like none of the takes looked the same with the colouring

andallwaswell-ish  asked:

Draco dying his hair light blue

Harry can’t stop staring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is blue.

“Harry! Harry? What are you – “

“Malfoy.” Harry answers Hermione without looking away.

Ron pauses midway through a mouth of potato. “What?”

“Malfoy,” Harry explains again, “He – Look what he did.”

Hermione’s eyes remain fixed on Harry. “Don’t you think you need to stop obsessing over him? The war is over. We’re all on the same side.”

“No, look what he did to his hair!” Harry all but shouts. MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE.

Hermione and Ron finally follow Harry’s gaze to the Slytherin table to Draco Malfoy, blue hair and all.

“Bloody hell.”

“That is surprising,” Hermione admits.

“Maybe someone cursed him?” Ron suggests.

“I hope not,” Hermione frowns. “Like he doesn’t have enough to deal with – his mother is being retried this week.”

Harry’s chest constricts. “That’s this week?”

“Yes, Harry. I thought you were the one stalking him?”

“Well he has been sadder than usual. He’s been eating cereal since last Friday which is odd as he almost always goes for – what?” Harry stops at the looks Hermione and Ron are giving him.

Hermione shakes her head. “I was being facetious, Harry. I can’t believe you’re stalking him again.”

“I’m not stalking,” Harry clarifies, focusing his attention solely on Hermione and Ron to prove his point. Which is difficult when MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE. “I’m just observant.”

Hermione smiles wickedly and Harry already knows he’s stuffed before she opens her mouth. “Okay, then what do I usually eat for breakfast?”

Harry tries to eye her plate discreetly but she already has her hand covering it. He desperately tries to remember what she’d been eating only seconds earlier. “Uh….uh…”

“That’s what I thought.”

“I’m not stalking Malfoy,” Harry tries again.

Ron sniggers into his morning omelette. “Sure, mate.”

Hermione rests her head in her hands (revealing her breakfast of poached eggs). “Why don’t you go over there and ask him?”

“Ask him what?”

Hermione closes her eyes in obvious exasperation. “Why his hair is blue.”

“I can’t – “

“Mate, just go,” Interrupts Ron, now with a mouthful of tomato. “You’re going to be like this all day if you don’t.”


Malfoy looks up in surprise as Harry approaches, his cereal spoon hovering above his bowl. “Potter?”

“Malfoy.” Harry nods. He tries not to stare so openly at Malfoy’s hair but…it’s BLUE.

Malfoy drops his spoon and pushes the cereal away. He stares at Harry suspiciously. “Are you lost?”

“No, I – why is your hair blue?” Harry blurts out, unable to hold it in any longer.

One of Malfoy’s hands automatically jumps to his hair, as if he’d forgotten the colour for a moment. After the initial surprise, Malfoy’s turns defensive. “You got a problem with it?” He asks.

“No, not at all. It’s just – never mind. Forget I asked.” What was he thinking? What were Hermione and Ron thinking sending him over here? He turns to leave.

“it’s poetic, Potter.”

Harry turns back to Malfoy. “Poetic?”

Malfoy shrugs, and looks down into his cereal bowl. “I’m feeling blue. I dyed my hair to match. It made sense last night after the second bottle of firewhiskey.”

Harry considers this. “Your mother?” He asks, softly.

“Yes,” Malfoy says into his cereal.

“Do you – I mean, would you – would it help if I came with you?” Oh Merlin, did Harry really just say that?

Malfoy looks up, sharply. “Why would you want to do that?”

Harry feels his cheeks reddening. “Your mother saved my life,” he offers, which is true at least, but only a small part of his real motivation.

“Of course,” Malfoy says with a polite nod. Is Harry reading into it or does he seem…disappointed?

“And you might need…support.”

A small smile plays on the corner of Malfoy’s mouth. “I have friends, Potter.”

“Right, I didn’t mean to say – it’s just – I’d like to be there. For both of you.”

Malfoy tilts his head and looks Harry over with a curious gaze. This only makes Harry blush harder.

“Okay,” Malfoy finally says, “You can come.” He picks up his spoon and returns his attention to his cereal.


Harry can’t stop staring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is green.

“Go ask him, already.”


Malfoy looks up. This time he doesn’t seem surprised. “Potter. What brings you here?”

“You know what.”

Malfoy smirks. “Enlighten me.”

Harry stares at Malfoy’s hair. “Why green?”

Malfoy shrugs. “Just felt like it.”

Harry frowns. He wonders whether Malfoy’s being entirely truthful. “That’s not very poetic,” he points out.

“His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,” Malfoy whispers.

Harry blinks, processing. “What?”

“His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he’s really divine, the hero who conquered the Dark Lord,” Malfoy continues with a shy smile. “Poetic enough for you?”

Harry feels himself blushing again.

“Maybe I should have gone pink to match your face,” Malfoy suggests with a wink. Merlin, Harry might melt.

“You remembered the po – “

“I wrote the poem,” corrects Malfoy.

Harry frowns “But I always thought Ginny – “

Malfoy shakes his head. “Nope.”

“Does that mean you – that you used to – “

Malfoy interrupts with a roll of his eyes. “Like you?”

Harry gulps. “Yeah.”

“I thought that was obvious, Potter.”

Harry feels like his knees might buckle at any moment. This is really happening. He runs a hand through his hair nervously. “And now?” he asks.

Malfoy raises his eyebrows, a playful smirk on his lips. “I thought that was also obvious, Harry.”            

And just to be an infuriating bastard, Malfoy chooses this moment to dust himself off and leave the Great Hall, with one last wink at Harry.

Harry wants to follow but he thinks his legs may have turned into jelly. He has to grip the table tightly just to keep himself standing.


Harry can’t stop staring. Breakfast never stood a chance.  Malfoy’s hair is pink.

He doesn’t even bother to take a seat at his own table, instead heading straight over to the Slytherin side of the Great Hall.

Malfoy watches him as he approaches with a smug smile. “Pot – “

Harry interrupts by leaning down and smashing his mouth onto Malfoy’s, his hands reaching out to finally run through that gorgeous hair. The entire Great Hall is watching and Harry’s face is on fire, but none of that matters, because Draco Malfoy is kissing him back.

And his hair is bloody pink.

If I’m a Saint, Then You’re Heaven

Summary: Phil is less than excited to start his Sex in the Bible course, but he can’t bring himself to regret it when he meets a gorgeous angel dressed in all pink by the name of Dan.
Word Count: 11,068
Warnings: Lots of religious talk, homophobia, physical fight, smut
A/N: Hey guys! I wrote this because I was tired of people writing a religious fic where Phil continuously tries to get Dan to sin. So this came out, where they both respect each other despite their religious differences (With a dash of sex at the end). If you’re uncomfortable reading smut then no worries! It’s easy to tell when they’re going to get it on and it ends at the ’-’ and is very close to the end (: Lastly, special thanks to @insanityplaysfics for betaing this for me and giving me this entire idea! Also thank you @phandommother for helping me out with the idea as well and listening to me rant about it :’)
Title Creds: Cement - Citizen
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Phil didn’t know why he decided to take the class. None of his friends were taking it and it honestly seemed like a lot of shit that Phil didn’t particularly care about, shit that didn’t really help him with his future career in any way. It seemed like a class that had a lot of reading, reading that Phil would probably never do, and let’s be honest, he probably only took the class because it had the word ‘sex’ in the title.

He walked into his Sex in the Bible class five minutes late on his first day.

The teacher didn’t bat an eye. Heads didn’t turn to look at him. Phil just sauntered in and stood at the back of the lecture room with his backpack slung over one shoulder while he scanned the room for a seat. Sometimes he forgot just how uncaring everyone was in university. He could just walk in ten to twenty minutes late and nobody would give a shit. Especially not in a class where there were over one hundred students.

(He didn’t understand why there were so many students in Sex in the Bible. They probably also just took the class because of the word ‘sex’).

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Skincare and Beauty Recommendations

For all you babes, I made a list of my must have stuff to look the best you can go scam an SD

 Body- Lush Ro Argan. This stuff is the bomb. It’s a body conditioner that smells like roses and honey. Smear that good stuff all over you and let it sit for five minutes. Wash it off and your body will be soft and smooth, no other products needed. I’ve used this stuff for five years and every person that gets a whiff of it compliments me. Guys go crazy for this scent, especially in the bed room downtown haha.JUST GET IT! You get a shower and body cream in one! 

Face Cream- Laneige Water Bank Cream. This shit makes my face look like it’s been kissed by an angel. So dewy and soft! I feel like I look much younger when I apply this because it hydrates so well. Perfect to use if you want something that traps the moisture in your face and is lightweight. I’ve noticed the dehydration wrinkles I had around my eyes and mouth have diminished. My makeup goes on like a dream after I apply this. 

 Face- Kojic acid soap. I use this soap for my uneven skin tone and acne spots. I barely wear foundation because it cleared up my clogged pores and hyperpigmenation. Dirt cheap off Amazon. Haven’t had a major breakout since I used this the past 3 years. 

 Perfume- Tom Ford private Collection comes in 12 scents. With mainstream brands, I feel like ALL WOMEN’s FRAGRANCES smell the same and give me a headache. Too sweet, floral, romantic, too much alcohol, etc.Now, this collection ain’t cheap, so, get a sample from your local department store. They give it to you in a cute vial and box and the sales associates are super knowledgeable about scents. THIS STUFF LASTS A LONG TIME! I wear the Tobacco Vanille all year round. Literally, this scent is my confident booster, I smell unique and luxurious! And the scent projects like a beast, so a 4 ML sample will last you cause all thats needed is a small dab for the day!  I used to buy decants off eBay to save £££ until I got me a SD to buy me the 100 ML hehe.

 Sunscreen- Elta SPF 40. This stuff is the best sunscreen on the market and all the dermatologists I’ve seen recommended it. No white cast and absorbs into skin fast, it’s also super moisturizing! 

 Hair- Bumble Bee Invisible Oil. If you have frizzy, dry, damaged, natural, thick hair, this SHIT IS THE BOMB. This is the only product that works on my hair when I wear it curly and straighten it. It does the job, smells great, and my hair looks so glossy and healthy….best of all it doesn’t weight my hair down or feel greasy. 

 Mascara- Lacome Hypnose is the only thing I use on my lashes in the past six years. I will NEVER STRAY from Lacome’s mascara products. It makes my eyes look amazing and it’s easy to take off at night. Don’t like the other brands like Benefit or Too Faced which are hard to remove at night.

 Makeup Remover- Clinique Take Off the Day Balm. Your makeup literally will melt off when you wash your face with this! I used so many different brands from wipes to oil to alcohol and none of them worked as well as this. 

 Lipstick- Nars Velvet Lip Pencil in Bahama is the best nude/rosy color out there for all girls IMO. I use the Train Bleu colour (quite vampy) when going out at night and always got compliments! Because it’s a jumbo pencil lippy, you can line your lips easily and fill it in! Lasts all night! Taylor Swift uses their Dragon Girl  shade as her signature red colour according to the makeup artist that showed me.! Best secret lippies around!

