like a good wine...this guy keeps getting better and better with age

POT Dating Tips

1. Always confirm the same day that you guys are meeting. These men have crazy schedules and they can cancel on you same day, best to know before you do your hair & makeup. 

2. Never drive or uber a long distance to meet them. They should offer to come to you and if they don’t they should offer to uber you. I always get ubered to my dates, I never give them my real address obviously but somewhere close that I could walk or a place I could drive to and leave my car. Driving or ubering a far distance because he said he would reimburse you isn’t worth the risk. These men ain’t shit! they will lie to you. Don’t risk being out of gas or money, never worth it. 

3. Always vet them before you meet them, nothing worse than going on POT date to find out he wants to pay you 200 per meeting. ASk questions nothing to invasive but just enough to see if can meet your needs. If you want monthly allowances make sure he’s open to that. IF he wants to do per meet to start, discuss how much. You can obviously negotiate a better price in person, but make sure you guys are in the same range $$$.  Don't’ waste your hair/makeup and a cute outfit on a fuck boy who thinks he’s a sugar daddy. NEVER go on the POT with someone who gives you weird vibes, I mean if he’s weird over the phone he probably won’t be better in person, nothing is worth your safety. 

4. Be cute but comfortable, Opt for the heels that are more comfortable over the ones that may look better with the outfit.  Nothing worst than being out and having your feet hurt the entire time. 

5. Be sexy and alluring without showing too much. I have big boobs so no matter what I wear their gonna show, but I always wear dresses that aren’t  too tight or show that much cleavage. He may want to take you to social events with his colleagues or friends, you don’t want to show up on your first encounter with your boobs out or a dress that barely covers your ass. You want to give off a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets vibe. You don’t have to spend much to look great, Forever 21 or Zara has great dress options that are affordable. Macy’s always has in store sales on shoes ( Got a couple of heels from there), DSW also. A little black dress with some cute heels and some simple accessories can go a long way, ladies. For new sugars, you can spend under 100 bucks buy a cute outfit that you can re-wear to multiple POT dates. Ball on a budget until you can get him to take you, to Saks ;)

6. Knowledge is key! reading book  Ho Tactics and the art of seduction has really stepped my sugar skills up. Body language and confidence is everything! This may sound silly but I practice my faces in the mirror so I can get an idea of what I’m looking like when I say certain things, also what angles i look best in so I know how to tilt my head or smile. You have to mindfuck these to give you everything you want but never had. I always give eye contact it shows that you are really engaged it also turns guys on. I always order martinis or wine because of the way the glass fit in your hand. Eating a  olive off a  toothpick while eye fucking a guy will drive him crazy. Always ask follow up questions, whens he’s going on and on about his job or life, in general, show that your interested make comments be engaging. Also, brush up on current events, I use the SKIMM to help keep me up to date on current events. Be pretty but also cultured.

7. Always choose a high-end restaurant in your area. I usually yelp and look for restaurants with $$$ that has the best reviews, I legit have been to areas in D.C that I wouldn’t have been able to afford or even heard of. Set your standards high and don’t lower them. Don’t ever go out with a guy who thinks going to some cheap chain restaurant is acceptable. Like your makeup shouldn’t cost more than the menu. Gain knowledge on the nicest spots in your area, if he wants to take you somewhere lower end that’s the easiest way to spot a Splenda. If it doesn’t go anywhere at least you got to go to a nice ass restaurant, ate some good ass food, and drank some wine that cost as much your textbooks. Still a win. 

8. If you’re meeting for a quick date such as Starbucks ( which I don’t even recommend, they give me Splenda vibes)  make sure you choose a time when it’s not too pack. You don’t want to walk into a packed Starbucks with the line to door and no seats for your first date it sets an awkward tone. You want to be in a quiet setting where you can discuss the arrangement privately, without random people walking by every minute.  Choose a time after lunch, or later in the evening. 

9.Safety First! Never give out private information, give out fake email address, phone numbers, etc. The only thing I’m truthful about is that I’m a student and my age. Never get into a POT car, or go back to his place. I also send my friends my location so they know where I’m at all times. Also download a safety app, very useful. If a guy gives you weird vibe excuse yourself to the bathroom and call a uber, try to find a different exit and leave his ass. Never meet up in a sketchy area or place. Make sure the place is public and that it is quiet but moderately packed. Never meet up too late in the night, and don't’ over a drink. Overdrinking puts you in a bad head space which can lead to a bad situation that could be unsafe. I have no more than 3 cocktails on date depending on the time we are together. These sites are filled with psychos, be careful !. 

10. Last but not least Never give up the pussy until you get yours. Things happen maybe you drank too much, or he was really cute so the chemistry was there but it is never a good idea to sleep with POT before the arrangement has been hashed out.  This is not normal dating and he is not your bf. Unless he’s paying your bills, tuition, rent or aiding your makeup addiction why does he deserve pussy???? Always get your first, these men will fuck and dip out never to be seen again. GIving him quick access will not get your bills paid sis, don’t do it. Before you think about giving him some think about your rent that’s about to be due, the tuition you still have to pay, that car payment, or Rihanna new makeup line that’s about to drop.  Pussy is power use it wisely!

Feel free to add on ladies. Pusssy is power, let’s encourage each other and help each other to mindfuck these men! #TeamVagina

Friends With Benefits

HEY GUYS

so I got like 40 likes on the post suggesting I may do a Bucky Barnes friends with benefits type thing and so here is part one

My chapters are usually very long cos I love to talk and the same applies to my writing (my mouth gets a better work out than any other part of my body

Here is chapter one: Alcohol makes you new friends….sort of

Hope you all enjoy it ☺️


It was girls night in the tower which meant wine and gossip.

You loved girls night.

It meant moscato. You loved moscato.

Well, you just loved alcohol in general.

Tonight was Pepper, Natasha, Hope, Sharon, Darcy, Laura, Wanda and Maria.

This meant a good mix.

“Okay, but seriously, you can’t tell me you don’t just wanna take charge and tell him to hell with his stupid gentlemen-ly crap” Darcy said to Sharon.

“Believe me I do, but it’s nice y'know, the guy is patient, which is needed given how demanding my job can be” Sharon spilled, stunningly sober compared to the rest of them, but then again o was Natasha.

“I don’t understand how you can all be around superheroes all the time and not screw them all” you said incredibly tipsy and mouth now that the 3 bottles of wine had hit you.

“Because some of them are just stupid” Pepper said with a slight hiccough.

“Okay, besides Tony” you said.

“Aww, does Y/N have a crush on an Avenger?” Laura cooed slightly buzzed, but still in her motherly form.

“Um, yes. On like all of them” you admitted.

“Ooo who’s number one on the list?” Wanda asked.

You just looked at Sharon.

“Sorry” was all you said while everyone giggled.

“I totally get it, Cap looks good for his age” Darcy said bumping her hip with yours.

“Next?” Natasha smirked.

“T'Challa” you groaned. “He’s beautiful” you admitted.

“I need this list in order” Pepper said laughing.

“Cap, T'Challa, Thor, Bucky, Fandral seems charming as hell so him, Peter seems like you could laugh with him so he’s next, so yeah, Starlord after Fandral. Then Strange? He’s not too old. I cannot include the Kid, Tony or Rhodey cos age differences. And Vision is like a brother to me along with Sam, so yeah” you explained sipping more wine.

“Okay so the real question is, which one would you sleep with” Hope said pointing a finger at you. “Cap isn’t an option, Thor has Valkyrie, Peter’s got Gamora, Strange has a girl too, soooo, T'Challa, Bucky or Fandral?” Hope asked.

“T'Challa isn’t exactly an option either, he’s got a kingdom to run” Maria pointed out.

“Yes, Thank you Maria” you said wincing as you had a glass of Pinot Griggio instead of the Moscato, the slight difference in flavours clashing.

“Who has more stamina, a god or a supersoldier?” you asked seriously.

“God”
“Supersoldier”

Voices clashed together with different opinions.

“It has to be a god! I mean come on, they’re gods!” Pepper yelled.

“Cap’s a pretty decent match when he spars with Thor, and he’s way more built then Fandral” Natasha said.

“But Cap has the serum, I bet he can match a god any day” Hope said.

“But Bucky and Cap are slightly different super soldiers, so out of them, who’s better?” Darcy asked.

“They’re actually fairly similar” Sharon said in thought.

“Well I’d go with whoever’s got the best stamina, I need a few things before I’m satisfied” you said with a grimace.

“Woah, what does that mean?” Natasha said with a knowing glint.

“You know exactly what it means” you groaned. “When did guys become so bad at all things sex?” you asked no one in particular.

“When porn became reality for them” Darcy said.

“Idiots” you grumbled.

You all continued for a while not noticing that Bucky was in the room right next to the lounge, door closed, but super hearing working just fine.

Smiling and laughing quietly at the drunken antics going on next door until he heard what you had to say. Then he made his mind up about things.

“Ugh, 2am, I need to get home” Maria said. “Sharon, you can crash on my couch, I don’t wanna wake up in hangover mode alone” she mumbled.

One by one everyone left until it was you, Wanda and Natasha.

“I’m heading off to bed, last thing I need is Vis listing all the effects of alcohol and sleep deprivation tomorrow morning” she groaned before heading off to bed leaving just you and Natasha.

“I’m making you and Barnes happen” she smirked.

“You most certainly are not” you told her sternly.

“Oh I’ve already started” she said looking behind you at the tall figure which you didn’t notice being tipsy.

