my hair is so long it looks like a weird bowl cut

I have this weird little headcanon that living as a civilian in achievement city isn’t… that bad? like,

the fahc are borderline insane with the heists they pull, stealing from every bank in the city and getting away in absurdly painted cars. decked out in weird outfits that are always so pristine despite the fact that they seem to wear it all. the time.

it becomes normal to hear laughter on top of the engines of motorcycles, or to see a helicopter swerving madly in the sky as it threads through skyscrapers while getting away from the police.

achievement city’s organizations, the little ngos that try to make it better, receive donations on the regular, any truly innocent person doesn’t stay missing for very long - always returned home with an unbelievable story to tell

(it was the vagabond, I swear - skull and all - he came for me)

you see the golden boy shopping at calvin klein and all he does is hold up two shirts when you stare, asking which looks better? before you hear sirens in the distance. he says I guess both is fine, shoving them in his bag and escapes out the back door, slipping a few hundreds into one of the retail employee’s jean pockets on the way

a mugger pushes you into an alley with a gun to your back and you barely get a word out before you hear a knock that shit off and they’re shoved off you by the jersey devil, more annoyed than anything else. the mugger gawks and runs off and you’re still frozen as the curly haired criminal brushes off your shoulders with a stern stay safe out here

you’re sitting under a tree at the park one afternoon and the kingpin walks up to you, asking mind if I join you? you nod meekly and he plants himself down beside you, pulling out a book of his own, occasionally asking what was happening in yours and leaving you with some recommendations when it was time to go heist

a job is pulled off near your work and roads are crammed with police and traffic, every person within a 100m radius being questioned. the next day you walk in to a fully catered lunch, a small note placed on top reading sorry about the mess - beardo

the self-proclaimed rimmy tim shows up to the bowling alley, cowboy hat and all, and smiles kindly to the teenager working behind the counter while paying for a game. he grabs the lane next to you, saying watch this, and throws the ball in the gutter

and it really was the vagabond breaking down the door that locked you in after what seemed to be like endless gunfire from the main floor, cutting off your restraints and letting you hold onto him on his motorcycle as he drives back to the city, stopping in an abandoned parking lot and offering to walk you home from there

because it’s an unspoken rule of the underground to keep civilians out of it, and you better believe that ramsey enforces it. the little boy who grew up watching the people he knew disappear, swearing on his heart that he’d do whatever he could to change that, even if his methods were a bit unorthodox

then when you post it online later, you get the expected amount of disbelief and yeah right’s, but then you get a comment - fun, but maybe let’s not do that again - v

anonymous asked:

do you have any stranger things/it crossover headcanons?

- bev would befriend el without hesitation. she’d think she was the most precious thing on earth

- okay but mike and dustin would be best friends? like mike would tell dustin about derry’s history and dustin would just talk about all the weird shit that happens in hawkins

- eddie and will friendship, my two smol beans

- richie and mike not getting along because richie keeps cracking jokes at his bowl cut or saying nancy is hot and mike just not taking this kid’s shit

- lucas and stan gushing over bird watching and D&D

- joyce would become bev’s mother figure fight me on this

- and hopper would basically become bill and georgie’s father figure

- eleven staring at richie sometimes because he looks so much like mike and richie just winking at her to make her blush

- eddie loves that he and eleven looks so similar when she grows her hair out, plus he enjoys how quiet she is and that she’s so curious about all his medication and his cast

- “your arm? whats wrong with it?”

- “its a long story, el”

- richie nicknaming eleven ‘ellie’ because it rhymes with ‘eddie’ and mike is fuming over that because she loves it now

- nancy having to put up with richie flirting with her 24/7

- ‘what’s cookin, good lookin?’

- ‘mike, get your twin away from me!’

- ben and jonathan are both into photography and they basically become joined at the hip and jonathan takes ben to the school’s photo studio and all the picturesque places in hawkins

- looks like babysitter steve has 7 more children to take care of

- max and bev are basically sisters the moment they meet because they’re both tom boys, plus they both fawn over each other’s hair

- bill and mike would be best buds too, they’re basically the same person 

- will having to put up with richie’s flirting as well, just because it pisses mike off to no end

- ben and dustin bromance

- mike and mike both making everyone fucking confused because of their names

- ‘hey, mike?’

- ‘yeah?’ ‘yeah?’

- steve would basically pull his hair out having to deal with mike and richie’s constant bickering, dustin and stan’s heated arguments over D&D lore, max, bev and eleven teaming up and pranking the others, eddie and will ignoring the others and going into the corner to draw together, mike, bill and ben all giving different (and ridicilous) advice to lucas on how to ask max out on a date

- dustin would tell the losers about max’s high score on dig dug and you can bet your ass richie bet her everything he had that he would beat her

- he didnt, and he lost $15 to lucas

- jonathan and nancy babysit georgie together and they basically turn into his adoptive parents they’re so good with him

- the losers take the stranger kids to the quarry and they all take turns jumping in together, eleven shows off her powers by making loser mike float, she also splashes richie whenever he goes too far with teasing her mike

- swear down stan develops a little crush on mike because he looks like richie but acts like bill and he’s a goner

- they all have a huge sleepover in mike’s basement and richie and mike end up bonding over star wars and they soon become best fucking friends and talk about el and eddie until dawn because they’re both so in love

anonymous asked:

can you write a lil bit, like head canons, or whatever form takes your fancy, on autistic kara?

eliza doesn’t know what she’s facing here, other than a small alien girl who clings to her cousins hand.

her cousin, who didn’t even stay to help her settle in.

he had called ahead, asked them to take her and as soon as the girl - kara, the only word she responds to - had taken a step toward them, toward the house, he had flown away.

eliza understands, in a way. but her understanding is only a very small part of her, and the rest is so angry on kara’s behalf. because kara never gets angry. she just stares around with wide, solemn eyes and accepts whatever happens next. sit here, stay there, move here, don’t do that…she just nods and follows the directions and eliza is afraid to push because this girl witnessed something that eliza cannot fathom. but something clark said had stuck and eliza can’t help but want to figure it out.

“it wasn’t supposed to be this hard,” he had said over the phone. he sounded exhausted, upset yes but so exhausted. “it wasn’t - she’s not like me. it wasn’t like this for me, i don’t know how to help her. i don’t know how to reach her, make her understand. please, will you help me?”

help, at some point, evolved into “take her” and then she’s sitting at the end of the bed they squeezed into alex’s room, hands folded on her lap, bag at her feet.

he hadn’t even come inside.

she flinches every time someone takes a step and when jeremiah pushes open the window, the hinges screech and kara is gone. she’s so fast that eliza stands dazed until she thinks to look for her and they find her on the opposite end of the house, pressed into the corner, hands balled over her ears.

“ah jeez,” jeremiah sighs, and eliza leans back into his warm side, stares across at her. “what are we going to do?”

“whatever we can.”

he nods after a moment, wraps an arm around her waist. “introductions first?”

kara has eased her hands down and she stares at eliza’s feet when she steps forward. when eliza crouches in front of her, she stares at her own feet.

“kara.” she rocks back on her feet. eliza quietens her voice as much as she can. “my name is eliza. do you understand?” she waits, and waits, and when the floorboards creak under her husbands feet, she shakes her head and he doesn’t say whatever he was going to say. they wait a little more and then, finally, kara meets her eyes.

“eliza. jeremiah.”

her voice is thin. a whisper, but if a whisper had less heft.

eliza counts the introductions as a victory, again when kara says “alex” without prompting when she walks into the room, and they celebrate with cookies because eliza doesn’t know any thirteen year olds who don’t like chocolate chip cookies.


“alex,” kara says when she steps into the room, and alex rolls her eyes.

“still haven’t broken that habit, mom,” she calls out, and eliza looks up from the dining table, pages strewn across it, and nods. “are we going to work on that or what? time to deprogram the bug.”

“while i am very pleased to see you’re learning something useful at school, kara is not a robot, alex, so be nice.”

“she’s kind of a robot. follows specific orders, organises stuff, talks weird.”

“if you can’t be helpful, alexandra, you can go to your room.”

alex falls silent. eliza returns to her work. jeremiah steps into the room and kara says “jeremiah”, and eliza looks up to meet her daughters rather insistent ‘i told you so’ eyes.


“i don’t know what to tell you, dear,” martha says. there’s a cow mooing in the background. eliza stares out at the beach and reminds herself, even when one daughter can crumble the beach rocks to sand with a too strong sneeze and the other has taken to moods and glowers, that things could be worse and she could live on a farm. with those plastic boots. and cows. “clark was never like that. oh that poor dear, i can’t imagine…”

“but his powers, he didn’t get them until he was older,”

“he was always strong and remarkably resilient. always good for a new mother,” martha chuckles. “but around, oh, ten? he lifted the tractor up for his pop and things haven’t been the same since.”

“do you think she’s having trouble because it’s so new?”

“it’s possible. she did lose her family too, dear,” martha reminds her. “trauma like that does funny things to a person. but clark took to it all so easily, ‘cept for a few broken windows and scares. all this with your kara…i’m sorry it’s so hard, what with dealing with her little quirks,”

“sorry, martha,” eliza cuts her off. “i have to go - alex is using kara to weed the garden, this can’t end well.”

it doesn’t end as badly as she feared, but one of the bigger trees has been uprooted too, alex is grounded, and kara…kara doesn’t look upset at the idea that she did something wrong. she looks terrified. and she disappears, slowly, into the basement and curls her hands around her ears and it’s a very long time before she even seems to hear eliza, let alone listen to her.

she thinks about martha’s words when her knees click and the basement floor turns freezing and promptly ignores them. it’s no harder raising kara than it is with alex, just different. and she doesn’t want to speak ill about the other woman, clark is a good man, but he’s also a man who abandons his little cousin at a strangers house.

eliza wraps her arm around kara’s shoulder when she is allowed to, and presses a kiss to her head.