 Foundation- Giorgio Armani Luminous Silk is a game changer. My skin looks radiant, dewy, and natural which no other foundation has given me. Everyone raves about it and I wish I listened earlier and quit wasting my money at MAC and Estee Lauder.

Concealer- Nars Creamy Radiant Concealer- If you don’t like wearing foundation, this concealer is all you need then. It hides my dark eye circles and any redness on my face like a PRO. Comes with a wand so you don’t need to use anything else when applying it!

dating draco but being in different houses would include...
  • him thinking you look cute in your house colours
  • “give us a twirl, babe?”
  • “what? why?”
  • “you just always look so good in y/h/c.”
  • him giving you gifts in your house colours
  • him talking about your house more than you
  • your favourite colour is green because of him
  • and his favourite is y/h/c because of you
  • him secretly being ok with you not being in slytherin because he thinks you’re too sweet and kind-hearted
  • but he also really likes the idea of you in a slytherin uniform
  • you always sitting with him at the slytherin table for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
  • and holding hands under the table
  • and snape being ok with it
  • but everyone who isn’t friends with you and draco doesn’t like it
  • you being such a proud y/h, and draco loves that about you
  • him sneaking into your common room in the middle of the night to cuddle with you and make up for the time you didn’t get to spend with each other earlier in the day
  • and this happens every night
  • having a secret knock so you know it’s him
  • holding his face and kissing him at the door every time he comes in
  • “i like it here, it’s a lot nicer than our common room.”
  • “why’s that?”
  • “…you’re in it.”
  • and draco insisting that you never try and sneak into the slytherin common room because he’d rather him get caught than you
  • you both secretly wishing you were in the same house so you could be in the same common room without having to sneak around
  • snape knows but doesn’t say anything because he secretly thinks it’s really sweet
  • but one time he gets caught by mcgonagall and you spend all night waiting for him to show up
  • and he feels super super bad about it but you assure him that it’s completely fine and understandable
  • some of the slytherin girls that like draco use your house to make fun of you out of jealousy
  • but draco shows them and you that it doesn’t matter what house you’re in because he loves you no matter what
  • “y/n, babe, you know it literally means nothing to me as to what house you’re in. i love you so much, please stop worrying about it.”
  • and he knowingly kisses you in front of all the jealous girls
  • and none of the boys who like you in your house even think to look at draco because they’re scared of him
  • thinking about him whenever you see something with colours similar to slytherin
  • you sometimes wearing his slytherin robes because you know he likes it
  • and you like it too
  • “i mean, it’s a little big on me, but i think it looks good. what do you think?”
  • “are you wearing my robe… and tie?”
  • “sorry, you want me to take them off…?”
  • “for merlin’s sake, no.”
  • him cheering you and your house on for quidditch matches
  • and you doing the same for him and slytherin
  • both of you getting disapproving looks from your house mates when you do it
  • but you don’t care
  • as he’s the slytherin prince, you’re known as the y/h princess
  • both being the best of friends since first year even though most people didn’t like it
  • when you first started going out everyone thought it wouldn’t last, the main reason being you’re in different houses
  • but you’ve been together so long it actually made other students more confident to be in relationships with people from other houses
  • “dray, see that cute hufflepuff-slytherin couple holding hands over there? they came up to me earlier and wanted to thank us for giving them the confidence to tell their friends they’re together. isn’t that lovely?”
  • “not as lovely as you.”
  • him remembering how happy you were when you were sorted into your house
  • both of you finding it silly that eveyone makes such a big deal out of it
  • but it makes a good joke from time to time
  • the other two houses that have nothing to do with either of you are sick of hearing about you
  • all of draco’s friends thinking you’re really chill
  • and, as well as him, they don’t care that you’re in y/h
  • you prefering his slytherin friends to your few y/h friends
  • blaise teasing draco by saying you’re a ‘slytherin at heart’
  • but you don’t mind it because you have a secret love and fascination with the house
  • but blaise goes on to ask draco ‘what’s it like to f**k a y/h’
  • “it’s… just… shut up, blaise.”
  • you secretly wanting him to answer
  • “no, draco, what’s it like?”
  • you wearing his green scarf in public
  • mainly because he wanted everyone to know you were together
  • you feeling bad for him because of the slytherin stereotype, because he seems really mean and spiteful to everyone else, but to you he’s the sweetest, loveliest and most generous person ever
  • you always reassuring him that being in slytherin is a good thing
  • because it is
  • being the only person in your friendship group who’s not in slytherin
  • you joking around and using his house traits to flirt with him
  • “quite the bad boy, aren’t you, malfoy?
  • “you certainly know what you want, don’t you, draco?
  • “going to show your ambition and kiss me, or what?
  • “you slick, cunning, little flirt, draco malfoy.”
  • playing on it even more
  • “100 points to slytherin for draco malfoy being the cutest boyfriend ever.”
  • “10 points to y/h for trying, y/n.”
  • “50 points from slytherin for that remark.”
  • and when he kisses you
  • “1000 points to slytherin…”
Punish me (Smut)
I did a thing. I figured it to be best if this was EXO member optional, since with this storyline you could end up with any EXO member really. God forgive me for I have sinned. 

Pairing: EXO member x Reader (You will have to choose one at a certain point, or read it nine times)

Genre: Smut

Edit: Apparently the first part can be classified under ‘humour’. My sister read this and she was laughing her ass off? I did not intend for this to happen but yeah… If it’s the same for you, enjoy.

Word count: 4670 words

Warning: Phone sex, Oral sex, explicit language.

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“No, I’m not a free phone sex service!” I shout annoyed through my mobile and immediately cut the call, throwing my mobile onto the kitchen counter. Once, just once, I had been spotted in public with the members of EXO and that was the result; forty calls a day that begin with either “What are you wearing?” or “Tell me how wet you are”.

My mother is the fixed cleaning lady for the Exo dorm, but she broke her leg a few weeks ago. In agreement with SM, I replace her until she gets better. It is summer holiday and that way I don’t need to search for a summer job.

The guys from EXO are my age, so of course the relationship between EXO and me is different than the relationship my mom has with them. Whilst my mom is more a motherly figure, I am more of a friend. That’s why a few days ago, they asked me to go out for dinner with them.

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Like you mean it 😘

Thank you, @cuppa-tea-eh for that prompt! :) It was so much fun! (and whenever ‘it was fun’ it turns into… well, 3k this time. Whoops!) I also posted it on AO3 if you prefer to read it there… :)


Cho Chang. Cho Chang? Really? Cho. Chang!!

“Draco, are you alright?” Pansy was waving a hand in front of his face, scrutinising him intently. She looked worried.

“Cho Chang,” Draco muttered for the umpteenth time. Pansy sighed, letting her hand drop to her side and leaning away again.

“Yes, Draco, Cho Chang. But she said no. She’s already going with someone else.”

Draco couldn’t help but sneer. Thank Merlin Chang was already going out with Diggory! But Potter seemed to fancy her nonetheless. Draco had caught him staring at the Ravenclaw in the Great Hall several times. It made him want to dump his porridge on Potter’s head.

When he saw Potter the next day, he noticed how tense his shoulders looked, how he was walking with his head bowed. Draco would have liked nothing more than to go over there and end Potter’s misery. There were only a few minor problems. Draco had a reputation to uphold. He couldn’t just walk over there and ask him to the Yule Ball. Besides, Potter didn’t even like him.

The more Draco thought about the impossibility of ever being with the stupid Gryffindor, the angrier he got. As he watched Potter cross the courtyard, he acted on impulse. He scooped up a handful of snow and threw it with as much force as he could. It hit Potter right in the back of his head.

“Ow!” He whirled around and narrowed his eyes when he saw Draco sneering at him.

“Potter!” Draco didn’t even have to force his voice to sound gleeful, it was an automatism. “Could you be any more pathetic?” He approached Potter with a smart pace, flashing his ‘Potter stinks’ badge before he came to a halt in front of him. “How does it feel, Potter, to realise you’re not everybody’s darling?” He cackled scornfully, jutting his chin forward. “The Boy Who Lived… can’t even find a date for the Yule Ball.”

Potter glowered at him and Draco felt almost embarrassed about how much he was enjoying it.

“Oh, because everybody is begging you to go with them?” Potter said in a mocking tone. Draco straightened himself, attempting to look as superior as possible.

“Unlike you, I get to pick and choose amongst my devoted admirers.”

Draco scowled when Potter snorted.

“Right. The one devoted admirer being Pansy Parkinson. And you call me pathetic.”

Draco struggled to keep his composure. But he wouldn’t let Potter win.

“Should I build you a snowwoman, so you won’t end up alone after all? At least she’d have as much charisma as you.”

“Don’t bother, Malfoy,” Potter said gruffly. “Worry about yourself. I bet you can’t find someone other than Pansy who’d want to go with you.”

Draco felt his cheeks burn up. He didn’t want to go with Pansy but had already made his peace with it, seeing as the person he really wanted to go with wasn’t an option.

“I already told you, I have lots of choices,” Draco fumed. It was an outright lie and he suspected Potter knew it. The Gryffindor crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave Draco a speculative glance.

“Alright, let’s make a bet then.”

Draco pressed his lips together to keep himself from gaping. He squared his shoulders and forced himself to smirk.

“Sure. But if- I mean when I turn up with my date, who won’t be Pansy, you’ll kneel in front of me and kiss my hand.” Draco chuckled inwardly.

“What? I won’t be kneeling-”

“Scared you’ll lose, Potter?” Draco said tauntingly. Potter gritted his teeth.

“Fine! Since you seem to be so sure of yourself, I’ll make it easy for you. If I win, you’ll kiss your date in front of everyone! Like you mean it.”

Draco bit his lip. Potter wasn’t playing fair. He knew Pansy had a thing for Draco and she would kill him if he went to the ball with somebody else and kissed them right in front of her. But he couldn’t back down now.

“You’ve got yourself a bet, Potter,” he growled and stalked off to the Slytherin common room. What had he gotten himself into? This was bound to end badly. He knew it from the second he had agreed to this stupid bet and was proven right again when he talked to Pansy.

“What do you mean, you can’t go to the ball with me?” she screeched. Draco sighed.

“I made a bet with Potter,” he said, plopping down in an armchair.

“And that bet excludes me as your date?” She was probably going to start throwing things any second now.

“It does,” Draco replied. “Just ask Blaise or something.” It was obviously the wrong thing to say. Pansy’s face was red and blotchy, her nostrils were flared and her eyes look murderous.

“I will kill Potter for this,” she yelled and stormed off into her dorm. Draco let his head fall back and tried not to think about how Pansy would react if he actually had to kiss someone in front of her. Like you mean it. Potter’s words echoed in his head. That would be a tough sell. The only person he could imagine kissing in earnest was the one he’d had to beat in this stupid bet.


Draco looked around the Great Hall and wrinkled his nose. Finding a date to the Yule Ball had turned out harder than he had anticipated. Every single person he had asked was already taken, or at least they said they were, and time was running out fast. The stupid ball was tomorrow. His only consolation was that Potter didn’t seem to have had much luck either.