“You know it’ll happen” she called over her shoulder as she turned to head to her room.

“It will not happen” you said turning abruptly and smacking into something hard.

Groaning, you clutched your shoulder.

“Ugh, when was there a wall here?” you asked to yourself.

“There isn’t” a voice said.

Deep and Brooklyn.
Crap. Bucky.

“Right, hi Bucky, sorry for the walk in” you apologised.

“Not a problem” he said brushing it off. “What’s Romanoff so determined to not make happen exactly?” he asked feigning curiosity.

“Uh, something about me and fitness, not my forte” you stumbled over a useful excuse.

“I could help you out if you’d like?” he offered.

Well shit, you obviously didn’t think that one through. Course he’d offer to help.

“Oh, that’s okay, I’ll just stick to Yoga and Pilates” you laughed nervously.

“Yoga and Pilates huh? You must be pretty flexible, we could start out with something more suited to you, something that uses your flexibility, you’d probably be able to keep going for hours that way, we could really test out your limits that way” he said with some sort of undertone to his words that you were too drunk to place.

“Really, training with supersoldiers would not be a pretty sight” she said honestly.

“I’m sure we could find a work out that suits you” he said.

“I’m good, promise. I am gonna go to bed” you said quickly moving to get around him.

But you, with your marvelous fortune, decided to showcase just how truly drunk you were, in your heels of all things and would’ve unintentionally nearly dived into the floor if it weren’t for Bucky catching you.

“Woah, you’ve had a bit much to drink” he chuckled holding you up by your biceps.

“Apparently so” you said enthusiastically. “I’m gonna go to bed Bucky Barnes” you told him in a very matter-of-fact tone.

But before you could move he simply scooped you up in his arms.

“Hey! I can walk you know” you berated him.

“I know you can, I see you do it almost every day, you’re just not as proficient when you’re drunk” he teased.

“I can still walk just fine” you said stubbornly like his last sentence was all a lie.

“Y'know, Romanoff wouldn’t of had to set us up doll” he smirked as your mouth gaped like a fish.

“What?” you tried playing dumb.

“You know what I’m talking about” he smiled at your apparent shyness. “You could knock on my door rain, hail or shine and I’d open it for you” he said making your heart race.

Perfect. Just fucking perfect.

“That’s really not necessary Bucky” you smiled sheepishly.

“I know, I wouldn’t be doing it out of necessity” he murmured, his lips entirely too close to your ear making you tense slightly. Something he obviously noticed. “Am I making you nervous?” he asked innocently. “You seem kinda tense” he observed.

“No…” you said looking anywhere but him.

“I think that’s a lie sweetheart” he said in another teasing tone which would kill you.

“You think you know a lot don’t you?” you narrowed your eyes.

“I do” he smiled as he came to stop in front of your door.

Somehow managing to open it, he maneuvered into your room and put you down gently on your bed.

You moved to unclasp the necklace your high school best friend got you but once again, you were having no luck.

“Would you like some help?” Bucky asked, clearly amused.

“No” you grumbled attempting once more.

“Here” Bucky offered as you gave up.

Easily removing the necklace, he smiled.

“There.” he said. “It’s a pretty necklace” he said eyeing the pendant. A sapphire blue pendant that was wrapped in the silver of the necklace.

“Yeah, my friend got it for my 16th birthday” you said. “6 years later and I’m still wearing it, he got a matching ring” you said.

“Cute” he smiled.

“Thank you for helping me back to my room, I’m gonna go to sleep now” you said in an attempt to shoo him away from your socially awkward self.

“Can I steal another moment from you?” he asked.

“Why…?” you asked suspiciously.

“No particular reason” he hummed. “Except I think you should put a theory to test” he said.

“What theory?” you asked jumping slightly when he took your hand and starting rubbing circles into tops of your hand right hand.

“The theory that not all men are useless” Bucky said simply. “Some of us still know what to do and where to put things”

And here you are again. Gaping. Like a fish. Wonderful.

“Just think about it” he said getting up from your bed and heading to the door. “Goodnight Y/N” he smiled.

“Night” you said in a voice that magically came out higher in pitch than usual.

‘Screw you and your charm Barnes’ you though irritably.

“Oh and Y/N?” he said before shutting the door.

“Hmm?” you said looking up.

“I’m a super soldier, I’ve got pretty decent stamina” he smirked before making a quick exit.

“Oh Christ Almighty” you muttered before falling back into your bed.

Leaving a happy supersoldier walking away from your room whose supersoldier hearing picked up your groan of frustration.

Part 2: Spectacular 


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Five Minutes

Originally posted by j-miki

Title : Five Minutes

Pairing : Mark x Reader

Genre : Fluff

Words : 2445

Summary : You don’t care about speed dating, and then you meet Mark. 


You don’t particularly like that sort of thing. You don’t understand how could somebody manage to find a date in such an unnatural context. Your best-friend is highly experienced in the speed dating world. It’s funny how she can still believe in this when she keeps on going and always comes out without any hit.

“It’s going to be funny! Speed dating can be interesting if you try to play along. You only have to bear with each person for 5 minutes!” She still tries to convince you, and the worst part is that you accept. You always get dragged in the weirdest places anyways.

Two hours later and with a glass of rosé, you find yourself at one of the table in the restaurant. You’re more interested in the appetizers than the guy who is already talking about living with his mother when you will both have 3 kids.

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The Landlord - Richard Armitage x Reader fic Request

This is a fic request for the lovely @thorin-thoughts. Thank you so much hun for your patience! I hope you like it!! 

Thank you @deepestfirefun for proofreading it! You’re a dime <3


Request:  I want a one shot based off my imagine of “Richard enjoys walking around the house naked just so you stare at him” ;)

Forever tagged: @fizzy-custard

If you wish to be tagged in my upcoming drabbles, let me know :) <3


The landlord

After everything you had been through today, this is just what you needed. You groan as you watch the thick black smoke escaping through the hood of your car. You heave a sigh. It is late at night, you’re tired as fuck after your shift at work and all you want to do is go home. Go home and share your bed with your two favorites lads: Ben & Jerry. A brief smile crosses your face when you think about that lovely ‘Karamel Sutra Core’ flavor pint that is waiting for you in the fridge. Yum!

A frightening noise from your car pulls you back into reality again. Oh god, it’s about to give up…
‘No, no, baby.’ You whisper at your car.

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Shelter-Pt. 8

Mom and Sidney have never done much for New Year’s Eve.  Like on other major holidays, Mom works extra for holiday pay. Sidney remembers a couple of times, when he was a lot younger, Mom staying home and letting Sidney stay up with her.  She would cut up old circulars and, at midnight, they would toast glasses of grape juice and throw the homemade confetti into the air.  

Geno’s family, on the other hand, really embrace New Year’s Eve.  It’s close enough to Orthodox Christmas that they often have or go to parties to celebrate and exchange gifts a week later on the actual date.  This year they throw a party upstairs and let Geno and Denis have friends over and take over downstairs. It’s mostly Denis’ friends but a handful of guys from the team and school are there, too.  

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Co Workers (Part Eleven)

A/N: I apologize in advance. This part’s a trip.

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Some violence, alcohol.

Word Count: 2.4k

Catch up here! Co Workers MASTERLIST

Originally posted by misha-reedus

“What do you want, Andrew?” you snapped at him as quietly as you could, so that no one would hear you.

“I wanted to apologize.”


You stood there, your arms crossed, head down. He wanted to apologize. Apologize. You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what to think. He hurt you. He put you in a situation you’d never been in before, and one you’d hoped to never be in again.

“Y/N,” he whispered, “please say something.”

“What am I supposed to say Andrew?” your head snapped up, finally making eye contact with him, “you-” your eyes began to water- “you hurt me, and I know I cheated on you, and I’m sorry for that, but you, you should never have done that to me.”

Your shoulders were shaking while you were fighting sobs. You were determined not to cry in front of Andrew, he didn’t deserve it; but regardless if you were crying or not, you were a blubbering mess. You just couldn’t get your words out. Andrew stepped forward and placed a hand on your shoulder.

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OF GUIDEBOOKS AND SUSHI.

klaroline. set after liz’s funeral in season 6. caroline centric. 

sides of: stebekah, steroline, daroline, delena, bonenzo.


She goes to Tokyo first.

She doesn’t mean to, she just…does. Because there’s nowhere else to go. Her mom is in a coffin. Damon gives her the weepy eyes, Bonnie is gone, Elena spends most of the funeral following after her Salvatore. And Stefan doesn’t want her. Stefan doesn’t want her. She’s an idiot, she decides. Because every little touch she gets from him, every little speech, every little ‘if one single part of you came back to check on me—’ it’s made up. All in her naive, Caroline Forbes ‘true love can conquer all’ mentality. No one checks on her. No one cares. And when she gets into her car after her mom’s funeral, after realizing that all of this is just biding her time until the next chaotic bad guy that streaks through Mystic Falls — she leaves.

She doesn’t realize that she’s going to the airport until she’s there. It’s in Richmond. A good three hours away from the Falls she grew up in. Her phone has been lighting up with a constant stream of messages the whole ride, and she throws it out the window somewhere past the freeway. The irony of it though, is that it really is freeing. Caroline has always held this theory about airports, and it’s this: no one cares what the hell you do at an airport. Case in point: the woman next to her is sexting her husband’s brother. The kid across from her has gotten tangled in his kid-leash ( who even invented that, anyway? ), a couple has been making out for the past ten minutes. And if they look close enough, if they shift their gaze and slant their eyes — they’ll see a girl. Cheeks streaked with tears, curls falling limply around her face, standing in the middle of it all clutching an envelope she’s had buried for years, all while she’s in the dress that she wore to her mom’s burial.