“they called it uwe wegh,” kara says softly to eliza one afternoon. alex is at a summer school - it involves a lot of dissection and playing with chemicals and alex comes home smelling of sanitizer even to eliza’s nose. she hopes it’s not why alex does it, but kara keeps her distance from alex when she smells so strongly.

“what was that, dear? pass me the bread tin.”

kara’s hand hovers over the baking tin and, when eliza nods, she passes it over.

“uwe wegh.” she looks very serious and the words are clearly kryptonian so eliza lays her spoon down on the counter and turns to face her. kara sucks in a breath. “it means…to have a brain that,” she frowns down at the recipe book. slides her finger down the page, runs her thumb over the side so the paper ruffles. “is a different brain.” the worried wrinkle appears and she looks over at eliza. “thats not right. it was more…doctor sounding.”

“like a diagnosis?”

“it’s not a disease.”

“i didn’t say that, sweetheart,” eliza soothes. not that kara sounded angry, she never really does. just reserved. “did you, have that?” she asks, a little awkwardly.

kara nods. “they followed me around for two days and then told my father. they asked a lot of questions.”

“like what?”

she shrugs. “what i like to eat. and wear, and listen. what i like to do. my favourite toys to play with.”

“what did you tell them?”

she shrugs again. something she learned from alex. eliza doesn’t mind: she would stand out more if she didn’t shrug or roll her eyes. “i was little. i don’t remember.”

“okay.” eliza picks up her spoon. “thank you for telling me, sweetheart.”

kara nods.

when eliza scoops the batter into the tin, she gives kara the bowl and the spoon to lick.

“i thought you should know. because i’m not like clark. and it’s harder with my quirks,” she says, which means she definitely heard the things eliza didn’t want her hearing. “and it’s not,” she touches her ear and then her glasses nervously, doesn’t even try to say anything about her powers. “it’s just me. it’s my brain.”

“thank you for telling me,” eliza says again. “would you lay the table?”


they have to have a proper discussion about it but it had to wait for later because what kara told her finally clicked a few pieces into place and eliza does three days worth of research before she carries a large book to the dining room table and calls kara softly to join her.

she scoots their chairs close together, wraps an arm around her shoulder.

“autism, the autism spectrum,” she says, and kara leans forward to read. when she’s done, she’s stiff and quiet, and then she leans into eliza’s side and looks up at her when eliza brushes the hair out of her face. “i think this fits, sweetie. what do you think?”

kara shrugs.

“it doesn’t have to mean anything, but it can’t hurt to know a little more. and it’s given me some ideas about how we can work on making you more comfortable.”

“i’m fine, eliza,”

“alright.” she hands over the notes she made, and kara folds the pages three times and hides them in between her hands. “you read them for me, okay? and we can talk about it whenever you like. now it’s your turn to pick dinner,”

“noodles,” kara says immediately, unsurprisingly. it’s the same dinner she’d picked four times in a row and eliza nods. same foods. she’d read that somewhere.

“noodles it is.”

seto’s personal trashy update

my last day of vacation is tomorrow, these 3 weeks i’ve been animating for the islands MAP, watched hours and hours of gameplays, read the entire snk manga, and watched anime

i’m a productive child

interview | cole sprouse x reader

Originally posted by dylanobrienbaby


written by: yours truly

edited by: @jugheadxreaderinyourhead

anonymous said: I loved guest star!! 😍 I was wondering if you could make a fic about cole how youve been keeping your relationship for months now and fans are suspecting that youre dating because of all the bts and photos of you and his ig and in one interview that youre having together someone questions you guys about it. sorry if this was long 😂 i love your fics 😘❤

a/n: basically this is another guest star part but an interview!

“god i’m so nervous”. you mutter pulling on your fingers as you wait in the green room with your boyfriend cole and co-star kj. we were about to endure a joint interview and it was your first lot of press you’ve done for riverdale.

but it wasn’t that factor that made you nervous, it was that people were becoming more and more aware of your romantic relationship with cole.

you’d been able to keep it under wraps for the whole two years you’ve been dating but now that you were both sharing the small screen people had caught on.

so you had to control yourselves whenever you were out. refraining yourselves from snap chatting each other or posting photos all over your instagrams.

you had to be strictly platonic. you didn’t need any sort of bad press if you two were to break up. so for now you weren’t a couple, you were just a couple of besties.

or atleast that’s what you thought. you thought were pulling it off. but more and more accounts for your ‘ship name’ with cole had popped up on both twitter and instagram and not to mention the constant questions when meeting fans in the flesh.

especially when they caught you out mid-date. when you two had to coyly pretend that you were waiting on other friends to excuse the fact that you were out together without the rest of the cast.

and to be quite frank you were getting sick of all the pretending and running around. sometimes you just wanted kiss your boyfriend or hold his hand whilst you walked down the streets.

not that you really had the opportunity to take a leisurely stroll down the road, being famous disney stars and all.

“you’ll be fine”, cole whispers walking toward you making sure no one was staring at the two of you. he placed a soft hand on your shoulder, instantly filling you with comfort.

“just breathe okay? if they ask don’t say yes but don’t say no, yeah? that way we aren’t lying or avoiding the question” you nod smiling to the boy as a young women calls you over to the interview room.

the three of you file in, sitting down on a huge plush couch, each boy on either side of you as the interviewer sits in her own seperate lounge chair.

the interviewer starts her intro off strong turning toward the three of you. “kj apa as archie andrews, y/n l/n as c/n c/l/n and cole sprouse as jughead jones on the cw’s riverdale!”

the three of you all smile greeting the interviewer, and the camera crew, as you settle into the interview, talking about the upcoming season and possible plot.

you were too busy worrying to even pay attention to half the stuff that was spewing from the ladies mouth, that you barely noticed her turn to you and begin to engage in conversation until kj smoothly nudged you.

patting down your dress you push your hair off your shoulder as she addressed you directly.

“so how is it for you to go from disney to the darker side of the cw?”

“i mean it’s a lot different to disney i’ll tell you that”. you pause the group laughing to themselves “i didn’t even really think i’d be coming back to acting but i couldn’t resist the role”.

she nods playing with the cards in her palms. “so anything in particular that’s vastly different?”

“well - it’s still directed for the younger generation but i feel like in disney it was more so for the children than the preteens for example…and the content we’re filming is a lot heavier than the stuff we dealt with on y/d/s but it’s also just as fun and exciting as i remember”.

“so you and cole -” you freeze at the mention of him, “both disney kids coming back to acting. kj what was it like to know that you were working with some of the greatest names in disney?”

you breathe a sigh of relief taking a sip from the glass of water on the table as you listen to kj rattle on about how much he adored cole and dylan.

“both of their shows i watched religiously. me and my mates used to love it aye. especially y/d/s with uh y/n we loved her a lot - im pretty sure one of my mates had a poster of her”.

you blush giggling to yourself. “so you had a crush on y/n?” the interviewer laughs, kj turning red at the words. you continue laughing placing a hand around his arm.

“aw kj!!!” you swoon embarrassing him further. cole joined in on the fun, “yeah he was a big fan we kinda had to push him a bit and be like ’hey buddy“.

kj shakes his head furiously to the camera his words rushing out in defence “nah nah nah”. sending you and cole into a laughing fit as the kiwi struggled to cover up his words.

“i mean i was a fan. like who wasn’t aye, but nah it’s a lot of fun filming with them and we all are good friends with the others too. but ugh yeah- it’s hard to go out anywhere because fans notice them from a mile away”

the interviewer laughs “wait people still notice you as your disney characters?” we both nod cole taking the lead.

“i mean it’s very flattering but as you can see im not the same kid with the blonde shaggy bowl cut so sometimes i question how they’d recognise me- especially from friends”.

you smile the interviewer looking to you for input “what about you?”

you nod leaning back slightly into the couch feeling coles arm against the top of the couch.

“they do yes, i go anywhere and they all yell ”c/n“ and sometimes i just forget and then they’re running and i’m running and then they’re screaming and i’m screaming”.

the room started to laugh.

“it’s a very weird situation” you giggle the interviewer cutting in.

“and you looking nothin like that girl anymore- you look amazing!”

you place a hand over your heart in awe “thank god for that” you joke poking fun at yourself. “i grew up and hit puberty and sometimes when i hear someone say ’hey you look like that girl off y/d/s? i’m like damn i must be having a rough day”.

the interviewer giggles “oh don’t be so hard on yourself- doesn’t she look hot now boys?” she slaps kj’s leg and they both nod.

“god yeah she’s come along way from disney-even though i still had a crush on c/n”, cole comments a smile growing on your face at the compliment.

“so are you all single?”

your heart plummets at the question. the dreaded question for anyone in the industry is asked whenever they are in one or aren’t. no one wants to be asked this question ever.

cole answers first surprising you “i’m not no”.

“i am” kj chirps taking a long drink from his water.

“i’m not either” you clear your throat smiling, refusing to make eye contact with cole.

the interviewer smirks knowing she got the answer you wanted “oh so you two are off the market”. she pretends to act surprised “well who are they”.

cole replies cutely “for us to know and you to never find out- all you need to know is she’s beautiful and one of a kind”.

you fight off the blush tinting on your cheeks as the interviewer wraps up the interview.

“one last question before you guys leave- serpent jughead? yes or no?”

“yes yes yes” you stammer feeling confident. “have you seen jughead in a leather jacket? serpent jughead is the best thing to come out of riverdale”.

cole blushes and the interview is officially over. cole’s manager walking over to escort us back to our green room.

“i think you might have just outed us” he teases walking dangerously close to you, his hot breathe on your neck.

“what can i say- serpent juggie just does some indescribable things to me”.

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Enjoltaire Week | Day 1 | Painting

Summary:  Three portraits are discovered in a hidden cellar in Paris, all three dating back from the nineteenth century. What’s weird is that the man in the portraits looks an awful lot like Enjolras. What’s weirder is that the paintings are all signed “R.”