He didn’t know why he did it, what idiocy drove him to provoke Potter further, but when Potions class was over, he strode over to the Gryffindor and casually leaned his hip against his desk.

“Time’s almost up, Potter. We can do a test run if you like, to familiarise your knees to being bent.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Granger and Weasley blinking at him.

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Potter said, standing up. “You on the other hand should probably take better care of these.” Without warning, Potter’s thumb was brushing Draco’s lower lip. “They look a bit chapped. Wouldn’t want your date to cut themselves on your lip.”

Draco could only watch Potter and his friends, who were still gaping at Draco, leave the classroom while he stood there, dumbfounded and rooted to the spot. His heart was about to jump out his chest and his legs felt like he had been hit with the Jelly-Legs-Jinx.

He was still slightly swaying when he found Blaise in the library.

“Got a date yet?” he asked, putting down his quill. Draco groaned.

“No. And Potter is driving me insane!”

“Honestly, you should just ask him to be your date and be done with it,” Blaise suggested.

“You’re very helpful,” Draco barked.

“Seriously, Draco, I swear to Salazar, if you don’t do anything about it and I have to endure you talking about him every waking minute until we finish school, I will throw myself into the Great Lake.”

“You know very well I can’t do anything about it,” Draco huffed. “And I do not talk about him that much.”

Blaise gave him an exasperated look and sighed.

“Why do you even like him?”

Draco frowned.

“How should I know? I just… do.”

Shaking his head, Blaise took his quill and stuffed it into his bag.

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this is my @aftgexchange gift for @sirandking i’m not sure if this is quite what u were hoping for n it’s messy but idk i kinda like it 

tw for mentions of alcohol as a coping mechanism, as well as super brief blink-and-you-miss-it mentions of riko, drugs and self-harm

ao3 link


“That sweater is new,” Kevin comments as he seats himself in the beanbag next to Andrew’s, passing over a mug of coffee as he does so. It’s a small, meaningless comment - the kind of small talk they both collectively despise - but it’s something, and since the death of Riko, Kevin’s found that there are not really any other threads connecting the two of them. Silence has panned out between them for weeks. He tells himself he’s irritated by it because it’s bad for the team’s dynamics - a rapport with your teammates is essential for a successful team. He won’t admit that Andrew is probably the closest thing to a friend Kevin has around here, except for maybe Neil.

He doesn’t expect his comment to be dignified with a response; he knows Andrew well enough to know to expect perhaps a nod of acknowledgement, or a stony look his way, questioning and judging his observation. Nevertheless, the silence makes him ever-so-slightly self-conscious, so as his eyes catch the way the sleeves fall over Andrew’s hands, he tacks on a lousy “–and too big for you.”

Andrew Minyard has always been best at defying expectations.

“It’s not mine,” he responds coolly, devoid of emotion or even acknowledgment, eyes still trained on the contents of his mug as he mutters, as though talking to no one.

It’s an easy enough admittance, casual and shameless, yet it still manages to leave Kevin embarrassingly taken aback. He knows, realistically, that he probably has the best insight into the relationship between Andrew and Neil than any other outsider, however he’s still never quite got it. The logical part of his brain tells him it shouldn’t work - two people both so shattered and fiery, like shards of broken glass, in such close proximity can only end in further shattering, as far as he’s aware. And flames. It’s concerning, something with so much power, with so many sparks - just one wrong move could become a savage wildfire that burns his team down to nothing more than ashes. It’s risky and dangerous and stupid and he hates it, is terrified of it, but this admittance that comes so easily changes something in him.

Because something about the idea of Andrew Minyard curled into a beanbag with a cup of coffee and his boyfriend ’s (and isn’t that in itself another unexpected and ever-so-slightly strange thing to wrap his head around) sweater on feels less like untamed sparks and more like a candle light. And that’s much more soothing than terrifying, even if it is still a little strange to him.  

Perhaps trying to understand this would be a good idea, he concludes. So he asks “When did all this start for you anyway?” waving a hand conspiratorially to punctuate the question. And this time he’s almost convinced he’ll be ignored, or delivered a vague, meaningless answer as a result of the unspecific question, but the furrow of Andrew’s brow as he lifts his gaze up to Kevin’s tells him otherwise. It’s a strange, uncharted territory.

“February.”

“You liked him before then,” Kevin suddenly finds himself accusing before he can stop himself, still processing this new information, whilst considering every sign he could remember, the most poignant being the way Andrew did things for nobody but Neil. Could only have his arm twisted by Neil. Had always drifted towards Neil, had never raised a knife to Neil, had always been straight with admittances to Neil; Neil, Neil, Neil was the exception to every rule of the Andrew Minyard handbook, the one Kevin had studied meticulously and still never found a loophole in. He finds himself itching to know more.

“I hate him.” Andrew deadpans, a reflex at this point, and if Kevin was anyone else, he’d have furrowed his brow, wrinkled up his nose, frowned and found himself reprimanding Andrew, but he’s not anyone else, so he smirks instead, because he thinks he’s finally starting to understand how Andrew works, and this kind of understanding is as scintillating as it is spine-chilling, like watching a horror film, driving past a car crash or finding a spider in your room - the kind of fear that keeps you captivated, unable to tear your eyes away from it even when you know it’s awful, and you shouldn’t, and if this is what Andrew feels around Neil, no wonder he hates him. Andrew has never enjoyed feeling, as far as Kevin knows, and something so intense and contradictory, something that can’t be calculated and analysed can only be devastating.

The words “I know,” feel foreign and awkward on his tongue, his body tense as they slip out and it all multiplies when Andrew’s blank stare shifts from the mug he warms his hands on to Kevin’s face. “Why him?” he eggs on, trying to coax something out of Andrew, whether it be more answers and information, something to help him understand, or just a reaction, something to put the world back in order and dissolve the itchy curiosity and mere residue of fear that has settled on his skin.

Andrew ignores it entirely. “You’ve reached your daily quota of questions you can ask me for free.” He pauses, as though considering something for a moment, before finally deciding against whatever it is and dismissing Kevin with a curt “You can go now.”

Kevin goes.


The next time Kevin sees Andrew, it’s because he’s paused the exy game on his laptop and emerged from his room for the first time in hours after smelling something divine. He is greeted with the sight of an unholy amount of Indian food scattered across the table, and isn’t sure whether he wants to kiss Andrew (if he was not in a relationship, if Andrew was not in a relationship, if either of them were in any way attracted to each other and if he had a death wish - none of which are even remotely true) or kill him, because really , this is not how future professional athletes should eat, but he can hear Jean’s voice in his head telling him to relax, to loosen the tight leash of control he has over his life in order for total success, thus he reluctantly picks up the spare fork left on the side and a tub of something orange, before sitting on the other end of

the sofa to Andrew.

“Nicky and Aaron will be here soon,” Andrew states at the exact same time that Kevin asks “Where’s Neil?”, changing his course of action to start Kevin down instead.

There’s a handful of new mottled bruises adorning his face from who knows where, and a nasty looking cut beneath his eye that he’s certain Aaron will fuss over later, much to Andrew’s dismay, and for a moment he considers asking if he’s okay,  before swiftly realising what a stupid idea that is and dismissing it completely as Andrew opens his mouth again.

“I’m not his keeper.”

“I know.” Again. Andrew sighs.

“Did I or did I not tell you that you have asked as many free questions as you are permitted to today?” This time, as Andrew snaps, Kevin hears it.

“Free?” he asks around a mouthful of rice, swallowing hastily before he continues. “So if I give you something, I can ask more?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but Andrew grants him a small nod anyway. “Neil and I have - had - a thing.” Kevin agonisingly anticipates his next words as Andrew scoops up another mouthful of food. Static silence stretches out between them until he swallows again. “Truth for truth. For everything you ask me, I ask you something.”

“Deal.”

“It’s my turn.” His gaze shoots skywards, face contorting in mock-thought. “Why are you so interested?”

“In?”

He rolls his eyes. “Do I have to spell it out?” is punctuated with a sigh. “Me and Neil.”

“I don’t understand it,” is all Kevin replies, because, really, he’s not all too sure.

“Understand what?”

“Any of it. It’s a lot to process.” Andrew nods as Kevin finishes, despite the answer being indisputably lame.

“It’s your turn.”

“Why him?” falls out of Kevin’s mouth again like a reflex. He watches as Andrew’s blank expression twitches and his eyes shut for a second in something akin to stoicism.

“He’s interesting.” Kevin knows how much that means from a perpetually bored man.

“He’s kind of messed up,” he replies hesitantly, though there’s really no “kind of,” - there’s not doubt that Neil’s messed up - and he isn’t sure whether his words are a challenge or a disagreement.

There’s something almost wistful in Andrew’s eyes. “Exactly.”

Kevin gets that, too. The reason things have always worked with Thea, even when others told him, told both of them , that they shouldn’t, is because she always got it. She knew what it was like to be a Raven, she knew the complicated relationship he had with Riko and the Moriyamas, she never judged, never told him his reactions were gratuitous or invalid, she just understood .

Understanding, true understanding, is unparalleled in rarity, and perhaps the most coveted trait of all.

“Why alcohol?” interrupts Kevin from his thoughts, and it takes him a moment longer than it should to process that it’s Andrew’s turn again.

“What?” Kevin asks, wrinkling up his face.

“You could have any coping mechanism you wanted: drugs, self-harm, running yourself to the bone, food addiction, therapy, adult colouring books…” he lists off, his eyes infinitesimally lighter than usual, and Kevin resists the urge to roll his eyes, because of course the only person who can amuse Andrew Minyard is Andrew Minyard. “Why alcohol?” he repeats.

“It’s the only thing that can make me forget.”

“There are drugs that could do that much easier,” Andrew replies, but there are lines in his forehead as he tacks on “probably.”

“After Seth and Aaron,” Kevin responds cautiously, “and you – cracker dust is the worst I swore I’d ever do. And that–” he pauses again, mind casting him back to nights at Eden, panic attacks in toilet stalls and the burn in his throat that leaves his brain null and void of all things Evermore. “–It’s not enough on its own.”

“It’s weak. And unhealthy.”

“I know.” He replies, and there’s something cold and cumbersome building up at the pit of his stomach as the topic is stretched out like an elastic band, millimetres away from snapping or closing back in on itself, so he tries his hardest not to trip over words as they stumble out of his mouth. “It’s my turn again. How does it work - you and him - after everything? Your past. How do you–”

“No.” Andrew cuts him off, fists clenching tighter around the cutlery in his hands. “You don’t get to ask that. Something else.”

Kevin doesn’t say sorry, but his face does, even if there’s something about pulling a reaction out of Andrew that sets his nerves on fire. “What are you scared of?”

Andrew blinks at him once, empty composure regained. “Heights.”

Kevin’s face wrinkles up. How can a man who has spent so long mocking Kevin for his fears of the Moriyamas, of the Ravens, of death , be afraid of something so trivial, something that is a fear of death, in a way, in itself. “I thought you said you weren’t afraid of death.”