The ticket is for New Orleans. And she got it two years ago. On her birthday. No note, no drawing, no signature. Just a first class ticket to the big easy. Ya know, in case. She doesn’t text a thank you, and he doesn’t expect one. But she keeps it. Tucked away in the back of a Microbiology textbook. And now it’s crushed in her hand. The lady at the desk argues with her for an hour and a half until she hits her with her full on ‘I am Caroline Forbes hear me roar’ self — and then she’s got a coach ticket to Tokyo.

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I’ve Gotta Have You (I Think of Every Little Thing You Do) – YOI AU, Fairy Sugar Daddy Viktor + Sugar Baby Yuuri

Title: I’ve Gotta Have You (I Think of Every Little Thing You Do)

Summary: The AU no one asked for in which Viktor is a random money fairy who leaves Yuuri some cash in hopes of striking a deal, and Yuuri accidentally takes it, and thus begins the story of Yuuri Katsuki, sugar baby to the supernatural. One-shot, around 4K words.

Rated: M


The thing about packets of ramen noodles is that they taste so good, until they don’t anymore.

Yuuri cries into his bowl, biting into his spoon as he watches yet another commercial showing a juicy burger flambeed with the full lineup of usual condiments. Logically, Yuuri knows melted mayonnaise would be gross. As a broke college student, though, Yuuri just wants beef patties instead of flavored powder for dinner. Four nights in with the same noodles, he knows he’s in serious danger of throwing up his next spoonful or developing hypertension. The latter is looking more and more likely by the second. Next to him, his phone pings with another alert that Phichit has probably posted another picture of Thai food.

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anonymous asked:

Wade is an avenger, he doesn't stop bragging about his baby boy, and how smart and cute he is. The avengers know he has a kid, so they assume he is talking about his son. The team organize a dinner to meet the boy, and is not what they were expecting

I love delivering steaming piles of shit lmao

“Ahhh. Nothing like a saving the world and or possibly endangering it by being an idiot and not having a functioning morally compass, before returning home to see my baby boy.”

Wade was lying on the Tony Stark’s sofa, slowly growing back his legs. Captain America was standing next to him, looking bloody and disgruntled from carrying him up all the way up the building. Tony was in the kitchen, faced pinched in irritation watching blood seep its way into his furnishing.

“Wade Son of Wil, you speak much of your ‘baby boy’. It is endearing and inspiring that you mortals have such an attachment to one another. It reminds me of home.” Thor said, not at all put off by the blood.

Wade sighed and smiled dreamily lacing his fingers under his chin. Tony made a disturbed face.

“My baby boy. My Petey. I love him more than words can say. I was supposed to cook for him tonight, I feel bad disappointing him again, but he’s such a good kid, I’m sure he’ll understand if I bring take-out again.”

“Take out?” Cap asked “Again?”

“Yeah, probably tacos. Maybe the lettuce will give him some nutrition. He’s a growing boy after all.” Wade laughed and then winced when blood squirted out and onto the carpet.

No one answered him, so Wade took that as a sign to keep blabbering. “I’m surprised he hasn’t been taken away from me yet. God know there are people out there that would suit him better, even if I do my best. He’s happy that I’m working with the Avengers, even if that means I’m bringing in less money to send him to good school and ya know, put dinner on the table.”

Thor looked confused but somewhat concerned, and Cap just looked guilty.

“So, your boy…a fan of the Avengers?”

“Ohhh yeah!” He laughed. “Big time. Captain America is his favorite, but he does have a soft spot for Iron man.”

Tony smiled a bit at that before trying to cover it up by rubbing his nose. Cap cleared his throat.

“Maybe we should…all have dinner? We could go out some night this week, since you’re not…getting payed it’s the least we can do for you and your kid.”

Wade lit up like a child in a toy store. “Would you really? He’d love to meet you all! He’s a huge fan, and I think he thinks I’m lying about helping you lot out!”

Tony glared at Steve, who shrugged. They would often go out for dinner after missions so he supposed it wasn’t too bad to include Deadpool and his son. How bad could it be?

-

The team were sitting around in one of the top tiers of Tony’s favorite restaurant, dressed neatly but casually, waiting for the Deadpool who seemed to possibly be standing them up. Natasha looked increasingly murderous.

Finally, the door opened, and Wade walked in, only recognizable through his soft Deadpool mask. He was wearing a leather jacket and looking a bit too suave. Behind him trailed what looked like a guy in his mid-twenties. No child in sight.

Steve stood up, smiling welcomingly but unable to hide the quizzical expression on his face. No one else stood, and Wade made his way over to the table, pulling a chair out for the man and then taking his own.

Steve leaned over to Natasha, trying to hide his surprised look. “I thought his son would be…younger? Like a kid?”

Natasha patted his hand. “I could imagine Wade being a clingy parent. You’re always a child in your parent’s eyes.”

“Hey guys!” Deadpool said, no lack in cheer. His son smiled awkwardly, and Wade turned making a large Will Smith-esque gesture.

“This, ladies and jellybuttons, is the beautiful, the magnificent, Peter Penelope Parker.”

“Hi, Penelope is not my middle name by the way. It’s an honor to meet all of you. I’ve heard so much.” Peter leaned forward to shake the hands of all the willing members. Clint took an instant liking to him. Everyone else looked dumbstruck.

“Peter, it’s wonderful to meet you. You’re all Wade talks about.”

Peter smiled lovingly and patting the top of Wade’s mask. “Well, that’s a relief. I’m glad I haven’t got any competition, I don’t think I could beat out Black Widow, Captain America, and Thor.”

“He is shiny than I told you, isn’t he?” Wade murmured and Peter glanced at the God in awe.

“Well, now that all that is out of the way, more drinks?” Tony interrupted, waving over a waiter. “I assume your father lets you drink?”

“Ah- I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, since he’s been dead for a while now.”

The team froze up for a second glancing between Peter and Wade. Steve’s eyes lit up. Of course, he must be adopted because of Wade’s…predicament.

“Excellent” Tony said smoothly. “Wade?”

“Nah, no point, I’ll get a milkshake if ya don’t mind? Or some soda?”

“Soda it is.” Tony said, putting in his order for more Wine.  They sat in silence for a moment, before Wade spoke up.

“So how wild was that last mission?!” He banged the table a little too hard, and Peter put his hand over the top of Wade’s fist to stop him from doing it again. Instinctively, Wade turned his hand to lace their fingers. All looked perturbed except Clint, who was scooting closer to Peter to initiate conversation.

“It was a valiant feat indeed!” Thor said banging his own fist in agreement. Old habits die hard.

“Just so long as you’re all safe. It’s incredibly stressful watching from a tv screen.”

“Then maybe we could hook you up with some superpowers eh? Whattya say Cap? Got any muscle juice left?”

“I-uh”

Peter laughed and waved his hand. “No, no. I like myself the way I am. I’m just saying be careful. “

Peter was endearing, despite the strangely affectionate relationship he had with his father. The atmosphere slowly sank into something a little more relaxed.

-

“So, then Peter, there was like fifty of em, and I was out there rocking my bow like an electric guitar, I was absolutely slashing it, best form I’ve ever had, and suddenly, nothing. They all stopped. And that’s how I saved the Avengers all by myself.”

Clint was tipsy. Giggly. Peter was loving it. Wade was glad that the Avenger took a liking to him, but he kept their hands firmly together as a warning. He didn’t want to have to dismantle a member of his team because they thought they could treat his baby boy better than he could. It wouldn’t be the first time he had to tell people to back down off his beautiful piece of ass.

“Wow, that sure sounds daring,” Peter said, and Wade could hear the slight sarcastic tone in his voice that no one else could. He smiled under the mask.

“It’s refreshing to see Wade so…grounded. His son sure brings out the best in him. He almost seems normal…” Natasha whispered. Her and Bruce we’re standing at the bar, taking a breather from the cluster of the group. Alcohol brought out the extra loud side of the team.

“Yeah, it’s amazing. He hasn’t threatened something sinful in ages.”

“Sinful?” She smirked. “That’s one way of describing it.”

They both turned back to the group and froze, mouths falling open in shock. Bruce dropped his glass and stared.

Wade was kissing his son. On the lips. Full kissing on the lips. What the fuck?

Tony hadn’t noticed yet, but he spewed drink out of his mouth when he did. Steve was frozen mid-bite. Thor scrunching his nose up in disgust. Clint simply laughed and clapped Peter on the back, pouring himself another drink from the bottle to give them some privacy. By the time Bruce and Natasha had reached the table, Wade was all systems go with his tongue.

“Wade, we’re in public. Please.” Peter pushed away, pulling his mask back down. Wade just laughed suggestively, letting him sit back but keeping a hand on the inside of his thigh.

“You mortals are disturbing.” Thor choked out. Tony whipped around to look at him.

“Hey! That’s not normal okay? That’s not a mortal thing, that’s a sicko thing.”

“Sicko?” Wade asked, cluing in on the tension. “That’s a bit fucking rude. I can’t help the way I look.”

Peter tightened his grip on Wade’s hand. It was taking a nasty turn.

“We weren’t referring to your look. We’re talking about the fact that you’ve got some fucked up thing with your son. How messed up are you?”

Wade paused mouth hanging open. An explosion was inbound. Instead, he just tipped his head back and let out a bellowing laugh.