Tags: Modern AU; Reincarnation AU; Rated G

Word count: 3.5k


“Remind me why anyone would choose to watch what is considered to be the worst movie in history?”

Enjolras sat on the couch and balanced a huge bowl of popcorn on his lap. Courfeyrac’s picks for movie night were usually more mainstream and understandable. Well. As understandable as romantic comedies could be, but at least they didn’t require much brain activity. At least it allowed Enjolras to switch off his brain and shove handfuls of popcorn into his mouth while wondering how heteronormativity and dumb misunderstandings had become such crowd-pullers.

“That’s because it’s an experience!” Courfeyrac argued, slumping on the couch next to Enjolras and seriously compromising the balance of the popcorn bowl. “As your best friend, I just can’t let you die a Room virgin!”

“What’s so great about it, anyway?”

“Everything! The acting is so bad! It’s like… You know how people say that if you let monkeys in a room full of typewriters the monkey would eventually end up rewriting Shakespeare? Well switch the monkeys with aliens who only have a vague idea of how human interactions work and you’ve got The Room! It’s flipping fantastic!”

Enjolras shrugged. The enjoyment of intrinsically bad media was beyond him.

“There are some really interesting studies about trash movies and their ironical audience, actually,” Combeferre chimed in as he joined them in the living room. He brought heavy-looking pizza plates that he settled on the coffee table before settling next to Courfeyrac. “Something about collectively liking something so bad that it gets good.”

“Exactly!” Courfeyrac exclaimed, triumphant. “So sit back and brace yourself for this absolute masterpiece.”

He switched on the TV and started rummaging through the pile of DVDs to find the right one. Automatically, the first channel popped up on screen. The news were still on and a generic news anchor looked at the three of them in the eyes.

“Wait,” Enjolras said before Courfeyrac could switch on the DVD player.

And tonight we come back on an incredible discovering in Paris earlier today,” the news anchor announced, “when three paintings were discovered in a cellar in the Latin Quarter. The three works of art allegedly date back from the nineteenth century and predate the Haussmanian renovations of the capital. For more on this story, we go to Olivier Barron in the Latin Quarter, Olivier?

The three paintings appeared on screen. Silence fell on the living room, leaving nothing but the artificial chatter of the television. In his seat, Enjolras turned to stone.

-Twitter already rushed to title the works names such as ‘Apollo in Red’-


That jaw line. That nose. The same eye colour. Enjolras’ throat tightened. A cold shiver ran down his spine.

“Holy shit,” Courfeyrac whispered. “Enj, it’s you!”

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Snowed In (c.m.)

Word Count: 3,303

Warnings: A few swear words, suicide attempt implied but it’s very brief

A/N: This is not by any means the best thing I’ve written but it is the first fic I’ve finished in a while so I’m very proud of it. Not to mention this is the longest thing I’ve written by a mile, I did not expect this to be more than 2k words but here we are. I hope it was worth the wait! -R🌟

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Part Two


It was the first day of winter break. No more early classes, no more lectures, no more homework, no more dealing with annoying classmates who think they know more than the professors until January. You were taking advantage of it, allowing yourself to sleep through the morning with no alarm to jolt you awake. You did not, however, plan on someone showing up to your apartment and banging loudly on your front door. You called out for your roommate, but in return all you heard was more knocking.
“Ugh, Zoe could you get the door?!” When you didn’t get an answer you rolled over and grabbed your phone, turning it on and squinting at the light from the screen. You sighed as you saw it was much later than you thought and Zoe had already left hours ago.
You had known the Murphy’s since your freshman year of highschool when you befriended Zoe in English. You had forgotten your new pack of pens on your desk and Zoe had had an abundance in all different colors. You sat together at lunch and by the end of the first week of school you had become inseparable. You were always together and you practically lived at the Murphy’s house. Cynthia welcomed you with open arms and Larry would always make “do you ever actually go home?” jokes but he didn’t really care if you were over all the time (it’s not like he was really there often enough for it to be a problem anyway). Then there was Connor. Since you were over all the time you had witnessed a lot of blow ups between Connor and Larry and received a lot of angry texts and phone calls about him. You also heard all of the rumors at school but you knew better than to believe most of them. You knew the truth anyway. Sure, Connor had a temper and didn’t exactly treat his family with a lot of kindness and respect, but he was also constantly fighting with himself, trying to battle his depression without access to the tools he needed. You always greeted him at his house if he was there and at most you would get a subtle nod in response, but once in a blue moon you’d be spending the night, unable to sleep, and find yourself in the kitchen with a glass of water when Connor came down to get a snack. There wouldn’t be much conversation, mostly just silently existing together while you sipped your drink and he made a bowl of cereal, but there was one night in particular where you apologized for something Zoe had said awful to him unprovoked. He looked at you for a minutes, like he was trying to figure out if you were serious or somehow making fun of him. You thought maybe his eyes started to well up with tears a little before he blinked them away but it was too dark to confirm it. He didn’t say anything besides a barely audible “thanks” before he ducked his head and went back to his room. He tried not to fight with his family as much if you were around after that.
You trudged out of your room, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and swung the front door open. There stood Connor Murphy himself, wrapped up in a coat and scarf, his glove-covered hand raised to pound on the door again.
“Uh… hey, is-is my sister here?”
Zoe and Connor had been on good terms after Connor’s… incident at the beginning of his senior year. It hadn’t exactly worked the way he wanted it to and his parents finally realized the seriousness of the situation and got him in to see a counselor. Things were still weird with him and his dad, but they can stand to have a conversation together now. His mom was very supportive of him and always made sure he knew. Once Zoe knew just how bad things were for her brother, and Connor realized just how badly his actions affected his sister, they grew closer than ever and tried their best to make up for all the years where they had hated each other. Apparently that included trying to surprise-visit each other on the same day.
You tried not to laugh at the situation, knowing how long Connor had just driven to get there.
“Uh-no, she actually left this morning to go and surprise you,” you explained. He stared at you for a moment, trying to see if you were just pulling his leg or something, but the “gotcha” never came.
“You’re kidding,” he said, letting out an exasperated sigh when you shook your head. “So I just drove for three and a half hours through a snowstorm for nothing?”
“Wow, nice to see you too Connor.”
“No, no, I didn’t mean-” he cut himself off and rolled his eyes when he saw the smile on your face. “You’re fucking with me.”
“Yes, Connor, I’m fucking with you. You want something warm to drink? You look cold.”
“You don’t have to do that, I’ll just call Zoe and figure out-” You grabbed his hand and pulled him into the apartment, leading him into the kitchen.
“You can call Zoe while I make the hot chocolate.” He sighed, knowing there was no way you would let him say no, and sat down at the counter, pulling out his phone while you started preparing two mugs of hot chocolate.
You quietly slid his mug to him, standing on the other side of the counter across from him. He took the cup and gave you a grateful smile before turning his attention back to Zoe, who you could hear ranting on the other end of the line about how early she got up and how long she had to drive for. You smiled as he looked at you and rolled his eyes before saying goodbye to his sister and hanging up.
“We’re going to try meeting halfway and getting dinner,” he explained before taking a sip of his hot chocolate. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your giggles when he set the mug down and had whipped cream along his upper lip. You figured he’d wipe it away, but he just carried on texting Zoe to make dinner plans.
“Uh, Connor?” You had to bite your lip when he looked up at you to stop yourself from laughing. “Y-you’ve got uh-” you gestured to his lip and watched him wipe at the area, missing most of the sugary topping.
“Here, let me just-” you grabbed a napkin and leaned across the counter. He stared at you intently as you leaned close to his face to wipe the whipped cream off, your own gaze flickering from his mouth to his eyes, making brief eye contact before you pulled back and tossed the napkin in the trash.
“Thanks,” he mumbled. You nodded and pulled your phone out, avoiding any more eye contact.
“Um… you might need to cancel your dinner plans,” you said slowly.
“Why?” he asked, just as slowly.
You showed him your phone, a weather alert informing you that the roads were closed due to the snow storm picking up.
“Looks like you’re stuck here.”
“Looks like it.”

The rest of the day was not spent without more moments similar to the hot chocolate incident, hands brushing when you walked by each other, accidentally sitting down too closely on the couch… That’s where you were now, sitting on the couch watching some movie you weren’t paying attention to. Throughout the day the storm hadn’t come close to letting up, and the more time you spent with Connor the more you felt like maybe that crush you had on him sophomore year hadn’t exactly gone away, instead it just hid for a while. But now it seems to have come back because you couldn’t help but stare at him from the corner of your eye. He just looked so good with his hair pulled out of his face, it allowed you to take in all of the sharp angles that made up his facial features. He really was gorgeous.
You were snapped out of your thoughts-which was probably a good thing-when the room suddenly went completely dark. All the lights had turned off, the tv too, and you could no longer hear the humming of the heater.
“The power must have gone out,” Connor sighed.
“Well,” you shifted so that you were facing him now, “looks like you’re stuck here tonight. It’s late and this storm doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.” He nodded in agreement. “You wanna take Zoe’s bed?”
“Considering what I was doing my first year of college, I’d rather not.” It took you a second to understand what he was getting at, but the moment you did you felt your cheeks turning red.
“You want my bed then? I promise, you don’t have to worry about anything like that,” you said, half joking, half serious. 
“No, no, that’s fine, I can take the couch. I don’t want you to give up your bed for me.” He grabbed a discarded pillow from the floor and tossed it to the end of the couch, leaning back to lay against it and shoving his feet into your lap. He smirked as you rolled your eyes and stood up.
“Fine-but when you can’t sleep because your awkwardly long body doesn’t fit on this tiny sofa don’t come crying to me. There’s some extra blankets in Zoe’s closet if you need them, it’ll get pretty cold without the heater working. He hummed in response and shut his eyes and you turned to head off to your bedroom.

