look at all of the booze

some very important yokai from japanese folklore
  • a tiny old man who lies in a field doing a perfect imitation of a baby’s cry to attract concerned passers-by, before killing those who attempt to pick him up by rapidly increasing in weight until their bones shatter
  • an outhouse goblin with a long tongue who just scuttles around licking up that sweet sweet soap scum and other bathroom filth
  • what appears to be a man with an obscured face - when it spots someone at night, it drops trou, spreads its asscheeks to reveal a giant eyeball poking out of its anus, and then charges at its victim on all fours ass-first (seemingly for no reason other than to scare them)
  • a seemingly ordinary woman whose head detaches while she sleeps and flies around the garden looking for centipedes to eat
  • large angry goblins in straw coats that rampage through mountain villages yelling at kids to be good and not stopping until the parents appease them with booze
  • a giant who just squats over the japanese islands and washes his hands in the ocean (that’s literally all he does)
  • shapeshifting raccoons who use their enormous stretchy ballsacks to accomplish all manner of everyday tasks
  • goblins that live in the woods washing beans in the rivers, freaking out travelers by singing songs about washing beans that echo through the woods
  • a giant skeleton made of tons of normal skeletons combined like some sort of skeleton voltron
  • slimy balls of hair that just skitter around being nasty
  • a spirit that does nothing except sneak up on sleeping people, pull the pillows out from under their heads, and slides the pillows under their feet
  • vaguely humanoid blobs of obese, stinky flesh with no eyes or mouths that are harmless and by all accounts quite friendly - if you eat the flesh of one, you gain immortality at the cost of living your life as one of them
  • a little old man with a very long head who sneaks into empty houses and insists that he owns them even when the homeowners return (one of the most powerful yokai)
There will be a time in which the word love does not make your blood turn cold and your skin crawl. There will be a time where your heart won’t ache after the sole time it has ever been broken. And although it was only broken a single time, that crack is like a deep cut that will not heal, continuing to seep in the poisons of it’s past. There will be a time where you look at them and you don’t see pain, all you see are some good memories and a lovely face. Where you have created distance between each other and you are no longer a bystander in your own life, waiting for an ounce of love from a person who you’ve emptied your soul for. Having your heart broken so badly when you’re only fourteen can change your entire mindset. When you’re so young and the world is fresh and new and you’re so naive and figuring yourself out. When the thought of booze has never crossed your mind and you didn’t want to die. But now, you are a ripped quilt being sewn up slowly in anticipation for that time.
—  there will be a time
Sugar Sweet  | 1 | (M)

word count: 8.9k (seriously, what a mouthful)

genre: smut + fluff; college AU + fuckboy!kihyun

pairing: reader/kihyun

summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.

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Stranger Things/Jim Hopper imagines - Behind closed doors

Originally posted by timmy-chalamet

AN: First of all, Season 2 is my life and my religion and Stranger Things is one of the best tv shows I’ve ever watched honestly how they topped season 1 is mind blowing. Also, me being me and you guys know me well, I was attracted to many characters on this show but Hopper is daddy (in more ways than one). I want to write more stranger things so stick around and send in requests for any character but let’s kick this off with some pure smut. You’re welcome. 

Summary: You get into some trouble and Hopper hides you away in the cabin until it blows over but isolation isn’t for you. (Basically this is what I figure would happen if Hopper had the argument with someone older.)

Pairing(s): Hopper x Reader

Word count: 1,593

Warnings: Reader is 18 so is of age. It’s cliche but you’ll like it, Mentions of dead parents. This is smut. So expect smut. Vaginal fingering, dry humping, rough sex, hair pulling, and strong language ahead. This takes place probably after season 2 as I need to use the cabin.  

You were such an idiot. You were always so careful and this is the time you get caught.

You went to the only person you knew that could help you and it was Jim Hopper. He was friends with your father when your father was alive and you figured your dad asked Hopper to look out for you if anything ever happened to him. 

Unfortunately for you, Hopper said there was nothing you could do except wait it out in hiding for it all to blow over and then took you out into the middle of nowhere to an old cabin and told you that this is where he hid Eleven. 

He told you that he didn’t know how long it would be until the storm passed but you’d be safe there. 

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Happy Tuesday.

I’m calling it “Yurio Catches Puberty” as a working title. (PG for swearing and puberty.) (Warning for body image stuff, very minor.) 

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“WHEN WILL THIS BE OVER?”

The scream of anguish from the rink’s locker room shower made Yuuri look up sharply. He’d only arrived in St. Petersburg yesterday, but this couldn’t be normal, even if nobody else seemed to be paying the slightest attention.

“AUGH!”

It was definitely Yurio.

“Yurio?” he started to ask, but Georgi clapped a hand over his mouth.

“Don’t engage,” he hissed.

Yuuri looked at him, wide-eyed.

“What’s going on?” he whispered, as Yurio began a steady, at least quieter stream of cursing in Russian, then English, then Japanese that Yuuri definitely hadn’t taught him.

“Puberty,” Georgi said.

Yuuri blinked. “Puberty?” he asked.

Georgi gave him a disgusted look. “Of course,” he mumbled to himself. “The golden boy didn’t suffer puberty…”

He wandered off, now also cursing, and Yuuri had ten seconds of silence before Yurio kicked the shower door open and strode out, towel around his waist.

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Cats and Dogs

Originally posted by hellosarang

Note: Originally was just a college au but I incorporated the animal hybrid element because why not.  Also, I’m sorry if this is disjointed but I was literally working on this from 5 different angles.  I’ll be better next time hunnies.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Rating: NC17
Warnings: hybrid!au, frottage, masturbation, voyeurism, slight name-calling/insulting (not in a sexual way though)
Genre: Smut
Word count: 4723

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Summary:  When you skip your yearly heat, it causes a different kind of friction between you and that perpetual, thorn-in-your-side mutt named Kim Taehyung. (cat!girl/dog!boy au)

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You should have never engaged Kim Taehyung while you are going through physical difficulties, but he is an expert at egging you on.  The dog hybrid might be a slacker in class, but he’s absolutely conscientious when it comes to pissing you off.  It also doesn’t help that this is the first time in years where you’re late for your heat by a whole month.  Usually you are on-the-dot regular, but with graduation looming and the overwhelming fact that you’ll have to go out into the Real World soon, you’re on edge, and not a little bit stressed out.  