“W-wait. Let me get this straight. You thought that Peter- Peter was my Son.” Wade gasped, clearly delighted. Clint started laughing hard too, wiping away tears while the rest of the team sat confused.

‘Peter, oh fuck this is too good. Peter is my fiancé. Not my child. Holy shit you guys are thick. You call yourself a spy?”

“Wha-but you…you called him your…”

“Jesus, you guys. I mean, I’m not his father, but he does call me daddy”

“Wade.” Peter cried, whacking him on the arm. He looked embarrassed.

“I mean that’s pretty bad, isn’t it guys.” Wade continued. “You thought I was so old and ugly that Peter had to be my son, he couldn’t be anyone else?”

“No, that’s not it.” Steve tried to placate. “We knew you had a kid, and you spoke of Peter so fondly, we just assumed…”

“Well don’t. My daughter is an eight-year-old girl, and I’ve shown you guys pictures before.”

“This is gold.” Clint sighed. “I guess I’m the only one who opens my Christmas cards.”

“We are all sorry, Wade and Peter. It was just a misunderstanding.” Steve said.

“No hard feelings starry blue, but Jesus crisp, did you really think I was that fucked that I was banging my own family? I’ll have you know I get plenty of ass, and that’s before Peter put a ring on my finger.”

“Hey, you proposed to me.” Peter elbowed him.

“Ah yes of course. How could I forget?”

“Well. This all makes much more sense now” Tony cleared up. “I was wondering why you kept going on about how your boy looked in ‘dem jeans’ as you phrased it. I just thought you were proud of your DNA pool or something.”

“You see those jeans made his ass look-“

“Well, Wade and I are going to take off now, anyway. This was great, I’d love to, uh… do it again sometime?”

“You betcha kid.” Clint thumped him hard enough on the arm that Wade glared.

“Sweet. I’ll guess I’ll see you around. Thank you for letting Wade help your team. Please treat Wade right. Not a lot of people do, but he really is an amazing guy if you just give him a chance.”

It was hard not to smile at that. Wade ‘awwwed’ Peter until he blushed and scurried out of the restaurant with a wave. Wade followed him, making crude sexual gestures.

“Well, this is a night that I am going to remind you of every single day of your lives,” Clint said leaning back, smug look on his face. “I thought you were all acting strangely.”

“Wait…” Thor said, snapping his fingers together suddenly. “I understand now! They are not blood-related at all! So, then it is a relationship like me and my own brother Loki?”

“Sure buddy,” Clit said with a shit eating smile. “Whatever you say.”

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Before his departure for East Watch and the Wall beyond, Tyrion invites the King in the North and the others to a round of drinks. The conversation soon moves on to something of a more personal nature for Jon.

This is my 4th entry for A Fortnight of Jonerys. Prompt submitted by @mikimiska113

Whelp, there isn’t any spoilers so I’ll post it here too. Love you guys. 



If tonight was to be the last night The King in the North spent at Dragonstone, it was absolutely a requirement that he drink himself stupid.

Or so Tyrion had insisted.

Jon of course was against the idea, voicing his desire to keep a clear mind in the face of his next objective. His most trusted man however - the voice of reason and restraint in Jon’s life - betrayed him and agreed wholeheartedly with the Dwarf of Casterly Rock that yes, what better way to greet a suicide mission than to drink while one was still alive? The ship taking them to East Watch would take several days time to reach their destination, so however piss drunk they got it would matter little in the scope of what was to come.

Crafty smuggling bastard.

He relented, and allowed Tyrion to fill his cup to the brim with some fragrant wine that was hardly to his taste after years of drinking nothing but soured ale.

The dwarf, who had been already drinking several hours before, filled his own once again, and passed the jug around the table. Gendry sniffed It, clearly not used to wine, especially not one as fine as the red Tyrion had chosen, and sipped it curiously. “You know I never imagined wine would taste so bitter - high born folk make it seem so luxurious, but there are far better spirits out there.”

Davos interjected, “Ah, I felt the same as you when I had my first taste. It grows on you, surely, but I do agree - some of the liquors of Essos and beyond could pale even the finest of wines from Dorne.”

Tyrion gasped, clearly offended, “You men are simply barbarians. You’re insulting my life’s blood.”

Ser Jorah, who was to accompany the men going North had been quiet up until this point. Jon wasn’t sure of the man. He had heard disparaging stories about him while a part of the Night’s Watch - but Tyrion had seemed friendly enough towards him, and he seemed a close confidant of Daenerys…almost borderlining on the improper. Jon wasn’t really sure what to think about that either now that he thought about it.

The old seasoned Knight looked down beneath the table and dug about in a knapsack. “How’s Summer Isle Rum sound to you boys? A friend gave it to me while I was at the Citadel.”

Davos’s face lit up immediately, “Now that’s a fine proper drink right there! I haven’t had Summer Isle Rum since I was about the age of some of you younger lads. It’ll put hair on your chest.”

This peaked Tyrion’s interested considerably, “Any excuse to get more intoxicated is fine by me. Pass it around old man.”

Jon watched as Jorah took a small swig and passed it off to Gendry, who smiled and raised a brow upon tasting it. “Much better. Closer to what I’m used to and yet completely different at the same time. Exotic even.”

Jon took it into his hands as Davos excitedly regaled the group about what exactly goes into a spiced Sothoryos spirit such as this, and took a deep swig. Which was a mistake. He had no clue what rum was or how potent it could possibly be. He started coughing and sputtering the liquor up.

“My King…oh gods! Rum is to be sipped!” Davos jumped up, bewildered.

Tyrion cackled and patted Jon on the back, “Oho! And you said you didn’t want to drink! This is a right proper festivity now! I’m going to have to play catch up!” He swiped the skin from his hands and took an equal swig with ease, clearly more proficient in the game of drinking.

A few more moments of coughing and Jon’s throat finally settled. He found that his whole body went warm and the spices played upon his tongue pleasingly. He shook his head. “You really could’ve said something instead of bleating on about exotic fruits. Holy hells.” everyone around the table laughed.

The evening went on quite a bit like this, with light chatter about travels and more on exotic lands. It was nice hearing about warmer climes than the ice he was accustomed to. He even found himself a bit jealous when Tyrion and Jorah started going on about vast swaths of deserts back in Essos. Anything but glacier and tundra.

He tilted his head back and sighed. Perhaps they were right. It was good to unwind a little bit. After everything that he’s seen and everything he’s been through, it was a welcome respite he didn’t know he needed. It reminded him of better days before he knew of Wights and White Walkers, sitting around the great hall of Castle Black with his brothers. It reminded him of Sam’s warm laugh, Edd’s cynical jabs and Grenn and Pyp’s constant bickering.

His face fell immediately upon remembering his old friends. So many lives lost. And it was only just the beginning.

It was if the entire room had picked up upon his mood turning sour, tales of intrigue weaning off to the sidelines and curious glances shared between the rest of the men.

This of course irritated Lord Tyrion considerably, as he had wanted lively drinking company for months and had been denied it for far too long. He decided to change the topic of landscapes and adventures past for a more jovial topic, a topic every drinking man relishes in and boasts of. “The lush flora and fauna of Essos is certainly a sight to behold,” he started, “but what of the gods’ greatest of creations? Women! I argue that some of the most savory and intriguing of all women reside in Essos and I refuse to hear of any argument that refutes this!”

This of course livened up the conversation considerably and was met with bawdy laughter and smiles around. Even Jon, in his drunken state, left his dour reverie behind and forgotten in favor of cracking a broad smile.

Davos decided to take the bait, “I don’t know My Lord, I’ve known and loved many damsels from everywhere between Sothoryos to lands of Leng and I must say my Marya is still the only woman who owns my heart.”

The men groaned in response, not wanting to hear of domestic conquest and voiced as such.

Davos stood his ground however, mildly offended, “Well when you live up to be a ripe old shit like me you realize after a while that what really matters is a woman who waits for you, who loves you despite the all the crap you put her through and somehow manages to stick around even with all your faults. Believe you me, when you’re my age you’ll say as much.”

Though it wasn’t exactly what they wanted to hear, they couldn’t deny the man’s message and decided to act turncloak upon their previous uproar to loudly voice their support for it.  Such were drunken men’s fancies - flighty and excitable.

Jon slapped Davos’s back in comradery, while Gendry ruffled his hair, cooing that he hopes he could be just like him when he grows up. The old Knight merely swatted them off and cursed their names briefly before joining in on the laughter.

Once again Tyrion decided to take the reigns of the conversation to try and steer it in a more interesting direction, “And what of you Gendry Waters? What type of women have you conquered in your travels? Surely a young virile pup like yourself has more interesting fare for the group?”

Gendry’s eyes went wide, surprised towards having the spotlight, and grinned, “I’ve known a few women here or there.” He shrugged, somewhat uncomfortable with sharing, “but nothing of real interest.”

The Queen’s Hand rolled his eyes, “Please don’t be so modest. It’s painfully dull. Surely a woman or two have at least caught your eye?”

Gendry tilted his head, as if in deep thought and took another gulp of wine. “Aye…there’s a girl who’s caught my eye…I haven’t seen her in a long time though.” He smiled a little bit, memories enveloping him amongst the heady haze of wine and rum.

Tyrion pressed on, displeased with having draw everything out of him, “Well, what did she look like?”