You weren’t sure what time it was when you woke up, but you knew it must have been late. Your door creaked loudly as it opened, and you could hear sock-covered feet padding closer to your bed.
“Hey,” Connor whispered, “are you awake?”
You mumbled incoherently, too tired to try and form real words.
“I can’t sleep, it’s too cold, move over.” He nudged you in the back and you rolled over to look at him.
“Didn’t I tell you not to come crying to me when you couldn’t sleep?” you asked.
“Technically you told me not to come crying to you if I couldn’t sleep because I don’t fit on your couch.”
“Same thing,” you huffed.
“Just move over, come on. You have more blankets and our combined body heat will keep the both of us warm.”
“You just want an excuse to get in bed with me,” you teased.
“That too,” he replied. You knew he was joking, but that didn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat. You gave in and moved over to make room for him, turning your back to him so that you weren’t tempted to snuggle up into his chest. Though, that didn’t seem to stop either of you.
When you woke up the next morning you were laying on your back and you felt the weight of another person on top of you. It took you a moment to remember that Connor had joined you in your bed last night but as soon as you did you were immediately ten times more awake. His lanky body was on top of yours with his face buried in your neck, his now loose hair brushing against your cheek, his arms wrapped around your body while yours were secured around his neck, and his legs tangled with your own. His breath fanned across your neck as he let out some light snores that made your heart flutter. You didn’t want this moment to end, you were perfectly content with cuddling Connor in your warm bed. You closed your eyes and hugged him just a little bit tighter, letting out a deep breath as you took in the moment that you knew couldn’t last forever. Not long after, you could feel Connor shifting as he woke up. He laid still for a minute or two before (unfortunately) rolling off of you, trying to be as careful as possible, but your feet stayed tangled together as he laid next to you.
You faked waking up and looked over at him, his face a lot closer than you expected it to be.
“Hey,” he mumbled, voice deep and raspy with sleepiness.
“Hey,” you smiled. “Breakfast?”
“Yes, please.”
At some point last night the power had come back on-which you quickly took advantage of by turning the heater on-and the storm had calmed down into a gentle snowfall that actually looked rather pretty, meaning the city sent in snowplows to clear the roads off.
Connor watched you flit around the kitchen, making breakfast for the two of you (even though it was closer to lunch than it was breakfast), with a tired smile on his face. He thought to himself about how he wouldn’t mind having more mornings like this-cuddling under the covers with you when it was cold out, waking up to your sleeping body clinging to him, having breakfast with you. He only snapped out of it when you set his plate down in front of him, his sleepy smile growing into a grateful one as the both of you dug in.
You talk all throughout breakfast, never running out of things to talk about once, and you found yourself dreading the moment when he would have to leave and you wouldn’t see him again in who knows how long. But it had to end at some point.
After you had finished your breakfast you started working on the dishes while Connor slowly but surely ate up the last of his own food at snail’s pace. He also wasn’t looking forward to when he had to leave. He told himself that it was because he didn’t get to see Zoe at all but no matter how hard he tried to convince himself he knew it was because he wanted to spend more time with you. In high school you always seemed to put him at ease when you two were alone, and that hadn’t seemed to change at all. When he was with you Connor just felt like everything would always be okay. He sighed, snapping his gaze from where you were washing dishes and humming to yourself to his now empty plate and stood up to take it over to you. You were drying your hands when Connor came up behind you, leaning over to put his plate under the water, when you turned around. Your bodies were nearly touching, less than a half-step away from pressing against each other. He was right there, and his eyes were flickering between your eyes and your lips. You weren’t sure who leaned in first, you or Connor, but it didn’t matter, all that matter were his lips pressed against yours and his hand softly placed on your waist.
His lips were a bit rough from being chapped, but the kiss itself was more soft and gentle. You placed your hands on his t-shirt clad chest, but as you got more into the kiss they slid up to his shoulders, around his neck, and soon you were pulling his head closer to yours with your hand threaded into his hair. His hands moved from your waist to wrap around your lower back, pulling your body against his as the kiss grew more heated. It was your tongue that had swiped against his bottom lip and initiated the battle for dominance, but it was his that won in the end, exploring your mouth as you moaned against him. The kiss became more desperate as Connor shoved you against the counter, grinding his hips against yours as your lips broke away from his and instead moved to place kisses along his jaw and eventually making their way down his neck. When you found his sweet spot he threw his head back and moaned, grinding into you harder as you teasingly nibbled at his skin but then moved back to his lips.
“Con,” you mumbled against him, “couch.”
He hummed in agreement and you started to make our way from the tiny kitchen to the living room. Well, you tried to make it to the living room. You kept bumping into things on the way, causing the both of you to start laughing and forcing the kiss to end.
“Why-why is this so hard?” Connor asked between giggles. It only made you laugh more as he leaned down to place multiple kisses against your lips, each one getting longer than the last, until you had calmed your laughing down enough to kiss back. Just as you were getting into it though the door to your apartment opened and Connor had just enough time to take a large step away from you before his sister entered the room.
“You’re still here!” she exclaimed, rushing forward to give her older brother a hug. “I started driving the minute the roads were back open so that I wouldn’t miss you.”
“It’s good to see you Zo,” he said.
“How long can you stay?” she asked when they broke off their hug. You tried not to look too hopeful when he glanced at you for a moment.
“I should get going pretty soon, I have work tonight.” You felt your shoulders drop a little as Zoe let out a whine of disappointment, but Connor made brief eye contact with you before adding on, “But I’m off this all next weekend, I could come stay for a while if that’s alright with you.”
“Would you?” Zoe asked excitedly, then turned to see if you had any protests.
“Uh, yeah, sounds good to me.” Zoe smiled and hugged Connor again while he shot you a wink and that beautiful smile of his. You watched as she walked him to the door, promising to call him tomorrow to set up a plan for the upcoming weekend before the door was closed and he was off.
“Well,” Zoe said, turning to look at you, “I’m going to shower, I feel gross. You wanna watch a movie when I’m done?” You nodded and watched as she headed off to the bathroom, making sure the shower was running before you slipped out the front door.
“Connor!” He looked up from his phone while you approached him where he was waiting for the elevator. He smiled as you got closer,, shoving his phone into his pocket.
“I almost thought you were gonna let me leave without saying goodbye,” he teased.
“I couldn’t let you leave just yet, you forgot something important.”
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “what did I forget?”
You stood up on your toes and cupped his cheek, pulling him down so that you could kiss him.
“You’re right,” he mumbled when you pulled away ever-so-slightly, “wouldn’t wanna leave that behind.” You shook your head and pulled him back in, picking up where you left off before Zoe had interrupted you. This time the elevator dinged as it opened but as hard as Connor tried to pull away he couldn’t, he was too addicted to the taste of your lips. It wasn’t until the elevator dinged and he had to slam his palm against the doors to keep them from closing that he finally started pulling away.
“I-” you kissed him, “I have to-” another kiss, “I have to go but I’ll ca-” one last kiss before he basically pried himself off of you, “I’ll call you tonight, okay?”
You nodded your head as he stepped into the elevator. You watched as the doors closed, slowly blocking Connor from your sight as you waved goodbye, but you smiled to yourself knowing it wouldn’t be long until you got to talk to him again.

anonymous asked:

Can I request anything showing a tony/natasha friendship? I love the way you write natasha :) Maybe they have the classic sibling relationship where they constantly rag on each other but as soon as someone else tries they shut them down flat? Or whatever really, I'm not picky. Thanks!!

Bahaha the other Avengers are just along for the ride. You are definitely right! Like brother and sister, Tony and Natasha can treat each other like shit, but if someone else treats them like shit, they better get ready to catch hands. (It appears I write this relationship better when there is actually another ship I am supposed to be writing smh.) Watch out for under the cut!

This work can also be found on my Ao3 here.


Steve jumped, clutching his chest. Natasha, who had been playing chess with him, froze like a deer in the headlights.

Tony came to a stop in the doorway, looking livid. He had a plastic bottle clutched in one hand. “Did you?!”

“…Nnno,” Natasha answered slowly.

The brunet let out a screech and lunged for her. “THAT WAS EXPENSIVE AND A TREAT!”

Natasha screamed and dove out of her seat. Tony was only a second behind her, flinging the empty bottle at her head. It connected with an empty thunk and bounced off relatively harmlessly.

The way Tony continued to chase her around the room, fists clenched like he was ready to beat the shit out of her, was not quite so harmless.

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Mark Is Acting Weird (8/10)

Author’s note: Sorry this took a long time to update. I was so busy doing requests and then school and work.

Word count: 3251

Genre: angst

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 7.5 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Rest of the Parts 

Originally posted by etherealjackson

It had been almost two weeks since bowling night and you really hadn’t talked to Mark. In the mornings, he would send a good morning text just like he used to when you both first started dating. At night he would try to call you or text you. Whether it be because you were too tired from the day or because you were still a bit pissed about how bowling went, you turned down his attempts with a text telling him you were going to bed.

Tonight was no different and at the moment he was trying to call you. You had missed his first call because you were washing your face, but he left a text asking if you were up to talk.

“Ugh… Well I am not that mad anymore.” You thought to yourself. “…And I do miss him.” you pouted.

You got into bed, setting up a video call. He was quick to pick up. His face appeared on the screen and you half smiled. He hair was wet from just out of the shower and his was also snuggled up in his bed, he just looked so comfortable and cute.

“Hi babe!” he said before you could even hi first.

“Hey” you yawned.

“Aw, you tired?” he yawned back.

“Yeah. You?”

“Eh, only a bit. Our schedule hasn’t been as bad lately.”

“I’ve noticed. You and the guys have more time to bug me now cuz all you keep blowing up my phone.”

His eyebrows furrowed a bit. “The- the guys? Wh-what are they texting you about?”