“I’m not.” Andrew replies, a hint of a sneer on his face as he adds “And I hate that word.”

“Afraid?” Kevin asks, shrugging when Andrew nods. “If you’re not afraid of death, what is it about heights that you’re scared of?”

“Falling.” Andrew replies hollowly, and Kevin’s about to ask more, about to ask about how he can go to a rooftop so often with Neil - does Neil know? - when the conversation is interrupted by the sound of a key in the lock, and the two boys shift around just in time to watch a drenched Neil, looking like he’s just taken a fully-clothed shower, stumble through the door, flanked by Dan and Allison, both also varying levels of waterlogged.

As the girls immediately make their way over to the excess of food lying on the table, eyes wide and begging Andrew and Kevin to let them have some, Neil slides effortlessly into the space between them and turns to Andrew, who tentatively reaches out towards him and ruffles a hand through his hair, watching as Neil slides his soiled jacket off and finally wiping his now wet hand on Neil’s shirt to dry it.

The sides of Neil’s mouth twitch and Kevin battles with the urge to turn away, to leave.

“There’s enough food there to feed a small army,” Neil mutters, low enough that the words were really meant only for Andrew, and softer than Kevin’s ever heard. It’s more than slightly disconcerting.

“You’re a small army,” Andrew retorts, only Neil must be hearing something else completely in that, because next thing he knows, Neil’s turned around to face the girls who are still fawning over the makeshift banquet.

“Invite the rest of the team and you can help yourselves,” he states, watching with eyes showing something reminiscent of fondness as Allison immediately pulls her phone out and Dan digs through their drawers for extra cutlery.

Neil turns back to Andrew, the ghost of a smile hanging from his mouth fading after a second, face wrinkling up.

“Isn’t that sweater mine?”

Kevin’s mind may say “Disgusting,” but he can feel the sides of his mouth quirk upwards as he finds Andrew’s face encrusted with crumbs of fear like he’s tumbling, freefalling, into an abyss.

anonymous asked:

Are you taking prompts? If not, no worries! You're amazing and I love you! If so, how would Andrew respond if, in the future and he and Neil are on the same team, if, maybe after a game they won, a huge upset kind of win, the fans riot on their way to the bus in an echo of when Neil went missing back in college?

ily too and i’m totally not taking prompts but also i love this idea, so

Andrew has plenty of reasons to hate the entire state of California, and none of them have anything to do with LA’s Exy team.

The same can’t be said for the rest of the team, who to a man despise the Tricksters. That’s partly because they play dirty, but also because it’s very hard to beat them even when the Rebels sink to the same level.

Hard, yes. But not impossible. Their latest gam ends in a shootout with Andrew in goal, and maybe he wouldn’t usually care but he’s spent too much time watching Trickster backliners crushing the Rebel offensive line into the walls tonight. Mostly he wants to keep this short, but also he wants the Tricksters to lose.

Neil, who still has blood on his face and is beginning to favour one ankle, looks to Andrew and grins before he slams their first shot home right over the Trickster goalkeeper’s left shoulder.

Andrew might be walking on the fine edge of anger, but the rest of his team has already stepped off of it.

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A NIGHT TO REMEMBER | NAMJOON VERSION

WORD COUNT: 7K

What started out as a fun and easy way to pay off your college debts eventually meant living with a man who’s name you did not speak. To others, he was Kim Namjoon — the owner of several multi-billion dollar companies with a cold personality and a yearn for perfection. To you, he was that very same man, cold and distant, except you were strictly instructed to call him one thing and one thing only.

Daddy.

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, dom!namjoon + sub!reader, daddy kink, oral sex, fingering + strong language

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

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I Think I’m Dying

1964

Sirius had woken up to a coughing fit that made his lungs ache and his throat burn. Regulus was still snoring softly from the other side of the room and Sirius made sure not to be too loud as he slipped out of bed and closed the door softly behind him.

He knew he wasn’t allowed into the study when his mother was working but he hadn’t known what else to do - he’d already lingered at the top of the stairs for an hour, trying to get his mother’s attention without having to actually go downstairs but she’d just ignored him. Sirius pushed open the study door with some effort, tears streaming down his face, chest tight, tiny hands pulling and worrying the ends of his nightshirt. Walburga was leant over the desk, quill scratching on the paper in her manicured grip.

“What is it?” she snapped, turning sharp grey eyes to glare at him, “You know you’re not allowed down here.” Sirius recoiled slightly, his bottom lip quivering. His face was starting to feel heavy and sticky with tears.   

“Mumma,” he whined, “My throat is all hurty and I can’t stop coughing.” He paused for a moment to meet his mother’s eyes, “I think I’m dying.” Walburga curled her lip disdainfully at him, setting the quill aside to cross her arms over her chest.

“Don’t be absurd, you’re not dying now go back to bed and stop being a nuisance!” Sirius hesitated, he had wanted a hug, a smile, anything to make him feel a little better. He balled his hands into fists by his sides, his lip trembling. Walburga pushed away from the desk so suddenly that it rattled against the wall and Sirius almost fell as she strode towards him, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him out of the room back towards the staircase. Kreacher glared coldly at him as they passed the kitchen doorway. Sirius struggled to keep up as his mother marched him up the stairs, stumbling a few times, depositing him in front of his bedroom door without so much as a backwards glance.

“Stupid boy - it’s a wonder I had children at all.” Sirius sat in the doorway of his room and cried. He screamed and he yelled and pounded his tiny fists onto the floor but his mother didn’t come back and, eventually, he fell asleep on the landing curled up in a ball.

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1971

Sirius loved being at school - the castle was everything Grimmauld Place wasn’t, it was loud and colourful and welcoming. He’d already made friends with three of the boys in his house: Peter Pettigrew, a shy blonde boy with big round eyes and a nervous smile; James Potter, who was becoming more and more like the brother Sirius wished he had - James was brave and funny and just as up for causing trouble as Sirius was; Remus Lupin often tried to stop them from going quite so over the top with their pranks but Sirius could usually talk him round. Remus was taller than any of them, with long spindly legs and light brown curls that dipped into his eyes constantly and lots of faded scars that marked his cheeks.   

A week into his first term at Hogwarts, Sirius got ill. He’d woken up one morning with his throat closed up and his skin cold and clammy. Determined not to let it ruin the flying lesson scheduled for that afternoon, he’d sucked it up and gone to breakfast with his friends. The Great Hall was filled with the delicious smells of the usual Hogwarts feasts but they just made Sirius want to be sick. He faceplanted the table groaning softly.

“I think I’m dying.” He mumbled to himself. James, who had just been about to launch a spoonful of jam at a totally oblivious Peter on the other side of the table, paused mid catapult.

“Sirius? You alright mate?”

“‘M fine” he mumbled, “I’ll still be able to go flying.” They were probably just worried they wouldn’t be able to go, he thought. Someone touched his shoulder and Sirius slowly raised his head to see all three of his friends peering at him in concern. Remus’ hand hovering above his arm.

“Never mind flying, you’re almost the same shade as Nearly Headless Nick, do you feel alright?” Sirius only blinked at them. Remus looked worried. They all did. But they couldn’t be worried about him, more likely they were annoyed that they wouldn’t be able to go to Ogg’s flying lesson. They’d all been really looking forward to it after they’d seen the Gryffindor team on their way to practice on their second day. Looking at his friends staring back at him, Sirius couldn’t bring himself to lie to them.

“I feel like my stomach is about to jump up my throat and I haven’t been able to breathe properly since I woke up.” He waited for the sighs and the angry muttering and the mumbled ‘stop being so selfish’ that he was used to but none came. Instead James stuck his hand in the air, calling over Professor McGonagall. Remus leant forward again and placed a cool hand on Sirius’ forehead.

“What is it Mr. Potter?” McGonagall asked, peering down at Sirius who struggled not to let his head drop back onto the table top.

“Sirius isn’t feeling very well, can he go back to the dorm?” McGonagall nodded after a moment.

“Of course, he looks dreadful. You’d better go with him Potter. You too Mr Lupin, Mr Pettigrew. Make sure he doesn’t fall up the stairs.” James grinned up at her with a mock salute and ran from the room. Remus took one of Sirius’ arms in his and started guiding him from the Great Hall.

“Why didn’t you say anything Sirius?” He asked quietly. Sirius shrugged.

“At home no one really cared… most of the time they just told me to get over it so I uh, I just assumed it’d be the same here.” Remus gave a long suffering sigh as they reached the Gryffindor tower.

“Don’t be daft Sirius, you can’t help it if you’re ill and of course we care about you. You’re our friend.” Remus turned to say the password, leaving Sirius to try not to betray the fact that even though Remus had stated it like it was completely obvious, no one had ever told Sirius that it was okay to be ill. As they walked through the empty common room and up the stairs to the dorm room Sirius could hear James stumbling around.

“Sirius!” James bounded to a stop in front of them as they pushed open the door, taking Sirius’ arm and yanking him away from Remus and further into the room. “So I moved your bed away from the window so you wouldn’t get cold and I took the blankets off of my bed so you’d be really cosy and- where’s Peter?” Remus left the dorm to look and James pushed Sirius down onto his bed and pushed and pulled at the covers until he was tucked in, eyelids drooping with the soft warmth of an extra blanket.   

A loud clattering on the staircase made his eyes jerk open again to see Peter and Remus returning to the room, both with arms full of food from the breakfast table.

“I didn’t know what you wanted,” Peter said breathlessly, dropping the food onto Sirius’ bedside table, “so I brought you everything I could carry… though, I may have dropped a few of the sausages…” Remus deposited even more food onto the trunk at the foot of the bed before glancing at the clock.

“We should get going or we’ll be late.” James wrapped an arm around Sirius’ head, pulling it into his lap and draping his body over Sirius dramatically.

“But if we leave him alone he could die, Remus, die!” He shrugged one shoulder. “We’ll have to skip all of our lessons to look after him. Won’t we Sirius.” Sirius couldn’t see anything through James’ arms.

“Can’t… breathe… James!” James let go and Sirius relaxed back against the pillows, a slow grin spreading over his face.

“Oops, sorry mate.”

“Remus is right James, we have to go! I don’t fancy being late for potions… a detention with Slughorn would just be listening to him talk for hours.” James got off the bed pouting.

“Fine,” he whined, craning his head back over his shoulder to wave at Sirius, “we’ll come see ya later so hurry and get better.” Sirius listened to them as they left the dorm before letting his eyes drift shut, happier than he could ever remember being.

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wednesdays at three thirty

a late bday fic for @jamesandlilyaredead​ <3 (9445 words, read on ao3)

Everyone sees the world in black and white until they meet their soulmate. But James works in a coffee shop, and every time he sees colour there’s an annoying customer there too (AKA a coffee shop and soulmate au fic in one because i have no chill).

“One frozen mocha to go!”