“Um…she had dark hair…large grey eyes, like the sky here at Dragonstone. She was petite too, pretty, and short and wispy.” He looked around the group, somewhat at a loss. In his drunken daze Jon momentarily thought Gendry shot him a worried glance, but it was so brief that he decided to chalk it up to the drink instead. He continued, “But it really was just the way she held herself. It was like the world couldn’t touch her. Like no matter where she would end up she was above it all, whip smart and two steps ahead.” He laughed, fondness overtaking his eyes, “She wanted me to go with her. I really wish I had. I found out recently that she’s still alive and well and I hope to be seeing her in a couple weeks time. You know, if all goes well.”

The men nodded their heads and patted the boy on the back, satisfied that the lad would be reunited with his love again. It seemed like such a rare thing in the world nowadays, with the fallout of the War of the Five Kings, far reaching famine, and now the undead bearing down upon them from beyond the Wall. Jon couldn’t help but feel somewhat hopeful for the first time in months. He was feeling so good as a matter of fact- drink emboldening his otherwise thoughtful nature -that he decided to join in on their conversation, throwing caution into the wind.

“Aye, you know I always found a maiden who knows what she wants far more desirable than one who pines away in some tower somewhere. Those tales always drove me mad when I was a young lad.” He took another swig of wine, unmindful towards the world spinning, “Give me a Nymeria or Visenya over a Jonquil any day.”

This was met with curious stares from all but Gendry, who merely nodded in agreement. Jon of course was oblivious towards the possible implication that the words might have upon the men he drank with whilst a guest within the Dragon Queen’s keep. Who more matches the description of Queen Daenerys better than that the two foreign Conquerors Nymeria and Visenya?

Davos grinned, looking at Jon with the eyes of a proud father. Jorah gave him a questioning and mistrustful glance, attempting to ascertain his exact meaning. Tyrion did what he does best - pour himself another glass of wine and pry further into conversation, “Indeed? What say, pray tell, would this warrior woman of your dreams look like?” his voice was curious and amused, as if attempting to goad Jon into saying the exact words they were all thinking.

The wine warmed his face and brought a smile to his lips. “I suppose i’ve always fancied fairer women…perhaps red or gold of hair.” He thought of Ygritte in that moment, before her face shifted briefly to that of a woman he’s had his eyes on for weeks while staying at Dragonstone. An impossible match. He sighed as a slight blush crept upon his face. No time for things like that at all but perhaps in another world…he continued, “but I agree with Gendry. The character of a woman is even more important than her beauty. Someone intellectually capable and solid in her convictions, and yet harbors a good heart in the face of adversity.”

“What’s all this about hearts and adversity?”

The men turned their heads all at once to see the Silver Queen and her adviser Missandei enter the room unannounced. She had an amused look upon her face, “I didn’t catch the first part of that conversation.” She sat between Ser Jorah and her Hand, “And I was completely unaware of this gathering. Am I not invited to the festivities?”

Jon’s blush crept up even further with the Queen in his presence. Surely she was telling the truth and heard none of it? He shifted uncomfortably, and decided to hide his expression behind a cup of wine. It was all hypotheticals anyways. He didn’t say anything about any one particular woman…even if perhaps he meant it if he was being honest with himself.

Tyrion poured her and Missandei a cup and leaned back in his seat, an expression of mock offense playing upon his face “It would wound me greatly if you thought that, your Grace. Your presence always desired - this was merely an impromptu send off for our honored guests traveling north of the Wall.”

Jon huffed out a breath, thankful for Lord Tyrion’s distraction.

She raised a graceful brow, expression playful, “And what of the conversation I walked in on?”

Fuck.

Tyrion spoke up once again, nodding towards the King in the North, “Jon here was just telling everyone about what he thinks of you. That you have a good heart in the face of adversity.”

He choked on his wine. Double fuck. He was going to kill the dwarf later for this.

Her face remained a mix of amused stoicism, betraying no hint of surprise. She sipped upon her wine, “Well, those are very kind words Lord Snow.” She paused, expression falling to something more flat, “though for the life of me, I can’t figure why you would praise me so and yet still refuse to bend the knee.”

It was like cold snap had instantly hit the room, jovial mood completely extinguished. The men looked towards each other nervously, unsure of how to contain the possible fallout between the two monarchs.

Jon felt like a bucket of ice water had washed over him, fond thoughts of the Dragon Queen completely flying out the doors. Surely he was imagining things, and she had not just brought up the tired trope of kneeling once again, in front of everybody.

His temper threatened to get the better of him, control over his emotions dulled by the drink, “Aye…this again.” He set his own cup down, though with much more force than necessary, and continued, “Well, fret not Your Grace,” he nearly spat her title out, “I’ll be out of your hair shortly.”

Her frown deepened, edge thin like a knife, barely contained fury in her eyes. “Everyone out. I would like to have further words with Jon Snow.”

It was as if they were aboard a sinking ship, the men and Missandei got up so fast to flee the oncoming storm. Only Jorah wavered in his departure, unsure of his Queens safety with a man he didn’t know. “Your Grace are you sure you should-”

She shot him a withering glare, her fury almost palpable. “I am. Leave us.” He got up at once, eyes hurt, and departed behind the rest of them.

Once alone, she turned towards the target of her ire, “You mean to disrespect me by throwing my title around with such disdain in your voice whilst in my keep?!”

Jon stood upon his legs, headless of the world spinning faster, anger too great to contain, “Aye! Like your disdain for my own in front of my men. You have yet to address me properly and while I consider myself a man that doesn’t harbor away slights easily, I feel as if you’re doing so to purposefully undermine and get a rise out of me.” He stalked before her, inches barely apart and met her angry glare with his own.

She briefly flinched, his close proximity unexpected, before she regained her composure and stood her ground. “You expect far too much! Not only do you expect me to drop everything i’m doing in this war with Cersei Lannister, fork over MY forces and MY dragons for your cause, take one of MY men on some absurd suicide mission to force an amnesty with said false queen, you want me to allow all of this whilst I call you King?!”

Her breathing became agitated - fury barely contained. Eyes afire and full lips quivering. Jon couldn’t help but glance down at them. His head was swimming - he had gotten up far too fast and nearly regretted leaving his chair. He didn’t realize how much he had to drink.

“You don’t agree with my decision to go North?” he asked, eyes trailing from her lips to her bosom, chest heaving beneath her tight bodice in anger. He shook his head and looked back into her eyes hoping she missed his glance. If she did see, she didn’t voice as such.

“It sounds like a heroic act…though one acted upon with too much haste and little thought about the possible consequences.” She shifted upon her feet and sighed, frustration evident in her eyes, “You go into dangerous territory. Are you so sure you can make it back unscathed?”

His eyes widened at what he was hearing, understanding dawning upon him. Is this what everything was about? Was her anger misplaced and she was merely acting upon other frustrations? He let out a sigh of relief and smiled, drawing a confused and almost insulted look from her. “Are you worried for my safety, Your Grace?”

Perhaps he was being far too bold in his assumptions. Perhaps he had far too much to drink and should’ve excused himself long ago before he could play the part of a fool. But he stayed and watched her eyes flicker with something…something he couldn’t place. Was that shock? Surprise that she had been found out? Care?

“I…” she licked her lips, suddenly nervous, “I worry for all of you.” She said hastily, eyes darting to the floor, all anger sapped, “It would be tragic if strife should befall you. You know I’m not a terrible person, I don’t wish you harm or any-”

He kissed her, caution thrown into the wind. She stiffened immediately upon the contact - surprise etched upon her lovely features.

Before she could think or react or pull away, his hand shot up to softly caress her face, a gentleness she had yet to know from any other. He tasted of spices and wine, and smelled of rainfall and the musk of furs that he so liked to wear. She felt herself melt into it, against all thought and restraint.

The door to solar clicked open and she pulled away hastily, heady desire still painting her cheeks a flushed red. Jorah’s head poked through, worry upon his face. “Khaleesi? You’ve been gone for quite some time. Forgive me, but I thought to look in on you-”

She shook her head, attempting clear away the thoughts rapidly firing away in her mind. What had just happened? What had come over him? Hells, what had come over her?

“I-I’m fine Ser Jorah.” She stuttered, desperate to regain her composure. Jon stood a foot or so away from her, wavering slightly upon his feet with drink, embarrassment and lust painting his face red.

Jorah looked between the two of them, a mixture sadness and knowing within his eyes. He nodded quietly, and went to excuse himself.

“It’s alright my Lord.” Jon added hastily before he could depart, “I was just about to return to my quarters.” he nodded to Daenerys before leaving, “Goodnight Your Grace. I apologize for my previous outburst. The drink must’ve dulled my wits, and I misspoke.”

She shook her head, thoughts still flying a mile a minute, heart fluttering wildly in the wake of their actions. “It is I who misspoke…surely.”

He smiled gently and turned to take his leave. “Good night Your Grace.”

“Good night…Jon.”

The following morning, upon the beach before the Northerner’s departure, Dany cornered Jon once more before he took his leave.

He made no mention of the kiss they shared, just as she hadn’t. Perhaps he didn’t remember - Davos said the King was sporting a massive hangover from the night before. She still wasn’t sure of what to make of it, but couldn’t deny the quickening pace of her heart in his presence.

He squinted his eyes, sun clearly bothering him, “Well, if I don’t return you won’t have to deal with the King in the North anymore.” he said, a smile playing upon his handsome features.

Dany fought to keep her face neutral, nervous thoughts of last night flying about her mind. “I’ve grown used to him.” she couldn’t help but smile in kind.

He looked pensive for a moment, and she thought briefly that perhaps he did remember the kiss they shared last night after all. But instead he settled upon, “I wish you good luck with the wars to come.” and departed. He didn’t remember…

She sighed. Perhaps it was for the best…

What is love? [ Chapter 2 ]

Title: What is love? 