Even Jimin and Jungkook, your two best friends who have been with you from the cradle to adulthood, have taken pains not to be around you too much because you’ve taken to being a little…extreme with your words and actions as of late.  (Read: You were being a Bitch.)  

But Taehyung just doesn’t know when to stop irking you.  

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Normal Horoscope:

Aries: That minor injury you recently took was karma. 

Taurus: The stars say you will soon meat staunch resistance. Though you are staunchier.

Gemini: Your destiny lies under the rug. Its fast and sneaky so bring a net or something.

Cancer: You will get so angry you will sprout wings. Anger wings.

Leo: Fear the red dawn. Bring something bigger than a spatula. You should be prepared.

Virgo: Jealousy is only as good as what it motivates you to do. Murder is not entirely out of the question.

Libra: The stars say you look a little bitcrushed today. Have you check your native resolution?

Scorpio: There has to be a part of you in there somewhere. If its all artificial whats the fun?

Ophiuchus: Threaten to give them a back rub.

Sagittarius: They arent bird feathers.

Capricorn: The weather may be a bit hectic this week. Get yourself waxed and shined.

Aquarius: Booze! But not your booze! A good time still.

Pisces: Make a silly face and keep shooting.

Types of Drunks
  • *Check Jupiter, or 11th House
  • Aries: The Frat Boy-Type. Kinda always trying to bone someone before the end of the night. Pounded like, 20 beers. Probably wakes up with someone they thought was hotter/prettier when drunk.
  • Taurus: Ditzy-Drunk Type. Girl who constantly compliments you and leans on your boyfriends shoulder and basically flirt w/ everyone and asks shit like "What's Aleppo?"
  • Gemini: Toilet-Hugger. You don't *usually* get drunk, but tonight you did. At first you were socializing, and somehow, you ended up hunched over the toilet puking. You havent left. Your bestfriend almost puked in your hair. One time, she did.
  • Cancer: Expresso Depresso. "No, I don't always drink when I'm sad." You kinda just came to the party to "escape". You don't want to be here, and in every movie EVER, you find some goth bitch to complain about existence with. That, or you're in a bar wanting to die cause your wife left you. Your choice, i guess.
  • Leo: Game Maker. You're the asshole who suggests 7 Minutes in Heaven, Truth or Dare, and other shitty games at middle school parties where someone found some Mike's Hard Lemonade. You still get drunk off of the shit, too. Somehow.
  • Virgo: Socialite. You don't really get drunk. You just get buzzed, and go home. You talk to everyone and anyone, and get as many numbers as possible. You're quite the hook up when it comes to some drugs at a party, though.
  • Libra: Hoe. You're the girl who compliments everyone and smiles at everything. You also basically wanna suck someone's dick before the night ends. Who's? Idk.
  • Scorpio: Dirty Dancer. Someone complained about there "being too many clothed people" at the party. So, you took your clothes off, threw them at the person, and began dancing. Truly a Titty Hero.
  • Sagittarius: Drunk "Driver". You're the guy who suggests they go on an adventure, or brought tons of booze to do some really illegal shit. As a kid, you literally drank just because "if we're doing something illegal, may as well do two!!"
  • Capricorn: Bartender. Nobody really appointed you bartender. Nobody really asked, either. But, nobody is complaining. You make the best booze, and the more YOU drink, the funnier, quicker, and cuter the drinks are made. By the end of the night, the drink counter looks a bit like a Scorpio's room -- clothes all over the floor in order to mop some mysterious liquid up.
  • Aquarius: Royal Rebel. Drink the keg. Bring the big ass case of booze. Make some kid puke. And then do it again. Dare devil galore, and kind of an asshole about it. That, or stays in the corner like they may make the party into a murder scene. One or the other.
  • Pisces: Just like Taurus, but also drinks twice her weight and probably asks "Where's the weeeeeeEEEeeedd???" 20 times.
earth is warmer when you laugh [4];

Originally posted by k-axani

pairing: connor x reader

chapter summary: “I was created to do whatever it takes to complete my mission.”

word count: 5.3k+ (i’m so sorry!)

warnings: gore & mentions of torture

a/n: Will I ever stop crying over the outpour of love I’ve received for this story? Nope. Will I ever stop thanking you all for your support? Also no. So thank you again (part 1 reached 1k+ notes and I AM SHOOK)! This chapter is going to be a little different (I came up with an original case before we delve into canon stuff) so I hope you like it. I love me some detective stuff!  

 FIRST | SECONDTHIRDAO3 | FIFTH

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Hank’s car was not what you expected.

It was practically an antithesis to all the modern cars you were so used to seeing. Old and rustic to a point it looked like it no longer belong on the road but in a junkyard. The engine was loud and throaty, and you could feel its vibrations as the car crawled along the road. Still, there was something about the smell of booze, takeaway food and old leather that made it feel warm; loved in a way that very few things in Hank’s life seemed to be.

It did not, however, help the awkward silence that dominated the space between you.

Hank was intentionally ignoring you both, while Connor sat in the passenger seat stiff and silent. It was only by occasional shift of his shoulder blades that you knew he was still with you. Curled in the backseat, you tried to stop your fidgeting as you looked for a way to break the silence.     

“Do we know any details about the case?” you broached carefully.

For a long moment Hank was silent and just when you thought he was not going to answer you, he spoke, “Homicide.”

You blinked in surprise and Connor turned towards Hank as well. The fact that it was assigned to your team meant only one thing.

Deviants.

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The much requested Rockband AU Chapter Two! (Coming soon to an AO3 near you)


The bleached hair doesn’t match his skin tone. His shirt is too big for his shoulders, and it slips to one side or the other so that he keeps having to tug the neckline up to his throat, but Andrew’s already seen the white raking down his shoulder, the scars worked into his skin like sequins and thread.

Neil reminds Andrew of the foster kids he used to live with, the hand-me-downs pulled over stunted identities, oversized cuffs dragging their feet down when they tried to run, bruises on wrists under oversized sleeves.

He can’t help the way his eyes keep skirting back to Neil, like he’s the only frequency in all the static of the crowd that’s coming through clearly.

He thought maybe if he was sober that the bubble trapped in his throat would burst, but it’s so much bigger now that he’s choking on it.

Neil is tossed back and forth with the rest of the crowd, but he stands out; there’s something in his eyes that makes them visible from the back of the stage. He glows like neon, white hair and white scars, glinting piercings in his nose and ears, stud flashing in his tongue.