It’s second nature to him now, as quick and easy as breathing. In one swift movement, James grabs hold of the milk carton, ready to pour it into the blender. He hears the door to the cafe open, a chilly breeze ruthlessly following a handful of students who scrabble inside as it begins to rain.

It’s then that it happens. The milk drops to the floor as he stares, perplexed, at the colour of his hand. It’s like the weight of an avalanche crumbles on top of him, an invisible weight pressing hard on his shoulders. Before he even realises, his legs are like jelly and he’s falling.

“James? Are you alright?” a voice asks. 

He feels a hand pressed against his back, the sound of someone’s concerned voice muffled against his ear. He tries to say something, but all he can manage is an intense gasp for air as his legs shake once more.

He can see.

Not that he couldn’t before… but he can see

Colours are everywhere, blinding and intense. They’re beautiful, so vibrant that it’s making his head spin.

He’s staring at white tiles, chestnut coloured cabinets. It feels like he’s on fire and, more than anything, he wishes he could stand, to just look around the place to see who is making him like this.

Of course, he’s read the stories like everyone else. Lullabies that dated back long before they even had a name. Fairy-tales of people who, like everyone else, saw the world in a lens, the colour of life squeezed out. There was only one person who could help to retrieve that colour back into your life.

A soulmate.

James blinks, his heart now slowing to a calm, even beat. He breathes in deeply, relishing the peaceful feeling that washes over him. The owner of the hand speaks again and rubs the place between his shoulder blades tentatively, asking if he needs an ambulance.

He shakes his head, finally looking up at Remus.

“Can you stand?” Remus asks, taking hold of James’ shaking hand and pulling him to his feet. He wobbles for a split second and reaches out to grasp hold of the counter with both arms. His fingers grip onto the support for dear life.

Who?

He swallows, a nauseating bubble rippling throughout his intestines and threatening to shoot up his throat. He breathes in, counting to ten. Slow and easy, he finally manages to pull his eyes away from the wooden counter and cautiously glances around cafe.

The colours are dazzling; blues, reds, greens, all different shades and intensities. They’re all so vivid and intense that it feels like the ground’s shaking beneath him. The place is heaving with students, all wet due to the unexpected stormy April shower and James tries to look at as many as he can, searching desperately for someone who seems just as unsettled and surprised as him.

Everyone seems normal. How can that be? Colour’s just flown into every crevice of their being… and they don’t care?

There are too many voices, people ordering, grabbing their coffees and other beverages and talking aimlessly with one another. Amidst the chatter and the whirring noises from the coffee machines, the sound of the door opening reaches his ears. A freezing wind enters, the chilly kind that makes the hairs on his arms stand up on edge.

And then, just like that, his world is drained of colour. 

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A quick drabble (mostly dialogue) of how Milo and Melissa met Zack on the Hogwarts Express, on their first year at the School. The actual stories I have take place when they’re all 13, but I’ll have some one-shots about Milo’s life leading up to his first day of school. This AU will have some inaccuracies with JK Rowling’s universe from her books, but that’s what AUs and parodies are for ;) 

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Most of the booths on the train were either filled or contained children who were familiar with Milo’s condition. He was used to doors closing moments before he arrived, so he never took any heed and would continue onwards.

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anonymous asked:

do you have any fluffy peter & tony headcanons or anything tbh because im having a horrible day and im so anxious i feel like im gonna explode

(Okay I told myself I was gonna take a break from writing today but u know what. U deserve Good Tony and Peter Writing so,,,,I’m gonna do my best with that. Hope u feel better soon my friend, and I hope this helps in some way x)



His hands were shaking against the prompt cards he held in an iron-clad grip.


It was stupid, really. Ridiculous. He’d battled monsters and stopped bombs and yet here he was, getting worked up over a damn science presentation.

And there wasn’t even any reason why. He was good at science. Brilliant, if he did say so himself. And the whole school was full of science nerds like him, so it wasn’t as if he was going to get laughed off stage, either.


So why the damn hell did he feel so…awful?


Pull yourself together, Spiderman, he told himself, shaking his head a little and peaking out from behind the wings to watch the speech that was currently being given by another of his classmates. It was a mandatory thing in order for everyone to get a grade. Each of them had to present an idea or a theory to the rest of their year and put points that were for and against it. At the end, other kids asked questions, drilled you, probably started giggling and whispering if you couldn’t answer one of their godawful comments-

Ugh. He felt vaguely sick.


He’d been on edge the whole day just thinking about it. There were, what, a hundred faces, maybe more, in the audience? Including Flash, who was sat at the back, just waiting for Peter to slip up so he could laugh loudly or boo or something.

He could barely even think straight. His mind was all fuzzy and his palms were too sweaty. It felt like his lungs weren’t working properly anymore.

This sucked.


“Hey kid,”


Peter jerked wildly as someone stepped up to his shoulder. God, he’d been so out of it he hadn’t even heard them, what the hell was wrong with him-

“I- uh, hi Mr-” he turned, looking over and expecting to see a teacher. 

“Tony?” he said incredulously, as his brain registered the tinted yellow glasses and carefully sculpted van dyke.

“The one and only,” Tony replied absently, as he peered out through the wings and looked at the boy onstage, “you next?” He asked.

“I…what-you-how?” Peter spluttered, “what are you doing here?”

Tony looked at him, before shrugging. If Peter wasn’t mistaken, he almost looked sheepish. “You mentioned this thing, uh, a few days ago in the labs? I didn’t have anything on, so I though I’d come, show a bit of moral support, you know the drill,” he muttered. “How you feeling? You ready? Nervous?”

Peter opened his mouth, but the assurance failed to come out. He was a notoriously bad liar, after all.
Plus, his vocal cords didn’t really seem to be working very well right now. Which, considering what he was about to go up and do, was Very Very Bad.

Tony looked him up and down, noting the quivering hands, slightly green face and general expression of terror before sighing and pulling the sunglasses off his nose in order to place them on the bridge of Peter’s. “Okay, Peter, today you are not Peter. Today, you are me, and I am about to give a heart-raising, mind-blowing, showstopping speech on…” he peered down, reading the top of Peter’s card, “effective and innovative designs to contribute toward a greener society,” 

Peter just nodded, looking up at Tony through the yellow lenses.

“First thing,” Tony began, raising a hand and wandering backward, before gesturing around the place, “you gotta own the room, kid. Movement is important. Hands, feet, eyes- don’t just stand there like a lemon and read off the prompts. You wanna get a good grade? You engage the audience,” he stepped forward, pointing at Peter’s eye, and then his own, “eye contact. Always do the eye contact. Kinda terrifying, admittedly, but you only need to do it for a second. You’re not gonna stare em down like they’re trying to rob a bank here, okay, you’re just catching their eye. Showing them you’re focused, like you’re talking to them specifically. Keep moving around, look at everyone.”

He stopped. Grabbed Peter’s shoulder. “So, Mr Stark, how do you begin your speech?”

Peter stopped, caught off guard like a rabbit in the headlights. “Uhhhhh-”

“Okay, well for starters, I definitely don’t do that,” Tony shook his head, pushing the glasses a little further up Peter’s nose as they began to slip down. “You wanna begin with something simple. Casual. This isn’t a funeral service. You’re just putting an idea across. ‘hello everybody’ will suffice. I’d say open with a joke, but I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

Peter had to agree on that one. He took another look over to the side, and noticed the boy was beginning to wrap up. 

Oh, hell. He was next.

Tony noticed, too, and he let his other hand rest on Peter’s shoulder as well, so that he was gripping Peter between both hands. “Listen, kid. Stick to the basics. Eye contact. Movement. Keep it light, and don’t focus too hard on individuals. It’ll only freak you out. You’re gonna do great, kid. Honestly, you’re definitely the smartest one out there, you got nothing to worry about.”

“People are gonna laugh,” Peter muttered, looking down at his feet. God, Flash- Flash was gonna be a total ass, he could predict it perfectly. Peter would pause, just for a moment, and Flash would do something stupid like laugh or make a stupid noise and then it would throw Peter off-

“No-one’s gonna laugh, Kid,” Tony said, before his eyes narrowed. “Unless there’s someone who’s planning on ruining it for you. Is there?”

“I dunno, Flash said some stuff earlier, but… I dunno,” Peter mumbled, biting his lip. He wished he’d been ill today. Or HYDRA had decided to attack a Macy’s or something. At least that would have been a genuine excuse.

“Flash, huh?” Tony mused quietly, peering out into the audience, “greasy looking pussy at the back, right?”

Peter laughed nervously, nodding. “Uh, yeah, that’s the one.”

Tony pulled a face, and then nodded to himself. “Okay. Okay, cool. Well listen, I’ll make sure Flash isn’t a problem, alright? Don’t worry about him.”


A sudden wave of applause filled the auditorium, and signalled Peter’s turn up. 

“Big breath. Come on, you’ll kick ass. You’re Spiderman. Or you can be me, just for a few minutes, if that’ll make it easier,” Tony assured him, patting his cheek  and smiling.


“-And now, it is my great pleasure to present to you, Peter Parker!” The Principal announced, and another round of applause burst out.

Okay. Showtime.


“Wait, kid, sunglasses!” Tony caught him before he could move, sliding them back off his face with a grin, “they’re a tad too big for you. Don’t want them sliding off whilst you’re deep in the middle of solving the world’s energy crisis.”

Peter huffed out a nervous laugh, and then did as Tony said, taking a long, deep breath before turning away and walking slowly toward the main stage.


He could do this. Tony did it all the time. He could be Tony, just for five and a half minutes, right? Tony had said he could.


His hands were still shaking a little as he stepped in front of everyone, but he felt a little braver. A little prouder. Maybe even confident.


At the back of the hall, he watched Tony slip in through the doors, more inconspicuous than Peter had ever seen him as he wandered toward the back row and grabbed a chair, leaning over the back of it and whispering something into-

Peter sighed, unable to hold back the little grin of satisfaction as Flash’s head turned to look up at him, eyes widening in a hilarious fashion as he realised, yet again, he was being told off by Tony Stark.

It was even more amusing to watch the colour drain from his face as Tony continued to whisper in his ear. He watched as Flash nodded a little jerkily, and then Tony smiled, before stepping back and leaning against the back wall, right in the middle where Peter could see him.


He grinned up when Peter made eye contact, and Peter smiled back.


He could do this.




“You did it!” 


Peter turned, smile on his face as he watched Tony jog up toward him, hands raised in a thumbs-up as he grinned over. Luckily, the presentation had been at the last period, and so Peter was free to get the fuck out and finally relax for the first time that day.

“Yeah- I think it went…well,” Peter admitted happily.

 Tony pulled a face, letting his arm fall across Peter’s shoulders and squeeze. “Uhm, you did more than ‘well’, kid- you totally blew everyone else out of the water.”

“You didn’t even see everyone else, Tony.”

He felt the shrugging gesture Tony made beside him. “I’m gonna go ahead and assume here, kid. You were great. Very Tony Stark-ish. Except with less narcissism and more genuine-ness, y’know? Never would’ve guessed you were nervous.”

Peter grimaced. “I thought I was gonna throw up the entire time.”