Genre: Fluff | Angst | Smut 

Characters: Im Jaebum | Got7 | Reader

Warning/s: None

Summary: Jaebum was your childhood friend. Both of you had a beautiful, strong bond. Like sister and brother after all your families practically saw each other every day. However, he entered in JYP to be a trainee and you was preparing for medical school. Since then both were only able to talk trough kakao talk, after a few years once he was stable as an Idol and you as Doctor, you guys decided that it was finally time to meet again. Having no idea what was about to come next. 

Author: Sakura Choi (me)

Words count: 2.3k

Originally posted by saranghaeyojw

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Chapter 2-The Set Up

“Stop that.” Riley told Lucas as he kissed her neck.
“Come on, just stay a little longer.” He continued to kiss her neck in hopes that she would change her mind.
“I want to but I’ve already told you, Maya and Smackle are coming over to my apartment to talk about the wedding.” Riley said as she turned in his arms.
“Okay fine but I want you to myself tomorrow night.” He demanded.
“You want me all night?” She said seductively.
“Uh huh and all day but I know I have to share.” He whispered to her.
“Good boy.” She said before she kissed him. He deepened the kiss by running his tongue against her lips which parted immediately. She let out a soft moan before pulling away.
“Okay I really have to go now.” She said reluctantly.
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow babe.” Lucas told her.
“Bye baby.” She squealed and giggled as he gave her a small smack on the ass. She left his apartment and got in her car. She never thought she would be the type of woman to lead a double life but for some reason it excited her. The idea of sharing this secret with the man she loved while playing a game with her friends who thought she was none the wiser. Little did they know how sly she really was.


Riley got back to her apartment with takeout and wine for the girls. She was thankful that they hadn’t shown up yet because she was running late herself. If Maya and Smackle found out she came home late they would bombard her with questions about where she was, who she was with and what she was doing. She didn’t need them to be suspicious of her because she liked the rush of keeping a secret from the one person who she never kept a secret from. Riley put the food and wine down on her kitchen counter and pulled her coat off. She made her way to the bathroom to take a quick shower. She pulled off her clothes and couldn’t help but think that Lucas just does it so much better. She switched the shower on and made her way in, relaxing under the warmth the water provided. Her mind began to wander like it had many times in the past. She had the same fantasy about his body, his lips, him doing things to her that no other man could. She could almost feel him pin her up against the wall of the shower, kissing every part of her body, making hot passionate love to her over and over again. She had to stop before she got too carried away. She pulled a towel around herself after turning off the water and getting out of the shower. She quickly got dressed in some lounge clothes, when she heard a knock at the door. 

“I’m coming.” She yelled. She opened the door to find Maya and Smackle on the other side.
“Hi honey.” Maya said as she pulled her best friend in for a hug and entered the apartment.
“Hi peaches, hi Smackle.” She greeted them both before going to the takeout bag and heating up the food. She placed the food with 3 glasses and the wine on the coffee table.
“Ooh you got Potstickers. I’ve been wanting this for ages.” Maya said as she quickly grabbed her food and began eating. Riley proceeded to open the wine and pour 3 glasses.
“Yeah me too. Ever since my friend introduced me to Potstickers I have been obsessed.” Riley said reminicing about her date with Lucas. They planned to go to a fancy restaurant but the date ended with disaster. So instead Lucas bought Potstickers and took her to Central Park for an impromptu picnic. It was a magical night to say the least. She couldn’t help but smile at the memory.
“What’s got you all smiley bubbles?” Smackle asked.
“Nothing.” She responded.
“Riley you had that dopey grin that only a lovesick fool would have.” Maya pointed out.
“No I don’t.” She said defensively.
“Bubbles you 100% do.” Smackle said.
“Smackle!” Riley exclaimed.
“Does this happen to have something to do with a certain Huckleberry coming back into town?” Maya questioned.
“What? Of course not!” Riley blurted out quickly.
“Well Lucas’s reappearance in your life and that dopey grin do correlate.” Smackle explained.
“Smackle as a genius you know correlation does not mean causation.” Riley replied.
“Riley you know it’s okay if you still have feelings for him.” Maya reassured her.
“Yeah, if you still love him, you can tell us.” Smackle told Riley sincerely.
“Tonight’s not about me, it’s about Smackle. So have you chosen which one of us is the maid of honour?” Riley asked excitedly.
“Yep. I’m sorry Maya but I’ve chosen Riley.” Smackle said.
“Oh thank god.” Maya let out a sigh of relief.
“Excuse me?” Riley said.
“Oh it’s not like a didn’t want to be MOH but I’m glad that I don’t have to walk down the aisle, dance or spend a majority of my time with Huckleberry.” Maya pointed out to her best friend.
“Lucas is the best man?!” Riley cried.
“I’m sorry bubbles. Looks like you have to work with Lucas for the next couple of months.” Smackle said suspiciously.
“Wait a second, did you choose me for MOH just to try to set me up with Lucas?!” Riley said accusingly at her two best friends.
“It’s not the only reason. I mean you know Maya’s gonna be busy with her biggest art show yet. How is she going to fulfill her MOH duties.” Smackle reasoned.
“Look guys, I appreciate you looking out for me but I don’t have feelings for Lucas. Don’t get me wrong, I do love him. There’s always going to be a part of me that loves him. How can I not? He was the first boy I ever liked, my first date, my first kiss, my first boyfriend, my first love, the first man I made love to. He’s always been and always will be a huge part of my life, but if the universe wanted us together it would have happened already. It’s been 4 years and we barely talked to each other. I would just prefer for us to be just friends.” Riley told them seriously.
“We understand but I still think you will be a better MOH than me right now. I’ll just stick to being a bridesmaid.” Maya said.
“Why thank you.” Riley giggled with her two best friends.
“So Maya are you bringing a date to the wedding?” Smackle asked.
“Yeah, Josh is my date.” Maya told the girls.
“What about you Riley?” Smackle asked.
“Guys me and Maya don’t need dates. We’re in the wedding party.” Riley told them.
“True but if you want to I want you to know it’s okay.” Smackle told Riley.
“Thank you Smackle.” Riley said.
“Well if you refuse to bring a date to the wedding, what about a normal date with a guy?” Maya suggested.
“I don’t think so.” Riley furrowed her brows.
“Why not? You haven’t been on a date in such a long time.” Maya said.
“I want to focus on my job right now.” Riley tried to get Maya off her back.
“No offense Riles but you’re a baker not a doctor.” Maya said.
“Yes but I’m getting more and more cake orders and I’m running the bakery at the same time. Plus with the wedding I’m going to be extra busy with MOH stuff. I dont have time to get to know a guy enough to date him.” Riley said.
“Oh speaking of your amazing baking skills, me and Farkle want you to make our wedding cake. I know it’s a lot to ask but no other cake can compare to yours. It would make it extra special too.” Smackle told her.
“Smackle I would be honored to make your cake. We need to schedule a time to design it and decided what cake you want.” Riley explained.
“Great I’ll tell Farkle. He’s going to be so excited.” Smackle said as she texted her fiancé the good news.
“Have you guys picked a date yet?” Riley asked.
“No but we do want an outdoor wedding because of our love for nature. I was thinking June.” Smackle suggested.
“That’s perfect. Not to hot but not cold. Plus you seem like a June bride to me.” Maya said.
“We’ve chosen a few places that we really liked for the venue but we haven’t found the perfect space yet.” Smackle said.
“What are looking for?” Maya asked.
“Well we want an open field but with greenery like trees and flowers. But you can imagine how hard that is to find in New York.” Smackle said.
“What about Texas?” Riley said.
“Huh?” Smackle asked surprised.
“Well Texas has open fields and the weather would be amazing.” Riley pointed out.
“I’ll run the idea by Farkle but it sounds great. I knew I picked the right MOH.” Smackle said.
“Hey!” Maya exclaimed.
“You know I love you Maya.” Smackle said.
“We love you too Smackle.” Maya said and brought both women in for a hug.


“So Farkle, who did Smackle choose to be her maid of honour?” Zay asked.
“She chose Riley.” Farkle said loudly so Lucas would hear them clearly.
“What? Riley’s maid of honour? Hold up is this a set up?” Lucas asked.
“Of course not!” Farkle said immediately.
“Farkle.” Lucas said.
“Okay maybe a little.” Farkle said with a slight wince.
“Guys I appreciate you wanting me to be happy but Riley and I are friends and nothing more. So I’m asking you nicely to please not intervene with mine and Riley’s relationship.” Lucas said.
“Do you have feelings for her?” Zay asked.
“Look there’s no denying that there is always gonna be a part of me that will love her. She was one who brought me out of my darkness. She the only woman I’ve ever been in love with and been able to connect with on such an emotional level but if we were meant to be it would’ve happened. It’s been years since we’re spoken. I’m happy with being just friends.” Lucas declared.
“Okay we won’t try anything.” Farkle said.
“Good. So what do you guys wanna eat?” Lucas asked wanting to change the subject.
“Potstickers!” Zay and Farkle shouted at the same time


Smackle and Maya left Riley’s apartment around 12:21am. Due to the fact that they had been drinking, they decided to get a taxi back. As they got in the taxi and fasten their seatbelts Maya turned to Smackle and said
“Do you really think Riley meant all that stuff she said about Lucas?”
“She seemed pretty adamant that they were just friends.” Smackle replied.
“Yeah but I know Riley. Once they start talking again, I feel like she’s going to catch feelings again.” Maya said.
“Especially since they are best man and maid of honour.” Smackle pointed out.
“I know she told us to stay out of it but I’m Maya I’ve never followed the rules. Why don’t we help speed up the process?” Maya suggested.
“What process?” Smackle asked.
“The process of Riley and Lucas getting back together.” Maya said.
“Maya I don’t know.” Smackle said.
“Smackle I’ve always been the one to push those two together. I just need to do it once more and something’s telling me that I can’t do it alone.” Maya said.
“Okay I’m in. What do we need to do?” Smackle asked.
“Right now I need sleep but I’ll come up with something soon.” Maya said mischievously.