Andrew throws himself at his drum-kit like it’s a punching bag, and the tempest of the crowd roars back at him. Kevin tries to skid sideways into a solo, but Andrew keeps playing, falling into a brand new tempo, a gallop that Kevin can’t keep up with. The sounds grate, sparks fly, and Andrew would be feeling it, if he were high, the discord would make him laugh and laugh.

It all sounds intentional, and Kevin’s sweating when he plays chunky chords and stinging vibrato, ad libbing his way back to the chorus. Andrew lets him do what he wants. It doesn’t feel worth it to sabotage their set. He can feel distraction setting in like winter.

When he’s at his lowest, sober and dried up, he feels sick, all stuffed up with no sense of taste. He can tell from the textures and the sense memory what the flavours are supposed to be, but he can’t feel anything.

The song ends in lyrics that Kevin yells more than sings, and Andrew smashes the cymbal a few times until it matches his heartbeat. The crowd erupts in applause, hollering so loudly that he can’t hear himself anymore. 

He looks back at Neil, like scratching an itch, and finds him grinning at the ceiling, caught up in the adrenaline and a high that Andrew can’t parse, booze or pills or euphoria.

Their eyes brush. Neil slicks his sweaty hair back with both hands and pops his tongue between his teeth, silver winking. Andrew just barely raises an eyebrow. He throws his drumsticks on the ground and they clatter between mic stands and cables as he leans forward to swipe the flask from Nicky’s back pocket. He jolts, his guitar swinging away from his body when he rounds on him.

“Thought you were staying sober tonight?” he hisses.

“Changed my mind,” Andrew says, unscrewing the flask. Their fans are laughing, heckling affectionately, shouting their support when Andrew knocks back most of the whiskey.

His stomach is empty and so are his chest and his head, so when the first shot hits his stomach, his whole body burns. He holds the back of his hand to his mouth while he waits for a buzz to take. Nicky hands him his sticks back and wrestles the flask away.

“Someone thought now was a good time to pre-game,” Nicky says into the microphone. “The good news is,” he laughs, “there’s a bar on your left, and we’re all in this together.” He raises the flask and the crowd laughs and clinks glasses.

Andrew hits the snare angrily, and it makes a sound like a startled snake.

“Listen up,” Kevin says, more strict teacher than bassist in a rock band. The houselights are wound down to nothing, and his face is hollowed out by the crossbeams of blue spotlights. “We’re gonna play a song called ten times faster.”

“A song for all you lovers out there,” Nicky jokes.

“Not quite,” Aaron says, lazily retuning his guitar.

“More like, a song for when you’re tripping balls and you hit the fucking ceiling.”

“It’s about escaping,” Andrew corrects. He says it low, away from the microphone, but he could swear that Neil’s head snaps towards him; his gaze climbs up the stage and takes Andrew by the shoulders.

He says, ‘I know what you’re after

we’ll do it in the dark, call it natural disaster’

you’re out for blood, I’ll draw it ten times faster

if my teeth are bared you can’t call it laughter

top floor, I’m too high for you to catch, uh

I’m running out so this is never gonna last, your

not catching up, ‘cause now I’m ten times faster

The whiskey is blood-hot on his tongue, but the lyrics burn hotter. He can’t touch them without recoiling. They were rotting inside of him before he wrote them down. The crowd tries to ingest ideas that they don’t understand, and their bodies spasm like they’re rejecting a transfusion.

Letting Aaron bow his head over his guitar and streak through the chords he wrote to accompany one of his breakdowns is one of the ugliest things Andrew has ever allowed to happen.

He thinks about putting the words in Neil’s mouth and it makes his fists clench around his sticks.

He kicks into overdrive until his wrists strain and sweat gets in his eyes, and then he hammers his way through the line up of drums, looking for a crash big enough to punch his eardrums out, to shriek with feedback and blow out the sound system.

The song screams to a close, fans clap and call for more, Kevin drinks vodka from a plastic tumbler, Nicky keeps curtseying to get the audience to laugh. Neil peers up at them with his shirt falling down all over again, grey fabric patched with humidity and spilled liquor.

Andrew thinks, bleak, flushed down to his wrists, I brought this on myself.

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i hate you, (but of course) i love you

pairing: jeon jungkook | reader
genre:
exes au / fluff with a dash of angst
warnings:
alcohol mention & cursing
word count:
10,049
description:
waking up hungover is bad enough, but considering jungkook’s record of drunken mishaps, his worst (and best) experience is being handcuffed to his ex, Y/N.
author’s note: let me just say a huge thank you to @tendershepherd for reading this over and always encouraging my endless amount of jungkook ideas that i’m slowly starting to write <3

Originally posted by sooyoungspark


With light filtering between the half-drawn blinds, Jungkook’s brain has already begun the process in waking him from glorious slumber. Summer time has always been a blessing and curse because with far too much freedom in those three months without homework or group projects, he’s left with nothing but to indulge in random festivities with his friends that only leave him hungover or even more exhausted than his body can keep up with. And yet, the moment his body is sure it’s awake, he feels a pounding from the confines of his skull. This telltale sign is more than enough to tell him what he did, though the moment he tries to turn over, there’s a tug of tension at his wrist. Sirens are ringing in his head, and it isn’t just from his brain enacting revenge for last night’s stupidity. Worst of all, from the warmth of soft flesh beside him, he’s certain that he’s not the only one in the bed.

Fuckfuckfuck, he repeats like his own personal mantra. It offers no comfort, of course, but he slowly eases himself into turning toward his partner. The words still echo in his mind as he does so.

His head is still pounding, but his own breath catches halfway past his lips as soon as he realizes who’s in his bed—Y/N.

From the tufts of hair peeking out of his light blue comforter, the unruly locks that never seemed to obey even when you tried your best to tame it, to the way you snuggled deep into the plush comfort of the mattress. He used to swear you only loved him for that damn thing, and yet that was exactly two months ago. He still knows Y/N better than anyone who’s slept in this bed with him—the number itself is still pretty small—he just can’t help the panic that seems to cross his mind.

Did we…?