“Just the usual.” You said vaguely. Of course what you wanted to say was that everyone was bugging you about how the whole bowling thing. It was all mostly Jackson nagging that Mark was keeping you to himself, Jinyoung concerned about how you and Mark were doing, and Bambam interrogating you about whether the girl that rented out the shoes was really checking him out or not. But, you weren’t going to tell him any of this.

“Yeah? Cuz lately I have only gotten crap from the guys.” he huffed.

“Over what?”

“Bowling night… Jackson keeps telling me I was being a jerk and Jb just keeps looking at me all disappointed now and Jinyoung… Jinyoung is just trying to pull some gossip out of me.” He tried to laugh. “…Was I really that bad?” he asked with a nervous face.

“Yes. Mark I told you, you ruined the night.” You knew you were being harsh, but you were still upset over the whole thing.

His arm dropped to his side and all you could see on his screen was his ceiling.


“Wait.” He sighed.

You stayed quiet, waiting impatiently until he picked up his phone again.

Eventually he picked up the phone again, aiming it at his frowning face. “Baby, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to come off that way. I- I just missed you! We hadn’t seen each other in a while and I just wanted to make up for the lost time. I guess it all just came out too strong.”

“Yeah, ok you have been saying that already, but Mark why are you suddenly acting this way? For months while you were gone you basically ignored me, pushed me away when you are back, then suddenly you want to control me and you’ve been jealous for no reason. You’ve never been this way before. I’m starting to think there is something going on that you aren’t telling me.”

He turned away from you. “Baby, I already told you-“

“You aren’t the only one with stress Mark. I have stress too but I don’t take it out on you! And I am really getting tired of all these stunts you have been pulling…” you said in a hush as you felt a lump in your throat.

Mark let out a long sigh, his eyes avoiding the camera. “Why don’t we redo this whole group night thing then?” he offered “We all have a day off on Saturday. Y-you can come over and hang out with us all.” He insisted.

You scoffed. “Perks of dating in secret: dates at the dorm and rented out bowling alleys.” You said through teary eyes. “Mark I-I don’t know. A big part of me is telling me we should just take a break…” you could feel your bottom lip quivering at just the thought. You didn’t want to be away from him, but things were just getting to that point again.

Teary eyed as well, he shook his head at you. “I don’t want to do that.”

You stared back at him, annoyed at his refusal to consider your reasoning and, basically, your feelings in this whole shit show you called a relationship.

“You say you want a break or a pause or whatever you girls like to call it, but what I hear is a break up because that’s basically what we’ll be doing and I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to risk putting that much more space between us and losing you in the process. I love you, I don’t like being away from you more than I have to. It’s hard enough dating in secret and the only reason I put up with it is to protect you. And if it were up to me, we’d be living together already, but you don’t want to do that cuz you still don’t want to have sex yet, but we are for sure as hell not ready to get married yet. That in itself is stressful enough but I put up with it because I still want to be with you. Just cut me some slack here y/n, please?”

“…Fine, but…” you let out a sigh. You were scared. You didn’t really know what to do, if anything was even wroth it anymore. You took one last look him and your heart hurt seeing him looking so upset. “How about this… You come over tomorrow night. I don’t care how tired you are or what you have in the morning or any other bullshit. You come over after whatever you have to do and we talk or just I don’t know… and depending on how that goes, then I’ll decide whether I want to keep things going between us.”

“… I can do that.” he said softly.

“You are walking on a thin line Mark. Just- I’m serious about this.” you said sternly.

“Yeah, I am too.”

“Ok… ok well its late now. You better get some sleep. I don’t want you lashing out at me again just because you are sleepy.” You couldn’t help but let yourself be salty.

“I deserve that… But yeah, I guess it’s time for bed… night.”


“I love you.”

“Yeah… me too.” That’s when you ended the call.


You knocked on the door and quickly greeted by your smiling boyfriend. “Hey, babe!”

“Hi Markipoo.” You said has he hugged you, dragging you into the dorm.

He gave you a deep kiss. “Thank you for coming today!” he kissed you again. “And thank you for calling me Markipoo again.” He blushed.

“Jinyouuuuuuuung!” Yugyeom’s voice suddenly appeared next to you both. “Mark and y/n are being gross again!” he shouted through the dorm. “Hi y/n” he smiled at you after doing his childish stunt.

“Hey yugyeom.” You broke away from Mark, giving Yugyeom a quick hug.

Mark squinted at the youngest jokingly “And you wonder why we find you annoying”

“I still don’t know what you mean by “annoying”.” he laughed, walking to his room.

Mark turned back to you. “Expect everyone else here any second now.” he groaned.

“And what’s so wrong with that? I came over so I can see everyone remember?”

“Let me take off your coat?” he asked changing the subject.

You let him only because it was a cute gesture instead of a stupid defensive comment.

“Oh… you’re wearing the Hong Kong shirt I got you…” he commented.

You smiled. “Yeah! You got it for me and last week you said it looked really good on me, so I thought I would wear it again.”

“And you do look hot in it, especially cuz is it a lot more revealing than I thought it would be… and it was fine when it was just you and me but-… W-why don’t I just lend you one of my shirts? You love wearing my shirts.”

“No! This shirt isn’t “revealing” and I like this shirt, so I’m going to wear this shirt. If you have problem with that, then that’s your fault.”

“Y/n!” Jackson voice called out. Jackson was followed by the others who quickly crowded around to greet you. With everyone around, you decided to drop the topic and enjoy your time over.

You went off with Jb first, catching up on how he was doing. You couldn’t help but be as annoying as the maknaes and every so often you would tease him until he made his angry jaw. Eventually he “kicked you out” of his room and you moved on to Youngjae where you played with coco and watched him play video games. After him, you hung out with the two youngest boys. You danced with them, took stupid selfies, laughed about new memes (…and reenacted a few memes) and just watched them be stupid for a few hours. Then you left to the kitchen to get some food only to get caught in conversation with Jinyoung. The conversation started with the book he lent you, but then soon changed to Mark.

“So… Mark…” He started off in a low voice considering the fact that your boyfriend was in the other room watching a movie.

“What about him?”

“You guys good now?”

“Um… I don’t know really… I think we are. We just are out of sync lately I guess.”

“Well, let me rephrase this… Are you okay? Cuz if I’m being honest, we are all surprised you are still with him.”


“From the way he has been with you in front of us. How long has he been like that with you, lashing out at you and stuff?”

“That’s the thing! He was never like this before the last tour!”

“Really? So what happened, why is he acting weird? Did you guys have a fight or something?”

“No. I was hoping you would know why he’s been like this. Did he seem fine over the tour?”

“He was fine. He was a bit quieter the last few weeks of it, but nothing out of the ordinary… Well, take that back. There was one day in Bangkok where he was all fidgety and nervous and stuff, but he kept brushing it off and avoiding us.”

You sat up straighter, “What? What happened? What did he do?”

Jinyoung just shrugged at you. “Like I said he avoided us. After that he was just quiet. We all just figured you two got in a fight or something like that.”

You stayed quiet not really knowing what to think. Maybe that detail was nothing, but you couldn’t help but get bad gut feeling over it.

“Oh here you were babe!” Mark smiled as he walked into the kitchen. “I was looking for you. I thought you were still with Bambam and Yugyeom.”

Immediately both you and Jinyoung froze.

Mark went around you at the table. “I’m just getting myself something to eat. Do you want me to make you a plate too?”

You were too busy staring at the back of his head, thinking of what he had done to be so weird, to answer him.

“Babe?” he turned back to you.

Jinyoung slapped your arm to snap you back into reality. “Huh? Yeah ok.” You mumbled, not knowing what he asked.

Mark handed you a plate of snacks. “Here you go! And I’ll be in my room watching a movie. Feel free to join me.” He said as he walked out of the kitchen and down the hall.

“…But he seems to be doing better with you today.” Jinyoung said only when he was sure that Mark was in his room.

“Actually, it’s only been last week and today that he has been “normal”, but … ok, don’t tell this to anyone.” You said in a whisper.

Jinyoung leaned in closer to you so you didn’t have to whisper so loud.

“He’s only trying his best because I’m giving him only one more chance. If he messes up again. I’m going to leave him. That is what we were talking about when he came over to my place.”

“Damn. Well, that sucks. I’ve always liked you guys together, so I hope nothing else happens.”

“Me too cuz I really love Mark, but some things are just too much.”

“Y/n… if you guys break up, will you still be friends with the rest of us?” he asked nervously

“Yeah! Of course! You guys mean a lot to me!”

“Y/n!” Jackson voice filled the relatively quiet dorm. He came into the kitchen, a deck of cards in hand and he came right up you, nudging you with his shoulder.

“Yes Jackie?”

He rolled his eyes at you. “I’m gonna ignore the fact you just called me Jackie and I shall proceed to challenge you to a game of cards.” He smiled. “So, want to play poker or speed or something?”

“What are you guys gonna play?” Mark’s voice appeared in the kitchen again. He put his barely touched plate of food on the counter and then came up behind you.  He wrapped his arms around you and just stuck around now that Jackson was in the room.

It didn’t surprise you that Mark came out for you after hearing Jackson calling out for you. You knew this whole having your space with everyone wasn’t going to last long. You gave him the benefit of the doubt though. He hadn’t told off anyone yet about “being too close to you” or “hugging you too long”, so maybe it really was the innocent show of affection.

“I don’t know what we are going to play, all I know is that I am going to beat y/n.” Jackson smirked.

“Shut up! You and I both know I am better at cards!” you spat

“Oh yeah? Well if I remember correctly, I won the last game we played.”

“Cuz you cheated!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Actually Jackson, you did. I was there watching you guys play remember.” Jinyoung said.

Jackson gasped. “I recall no such thing!”

“Whatever.” You stood up from Mark’s embrace. “Looks like I have to show you who is boss again.” You said as you “casually” looked at your nails.

“We will see about that!”

“I’ll watch you guys again, make sure Jackson doesn’t cheat a second time!” Jinyoung said as he followed you and Jackson into the living room.