Riley stood in front of her kitchen sink washing the dishes they used when she heard her phone ring. She pulled off her rubber gloves and smiled when she saw who it was.
“Hey.” He said. Her stomach still got butterflies when her said that to her.
“Hi.” She replied grinning.
“Hi.” He said as she giggled.
“Hey.” She said.
“So how was your night?” He asked.
“It was interesting. You were the hot topic.” She told him.
“Oh yeah do tell.” He said.
“It seems our friends want us to get back together.” She said.
“Seems like that since Smackle made you maid of honour and Farkle made me best man.” Lucas pointed out.
“Maybe we should just tell them.” She said.
“Riley we agreed to keep this a secret.” He said.
“I know but Maya and Smackle are adamant that I need to date someone even if it’s not you.” She told him.
“They want you to date another guy?” He said softly.
“Yeah but I told them I was too busy for a guy but I like what we have now. A secret only for us. It’s exciting and liberating. Everyone thinks I’m innocent old Riley but with you I feel sexy and adventurous.” Riley said.
“Firstly you’re always sexy, secondly I understand that you want them to back off.” Lucas said.
“I think with the wedding everyone will be too distracted to think about us anyways. I don’t think we have to worry too much.” Riley said.
“Are we still on for tomorrow?” He asked.
“Yep. My place or yours?” She asked.
“Mine. I can’t wait to hold you all night. I’ve missed it.” He said as she smiled.
“Yeah me too. We haven’t spent a night together since Texas. Look I’m gonna head to bed.” She said.
“Okay babe I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.” He said.
“Love you too babe. Good night.” She said.
“Sweet dreams Princess.” He whispered before hanging up.
Riley got ready for bed and pulled her covers to get in bed. She went to switch of her lamp when she pulled the drawer open and took out the hidden picture of her and Lucas kissing in front of the Eiffel Tower in Paris, Texas. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was that Lucas didn’t fall in love with another girl. If so she wouldn’t be as happy as she was right now. She fell asleep dreaming of the life she and Lucas were destined to have. My god, it was a beautiful life.

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1.      Lace or velvet? Velvet, and I’m not saying that just because I love red velvet cake….though that may have something to do with it.

2.      Paperbacks or hard covers? Paperbacks. That way, I can bend it if I need to while reading.

3.      Forest or beach? I prefer beaches; they feel safer to me. Sort of ironic because I can barely swim.

4.      Thunderstorm or sunny? Thunderstorms. Bright sunshine hurts my eyes.

5.      Vanilla or honey scented? That’s…that’s hard! Maybe vanilla? I really like the smell of honey, though…

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Escape

WTT…wondering where this will end?  

Yeah…me, too.  Hope you enjoy!


CHAPTER FIVE

When Jamie woke in the morning he registered three things.  

First, his left hand was cupping the lovely pink clad arse of one Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp.  

Two, he had an erection.  Again.

Three, Claire was soaking wet which meant her fever had broken.  

And for good measure he counted a fourth.  He’d never slept better.  

He let his lips brush gently across her forehead, and started to get up. Claire stirred, and like new butterflies slowing opening their wings, her eyelids fluttered open.  She took in their position and her eyes widened.  

Jamie attempted to soften the shock, “Seems as if yer fever’s broken, Sassenach.  Yer a sweaty mess.  How do ye feel?”

Claire dipped her head and took stock.  She met Jamie’s eyes again.  “Better, actually.  Hungry.”

“Lucky for you, Sassenach, I make a mean scotch woodcock.” And he rolled out of bed quickly before she could feel the state of his manhood.  He definitely needed the island and the cooktop between himself and Claire.  

“A what??”  She sounded horrified.

He peeked back around the door frame.  “Relax. Scrambled eggs on toast.”  

After breakfast in which Claire proved she could, indeed, eat a lot, she announced she needed a shower and some fresh clothes.  Jamie agreed she would be more comfortable in her own bathroom. When she announced she’d be back in an hour, his relief surprised him.  He wasn’t ready to let this go.  

He couldn’t quite put his finger on why, other than that Claire intrigued him. She was this angel of mercy who came into his life and left a mark on his heart. She was honest, and straight-forward.  She worked hard and never complained.  For God’s sake, she was going into work with a fever!  

The one and only girlfriend he ever had was the most high-maintenance of women.  Annalise needed constant attention and when he couldn’t give it, she constantly pouted.  Always dressed to perfection, he’d never seen her without makeup.  In contrast, he’d never seen Claire with makeup wearing anything other than her scrubs. Well, her pink knickers were nice.  He’d be willing to take a second look at that again sometime soon.  

Showered, dressed in jeans and sweatshirt, feet bare, Jamie set up his work for the day.  Even though he was CEO of Fraser Distillery, he was also its graphic designer.  As the company grew he was constantly being told to hand it off, but he refused.  He needed his creative side to stay sane. And because it was his name, he would also be responsible for the face it showed.  

Today’s task – labels for the new wines.  He knew the shape of the label, and using his template for the lettering he started work on his computer.  Having carved out the space for the artwork, Jamie started to sketch.  Deep into his work it was a while before he realized Claire wasn’t back yet.  Pocketing his mobile, he went upstairs to her flat.  He knocked on the door.  Nothing.

“Claire?”  Nothing.  

Banging now, he shouted, “Claire!”

Holy God.  What if she fell in the shower?  What if she decided to go to work?  No.  No, she would have come for her pocketbook.  He paused and knocked again, louder.  Dammit. Nothing.  

Sprinting down the stairs to his flat he tore through the lounge and lifted his window.  Freezing November air caught him in the face.  Heedless of his bare feet he sprinted up the fire escape to her window.  Cupping his face to the glass he breathed a sigh of relief and fogged it up.  He stepped back, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.  Heart rate decreasing, he tried the window.  Locked.  Okay. She was okay.  

He took out his phone and texted her.  Bloody cold out here Beauchamp.  Help a guy out?  

He watched as Claire looked at her phone, and turned sharply from her kitchen sink to the window.  Thank God for notification sounds.  

She grabbed a towel to dry her hands and hurrying over to the window, she fumbled with her phone and took out her earbuds.  “Bloody hell, Jamie!  What do you think you’re doing?”

He felt stupid now that he was in her flat.  And he couldn’t think of anything cool to say.  So, he blurted out the truth.  “Ye said an hour.  I was worried ye’d fallen or somethin’.  Yer still somewhat weak.”  

He gestured helplessly as he looked down at the floor.  “I mean, yer fever just broke last night and ye havena eaten in days.”  

Claire was touched.  And now that he mentioned it, tired.  But her flat was such a mess.  It’d been ages since she’d cleaned and when she walked in earlier it seemed like she should take care of it.  “My laundry’s a fright, Jamie. And my flat is disgusting. I work so much…I thought the music would keep me awake long enough to put a dent in it and….” She let the sentence trail off.  

Jamie nodded.  “Here.  Let’s do the laundry at my place.  The rest we’ll tackle when yer feeling stronger, aye?”  

She nodded.  Jamie gathered up all the sorted piles of clothes and tossed them back into her overflowing basket.  He turned to carry it out the window and she laughed.  

“Come on, Sassenach.  Make sure the front door is locked.  Since it’s only us who share this escape, we can trust yer window to stay unlatched.”  Checking the door, and grabbing her key, she shut the window after her, and followed him down the short flight that separated them.

Stepping into the warmth of his home Claire asked, “Jamie?  “What’s “Sassenach”?”  

Jamie set the basket down, and closed the window.  “It means English woman.  Well, someone who isna from here, who isna from Scotland.”  

He turned to see her standing with hands on hips, a somewhat stubborn look on her face.  Her freshly washed hair framed her face in a riot of curls. Those whisky coloured eyes washed over him.  She smelled sweet and clean.  

He’d never seen a woman more beautiful.  In that moment, she was all the folklore, all the legends, and all the superstitions of his culture wrapped into one.  He was completely under her spell.  “My father used to tell us the legend of the woman who was stolen by the fairy folk, who traveled through the stones from faraway lands.  They’re rare. Unique. Fascinating. Other-worldly.”  

Claire shivered at his voice. It was low and soft, mesmerizing, vibrating with emotion.  And his sky blue eyes pierced through her as he spoke, almost at a whisper. “A Sassenach is spritely. And spirited.”  

Claire had never felt such a pull of attraction.  God, was he handsome. And that mop of red hair was dark auburn, and thick with golds. But it was more than his looks that called to her. It was his soul. The soul of him that set her nerves buzzing. He licked his lips. Claire’s breath shuddered.  He gave her that half smile again and said something.  

She shook her head.  “Did you just say “with ears like the wings of an elf”?”  

He shrugged.  

“Elves don’t have wings!” she admonished.

“Scottish ones do.”  