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anonymous asked:

Random teen Au Idea: the losers are all at Richies house and they decide to play a drinking game. It’s all fun until they realize Eddie hasn’t drank before. So they find out he can’t really hold his booze. He kinda dozes off. Richie let’s Eddie have his bed and makes a bed on the floor. When he comes back up with pillows Eddie makes him lay with him. Turns out Eddie is clingy when drunk and cuddles Richie all night. Mumbling things like “I love you” (andrichieishearingallofthisforthefirsttime)

ok so. i wrote a dumb lil thing for this. and by that i mean i wrote 3.4k of nonsense that have literally no point but anyway this was just rlly cute and i love drunk eddie so! here’s this. (i kinda changed it up a lil hope thats ok)

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it’s finally time to publicly post my contribution to the @sterekzine!!! i had a bitch of a time fitting this into 2.5k, lol, but i managed it in the end and had a lot of fun doing it. it’s silly and ridiculous and i love it XD

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Stiles is dating a mobster. Or a gang member. Mafia man? Crime lord?

Whatever. He doesn’t know exactly what terminology to use because Derek has  never outright confirmed it, but it’s so obvious. Stiles’ boyfriend is definitely a part of some sketchy underground syndicate of criminal activity and it’s like he isn’t even trying to hide it.




Stiles tabbed out barely an hour after he’d gotten to the club. He’d thought that, being new to the city, going out clubbing at the hottest joint in town would be a good way to meet people in the area, but all he’d gotten were a few appreciative looks and two polite brush-offs. At this rate, he figured he might as well go back to his apartment where the booze was cheaper.

He made it three blocks before someone jumped out of an alley at him. It was a blur of movement, a burst of sound, a jolt of adrenaline and, you know, this was exactly the kind of shit his dad had warned him about when he’d said he wanted to move to the big city. He really should listen to his dad more often.

Stiles had never been mugged before so he wasn’t entirely sure of the protocol, but he thought a little panicking was understandable and even warranted. There was a lot of yelling and some waving around of what might’ve been a weapon—it was too dark to really see—and then, quite unexpectedly, there was a wall of leather in Stiles’ field of vision.

It was a leather-clad back, broad and muscled, and it belonged to the single most intimidating man Stiles had ever laid eyes on. Absolutely gorgeous, Stiles discovered when the man shot a glance back at him, but definitely intimidating with his chiseled jaw and painted-on stubble and thick eyebrows pulled down in a scowl that could make a stone bleed just by looking at it.

He sounded calm, though, when he said: “You should rethink this course of action.”

If Stiles had been slightly less terrified, he might’ve laughed. He sort of wanted to laugh anyway, but that was probably just a bout of hysteria. His attacker didn’t laugh, though. He sneered and said, “Who are you supposed to be?”

Leather Guy shrugged. “I’m a Hale,” he said. “I’m sure you’ve heard of my mother, Talia.”

The names meant nothing to Stiles, but the mugger hesitated. Weapon of indeterminate lethality still in hand, he bounced on his heels a bit like he was contemplating making a move on them anyway, even if he was risking Talia Hale’s apparent wrath.

Before he could make a decision, there were footsteps from the other end of the alley. Stiles peeked over Leather Guy’s shoulder to see three more people, dramatically silhouetted by the streetlamps’ glow; two men and a woman. All wearing leather jackets. What the hell was this, some kind of fashion statement? A uniform?

Whatever it was, the mugger clearly deemed it too much. He dropped his weapon and held up his hands in surrender. Stiles’ knight in black leather scooped up the weapon—a knife, as it turned out—and flipped it over in his hand, then jerked his head at the mugger dismissively.

The mugger took off running, scraping his back along the wall to avoid the others when they didn’t move out of his way.

Leather Guy watched him go, then turned back to Stiles. Goddamn it, his smile was as intimidating as his muscles and twice as attractive.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Stiles said with a dry mouth. “Thanks for that.”

An arm was suddenly thrown over Stiles’ shoulder, making him jump.

“Don’t worry, kid,” the woman from the alley mouth said, a sharp grin on her red lips. “We got your back.”

Leather Guy nodded solemnly like it was some kind of promise, and as Stiles was led out of the alley by an escort of leather-wearing badasses, he had the very strong feeling that he’d just joined a gang.

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Kitten

Paring: Fratboy!Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,512

Summary: You run into your childhood neighbor at the mall who invites you to a party at his fraternity

A/N: This took me so long to finish sorry if it sucks


The mall was your favorite place to visit on the weekends. It was kind of like a game with you and your friends to see who could find the cutest guy. The lively atmosphere, the nameless strangers, the mall for some reason gave you an odd sense of confidence. You sipped on your strawberry smoothie, letting your eyes search the room, looking for your next target. Your friend, Joy, tapped your shoulder, “Oh, I think I’m gonna win the game today,” she whispered. She pointed as discreetly as possible (which was not at all) at a tall boy in a white hoodie and light wash jeans, and his face was all too familiar. You looked the boy up and down, “Joy, I think I know him,” you said not being able to tear your eyes away from him. “Well, what’re we doing sitting here then!? Let’s go talk to him!”

Before you could protest, Joy was dragging you by your hand halfway across the food court. You locked eyes with the boy, and it seemed he recognized you as well. You now stood directly in front of him, “Jungkook? Is that really you?” You asked in awe. There was no way this was the boy you lived next to for three years during elementary school. “The one and only,” he said sarcastically. His hair was darker than you remembered, and his smile was much more wicked. “You’ve gotten so much taller,” you giggled. You tucked your hair behind your ear, finding it near impossible to keep eye contact. “And more handsome, right?” His voice was deep, and he used a cocky tone you weren’t use to. This was definitely not the Jungkook you knew. You nodded your head, not knowing how to respond to his question, he was right. “You’ve definitely gotten hotter, (Y/ N). We should catch up sometime,” he said letting his eyes roam your body one more time. He nonchalantly stuffed his left hand into his hoodie pocket, running his other hand through his dark hair, “My frats having a party tonight, you and your friend want to come?” You looked over at Joy for help, you didn’t know what came over you, but you suddenly found it hard to talk. “Yes, (Y/N), and I would love that,” Joy looked at you, you avoided her gaze, but you could feel her eyes burning holes into your body. “Great, it’s a costume party. Give me your phone so I can give you my number.” You reacted all to quickly, eager to do whatever he said for some unknown reason. You placed your phone in the palm of his hand and watched as his long fingers typed his number in. “I texted myself hope you don’t mind, (Y/N). I’ll text you the address, but I gotta go buy booze. So, I’ll see you two at the party,” he smiled at you before turning walking towards the exit, “Oh, and wear something sexy,” he added.