“Well then, you are a remarkable actor, Mr Parker,” Tony told him, “hey, how about doing my speech for me this weekend at the charity gala I am being forcibly blackmailed into attending? I have a busy schedule of sleeping and eating and I don’t want it disturbed.”

Peter laughed, giving Tony a shove, “thanks, but if it’s all the same with you, I’m never going to give a speech ever again. That was crazy. Everyone stares at you. What the hell?”

“Yeah, when you’re the only person talking in a huge auditorium, people tend to do that,” Tony huffed, shaking his head, “so damn rude of them.”

“It really is,” Peter agreed, hiking his bag up a little further on to his shoulder before turning to tony, a grin beginning to form on his face. “Hey- what did you tell Flash, by the way?”

Tony tapped his nose secretively. “None of your business.”

“Aw, come on, I see him most, it’s more my business than yours.”

“Hey, maybe I just like him. Maybe I was having a catch up, Peter, huh? You’re not special, I might be secretly mentoring him, too.”

Peter rolled his eyes, shoving Tony playfully and then grabbing his arm before he went careering to the floor. “Whoops- superstrength.”

“That was a threat, wasn’t it? I feel threatened. Again. Physical threats, this time, too- it’s getting worse-”

“Tony,” Peter whined frustratedly, “please tell me.”

Tony stopped, hand half-way to reaching his car door before turning to look back at Peter. “I told him if he made a single sound, I’d hack the school system and turn all his A* into C’s,” he admitted, before adding “is that bad? I don’t know- I tend to threaten both adults and kids alike, what can I say, I’m all about equality,” 

Peter watched, smile on his face as Tony jumped into his car and pulled his shades back on. “You did good, kid. I’ll see you ‘round,” he said, shooting Peter another thumbs up before revving the engine and pulling out of the car park.

Peter watched, shaking his head fondly. He felt kinda exhausted- the day had been stressful as fuck, and it had taken it out of him. But hey- at least it was over. And at least it hadn’t turned into a full-blown panic attack, either. That would’ve just been embarrassing.

“Thanks, Tony,” Peter muttered, waving cheerily over at a still rather horrified looking Flash from across the road before beginning to make his way down the drive.



“Wait. You got a lift?”


Peter turned, watching as Tony reversed back to him and raised an eyebrow at him curiously from the open window.

“Sorry, I don’t get in cars with strangers,” Peter deadpanned, beginning to walk forward again, hiding a fond grin as Tony just rolled forward and followed him.

“Uhh,” Tony made a face, turning around and shuffling in his car for a second before pulling out something. It was a bag of kisses, a few of them already eaten, with the wrappers thrown back in the bag. “I got candy?”

Peter broke his deadpan stare a second later, in order to laugh. Tony was a fucking idiot, honestly. “Right, okay, I’ve been convinced,” he declared, before sliding over the bonnet and opening the door on the other side.

As soon as he’d fallen in, Tony flicked him on the ear. “Ow!” He yelped, looking betrayed.

“Don’t slide your dirty school jeans over my car, you heathen,” Tony scolded, before turning back to the road and stepping on accelerate. “And don’t touch my radio. We’re listening to my music, not yours.”

Peter groaned, “ugh, but your music taste is-”

“Unless you want to get forcibly removed from this vehicle, I suggest you quit running your mouth, boy,” 

Peter looked over to him. There was silence for a stretch, before Peter muttered, “Metallica sucks.”

“RIGHT,” Tony pulled his sunglasses off, chucking them at Peter’s chest and then moving his hand to the dash where all his modified features sat, “that’s it, you’re getting ejected, buh-bye demon child-”

“TONY NO I’M SORRY I DIDN’T M-”

Everything Has Changed | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by alwayschach-sprouseblog


Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After six years away from Riverdale, you head back to live with your grandparents. The only thing on your mind is your old best friend Jughead Jones.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1570

A/N: BUCKLE YOURSELVES UP, FRIENDS. WE’RE IN FOR A LONG ONE. Well, maybe. We’ll see how it goes. There will definitely be a part two that’s for sure but let me know what you guys think <3

 PART TWO | PART THREE


Riverdale.

The town you grew up in. The town that held so many fond memories. The town that you’d been ripped away from when you were nine years old.

It was still your favourite place even though you’d spent the last six years in Los Angeles. Sure, the big city life was fun but it was nothing compared to the tight knit community of your little friendly town. Even though you’d only been young, you still remembered how everyone said hi when you passed by them or how the local diner always remembered your families order and especially how all the kids made sure nobody was left out. That was how you remembered Riverdale. Full of friendly, happy, kind people.

But, the stories you’d heard from your grandparents who still lived there told a whole different tale. Your friendly little town had changed the moment Jason Blossom had been murdered. Everyone in town was a suspect and the whole dynamic had changed. Riverdale was now surrounded by mystery and secrets which made you scared to go back.

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heello! i recently ordered from acorn press and still have a couple chillypig charms still in my possession so i thought it’d be a good opportunity to do a comparison/review! all the charms are 2″ clear acrylics

this’ll mostly be for people scoping out new companies, or for people who’re interested in making charms for the first time!

NOTE: in all the pictures, charms with a phone strap are chillypig and without are acorn press

i’ll be fairly nit-picky about everything and be as in depth as i can to provide max info, but please keep in mind this is all from personal experience! it’s not the end all be all

this is gonna get pretty long so under the cut we goo

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Nineteen

Summary: It’s Father’s Day and, for the first time ever, you have a father to celebrate with. Your and JJ’s gift for Jensen goes viral, leading to a much needed conversation between Jared and your new father.
Words: 3.3k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Danneel, JJ, Arrow, Zep, Tom, Shep
Warnings: fluff, mild angst
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

Father’s Day, to you, was a somewhat foreign concept.

You never had a father. Your mom knew who he was, but he didn’t want you and you never wanted him either.

Anyone that would willingly leave their child with someone like your mother shouldn’t have a place in that child’s life, so you had no desire to search for him.

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Airports

Masterlist

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (mentions of platonic!Harrison x reader)

Summary: You pick Harrison and Tom up from the airport and sleepy boys give sleepy cuddles.

Warnings: mentions of sex, fluff

You weren’t having a particularly busy day. You were trying to do some cleaning done before the boys came home this evening but you had gotten side-tracked scrolling through Instagram so you hadn’t got time to do the vacuuming before Harrison rang.

“Afternoon, ugly.” Harrison’s voice filled your ear and you heard the unmistakable sound of Tom laughing in the background.

“Now is that any way to talk to your best friend?” You berated him, “I take it you’ve landed?”

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You Understand, Right? (Part 12): Who Will You Choose?

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader

Length: 1549+ words

TW

A/N: A lot of you guys said you wanted more Sam in this series, but I don’t think this is what you had in mind huhuuhuhuu. Imma try to incorporate his character more in the series bc I do agree that he has been neglected! 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

SERIES MASTERLIST


“I understand if you want me to leave,” Y/N mumbled against his chest, her grip on his jacket loosening itself.

“Leave? Leave where?” Dean asked, confused at her words.

“I betrayed your trust. I didn’t believe you. I nearly gave the Colt to Crowley! You have a million and one reasons to hate me!”

“Hey, none of that,” Dean rebutted sharply. “I told you when you left that I would never hate you. You’re family, and nothing will change that.”

“Okay.”

“C’mon. Let’s go back to the motel.” Dean helped her to get on her feet, letting her lean on him for support before stabilizing herself. “You good?”

“Yea.” She kept a hand around his elbow for support as they made the short trip back to their motel room.

When they went back in, Sam was just putting on his shirt, his jeans already on, and his hair still wet from the shower.

“Where’d you guys go?” he asked, before his gaze settling on Y/N’s bruised neck. “What the hell? What happened?” In two giant steps, he was in front of her, a gentle had lifting her head to examine her blue-tinted skin.

“I stole the Colt,” Y/N replied.

“What? Why would you do that?” Sam’s eyes widened in shock.

“I stole it for Crowley. He said he needed it.”

The youngest Winchester took three steps backwards, as if her skin was fire that burned his skin.

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hwang minhyun|the heirs

member: hwang minhyun
genre: fluff
summary: heirs au! you never thought you ever had a chance with hwang minhyun, the heir to the empire hotels and to billions of dollars, but you never knew you caught his eye either, who would have thought that a masquerade ball could make everything possible
heirs series: hwang minhyun

