded, taking in what I was telling her. “Well when you were practicing, I overheard you saying those lines and I didn’t know you were acting and that you’re even interested in that and I had no idea Namjoon was there with you. So ever since then I just decided to hate you.” I sounded so stupid right now and I knew it, she stared at me blankly, as if waiting for me to say something more, and it was true. I did have more to say. “I’m sorry, it hurt me too. Ignoring you, and being so horrid, it really did hurt me as well.”

“But why did it hurt you when you were the one who decided to hate me?”

“Because back then, I loved you.”


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Finding Closure (Part 2)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,682

Warnings: angst, language, more angst, mentions of sexytimes (so I’ll slap a NSFW-but-not-really label on this), flashbacks, mentions of alcoholism

A/N: This is the 2nd part of my submission for the talented and wonderful @tatortot2701 ‘s AU writing challenge.  I took a fluffy prompt and darkened it. My heart has an owwie.

My prompt was 28 .“____ is not a real word.” “Yes it is!”

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 -

Originally posted by heartfularry

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Tumblr woes

A/N: This is my entry for @supernatural-jackles birthday challenge! Happy birthday & sorry that everything I write is angsty. I had the gif that you see below. I couldn’t decide how I wanted to wrap the fic up so it just kept going & going.

Warnings: Angst, accusations of cheating, fluff? (me? write fluff?)

Jensen x Daughter!Reader

You sat on your bed scrolling through Tumblr and couldn’t help the scowl that was overtaking your face. Your father and step mom always told you to stay away from the website, but you couldn’t help yourself; you were seventeen and thought you could take on the haters of Tumblr.

You were wrong.

After arguing with another person who ran a hate blog against your step mom you couldn’t take it anymore and slammed your laptop shut. These people thought they knew everything about your family’s life when in reality they only ever saw small glimpses of it.

So what if your family had a nanny? Most families have a nanny or babysitter.

So what if your family ordered dinner? The average American family eats out between four and five times a week.

Who cares if you have a cleaning lady? You can hire people on Craigslist to clean your house for twenty dollars.

However if your family does anything like this is all falls back on your step mom, Danneel, and how ‘terrible of a wife and mother’ she is; and you were sick of it.

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Five Times Chat Noir Failed at Flirting and One Time He Didn’t

Written for Day 13 of Marichat May. Sin comes from a Greek word that apparently also means missing the mark. So, this fic is Chat Noir missing the mark.

Thank you @agrestenoir for helping to come up with this idea.


Things had been a little awkward since the day Chat Noir and Ladybug learned each other’s identities. They still worked well together as a team, and they still saw each other every day, but something was different. Marinette was still friendly as ever, and Ladybug still joked around, but it wasn’t quite the same. She was all business during akuma attacks, and she hardly spoke to him after they detransformed. The more he considered it, the more he realized it all happened the day she found out he was Chat Noir.

The only way that made sense was if, for some reason, Marinette didn’t like him. Either Adrien him or Chat Noir him. Either option was confusing, given that she was always friendly to Chat Noir and Adrien alike, but it was the only thing that made sense.

Plus, it was something he could possibly correct if he tried hard enough. After all, they were partners and friends, which had to mean something.

So, when he saw her walking home alone late at night, he was only too happy to greet her.

“Hey, princess,” Chat Noir called down to Marinette. “Need a lift?”

She jumped and turned to look up at him. “Chat Noir? What are you doing out here?”

He dropped down beside her. “Well, I was just doing a little solo patrolling. What are you doing out so late?”

“I was just walking home from school. Alya and I were working on our history project together.” She frowned. “Why are you out patrolling alone? I could have joined you.”

“I… well…” He shrugged. “I was actually just getting some fresh air. You look like you could use an escort, though.”

She snorted. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” He winked. “ It would be my purrleasure-”

She shook her head, her grip on her schoolbooks tightening. “You should head home, Adrien. We’ll be patrolling tomorrow anyway.”

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