You watched the way his timberlands hit the white tile floor, the way he walked, the way he held himself, everything was different. He talked with confidence, and he had a permanent smirk on his face, he was a completely new person from the insecure nerd you use to know.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Joys hand make contact with your shoulder. You winced at the minor sting, pretending like it really hurt, “What was that for!” You screamed out, but tried to not cause a scene. “He was hitting on you and you could barely say a word! You better talk to him tonight, (Y/N). I think he likes you,” Joy snapped, walking out of the food court towards the actual retailers. “I’m sorry okay, I was a little distracted. He’s nothing like I remembered,” you shook your head, adjusting the strap of your bag. “Where the fuck are we going to get costumes from is the real question. It’a March! Nowhere sells costumes! And we can’t order anything online, we don’t have time to,” you groaned. Your mind drew a blank thinking about what you could do to meet the dress code of the party. “These frat boys are getting smarter and smarter, (Y/N). The only place that sell costumes his time of year are lingerie shops.” Joy said walking into the lingerie store.

The store walls were a light dusty pink and it smells heavily of cheap perfume. Everything was accented in shades of gray and whites, and the pieces shown on the mannequins left near to nothing to the imagination. You cursed under your breath wondering if there’d be anything semi-appropriate. “I don’t think I’ve ever bought actual lingerie in my life,” you confessed feeling intimidated by all of the risqué undergarments. Joy seemed unphased by it all, she continued to walk through the store as if she owned it. She found a few items that could work, but you were thankful when a sales associate approached you. “Here try this on, sweetie.” The busty blonde reached you a silk black slip, “You could do this and I may have something in the back to tie it all together. Hold on,” she scurried to the back of the store. The blonde walked out with her head held high, and her hands behind her back. “Cat ears!” She screamed, sounding very pleased with her find, “It ties the whole look together. Don’t you think?” You agreed with her, it was exactly what you needed to make the outfit costume like.

The two of you went your separate ways after purchasing the slip slips and costume pieces. You found yourself not doing too good of a job focusing on the road, your mind kept taking you back to your encounter with Jungkook at the mall. It was short and sweet, you barely talked to him. So why did your cheeks heat up at the thought of seeing him tonight. He’s the same person who you use to carpool with to school, who you even once had a sleepover with, so why did he have such an effect on you. He had finally grew into himself, he was taller than you now and those years away from you had surely done him good. His features were sharp but youthful, he was just as charismatic as ever. But his whole entire demeanor was different.

You thankfully made it to your home safely, even though you could barley concentrate on driving. You threw the plastic shopping bags onto the floor, contemplating on whether or not to even go. You’d be self conscious wearing an outfit like that, you shook your head at the thought of agreeing to the party. Your phone vibrated in your back pocket, you checked it to see you had a message from Jungkook who had stored himself in there. ‘Party’s at 10, babe. See you then.’ You could imagine the smug look on his face as he sent that message. You wondered what happened to Jungkook to make him change so drastically from the sweet boy you knew him as.

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Yours and Joys outfits were almost passible for real costumes. It looked like you both were trying way too hard to try to look good for a bunch of frat boys. Your black silk slip was identical to Joy’s white one. While you wore cat ears, Joy had somehow managed to find a pair of wings, making her an angel. You felt so silly walking into the frat, but Joy forced you in.

The frat house looked like any other one, nothing out of the ordinary. The cream colored walls had been trashed with multi colored spray paint you assumed the boys had done. They’d have fun cleaning that up tomorrow. The air reeked of weed, sweat, and alcohol. Your eyes looked around in awe, it had been awhile since the last time you came to one of these parties. You were thankful that you weren’t the only one here that wasn’t half dressed. It seemed a lot of the girls had the idea that you did, random animal ears ears. But you and Joy were probably the only two here in literal lingerie.

You tugged on the thin smooth material of your black slip, desperately trying to make it longer to cover more of your thigh. You thought about leaving the party all together, changing, and maybe, coming back here.

You felt your heart beat out of your chest as you suddenly lost your vision due to two hands being placed over your eyes. “Guess who,” a well known voice whispered in a playful tone. You shook your head and placed your hands over Jungkook’s “Good one, Jungkook.” Jungkook’s hands left your eyes, you blinked a few times your eyes adjusting to the quick contrast between light and dark.

You turned to face him, he had a single black stripe on each cheek. The navy and gold Notre Dame football jersey fitted his broad shoulders perfectly, and it was ungodly for the way those white pants he had on looked on his muscular thighs. You subconsciously parted your lips letting your tongue escape at the sight of how good he looked. “Like what you see, huh?” He cocked an eyebrow at you, letting out a deep chuckle. You rolled your eyes, he had caught you staring. “Because I like what I see, kitten,” Jungkook whispered into your ear. His hand gripped your hip roughly, pulling you closer to him. But with all honestly, you didn’t mind.

You placed your hand on his toned chest, “Oh please, Jungkook, were too close. We’ve known each other since pre-k,” you protested. Jungkook placed his other hand on the other side of your hip. His mouth curled into an a smirk that you had became quickly accustomed to, “Really? Because I don’t think we’re close enough.”

Suddenly the air was thick, and you were finding it hard to concentrate on anything other than Jungkook’s lips. “Now, I could ask you to dance or if you wanted a drink, but I think we both know what actually I want,” he growled into your ear. Your hands instinctively hooked around Jungkook’s neck, and he lowered his face to yours. Your eyes drifted back and forth from his eyes to his pink lips. Jungkook wasted little to no time, his hands moved your hips to your barely covered ass. He brought his mouth to yours, surprisingly easing you into the kiss. His tongue swiped at your mouth asking for entrance, which you gladly gave him. Now he was rougher, his tongue easily dominated yours, taking the lead. His hands gave your ass a hard squeeze, causing you to yelp, managing to turn a few heads.

You were suddenly reminded of your surroundings and could feel eyes on you and Jungkook. He seemed unbothered by the people looking, as if it was something that happened often. You broke the kiss, “Let’s go upstairs to somewhere more private,” you whispered into his ear, your hands moving from his neck to his chest.

“Whatever you say, kitten,” he complied. He laced his fingers into yours and led you up the stairs, looking back at you and your your swollen lips every so often.

He brought you into a room that you assumed was his own. He let go of your hand, shutting the door and pushing you onto the wall, “You’re bolder than I remember you being,” Jungkook chuckled. Jungkook’s lips molded perfectly into yours. His mouth left a trail of wet kisses on your neck, causing you to let out a breathy moan. “Yeah, well, everybody changes,” you managed to breathe out.