“…I’ll go too! But I’ll just watch tv. It is boring being in my room.” Mark said as he trailed behind the three of you.

You and Jackson sat on the floor at the coffee table. Jinyoung sat on the couch as the side of the table to get a good view of the both of you. Mark sat on the couch behind you, turning on the Tv but being kind enough to keep the volume down so you and Jackson could still trash talk each other.

The rounds were going, both you and Jackson too into the game to notice anyone else. Jinyoung however, kept notice of everything, especially the sour expression forming on Mark’s face. “Mark you okay?”

Mark only shook his head.

This actually caught your attention. You turned back to Mark. “Baby what’s wrong?” he had an expression as if he were sick.

He only shook his head, not even looking at you.

“Jackson I see you cheating!” Jinyoung shouted.

“What?!? No I’m not!” Jackson screamed.

You whipped around to Jackson. “Hey! Not fair, we have to start over, you cheater!” You leaned forward and took the card out of his hand and threw yourself on the coffee table to collect all the cards and shuffle them again.

Jackson only smiled knowing he was caught.

“Mark, seriously, what’s up? You look upset.” Jinyoung asked more seriously, noticing Mark was glaring about with a tense jaw.

“I wouldn’t be so upset, if my girlfriend didn’t dress like a slut.” He spat.

You froze mid shuffle. “What?” you slowly turned around at him. You couldn’t quite understand how you were feeling because you were so shocked and mad and embarrassed and so disrespected. This what the last straw. “What did you just say?!?” you growled as you stood up.

Immediately Mark looked scared. “Y/n, I- sorry. I didn’t- It just- I”

Without even thinking, your hand cut through the air and you slapped him across the face. You actually slapped him. You slapped him so hard your left a red handprint on his cheek. “Fuck you!” you shouted as you stomped to the door, grabbed your coat and left.


Jinyoung and Jackson stared at Mark who sat frozen on the couch for a long moment. It took a long while for everything to sink in.

“…Dude! What-” Jackson shouted.

“Shut the fuck up!” Mark shouted back, before Jackson could lash out at him.

“Mark, why did you say that?!?” Jinyoung shook his head at him.

Mark whipped around at him. “I don’t know ok! It just came out!” he shouted.

“Yeah right!” Jackson said going up to Mark.

“I said to shut up! This is your fault anyway! You shouldn’t have been starinng at her like that!” Mark accused as he shoved Jackson off him.

“What?!? I wasn’t stare at her!”

“Yes you were! I even saw you looking down her shirt when she leaned forward!”

Jackson walked up to Mark and shoved him down, hard enough that he fell back to the couch. “So what if I did?!? You should have gotten mad at me instead of insulting her!”

“Guys! Guys stop!” Jinyoung advised when he saw the look in Mark’s eyes.

“What is going on?!?” Jb’s voice boomed as he ran into the room.

“Mark called y/n a slut and she walked out.” Jinyoung said shaking his head.

JB glared at Mark, “Dude, what?!?” he growled

Then the three remaining members, peeked in from the hall alerted from all the yelling.

Mark could feel everyone staring at him and he hated that. “You know what?!? Fuck all of you!” he got up from the couch and pushed past everyone. In a fit, he locked himself in his room.

“That asshole isn’t even going to go after her?!?” Jackson grumbled under his breath. “Fuck him. I’m going to look for y/n.” he said as he marched out the door.

“Um…What happened?” Youngjae was the only brave one out of the maknaes to ask what was going on.

“Mark is still being weird. He called y/n a slut after he thought he saw Jackson look down her shirt.” Jinyoung explained.

“And y/n just walked out?” Jb asked.

“Yeah, slapped Mark and walked out.” Jinyoung said blankly.

“She slapped him?” Bambam gasped.


“…That’s not good.” Yugyeom said to himself. “Why don’t we call y/n and see how she is doing?” he suggested.

“No, don’t do that. Jackson is looking for her anyway. The last thing she wants is anymore of us in her business.” Jb said. “Well just let him update us and go from there.”

-Admin Boat

anonymous asked:

Alex learning how to help Kara deal with everything being so MUCH on Earth- how to ground her when she's overwhelmed, stuff like that. (Your writing of Kara is amazing btw)

part one (alex will be in part two sry)

it’s not that she’s scared of loud noises or that she can’t deal with them, that’s not it at all. she fights aliens with guns that sound like cannons and when she punches through the air, the boom makes her ears ring for a second. so, no, loud noises don’t upset her.

except when they’re unexpected.

at catco, people don’t yell. they certainly don’t yell at kara. except miss grant, but kara expects that. and, of course, during heated meetings but again, that’s to be expected.

so at ten to ten on a tuesday morning, kara doesn’t expect to have men shouting at one another in the small space in front of her desk, or for one of them to turn on her and yell with such force that his face is turning an unnatural puce.

she watches spittle hit her desk like it’s in slow motion, and falls back, in the face of the unfamiliar, on anything that all that is familiar.

“how can i help you?” she asks, voice bright and sweet and, she knows, the perfect customer service voice.

“you can get cat from whatever fucking den she’s crawled into and get her here,” he yells and kara knows that she’s in a meeting with her legal team downtown so that’s not possible. “ask her why she thinks she can afford to cut us, if she thinks she’s gonna be worth shit without me,”

“miss grant isn’t available at the moment,” she tells him firmly, because that’s the unofficial rule one of the office: cat doesn’t come when she’s called. she certainly doesn’t come when a puce faced man yells about losing the job he barely even worked for. “i can make an appointment for you,” she offers, and she jumps when he slams his hand down on the top of her desk and scatters her things.

“get her here. now.”

“i’ll make a call,” kara tells him, and buzzes through to security. “hi sean, can you send a team up to miss grant’s office?” the puce faced mans face twists and now, she thinks a little dazedly, he looks a bit like a prune, and he grabs the vase off her desk and smashes it into the glass door of cats office.

it’s loud - so loud - and kara thinks he’s going to stop there but the glass door didn’t smash, just the vase, and he grabs her telephone next and throws that too and kara jumps to her feet, backs away. cat never instructed her what to do in a moment like this: it’s work and he’s human, and when kara cuts out any response that might be to stop him, she isn’t left with very concrete responses.

but then he throws her paper clip bowl and that’s what makes the door shatter. three strikes, and the whole thing spiderwebs and then bursts and it’s so loud, seemingly endless, glass tinkling down like a waterfall.

james bursts out of the stairwell, stops dead when he sees the destruction, and then when he sees kara standing frozen he starts up again and grabs the man by the back of his shirt and slams him into a chair.

“kara, you okay?” james looks worried and she nods, turns, and walks into cat’s office and out onto the balcony. she waits, head lifted toward the sun. she doesn’t have to wait long - james stays to talk to security and then he quickly follows her.

“hey,” he murmurs and she shakes her hands out before turning to him. when she gets like this, alex has almost always been with her. or she’s been at home at least. and what she needs is to hug someone familiar, be somewhere familiar, and she steps toward him and hopes that he won’t turn her away because she’s about three seconds away from shutting down completely and, and she doesn’t, she doesn’t know what she would do if she shut down here at work. cry, probably, and end up getting fired when cat sees.

the fear must show on her face because james’s forehead crinkles and he steps close. “what’s wrong? did you lose your powers, did you get hurt?” he runs his fingers over her hands and wrists and then cups her face, drags his thumbs over her cheeks and wipes the glass dust on his jeans. he plucks a few larger pieces from her hair and kara squeezes her eyes shut and leans slowly, slowly, gently, forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder.


she keeps very still, a small part hoping he won’t push her away, but most of her wrapped up in hitting all the notes of familiarity she needs. his shirt is soft, he smells like james like sweat and ink and some sharp undertone of chemical she knows he uses for his home photo developing. he is warm and tall and - he lays a hand on her back, right between her shoulder blades and rubs carefully, and kara lets out a long shuddering breath.

“kara,” he murmurs, and she shakes her head a little. not yet. she’s not ready yet.

they stand there like that until james’s starts shifting, feet aching, and then kara pulls away. she still feels unsteady and her hands twist and she tugs at her fingers and james looks like he wants to pull her back to give her that little bit of comfort again but he obviously hears what kara hears, only a moment later, and lowers his hands.

“kiera…and my art director whom i pay exorbitant amounts of money to work not comfort.” cat tosses her handbag down on her couch, props her hands on her hips and glares at the door shattered on the floor like its destruction was its own fault and she expected better. “kiera, get someone in to take away the rest of the glass and replace it with that bulletproof version that doesn’t shatter no matter what you do to it. i want one with a supergirl guarantee.”

“a supergirl guarantee?” james asks, because kara doesn’t.

“that even she can’t break.”

“i don’t think that exists,” he points out, and cat shrugs.

“that’s kiera’s problem. what is kiera’s problem?”

“oh.” james frowns gently, not quite a glare because one doesn’t really glare at cat without fearing for ones job. but kars doesn’t mind - cat’s not being mean, not really. she can tell because cat takes a half step toward her before twisting back and away like she’s just stretching a little. “she was there when he broke your door, it was kind of upsetting.”

“she got scared?” cat translates, looking surprised. she narrows her eyes at kara and she can’t help it, her hands start to shake again and this is where the unexpected starts to unfurl: the loud noises had only been the start of it, now kara has no idea what is going to happen. she tries to calm herself and say that no matter what does happen, alex will be there for her and eliza and she’s had plenty of job offers, but that route of thinking doesn’t soothe and she thinks instead of her blanket at home and the hole she’s rubbed into the corner and the weird knitted pattern that resulted in strange knots at even spacing that she can roll between her fingers and,

“is the balcony helping?” cat asks her, and kara is surprised enough to meet her eyes. she nods. “stay there then. james, get some work and come back. i don’t pay you to stand around looking handsome.” he hesitates and cat arches an annoyed brow. “go, go.”