  • you’ve liked minhyun from the moment you stepped into 101 academy
  • the school for the elite of the elite
  • everyone was a heir to millions or billions of dollars
  • you included
  • your mother was one of the best fashion designers in the world owning several high end and normal brands with your father dealing with the business side
  • your mum inspired your love of fashion and the aspiration to be a fashion designer
  • in total your family earned around 300 million dollars a year
  • but your family wanted to make sure you weren’t raised spoilt so you three lived like a middle class family in a 3 bedroom house, normal car, normal neighbourhood, nothing expensive and you were homeschooled
  • but when you got to high school you were suddenly exposed to your family’s wealth
  • huge mansion, fancy cars, ridiculously expensive private school, luxury  everything
  • you got used to it after a while
  • but the luxury and grandeur of the school still amazed you
  • with a michelin star chef providing all meals and your own personal room with a bathroom and a closet
  • you could design the room any way you want
  • of course you made it into a fashion design studio
  • best bit was the second half of the day you get to make create and design clothes as that was your major, fashion
  • you can also request a personal tutor to give you advice with fashion and running a clothing business
  • it was an amazing school
  • but you still had to attend classes for the first half of the day which were really educational and suited for your fashion career
  • one of those classes was business with minhyun
  • you knew he didn’t need to attend the class or even school
  • he was ridiculously smart with degrees in hotel management and business from harvard
  • and he was in high school
  • he only went to school because his parents were alumni and insisted for him to go
  • you had absolutely no chance with minhyun
  • not only was he freakishly smart
  • he was part of the heirs
  • they were basically royalty, the 11 of them, the most eligible bachelors around, the richest, the most handsome, all the best in their own respective fields but they were distant towards nearly everyone except for a few of them, they were the kings of school
  • minhyun also was one of the most sought out guys in the school
  • he had the nickname emperor hwang i had to use it lol
  • minhyun would be taking over his family business of running the empire hotels. they’re the best hotels in the world every single of them 5 stars. and there were thousands across the globe. amusingly he’s named emperor hwang because he’s the “emperor” of his empire, his company.
  • he was also ridiculously good looking with milky white skin and jet black hair, his gorgeous dark brown eyes with an air of elegance and distant, nonchalant attitude
  • but that didn’t attract you to him it was his comforting innocent nature he hid under his mask he wore to the public
  • for some reason you wanted to be the one to crack the mask
  • but that was in your dreams even if he knew of his existence
  • he had so many girls after him
  • girls prettier, richer, smarter, nicer and more talented than you
  • you never stood a chance
  • you were completely wrong though
  • you caught his eye the moment you walked into his business class
  • there was just something about you
  • you carried yourself not with the arrogant stuck up attitude that so many did but with a gentle kindness
  • there was just a sweet softness making him instantly attracted to you
  • not to mention the gorgeous smile of yours and how adorable you were
  • and anytime he sees you laugh or smiling
  • he couldn’t help but smile
  • he knew he was falling for you
  • but he was just plain awkward around you
  • like no matter how he tried he could never say more than hello
  • and he didn’t talk to you in front of people because people would make a big fuss and give you a hard time
  • he even told the other heirs about it
  • they teased him endlessly and gave the worst advice which wasn’t surprising since they were all single
  • but both of you knew there was something going on
  • you had absolutely no fucking clue what it was exactly
  • he confused you to no end
  • when it was just you two or little people he was super sweet even though the interactions were always short
  • you’d glance at each other in class and share a smile
  • making you feel all soft and gooey
  • and whenever he’d say hello to you you couldn’t help but blush
  • but when there were other people he’d completely ignore you?
  • you just tried to ignore your feelings as much as possible
  • by basically avoiding him
  • not in sight not in mind right? lol you wish
  • but nope the feelings did not go down one bit
  • though you remember one incident
  • the one that gave you hope
  • you fell asleep in the library studying for exams and when you woke up you had the school’s blazer over you
  • the name tag: hwang minhyun
  • you had the biggest internal freakout at that moment
  • you’d fell asleep right in front of minhyun and looked really tired and cold so he couldn’t help himself but put his jacket over you
  • hoping maybe when you give it back you guys could start a conversation
  • but the next day you were too shy to give it to him person so you left it on his deck
  • he was super disappointed and pouted all day
  • and when you mustered up your courage to talk to him the next day
  • you found out he left for family business and won’t be back until new year’s eve
  • you cursed yourself for your bad timing
  • but that was a few weeks ago
  • you revert your attention back to the stunning dress in front of you
  • it was for the new year’s masquerade ball that ironically minhyun’s family was hosting
  • the ball would be extravagant with the finest food, expensive ball gowns and a special show of fireworks
  • it was your first time going to ball, you’ve been to fundraisers and dinners but nothing as big scale as this
  • and it was a huge opportunity to boost yourself into the fashion business on your own merit not your mothers
  • if people liked your dress you could give out your business card which led to business opportunities and connections
  • your attention turned to your dress
  • it was your best work yet
  • the gorgeous scarlet colour of dress contrasted amazingly with the golden embroidery which was done all by your hand
  • you especially dyed your hair into a super dark jet black to complement the dress if you have a black hair imagine the darkest jet black
  • with 2 hours left you needed to get ready
  • time flied by and you realised you were going to be late
  • you put your converse on there was no way in hell you were wearing heels plus the dress covered your feet you made sure of it
  • your limo pulled you out in front of the huge hotel as you put on your gold mask
  • the doors were nearly closing as you entered into a huge magnificent ballroom
  • which you had to go down a million stairs to get to
  • BANG! the doors closed and everyone’s eyes were on you
  • you went bright red thankfully with the dim lighting nobody could tell
  • taking a deep breath you walked down the steps as carefully and gracefully as possible
  • the lighting making the gold embroidery even brighter and the dress looked amazing
  • you got to the bottom and everyone was still staring at you making you super self conscious
  • before you could even walk a step
  • a tall handsome stranger decked out in an incredibly expensive looking suit and a black mask covering most of his face came up to you
  • he reminded you of minhyun
  • your heart sped up hoping it was but as the mysterious stranger said in a deep rough voice to you
  • “would you like to dance?”
  • you instantly knew it wasn’t him
  • minhyun’s voice was soft and sweet not rough and deep
  • but you automatically accepted annoyed at yourself for thinking about minhyun
  • as you started dancing the guy said “that was quite an entrance but i’ll say as much i am impressed with the dress the converse caught my attention a bit more” ending with a chuckle
  • you were properly mortified “oh gosh you saw? i knew i should of made the hem longer” you said trying not to look at him in the eye
  • “don’t worry i only noticed because i couldn’t keep my eyes off from you” he said smoothly making you blush and you literally wanted to swoon
  • before you could say anything he continued
  • “you made the dress?” he asked impressed
  • “yup, i’m a budding fashion designer” you said lightly
  • “well after this dance i’ll introduce you to all the people you should meet then maybe i get to keep you all to myself?” he asked hopefully
  • you laughed making him smile sweetly at you
  • “we’ll see pretty boy we’ll see” you answered mischievously
  • “well before i introduce you to people i should know your name right?” he said
  • “hmmm only if you give me yours” you quip back
  • “but i want to stay a mystery” he said jokingly whining a little
  • “i want to too” you say smirking
  • “well how about we reveal our faces and our names a bit before 12 in the garden and then afterwards we can watch the fireworks?” he compromised
  • “sure why not? but why so reluctant?” you asked
  • “well i think you’ll treat me differently when you know who i am” he said sheepishly
  • you smiled sweetly “i won’t i genuinely don’t care who you are or how much money you have, you’re already great company” you say sincerely
  • the guy gave you a beaming smile making you get butterflies
  • and for once in the last few months you think you might be able to get over minhyun
  • unbeknownst to you the guy you were currently dancing with thought the exact same thing but about you
  • minhyun felt different more confident, in the mask, plus the gorgeous girl in front of him just couldn’t help but make everything so much better
  • like he could not fuck up this opportunity with this amazing girl
  • plus if something goes wrong he can just run away and pretend none of it happened my backup plan for everything
  • the girl he was dancing with reminded him of you
  • you were both super sweet and sincere not to mention gorgeous
  • plus both of you made his heart beat way too fast to be humanly possible  with a single smile
  • but he didn’t think it was you because your hair was a different colour
  • and the dimmed lighting of the ballroom made it hard to see people’s faces
  • for just this one night he decided to forget how hopeless and awkward he was with girls especially you
  • and maybe even get over you
  • and try to be the gentleman that the stunning girl in front of him deserved
  • the type of guy you deserved
  • the next few hours you were introduced to so many people who loved your dress or were in the fashion industry or investors
  • you gave your business card to about 50 people which was amazing and so many more than you expected
  • of course your mystery partner didn’t get to see your name on the card
  • your mysterious guy also introduced you to 10 of his friends
  • “meet my friends” he introduced them
  • “hey it’s nice to meet you guys” you say friendly
  • “that dress is amazing who’s the designer” one of the smaller guys said in a cute non-pubescent voice
  • you instantly smiled “me actually”
  • the tallest guy said “damn really you’re ridiculously talented”
  • “if you make mens suits i need you to make me one WITH LOTS OF POCKETS” said another guy who had his arm around the guy with the cute voice
  • “i need you to be my stylist” another one who was standing extremely close to the tallest guy said jokingly
  • “you definitely need one dude” said one with a wicked snaggletooth
  • pointing at the dark purple suit the guy was wearing clashing with his blonde hair
  • you secretly agreed
  • “can we have your business card?” the smaller guy said again
  • “sure but you can’t show this guy over here we agreed to remain a mystery” you said with a grin while giving your partner a nudge
  • you handed them your business cards
  • mischievous smirks appeared on all their lips as they read the card
  • they all looked like they were going to burst out laughing
  • suddenly the tallest excused them and you said goodbye to all five of them
  • you didn’t see daehwi, jinyoung, woojin, jihoon and guanlin taking of their masks off because of how much they were all laughing in the corner of the ballroom
  • “so what is such a beautiful lady like yourself hanging out with my oh so awkward friend” a guy with broad shoulders said light heartedly while slinging an arm around your partner
  • “he’s actually quite gentleman and very charming” you quip back jokingly sassily
  • the guys looked shocked and stared bewildered at your partner
  • “ahh he finally decided to accept my old and wise wisdom” said one of the guys
  • “you mean old and useless” said the shortest guy
  • “DON’T DISRESPECT YOUR ELDER” the older guy said very motherly
  • the other guy raised his hands in defeat
  • one of the other guys came up to you and jokingly said to you
  • “take care of him, he’s annoyingly clean, he’ll probably be more in love with his vacuum cleaner than you and he’ll totally ditch his best friend, me. but i wish you and him the best”
  • you couldn’t help but laugh
  • “OK~, OK~, she passed, i like her she laughed at my kind of joke” he said
  • “please don’t encourage him” the one with the broad shoulders said with a smile that most girls would go crazy over
  • “i’ll try not to” you say with a smile of your own
  • “so when’s the wedding” the supposed elder piped in with a smirk
  • before you could say anything
  • “there will be no wedding because of me” another guy smoothly interrupted he was a definite charmer
  • “nah im joking” he continued light heartedly with a goofy smile
  • “but if he isn’t up to standard give me a call” he ended with an over exaggerated wink
  • does anyone have a doubt this is seongwoo
  • “never happening” you say teasingly
  • “i like her, she’s definitely a keeper” said the shortest one
  • and before you knew it the other 5 guys came back with their masks and all 10 of them were incredibly sweet said they hoped their friend was treating you properly
  • the one with the broad shoulders saying if he didn’t, to come to them and they’ll handle it
  • all of them agreed
  • you genuinely already adored those boys already and loved spending time with them
  • but all of them had people to meet and duties to attend to
  • so you parted ways
  • other than meeting people you spent the whole time with your mysterious partner
  • he was so so sweet
  • and such a gentleman
  • he always made sure you were comfortable and treated you like a princess
  • he also had the most impeccable manners
  • and not to mention the conversation never stopped flowing
  • your heart could not handle it
  • it fluttered, did backflips and died way too many times for you to count
  • you never thought it was possible to like someone this quickly
  • but you did and you loved every moment with him
  • especially dancing in his arms
  • the night was so much fun
  • all because of this one mysterious guy
  • you were dying to find out who he was
  • and before you knew it your mysterious guy was holding your hand leading you to the deserted gorgeous garden which was lit up with fairy lights
  • it was a few minutes before midnight
  • you faced each other getting ready to take the masks off
  • “you ready?” he asked slightly nervous
  • “definitely” you assured him
  • taking a deep breath both of you counted down “1, 2, 3″  
  • slowly you both took of your masks revealing your faces
  • you felt like your heart had a heart attack as you recognised his face
  • “MINHYUN??!!”
  • “Y/N??!!!”
  • you both exclaimed at the same time
  • you couldn’t deny it, it was minhyun
  • in all of his perfect handsome glory and of course at that moment he decided to do the hand through the hair thing
  • but why was his voice so different?
  • “minhyun why is your voice different?” you asked
  • “i have a sore throat, why the sudden hair change?” he asked in return
  • you groaned internally you dyed your hair of course he didn’t recognise you
  • “for the dress” you saw weakly
  • you both just stood there trying to process the whole situation
  • minhyun was cursing the guys for not telling him
  • you processed that you just interacted with THE HEIRS
  • and they knew who you were and approved?!!!
  • minhyun interrupted your thoughts by softly saying “y/n really thank you for the amazing night i haven’t had this much fun in probably years but it’s completely fine for you to go and search for other company” he ended dejectedly but politely
  • you were completely bewildered and asked earnestly “why would i want to do that?”
  • he looked a bit shocked too “because you don’t like me?”
  • “what do you mean i don’t like you??” you asked confused
  • “well you didn’t return my jacket in person and you avoid me like the plague” he answered with a touch of sadness and disappointment
  • you sighed in frustration and before you knew it words were spilling out of your mouth
  • “minhyun I LIKE YOU, i have since the moment i entered our business class, i avoided you and didn’t return the jacket personally because i knew i had no chance with you and i wanted to get over you not to mention i becoming a red blushing mess incapable of speaking”
  • you blush super red realising what you just said
  • but minhyun expression brightened like a million of city lights
  • he also realised how embarrassed you were
  • he sweetly said to you “if it helps i like you too, and it’s increased a ridiculous amount after tonight”
  • your head snapped up at his words “wait hold up, the emperor hwang, the one millions of girls want the attention of, the heir to the empire hotels and basically billions of dollars, likes me?” you said disbelievingly
  • he blushed more red than you at your compliments and he quietly said “yes y/n i like you a lot”
  • “i can’t believe it” you said completely shocked
  • he sounded sincere and you were slowly really believing it
  • you felt like your heart already died and went to heaven
  • your mind was going haywire but all of it stopped
  • to be honest you felt like the world stopped
  • as you felt a soft hand on your cheek leading you closer to him
  • you looked into those gorgeous brown eyes of his
  • his eyes flickered down to your lips and before you knew it
  • the softest pair of lips were on yours
  • and you were indulging every second of it
  • wrapping your arms around his neck
  • his hands around your waist pulling you even closer to him
  • you felt fireworks going off in your whole body
  • but you actually realised there were real fireworks going off which was the signal that it was midnight
  • you two parted and beamed at each other
  • “do you believe me now?” he asked with a bit of a smirk
  • “i do” you say with the biggest smile your arms still around his neck
  • you realised you just shared a new year’s kiss with minhyun
  • he came to the same conclusion as you
  • “happy new year’s minhyun” you said sweetly
  • “happy new year y/n” he whispered in your ear while hugging you making you melt into a puddle of goo
  • you both cuddled each other while watching the fireworks
  • both with the thought that this was the best start of new year either of you had
  • and both of you hoped to have the same start, the year after the next and for every single new year on