Jungkook’s hand hiked up the smooth material of your slip. His hands ran along your velvety skin, taking his time feeling every curve and indentation of your body. He pushed your underwear to aside and ran his finger up and down your wet slit. “You’re so wet for me already, kitten. Show me how much you want my cock,” he groaned.

He brought his finger up to his mouth, sucking your juices off of it. You backed Jungkook up towards the bed. You playfully pushed him onto the bed, you were in control now. Jungkook laid back relaxed with his hands behind the nape of his neck, waiting patiently for you to do something about his throbbing member in his pants. You brought your mouth to his neck, your hot mouth sucked harshly, attempting to leave a mark on his soft skin. You hooked your fingers at the bottom of his jersey tugging at the material in attempts to get it off. He helped you by lifting his body off the bed, pulling it off himself. You lowered your mouth down to right above his white pants, leaving a sloppy trail of love bites all down his lower stomach.

You pulled down his pants and boxers painfully slowly. Your hand reached for his throbbing member, pumping up and down. You changed your grip every so often making him buck his hips up craving more. You dipped your tongue into the slit of his cock, lapping at the pre cum as I it was candy. You dropped your head down sucking harshly, one of your hands rested on his hip and you dug your nails slightly into the unmarked skin. He hissed at the action, “Fuck, (Y/N), just like that.” You continued to move your head up and down. You swallowed around his cock, causing you to suck harder on his member.

You lifted your head up attempting to catch your breath, his dark hooded eyes looked at yours. His hands grabbed your wrists and pulled you onto his sweaty chest. He kissed you again, his hands laced in your hair. He pulled away abruptly, “Lay down, kitten,” he commanded.

You laid all too eagerly on the bed, pressing your thighs together to create any kind of friction to try and soothe the ache between your legs. Jungkook’s hands pried your thighs apart, and swiftly pulled your black slip of and removed the black panties off your body, allowing him to get a good look at your womanhood. His fingers teased your entrance, threatening to push two fingers in at any moment. “Please, Jungkook. I can’t wait any longer,” you mewled bucking your hips closer to his fingers.

Jungkook slipped two digits into you, pumping in and out vigorously. You shut your eyes at the pleasure that his fingers were bringing you. You brought your hand down to your sex, rubbing your clit. You arched your back off the bed, Jungkook’s free hand placed over yours, “Don’t touch yourself unless I say to. If you disobey me again, I just might have to punish you,” Jungkook growled still pumping his fingers into you.

You removed your hand, not sure what to to do with your hands now. You clutched the soft material of the comforter on the bed and squinted your eyes at the pleasure that Jungkook’s long fingers were bringing you. “Are you ready for my cock, kitten?” Jungkook asked, removing his fingers. You whimpered from the loss of contact, your legs beginning to ache again for more. “Yes, please. Please, Jungkook, fuck me already,” you pleaded.

His brought his face up to yours, his dark eyes staring into your own. He smirked and flipped you over onto your stomach with ease. He grabbed your hips roughly pulling you onto your knees. You poked your ass up in the air, begging for Jungkook to fuck you senseless. Your hands held you up and you turned your head to look at Jungkook. He was positioning his length at your womanhood, he teasingly ran his cock up and down your slip, covering it in his juices. You looked away, bracing yourself for the feeling of bliss that was about to come.

He thrusted his member into you without warning, causing you to yelp. He pounded into you mercilessly, his thick cock hitting all the right spots. A few deep moans escaped his lips. “Do you like how my cock fills you up, (Y/N)?” he rasped out. A moan escaped your parted lips as you tried to gather your thoughts to say anything, “Your cock is so big, Jungkook. Fuck me harder,” you begged bouncing your ass back and forth to meet his rough thrusts.

Jungkook’s hands gripped your hips, helping guide you to bounce on his cock. You bit your lip trying to suppress a loud moan. However, Jungkook, did not hold back. His thrusting got faster, which seemed nearly impossible as grunts and moans left his lips. His brought his hand to your clit, rubbing it in circles still managing to keep a fast pace, determined to make you finish first. The feeling of his cock filling you up and the sound of your skin slapping together was pushing you further and further onto the edge. “Oh my god, Jungkook!” You screamed, “I’m cumming!” He flipped you back over so that way your back was laying flat on the bed, still thrusting into you. His lips found their way back to your neck, biting into the your slightly sweaty skin. Your fingers raked down his back, “Cum for me, kitten. Cum all over my cock,” Jungkook whispered into your ear.

You closed your eyes, this time digging your nails into his back as he brought you to your orgasm. He groaned at the mixture between the pain of your nails but also because of the intense pleasure he was feeling. His pace slowed down some, but his thrusts got harder. He closed his eyes, feeling his orgasm nearing. He pulled out of you, taking his glistening cock in between his hands. He pumped fast, throwing his head back moaning. Without warning he shot his hot load onto your stomach, his chest heavily rising and falling. He pumped a few more times, relieving himself of everything. Your hands rested on your breasts, trying to catch your breath.

Jungkook’s fingers collected the cum that he released onto your stomach. He brought them up to your mouth, “Suck,” he commanded. You lifted your head and opened your mouth, taking his fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean. “Good Kitten,” he nodded his head approvingly.

Jungkook collapsed beside you catching his breath and collecting his thoughts. You ran your hands through your slightly damp sweat laced hair, and sat up. Your eyes searched the room for your excuse of a costume, ready to get home. You got up off the now messy bed, and bent down to collect your underwear and slip. Jungkook whistled, clapping his hands as you did so. You rolled your eyes changing into your clothes. You flipped your hair over your shoulder grabbing your phone to text Joy. “Where are you headed to, (Y/N)?” Jungkook asked. You managed to find both of the shoes that you had kicked off at separate sides of the room, “It’s late, I’ve gotta get home before my mom notices I snuck out.” Jungkook propped himself up on the bed, “Oh, so you snuck out to see me?” He asked cockily. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you lied to him, “I came here because I like parties.” Jungkook laughed laying back down flat on the bed, “Yeah, okay. That’s very convincing, (Y/N).” You shook your head, “Believe what you want, but I really do have to go,” you said walking towards the door placing your hand on the cold metal knob. “Wait, walk over here for a second,” Jungkook called out. You turned around, you were ready to leave, but you did what he said curious as to what it was about.