“i’ll be right back,” james promises her, and gives her hand a squeeze, and kara focuses on other points.

the colour of scotch directly across from her, cats heels tapping on the floor, the cushion cat pushes into her hands.

“i have issues with physical contact otherwise i would hug you myself,” cat tells her, then crinkles her nose. “well, maybe i wouldn’t,” she admits, and kara grins and huffs a small laugh. “do you need anything?”

kara shakes her head no. she’s pretty well versed in self soothing, and cat handed her a cushion with little bumps that she can run her fingers over. she’s good.

“hmm. even i won’t make you sit at a desk strewn with glass. you can leave early. make up for it by staying to midnight tomorrow, i have a call with australia i anticipate will take at least that long.” kara nods. cat looks her over. “you know, i’m surprised. after several past employees trying to kill me, i thought you were used to it.”

kara pulls out her phone and cat lets her, not commenting on the lack of reply. then her computer beeps a little and cat checks her daily calendar. she lets out a short, surprised laugh and folds her hand under her chin to press her mouth closed. her lips still curl upward though and she looks amused over at kara.

“ten am, get attacked by incompetent man. thank you for the alert, kiera.”

If You’re Up For It...

Description: I guess it’s a sort of part two to ‘Help Me Out’. I suggest reading that one first for some Chris smut, but this can stand alone, too

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader x Sebastian Stan

Warnings: lmaoooo all the smut, threeway with Sebby and Chris, good stuff that I dream about on the daily, kind of dom!chris too, fuck

Originally posted by spirit-ofthe-goat

Chris rolled off of you, panting. His cum decorated your lower abdomen, and your own release was slick between your thighs. You were working on evening out your breathing when the phone rang. You reached over, grabbing it from your night-stand, seeing Sebastian’s face light up the background.

You slid your thumb across the screen. “Hey, what’s up?”

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evamoans  asked:

prompt: isak taking care of even in one way or another, maybe he has food poisoning because isak decided to cook food for him in their new apartment :)

Hello there, @evamoans my dear! I’m so, SO sorry for how late this is–between a couple of trips and work being crazy, the prompts in my inbox got away from me (also, I’m the worst, which I think is well-known at this point). But I loved your prompt and couldn’t leave it unfilled, so here you go! It got way too long and way too schmoopy, OOPS. Thank you for sending it my way! Can also be found on AO3 here.

the boyfriend experience

The thing is—and Isak supposes it should come as no surprise, given the ludicrously romantic timing and circumstances of their first kiss—Even is an absolutely phenomenal boyfriend.

And it’s not just the comforting, casual touches and the unreasonably frequent cuddling and the life-altering, mind-blowing sex, either.

(Although that stuff is pretty damn good.)

(Like, seriously. He cannot over-emphasize how good it is.)

It’s the soothing backrubs, and making sure Isak eats breakfast before school, and surprising Isak with baked goods or coffee or little trinkets that remind Even of something Isak said the previous week. It’s knowing when Isak is one textbook paragraph away from studying himself to an early grave and coaxing him into taking a break with the promise of sleep or snacks or Netflix (and yes, sometimes sexual favors are on the table. Hell, sometimes they take place on the table). 

It’s knowing when to press and when to hold back, when to offer quiet support and when to take the lead. Knowing when Isak needs to be alone because he got a shitty text from his shitty father, and when he needs to talk about it, or be spooned within an inch of his life, or fuck to forget.

The point is: Even is great. Even is perfect. So perfect, in fact, that the alarming and ever-growing disparity between them, in terms of boyfriend-ing, has become impossible to ignore. Try as he might to talk himself down, Isak can’t quite stop that ugly fear from gnawing at him—the fear that Even will wake up one day and suddenly realize, fuck, why in God’s name am I doing all this work for a smelly, socially awkward slob with no money and no skills and Dorito crumbs in his bed?

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Mending Ties & Tying Knots - Phanfic

DISCLAIMER: I know nothing about Dan’s actual family life, and this story is purely fictional.

PROMPT: Dan has to go back home for his brother’s graduation, and things still aren’t the best between him and his father. Phil tries to negotiate with Dan’s father the next morning.

TW: family drama, family problems

TAGS: angsty fluff(?), angst, implied smut, phan softness, i love soft kisses

A/N: This phanfic took me like two months to write so I hope you guys like it! lol


“Wipe that fucking expression off your face before I slap it off!” His father screamed, his fist still on the table after pounding into the wooden surface. “Do you hear me, Daniel James?”

Dan tried his hardest to keep his expression neutral, erasing the fear from his eyes as best he could. About an hour before, he had begun explaining his equal attraction to men and women to his mother. She had listened, taking in every bit of information he tried telling her. Things were going well until his father came home. Now that his mother had relayed the information to him, things were about to take a drastic turn for the worse.

His father turned and walked slowly towards the dining chair Dan was sitting on. He leaned in close, speaking lowly. Dan could smell the alcohol on his breath. “Listen to me. Let me make myself perfectly clear. No son of mine will ever be seen holding hands with a man.” He pointed a finger right underneath Dan’s chin. “Is that understood?” His son nodded slowly. “Good. I’m going out again, Karen.”

His heavy footsteps shook the whole house as he walked out the back door. Dan fought back tears as he heard the door slam shut.

The train shook violently from side to side, jolting him awake. “You okay, bear?” A voice questioned. He turned to his left to see his boyfriend Phil sitting beside him, his phone in his hand. Dan was frozen, taking in his new surroundings before replying. “Yeah. Strange dream.” Phil smiled softly, giving the former a quick kiss to the temple before resting his head on the former’s shoulder.

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Time of Arrival // Steve Harrington

Summary: It was a huge shock when you traveled from the summer of 1981 to summer of 2008. With the help of your nephews, who are now older than you, you adapt to the new life. The next four eyes you integrate in the hunting before four years later you’re sent back with Sam and Dean to kill a monster to 1984.

Characters: Steve Harrington x Winchester!Reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Castiel (mentioned), Nancy Wheeler (mentioned), and Jonathan Byers (mentioned)

Words: 2963

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Stranger Things or the characters involved. I only own the Reader’s backstory and plot. I also do not own images or gifs that may appear in this either.

Warnings: Swearing, monster decapitation, death, mention of Barb, fluff, and angst

Author: Caitsy

A/N: I’ve changed the years that Samuel and Deanna Campbell died, when Henry Winchester MAY have died. I changed where the Winchesters initially lived before moving to Lawrence.

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Originally posted by harryandthecambridges

As a Winchester you were accustomed to a lot of weird situations including an angel you had deemed the nicest one you had run into during your almost twenty years. Being sent back in time to Hawkins, Indiana was bittersweet given that you actually originally travelled from the early 80s to the mid 2000s just after your brother died.

In 1981 when you were sixteen years old and living in Hawkins with your parents, brother and his wife you ran into trouble. First off John and you had a ten year age difference which should have given you a hint that you were half siblings. John’s father Henry was killed in the future as Azazel leaving John to think he was abandoned and then your mother remarried in 1963 when she got pregnant.

You grew up knowing about the supernatural when you stumbled into your brother’s father-in-law exorcising a demon and his wife decapitating a vampire. He took you under his wing to teach you the ways of being a hunter that Mary didn’t want to be a part of. You spent two consecutive summers staying with them using the surrogate father excuse with your mom. Your Dad was a piece of shit when it came to parenting.

The summer of 1981 you had plans to meet Nancy Wheeler at her place for her small sweet sixteen that her parents had invited you to. You never made it to the party, you remember hearing wings flapping before it went white and you woke up in the back of the impala with Dean and Sam upfront. Of course nobody stopped looking for you until they found Samuel Campbell’s dead body and the urgency shifted to finding the murderer.

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Meet The Family - Part 2

Originally posted by iminlovewithderekhale

Summary: Returning to the Hale household for Christmas proves to be an exciting event, with many surprises and unexpected turns.

Author’s Note: Well, I suck ass at summaries, but a ton of people asked for a second part to this story and here it is! I know it’s been forever, but I just needed some inspiration and the right idea, so this is what hit me today and I just had to write it. I really hope you guys like it; I’m in love with the idea, not so much the writing. But I’m glad you all got the sequel that you asked for! Please let me know what you think :) Enjoy!

Warnings: Language maybe? Fluff

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“Merry Christmas!” Laura said excitedly as she opened the door, pulling Derek and I into a tight hug before allowing us entry into the house.

“Christmas is tomorrow, Sis,” Derek mumbled into her hair, earning a sharp smack to his shoulder.

“Shut up and get in here. Everyone is dying to see you two.”

“Alright, alright,” Derek chuckled, pulling our bags in with us as he shut out the cold. “Are we the last ones?”

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Jimin is Away; Summer, Chapter One

A/N: So, this is going to be a multi-chaptered, fluff/angst/smut series featuring all the members of BTS with the main characters being O/C, Jimin, and one other member! There will be different chapters, as indicated by the different subtitles after the main title; “Jimin is Away.”. I hope that all you lovelies will support this series, since I can’t stop cranking out chapters for it and I will finish it by the end of summer! Updates will be posted every Friday and I will stick with the schedule this time! I hope you enjoy, my lovelies! -Admin Germane :3

Summary: Jimin, despite everything the two of you have been through, is slowly fading out of your life. But when you find someone to fill the void, Jimin starts to become a bit strange.

Word Count: 1,552

Originally posted by mintsugakookies

Jimin, who is Jimin? My mother would say he is everyone. Every girl. Every boy. Every person that anyone has ever loved.

Before senior year of college

It was late at night, but even the moon and stars couldn’t escape the humid and sweltering heat of the summer’s day. Inside a small apartment (with the air conditioning unit running on high) the dim lighting of a small lamp illuminated the frame of a person resting on a living room couch. The small TV across the room was softly emitting the dialogue from the movie, ‘Be Cool’; John Travolta’s voice barely audible over the humming of the icy A/C. Not that it mattered anyways, since the person inside was dozing off to the mafia-esque comedy. The front door then started to shake, and behind the other side, a young man cursed softly to himself.