And she lunged at him, only to be caught in a bear hug.  She fake struggled, and he fake pretended she hurt him, and it was really only a way to flirt and touch and they both knew it.  So when she wrapped her arms around his middle and laid her head on his chest, he very naturally brushed his lips across her forehead and hugged her back. And when they parted, it felt like they’d hugged a million times before.

The moment was broken, but not forgotten.

Jamie set to work on his designs while Claire started her laundry.  They made pasta for lunch in an effort to get some weight back on Claire, and Claire ate two bowls.  Jamie took a phone call and when he was finished he noticed Claire had fallen asleep. Good.  Lord knows she needs the rest. He took his spare blanket and covered her on the sofa.

By the time she woke up in the late afternoon her last load was in the washer, Jamie was making pizza, and had pulled out the bottle of red wine he’d taken from the tasting.  And Claire was pleasantly surprised to see that a gentle snow had started falling.  They ate together, lights out, on the leather sofa that Jamie dragged over in front of the window that led to the fire escape.  

With only the street lamps to cast a soft glow into the flat, they talked quietly of their childhoods, and shared stories of how their parents had passed.  Jamie was surprised to hear of Claire’s travels with her Uncle Lamb, the archeologist.  And Claire was surprised to hear of Jamie losing his brother, Willie.  He even showed her the little wooden snake with “Sawny” etched on the back that Willie made him.  She smiled at the nickname.

Hours passed.  

Eventually the black iron of the fire escape turned into an ever changing white sculpture.  And just as slowly, they moved towards each other. Her feet in his lap first, his hand across the back of the sofa, her sitting up to place a head on his shoulder, him stretching a leg so that eventually she was sitting between his legs, her back to his front.  

When she half turned to smile at something he said, the kiss that followed seemed as natural as breathing.

So, my brother translated anime tastes to alcohol tastes

He’s a manager at a specs, so I provided the description of various anime fans and he compared them to the different types of alcohol drinkers. See if you can find yourself!

Hiatus Survivors. The kind of people who stick with a show or manga through years of hiatuses, or back-to-back breaks, like Hunter x Hunter or Fairy Tail

= The people who come in twice every day, usually before and after work, buy a pint (often cheap rum or vodka), pay and leave. Very friendly, keep to themselves. Probably seen some shit.

Entry Level Anime. Naruto, Bleach, Fma. We all start somewhere.

= Bud light. I feel this one is self explanatory XD Those people who come to parties and make a beeline for the beer cooler while their friends get totally plastered on heavier drinks.

Ghibli Movies. May not have a whole lot of knowledge about anime, but mention Howl’s Moving Castle and their eyes light up. Or long-time fans who started with Ghibli, and always hold a special place for it in their hearts.

= Sweet liquor. Think Bailey’s Irish Cream.The sweetness reflects the interactions you’ll have with these kindly souls.

Sports Anime. Heavily emotionally invested in their fictional team, will absolutely refer to every single member as their son. They can survive for years in a desert on nothing but a single look between their ship.

= Boxed Vodka. Need their fix, will settle on just about anything to get it. They have transcended social boundaries. Probably also drinking to forget.

Popular Anime Junkies. For example Attack on Titan, Sword Art Online, etc. The hordes of people who show up at the convention that year dressed as Kirito. 

= Bourbon drinkers. They’re following the Bourbon Boom. The name alone sells it for them, and they can get very elitist despite having little actual knowledge.

Mechas. We’re talking Gundam, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Aldnoah.zero, etc. Love the intense emotional development that comes with these shows, as well as the extremely awesome fight scenes involving two giant robots hitting eachother.

= Sweet Whiskey. You don’t really like the taste of alcohol, but you want to get pumped up.

Romance Novelers. The people who love anything with a romantic plot. Usually heavily invested in school-life shoujos. Play dating games.

= Dessert wines. The people who like sweet drinks. “Where’s the wine that’s basically chocolate?” to quote one woman. Not to be underestimated. Although they act like easygoing suburban moms, they can drink a lesser person into a coma.

Bodyhorror and Psychological Anime. Fans who like a little gore and mental trauma to go with their existential crises. 

= Everclear. Scotch whiskey. They need the strong stuff. Drink like they’re trying to die, but in a classy kind of way. Love to get fucked up.

Anime Elitists. If isn’t subs, you better watch out. Or better yet, REAL fans watch it in the original Japanese. They also think that manga only/ anime only is the way to go. Will probably shame you for liking certain genres, or for being a fan of entry level animes.

= Wine Snobs. You know the ones. Like to feel superior about their extensive knowledge of where the grapes were grown, what year its from, the ability to sense an “oaky undertaste”. Avoid at all costs.

The Classics. Sailor Moon, Astro Boy, Akira. The animation may be aged, but it will always hold beauty in your eyes. An absolute sucker for those old color palettes. Atrocious voice acting does not phase you.

= Gin and tonic. A straightforward alcohol classic, no frills needed. You just can’t go wrong.

Spaceship Anime. Cowboy Bebop, Space Dandy, Outlaw Star. They just love a good romp through space in a beat up but awesome spacecraft. A side order of emotional trauma and philosophical debate is always welcome.

= Rum. They probably first tried it because it sounded cool. It’s the alcohol of pirates, right?? Good luck out drinking them.

Casual Viewers. They like an anime or two, but you’ll never catch them mixed up in fandom drama. They’re pretty chill. Probably a fan of the classics.

= The suburban couple who only came in because they’re entertaining guests. Will joke and laugh with the associate helping them. Don’t know anything about alcohol.

Creepy Dudes With Hygiene Issues. Get way to close to girls at conventions and make them uncomfortable. Probably also an anime elitist. Usually found talking very loudly at an unwilling victim. Can not or will not read body language. Likely to have body odor and a fedora. At every convention.

= Mojito flavored energy drinks. Yes, they exist. They are exactly as gross as they sound.

Special Mention: Jo Jo’s Bizarre Adventure. You guys get your own listing.

= The tequila with the worm in it. I don’t understand your tastes, but I respect and am slightly intimidated by you. 

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You are Mine (For Now, at Least) - funkle my grunkle (nippy96) - Gravity Falls [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Gravity Falls
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Stan Pines/Reader, Grunkle Stan | Stanley “Stanford” Pines/Reader, Stan/Reader, Stanley Pines/Reader
Characters: Grunkle Stan | Stanley “Stanford” Pines
Summary:

You’re a young local bartender, and he’s a sexy old adventurer. You two had been flirting for a while now. It’s a match made in heaven! Fem!dfab!reader x Stan. Fluff, smut, and hopefully a few laughs.

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This is my shameless self-promotion. You can read it on ao3, or right here under the cut!
Here’s my notes: 
Wow, I am terrible at titles! Uhh, so I wanted to make this gender neutral at first (but still dfab, since that’s what im familiar with) buuuuuut I couldn’t think of many decent gender neutral compliments/adjectives.
So, I haven’t written fanfic in like… 3 years? So I’m rusty. But I kind of love the grunkles, so I really wanted to write this. Also, sorry if there are any spelling/grammar mistakes, I finished this up late at night. Please feel free to leave constructive criticisms, especially since I’d like to write something for Ford next time… :D But uh, please enjoy!

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Undercover (Part 2) - (Reader x Avengers)
Word Count: 1600

A/N: Ehhhhh I fcked up. It ended up being serious. But at least it’s fluffy at the end! AND LOOK. PRETTY GIFS.


“How do you not know who this man is, Captain?” Pietro questioned Steve over the radio. “I thought you said you were close.”

“Hey, I’m close to her too you know.” Sam grumbled from his end.

“Boys, calm down.” Natasha smiled at the bartender as she ordered a drink. “I’ve got eyes on her.”

You were currently sitting alone at a table in the restaurant fiddling with your phone. In the romantic light, you looked stunning, though slightly worried. Every now and then you would look around and slump in your seat when you realised your date still hadn’t arrived yet.

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Rooftops

A/N: Someone requested this to me and I forgot to save their message. I’m so sorry to that other person!

Pairing: Reader/Dan

Scale rating: Much Fluffy

Summary: Dan and Y/N reveal their relationship to subscribers. It gets mixed feelings.

You really didn’t understand. You understood that there were lots of Phan shippers out there. You knew Dan and Phil didn’t care about it. You honestly didn’t care either. You knew nothing was going on between the two friends. That was mostly because you and Dan started dating ages ago. You both tried keeping it a secret because you worried about reactions. Every video you did together, every time you hung out, it remained a secret. You felt back lying to your subscribers when they’d done so much for you. Yet, you didn’t know whether they’d accept it or not. Phil said that you two shouldn’t hide your relationship. The dark-haired boy understood the hesitancy, yet thought it was stupid to keep it.

‘It’s like diving into a pool. You won’t know if it’s cold unless you jump in. That’s what my mum says anyways.’

That’s when you both made “Secrets w/ Y/N”. Dan disguised it as a ‘telling secrets’ video. He talked about how he’d broken a vase and blamed it on the family dog. You told people how you’d secretly stolen your teacher’s answer book so you could cheat on a test. The video was filled with embarrassing stories and funny reactions. Then, Dan ended the video with a bombshell. He said he’s secretly dating someone. You acted as if you didn’t know and asked who she was.

“Well, she’s this really amazing girl with (your hair color) and pretty (your eye color). She and I have a lot in common. We hang out a lot and do stuff together all the time. I feel so different when I’m around her. She makes me feel good about myself. I spend less time in the black void that is an existential crisis and more around her. I can tell her anything and she doesn’t judge me,” he said. “I’m pretty happy with her.”

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