You stood in front of the bed, this time you were looking down at him. “Closer,” he commanded. You neared your body down to where his was, his hands laced themselves into his hair pulling you into a kiss. It was quick and meaningless, but a sign of affection for sure, “You’re definitely invited to the next party. Text me when you get home,” he said placing his hands behind his neck, watching you as you walked away.

You hurried down the stairs and fixed the cat heard on your head and tried to smooth your hair. You texted Joy to meet you by her car. She was outside in ten minutes, your feet felt like the were frozen. “If you were going to take so long you should’ve told me! I’ve just about froze to death,” you complained. Joy scuffed unlocking the car, “Just get in the car.” You gladly did what she said, instantly turning the heat on. “So, did you get what you came to the party for?” Joy questioned. You had a smug smile on your face, “Maybe,” you cooed. She took her eyes off the road for a slip second and looked over at your smirking face, “Details, oh my god!” She screamed. “Okay, I’ll tell you everything,” you started, “when we get to my place.”


- Luxe🍬👑

“You’re staring at Mister Vimes, Reg.”

“Am I?” Reg asks, eyes fixed on Vimes’ back as he speaks to some new recruits.

“Yes Reg,” Nobby says. “You’re staring, Reg. Why’re you staring?”

“He… just reminds me of someone, sometimes. The Commander.”

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He’s twenty-five and he’s standing on top of the barricades, flag in his hands and pure defiance in his voice.

He’s twenty-five and he should be dead, is dying, blood gushing from more wounds than he can count but he’s still crawling forwards, still fighting, propelled by nothing but willpower and conviction because he will. Not. Give. Up.

He’s twenty-five – but is he, still? – and fresh air washes over his face, not quite ridding him of the taste of mud and dirt still filling his mouth.

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Cas isn’t normally a drunkard. At all. Only when circumstances really demand it that he must become, as they say, ‘wasted’, and he seeks to apply the distraction methods Dean taught him to forget about how awful he’s feeling for a while.

Like right now, watching Dean flirt with the pretty lady with the long legs and sultry smirk. Cas knows she has long legs and a sultry smirk because that’s what caught Dean’s attention. She’s also blonde and approachable, with her hearty, infectious laughter and she’s basically everything Cas is not. Only natural that Dean feels drawn to her.

“I’ll kick his ass, just say the word,” A voice somewhere at Castiel’s periphery interrupts his brooding observations. A quick look to the side confirms the speaker’s identity as Sam faster than Cas’ brain cells are situationally able to, but it also results in making his head swim unpleasantly. He frowns.

“Whose ass?”

Sam cants his head into the direction of his brother who is still in deep conversation with Long Legs. Must be very interesting, what she has to say.

Cas shakes off this train of thoughts and decides to answer Sam instead. Which isn’t easier since he has not much of a clue what he’s talking about. “Why would I want you to 'kick’ his 'ass’?”

Sam widens his eyes comically, a deliberately worn facial expression of Sam’s that aims at showing his judgmental disbelief, as Cas has come to realize after all the years of spending time with him and the corresponding attempts at categorizing his moods.

“Uh, I don’t know, maybe because you two are dating?”

Cas turns back to the depths of his glass, but it’s empty again, so he gestures to the bartender for a refill. “We’re not 'dating’,” he clarifies. “We have an arrangement of mutual benefit that does not extend to outside the bedroom.” The bartender is taking an irritatingly long time. Cas taps his fingers on the bar top, decidedly ignoring the mix of male and female giggling that comes from near the pool table. “Dean can do whatever he wants.”

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Retainers (Peter Parker X Teen!Reader)

Characters: Peter Parker X Teen!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None

Request: Your writing is absolutely amazing, true works of art, so I was hoping you would make another one 😊 could you write something of Peter x teenage!reader (platonic or romantic) where there are both Avengers in training living in the Avengers tower, and they are both in braces stage where they wear their retainers at night. Then they get called out for a mission in the middle of the night, and forget to take them off, and the rest of the team sort of jokes around with them? Thank you!!


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“Hey kids, it’s time for bed.” Tony commented at you and Peter, who had snuggled into the couch opposite. It was the aftermath of a weekend party, thrown by none other than Tony, and like tradition, the avengers stayed later for an after party, though it was more of a small get together with a lot of booze.

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Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman

Requested. [I feel like this was awful, because I struggle with comedy. But I tried]

Song or Quote : “I’m not a damsel, not tonight at least.” & “ Do you even watch the news? Come on, I’m Spider-Man. You know, stringing up criminals and saving damsels?“

“What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ all by yourself in these mean ole streets, huh?” 

[Y/N]’s head swiveled to her left, stepping sideways off the sidewalk to get out of reach. She narrowed her eyes, this guy looked like trouble and reeked of cheap booze and menthol. “Going home.” 

The way his eyes raked over her, made [Y/N] feel uneasy. She knew her time was coming to cross paths with the crooks of the city. It had only been a little less than a month since she had moved here. But, [Y/N] could bet that walking home alone in the dark was the sure way to come across one. 

He smirked towards her, his teeth oddly glistening in the flickering street light. “Takin’ some late night pilate classes?” The man’s eyes skimmed over her gym bag that was slung over her body, “What kind of goods you got in there, hon?”  

If asked what her worst trait would be, it would be that she was extremely outspoken. She always struggled to keep her mouth shut in situations that called for it to stay closed. This was one of those times that she blatantly ignored her better judgement. Squinting her eyes, she cocked a brow. “I don’t know what I’m more shocked about. The fact that you believe that you’ll be able to mug me or the fact that you know what pilates is.” Taking a step back when he stepped forward, she narrowed her eyes. “And if you must know, I take mixed martial arts, so believe me when I say despite the vast height and weight difference between us, I could kick your ass with my eyes closed.” 

“You a bit ballsy, ain’t you?” He growled while he cracked his fingers, “I’m going to make you eat those words that’s been comin’ out that pretty little mouth.” 

[Y/N], you should probably stop while you’re ahead. Gasping like she was scared, her hands flew to her mouth. Pretending to shake, she squealed out. “Oh no, oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. Please, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean any of that. Oh, please don’t hurt me.” Or not

Before the mugger could respond, the sound of laughing made them both jump. Searching in the dark to find the source of laughter, they finally looked up to the fire escape of the closest building. Standing on the railing, with one hand propped up against the bricked building, the other was placed on his stomach while he was bent over still laughing. 