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Take It or Leave It - Part 2

OMG I AM SCREAMING! I RECEIVED SUCH POSISTIVE FEED BACK AND SO MANY TAG LIST REQUESTS! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST!

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And without further ado, let’s get into the second part! 

Originally posted by perksofbeinganavengers

“Stark, what the hell was that?!” Steve asked the second you were out of ear shot.

“Language.” Clint muttered but he went ignored

Sam snorted. “She’s like Sherlock and Dr Watson all in one.” 

“No. She’s Y/N. You can’t compare her to anyone else trust me.” Tony replied, completely unfazed by Steve’s outburst.

“She just came up here with convenient perfect timing, happened to bring Chinese with all of our favourites that we didn’t even know and can read people better than Romanoff and Buck? And you say she’s a lawyer?” Steve crossed his arms and took a few steps back. 

“It’s not my story to tell but for the record, she’s justified.” Tony was quick to defend you after years of loyalty.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Oh of course. Because you know all about ‘Bunny’, don’t you? And justified? She speaks 9 languages fluently, and is highly trained in Ballet, Gymnastics and Martial arts!” 

Bucky and Natasha shared an uneasy look. 

“For God’s sake, Rogers! What is your problem with the girl? She knew this case had a less than fifty percent chance of winning it yet here she is, ready to bust her ass to make sure your asses don’t end up in a maximum security prison that makes The Raft look like a five star hotel!” 

“We risk our lives constantly to help protect the world and now you’re telling us to put our trust in someone who is trained well enough to be one of us when we don’t even know her!” 

The tension in the room was thick and everyone was tense and ready to pounce the minute things headed south.

Tony stood up, slamming his glass on the table. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you to do! You can’t get yourself out of this mess on your own, admit it! You don’t know jack shit about the law whereas she knows it inside and out, back to front! The reason she’s speaks so many languages is because she enjoys being able to communicate with people in their own language! 

“But Latin, Tony! Who the hells speaks Latin nowadays?”  Steve threw his arms out in exasperation.

“I do.” Natasha piped up.

Bucky smirked. “So do I. And the population of the Vatican City does.”

“Well unless she represents the Pope it means nothing, Buck!”

Tony grinned. “Well, she doesn’t represent him but she does have his number.” 

“How the hell does she have the Pope’s number?” Sam butted in looking completely confused.

“Like I said, Pigeon; it’s Y/N.” 

“I don’t trust her in any way, shape or form.” Steve steered the derailed conversation back on track. 

“Captain Rogers. You don’t necessarily have to trust her, only her abilities.” Vision spoke for the first time since you had originally arrived. 

Steve took a look at everyone’s faces before storming out the room. 

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You woke up the next morning to papers strewn all across the duvet and you laptop tilted to the side, precariously balancing on your thigh. Groaning and sitting upright, you began mentally preparing yourself for the the day. Today was the day the team was going to have to fill out the paperwork to officially take you on as their attorney and you were going to have to deal with trying to get Steve to sign two documents, since he was the leader of the Avengers as well. 

The Avengers were a private organisation that therefore required even more paperwork to sign them on as your client. Jesus, you might just die today. 

First things first, breakfast. You silently set about your routine. You whipped your hair up into a bun quickly before applying a natural makeup look, every colour in the nudes apart from a rose tinted lipstick. You shook your hair out  and gently brushed it through; your hair was something you loved about yourself and took great pride in and hence you were very careful when you lightly curled it for the day. Opening the wardrobe, you took out a shirt and skirt that you had unpacked last night from your bag. Sliding into heels you set about gathering up your sheets and organising them into folders, snatching up the laptop and giving yourself a once over. 

Yep, you looked ready to take on whatever the day threw at you. 

You take that back. 

Upon entering the kitchen, you decided that you were going to need a raise. Clint was sat on top of the fridge watching the mayhem unravel with a smile. Natasha and Wanda were sat quietly to one side, Wanda showing Natasha something on her phone. Vision was sort of just hovering by them confused. Peter, Tony, Sam and Scott were in the midst of a very intense food fight. Steve was sat on the sofa to one side drawing, judging by his hand motions. Bruce wasn’t present yet. Rhodey was sat on one of the chairs to the side trying to stop the four but not really putting in effort and T’Challa was finishing up on a phone call before he came to stand by you.

You whistled but to no effect. “I believe the Colonel has already tried that and failed.” The King had traces of humour in his voice. “They remind me of the animals we have back home in Wakanda.”

You smiled at the man. “Wakanda must be stunning, your majesty.” 

“Please, Miss L/N, there is no need for titles; you are doing my friends and myself a monumentus deed.” 

“In that case, I must ask you to call me Y/N.” 

T’Challa smiled at you before giving a brief polite nod. “I’m sure you need to speak to them, yes?”

You nodded in confirmation.

“Then I must suggest that you endeavour to find a way to get them to stop and then listen.” 

You grinned. “I have a way. But no one’s going to like it.” 

“And why is that?” 

“Because it involves the knife attached to your right ankle.” 

T’Challa shook his head quietly but nether the less, bent down and retrieved the knife for you. “I must request that you don’t hurt anyone, Y/N.”

“Who said anything about hurting anyone?” You smirked before you spoke. 

The knife had barely been in your hand before you threw it in a dead straight line to the other end of the kitchen, cutting through the food fight and burying itself with a loud thud in the cupboard door, next to the fridge. The room went silent in shock, no one moved until their heads turned to you.

“Excuse me!?” Tony shrieked.

“Get over it, Tony; both myself and Colonel Rhodes had tried to get you to stop but nobody listened.” You replied, completely calm with your game face on. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. You four, are going to clean up your mess; Miss Maximoff and Miss Romanoff, you’re both going to go and get dressed; Colonel Rhodes if you could go and get Dr Banner it would be appreciated; Captain Rogers, it would be muchly appreciated if you could go and get Sergeant Barnes for us.” 

“No need, Sugar, I’m right here.” Bucky winked at you as he walked in.

“Good morning, Sergeant Barnes.” You smiled politely at the soldier. You quickly fixed you attention back to its previous focus. “Mr Barton please get down from the fridge and pass me the knife back. And Mr Vision please can you help me in the kitchen once the boys are done cleaning up?”

Vision inclined his head. “Of course.”

“Thank you.” 

“Bunny." 

"Tony.” You replied in the same type of voice.

Tony sighed dramatically before starting to tidy up and everyone jolted into action, following your instructions.

As soon as they had cleaned the counters, you immediately swooped in and began going around the kitchen. 

“Mr Vision, where do you keep your bowls and utensils?” You asked as you opened cupboards at random. 

“The culinary utensils are in the second draw to your left whilst the bowls are in the bottom cupboard to your right, Miss L/N." 

"Please, just call me Y/N.” You smiled as you glanced at him before taking the eggs and milk from the fridge. 

“And in return I ask that you just call me Vision." 

Grinning, you asked him. "Vision, where do you keep the flour and sugar?”
He once again guided you to what you were looking for.

Before long there were pancakes and waffles cooking away, whilst others were stacked up on plates and cut fruit was in bowls, courtesy of Vision. You were wielding a spatula and kept whacking anyone’s hands that tried to steal any. Moving gracefully around the kitchen, you laid the table and made everybody sit down before laying the food that you had made in the middle of the table as Vision followed with the fruit.

“Do you make breakfast for all your clients then?” Clint asked as everyone dug into the food.

“I don’t normally stay with clients, Mr Barton; it’s that I’ve been working for Tony  a long time and he now insists that I stay with him when I do. And from what I’ve heard none of you can really cook with the exception of a few.” You ate a mouthful of fruit.

“That’s right, Legolas. Bunny’s here enough when she’s doing things for me that I gave her a room about 7 years ago.” Tony piped in, drowning his waffles in syrup.

“Which reminds me…” You trailed off as you pushed your chair back and got up before grabbing the files you had brought with you. “You’re not going to like this but I’ve got paperwork for you. It’s only a bunch of signatures and basic information.” 

Groans met your admission.

“So that’s why you made us breakfast!” Peter exclaimed.

You nodded sarcastically. “Well done, Mr Parker. If you want something from someone you have to give them something in return.”

Sam snorted into his coffee as you handed out the folders.

“We’re going to need pens, Miss L/N.” Steve spoke directly to you for the second time since you arrived.

“Who would have known America’s golden boy had sass in him? There are pens in each of the folders if you open them.” Today was so not going as planned and you hadn’t even gone through breakfast yet. “And I’d step to it, Captain Rogers, because you have twice as much than everyone else.”

“And why is that?” 

You pouted dramatically at the man.

“I thought you were in charge of the Avengers and that means you have to do all the corporate paperwork as well. And I’m going to have to file it all today so I can get your case going.”

An hour later you were walking out of The Avengers Tower to hail a cab heading for the law firm Hughes and Wood for a day of paperwork.

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