“Oh man, I just love sarcasm.” He laughed, “It’s like punching someone in the face but with words.” 

[Y/N] squinted her eyes, who the fuck

Before she could get the chance to ask, the mugger growled out in anger. “And just what the hell are you supposed to be?” 

“Ditto,” she muttered. 

Jumping from the fire escape, he landed gracefully in front of them. Shrugging his shoulders, “Do you even watch the news?” Whoever the masked man was, sounded incredibly insulted. Groaning, he shook his head. “Come on, I’m Spiderman. You know stringing up criminals and saving damsels?” Leaning against the mugger, [Y/N] could only assume he winked in her direction while he clicked his tongue and pointed towards her.

"I’m not a damsel, not tonight at least.” She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, “This guy’s a joke, I could take him with or without you.” Seriously, [Y/N]? Do you ever think before you speak? It’s called a goddamn filter.

Spiderman shook his head, “Man, she’s a little feisty.” Looking up at the mugger, he snickered. “Isn’t she?” 

“Get your damn hands off me.” The guy yelled, slinging Spiderman off his shoulder, he pulled a knife out from his jacket. “Come on Spiderman let’s see what you got kid.” 

Spiderman chuckled, “Funny you mention the whole kid thing because this kid is going to kick your ass, dude.” Flicking his wrist, a web shot out and landed onto the mugger’s hand with the knife. Flicking his wrist again, he webbed the knife out his hand. “Oh shame you don’t have that anymore.” 

[Y/N] yelped slightly, “Yo, is that stuff coming out of you?!”

“What? No! Ugh, I made it.” He groaned, looking down at his hands, he started moving them towards the device on his wrist. “I engineered it to-” Getting cut off by the mugger yanking back on the web, Spiderman flew forward. Before he made it close enough for the mugger to grab him, he shot out another web and stopped himself. Chuckling, “You’re going to have to do better than that if you want to get me.” 

“You some piece of work kid.” The mugger growled. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He snorted. 

[Y/N] felt sort of freaked out. Biting her lip, she tried to process what was going on. First, she decides to walk home alone, in the dark from the gym. Then, a creepy man stops her when she passes an alley. Next, she decides to be mouthy because she’s always been that way. And now, a man kid person in a spandex suit was trying to save her. “Is this? Is this,” moving her hand in their direction, she raised a brow, “normal?” 

Spiderman glanced in her direction before webbing the guy up against the building, pointing at him, he scolded. “Don’t steal, the Government doesn’t like competition.” Turning towards [Y/N], he casually walked towards her. “Is what normal?” 

“That….this whole thing? I mean is this normal?” She motioned towards his suit and then the web. “Is it normal for a kid vigilante to be running the streets at night in spandex?” 

“Don’t insult the suit, man.” Spiderman ran his hand down his torso, “This is a one of a kind.” 

Squinting her eyes, she muttered, “I don’t doubt that.” 

He tossed his head, shaking his head. Looking back towards her, he fake gasped. “I’m sorry, did I just roll my eyes out loud?”

“I can’t even see your eyes!” 

“Stop insulting me.”

Feeling frustrated, “I’m not insulting you, I’m describing you!” 

Before Spiderman could have a chance to respond, the sound of heavy footsteps and chains rattling interrupted their small argument. Instinctively, he stepped protectively in front of [Y/N]. 

“What the hell is going on out there?” A voice yelled from the alley.

Tony, get your ass out here and get me down!” The mugger yelled.

“Hey, I know a Tony.” He looked over towards [Y/N] nodding. “He’s a good friend-” stopping short, they both gulped at the sight of the stacked guy emerging from the alley with heavy artillery. “That….that um, that is not the same Tony I know.” Turning around, he shot webbing towards [Y/N], pulling her in close, he whispered, “Hold on.” 

“I’m sorry, do what?”

With no response, they were both zipping through the air. [Y/N] could feel her heart leaping out of her mouth when her eyes adjusted to the height at which they were flying at. Yelping, she held on tight and closed her eyes. She felt like they were in the air for hours but that was due to the fact that she was incredibly terrified of heights. 

Once she felt solid ground on under her feet, she retracted herself from the kid and fell to the ground. Her chest was heaving from her adrenaline coursing through her body. “Why did you think that was a good idea?” 

“I mean it was either run away or be shot and I’ve got a lot of life to live so I ran with option B.” Sitting on the ground in front of her, he chuckled, “And normally my problem is that I have really fantastic bad ideas.” 

Clutching her chest to try to slow down her heart rate, she flickered him a look. “Like dressing up in spandex and looking for trouble?” Taking a deep breath, she sighed. “Shouldn’t you be playing video games or hooking up with girls after curfew?” 

Spiderman reached up to the scratch the back of his head, wanting to laugh at how ridiculous the last part sounded. If only this girl knew who he was under his mask. “Yeah the thing about that is I don’t know how to act my age because I’ve never been this age before.” 

Standing up, she dusted herself off. “Right.” Looking around her to make sure nothing fell out of her bag, she looked at the masked hero. “I guess I should thank you for saving me.” 

Standing up, he shook his head. “It’s not really a problem. It’s what I do.” 

“I suppose so.” Chewing on her lip, “Who are you? I mean I know your Spiderman, but you’ve got have a face under that mask.” 

Stepping backwards, he chuckled. “I’m just your friendly neighborhood Spiderman.” Slinging a web, he saluted. “I’ll see you around.” And then he was off, leaving [Y/N] staring after him. Maybe moving to this city wasn’t so bad. 

Hotel Revenge.

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Last Thursday was quite the doozy of a shift.

Right off the bat, I came in to a shady-looking couple hassling the new girl. The moment I came in, she said “There’s my supervisor he can help you.” Which I couldnt. They were trying to use someone else’s card with no ID or way for the person on the card to come in and sign. Not even a means to contact them. So all the fraud red flags went, and I refuse to rent to them.

The two leave in a huff. Soon as she leaves, I get slammed with a 20 room wedding block, and a few walk-in road crews checking in at the same time. The crews were guys we’d been housing for months now, so they had everything ready. And the wedding block was easy enough as well.

But then came The ex-cops.. Suffice to say I should have put them on the Do Not Rent List.

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This was taken with Robert’s mobile on his birthday on Mauritius. And yes, the flower chains are kinda out of place and Robert’s shirt is horrific. Liv is very proud of her presents :)