“Damnit Y/N, why do you always have to lock it during the days of my long shifts?” Jimin sighed and dropped his backpack with a muffled thud. He could practically hear his College Algebra book cursing him out for such the rough treatment as he fished out the spare key from underneath the doormat. He quickly unlocked the door and threw the key back under the “Carpet Diem” mat his roommate had put there when they had decided to move in together, and drug himself and his bag inside the room.

Jimin sighed and slumped against the door. He threw his keys into the stone bowl by the door and kicked his backpack into the entryway corner. He still had two days; the impending headache that would ensue from the study guide he had could wait for another day, Jimin decided. He toed off his shoes and padded into the open living space. He dug his hands into his jean pockets and eyed the person curled up on the couch, the corners of his lips turning up at the sight. He approached it; the illumination from the TV screen making the outline of his body glow with fluorescent light as he gently shook the person.

“Hey Y/N, wake up.” He whispered. Her eyes opened almost instantly, her breath catching in her throat as she stared wide-eyed at the man in front of her.

“Jimin! You gave me a fright.” Jimin chuckled and ruffled her hair, watching a small smile grow on her face.

“What’s up?” he asked softly, plopping himself down next to her on the couch. Jimin noted her worn-out Ramones t-shirt, figuring she was wearing the rest of her favorite pajama set under the blanket that was draped across her lap.

I hope she got enough rest today, Jimin thought. She had been working so hard lately, and she deserved to rest on her first free day in months. From her studies to her jobs, Jimin had it easier and couldn’t complain when he knew that Y/N had it much worse than him.

“Nothing really, I slept most of the day and vegged out. I got some of the movies on my watch list knocked off. How was work?”

“Slow since school’s coming to an end and the weather’s getting warmer. The baristas tried to keep me busy though throughout the shift, but I had to lock up tonight.” Jimin said sheepishly, leaning on his side against the back of the couch.

“Did you do anything else fun today?” Jimin asked, genuinely curious as he watched the girl stretch.

“I played video games when Jungkookie visited today.” She grinned and Jimin couldn’t help but show off his own gummy smile.

“Cool beans, I wish we could have played together. What did you play?” Jimin propped his arm up and rested his head inside the crook of his elbow as he sunk deeper into his couch crease.


“Damn, pretty solid choice. Did Kookie kick your butt?” Jimin giggled as he watched Y/N sulk.

“Terribly, but I’m a sucker for FPS’. I swear that maknae doesn’t do anything but game all day.” Jimin laughed and Y/N eventually joined in.

For a few minutes, the duo sat in a comfortable silence as the movie played in the background. Jimin’s stare turned soft the longer he looked at Y/N’s face, that is, until a beep cut off his wandering train of thought. Jimin pulled out his cellphone and groaned when he saw what was on the screen. He noticed Y/N staring out of the corner of his eyes and saw how her eyebrows creased in confusion and worry.

“Quick, I need your help coming up with a good excuse.” Jimin said, his voice still as soft as ever as he looked up at his friend.

“What for?”

“Wheein wants to hang out with her friends this weekend, but I really don’t want to.” Jimin smiled regrettably. He could see Y/N’s frown deepen at his words and she scooted closer to him.

“Don’t like her friends?” she asked, her hand reaching out to rub Jimin’s shoulder soothingly. Jimin chuckled, although Y/N could tell Jimin meant it half-heartedly.

“No, nothing like that. Hanging out with them just means sitting around and getting drunk. I don’t drink, so I don’t know, it’s just not my idea of “fun”.” Jimin confessed, his big eyes straying from Y/N’s gaze. Jimin shifted in his couch crease and let a small sigh slip past his lips. Y/N could smell peppermint in his breath and it made her heart stop; she smiled softly.

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like a lot of fun.” Y/N admitted, wrapping her arms around herself. Jimin caught her action and he placed his hand on top of hers.

“Do you drink Y/N?”

“Yeah, I drink sometimes in social situations. And you know I always talk wine when our psych study group gets together.” She said, nudging his shoulder gently.

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry. I’m just tired. I guess I’m just weird.” Jimin mumbled.

“Oh, come on, you’re definitely not weird.” Y/N reassured Jimin. Jimin was one of the sweetest guys in the world. With his love for learning, coffee, and dance, Park Jimin was the epitome of the pastel best friend everyone needs and Y/N loved the boy to death. Literally and figuratively; she was in love with Park Jimin. And after everything he has done for her throughout their years and years of friendship, she vowed to be there for him like how he was for her; romantic attraction aside.

“I don’t know, it’s just hard not having someone see it from my perspective. Should I just say I already have plans?” Jimin brushed the topic aside, opening his phone and looking at Y/N with his head half buried in his arm.

“The old scheduling conflict? It’s a classic.” She nodded. Jimin smiled slightly and typed out the message, hitting send before dropping his phone into his lap.

“Now I just need plans for tomorrow. It’s my day off.”

“You could hang out with me? Namjoon and I are studying for our Chem final at the library though, so it might not be ideal.”

“Maybe…how about when you come back we could hang out and play some games?” Jimin suggested. His eyes looked hopeful and Y/N could feel her heart melt at the sight.

“That sounds nice, Jimin.”

“Do you want to invite anyone?” Jimin asked. Y/N opened her mouth, about to say that it would be fine with just the two of them, but Wheein popped in her mind and she closed her mouth with a sigh.

“I don’t care.” She said and Jimin pinched her cheek.

“We can have Kookie come over again then. I know he’s been dying to beat my score in Mario Kart 8.” Jimin said happily, not noticing the disappointed aura radiating off her.

“No problem. That sounds good. We can talk about it tomorrow.” Y/N said, standing from her place of the couch. She made a move to walk away and hide herself in her bed in slight embarrassment and disappointment when Jimin caught her wrist. She glanced down at his tiny hand encircled around her wrist and she looked down at him.

“Stay up with me?” Jimin’s soft voice was back and it took all of Y/N’s self determination to push back the desire to stay with him on the squishy couch.

“I can’t last much longer, Jimin. It’s late, and Namjoon and I are meeting up early.” Y/N said, removing her hand from Jimin’s grip. The look of disappointment on Jimin’s face tugged at her heartstrings. She gently ran her hand across his cheek to console him, but Jimin just leaned into her touch like a cat and Y/N had to step away before she’d spend the entire night with her friend.

“Goodnight, Jimin. I’ll text you tomorrow afternoon when I leave the library.” She said, calmly, assuringly, before walking down the hall into her room.

Jimin watched her go from his place on the couch, sighing softly when the door closed behind her. He sprawled out across the couch and ran a hand over his face. His conflicted feelings roamed through his brain as his eyes traced patterns into the ceiling. The movie on the TV still played, and Jimin turned it off as he walked towards his own room with the remote still in his hand as his mind whirled into the summer’s night.

It’s not fair

I’ve been playing the Witcher 3 for the last million hours and I’m loving it… I think I must be almost 8% of the way through the game by now.  

Like, it’s pretty great, but it also makes me so angry.  Look at this screenshot I took of Ciri, one of the main characters:

Sure, the graphics are great and I actually really love her character design and I’m excited to learn more about her and stuff.  But…. look at her hair!  It’s freaking great.  This wonderful messy style with all the strands flying about, reacting to things like wind and her movements.  It’s wonderful.  And I gotta ask myself - why?  Why this game?  Why is this the game to fucking master hair physics.  There’s tons of great games where you get to design your own character but the hair all looks fucking horrible.  But the developers for the Witcher cracked the code!

And this isn’t one of those cases where the main characters look great and are rendered in loving detail but everyone else looks like crap.  Even the random NPCs have great hair!

Look at that!  That’s fucking cute!  She’s just an innkeeper and she looks better than the main characters of most other triple AAA games.

They even figured out how to render long hair without it looking really weird or clipping into the clothing and stuff.  Most other games won’t let you have hair that goes past your chin, lest the plastic-y solid piece of polygons that forms your coif glitches into your pauldrons and ruins fucking everything.

And lest you think my concerns are merely shallow, they are not.  Like, yes I want my characters to be able to look pretty, but it’s also about immersion and characterization.  I mean, look how fucking dumb that peasant with his bowl cut looks!  Thanks to that level of detail, I’m now able to imagine an entire history for Bowl Cut Peasant.  

So okay, Witcher 3 has the best hair of any game I’ve ever played - which makes me fucking furious.  I mean, one playthrough of Dragon Age Inquisition takes 150 hours and I gotta look at my character the whole fucking time.  But I only have like 12 options for hairstyles and 8 of them are some variation of a fucking buzzcut.  Like, what the hell?  Even if you couldn’t make them blow majestically in the wind, I would’ve liked a few more choices.

But not only does Witcher 3 outdo every game in the hair styles and physics department - it goes a step further.  Into a level of detail that no one asked for or thought they needed.  Because Geralt’s fucking facial hair grows.

There he is after I bought a shave for him, like, yesterday.  You can already see some stubble.

And there he is with a glorious fucking beard a few days later.  Like, what the fuck.  I kinda like it, but it’s not a feature I ever would have thought to ask for.  It’s not like I was sitting there playing my games thinking “You know, this is great, but the fact that I don’t witness the hair growing is really killing the immersion for me”.  Like, way to go above and beyond for no fucking reason.

TLDR the Witcher 3 is great and I am bitter.

Walk Me Home Ch. 2

Summary/Pairing: Joanna Taylor finds out Tony Stark is actually her dad. Peter Parker X OC

Word Count: 10.7K

Warning: Mentions of death, drugs, and alcohol. This is rated M for language and smut. Seriously NSFW. I warned u.

Ch 1: Walk Me Home, Ch 1

A/N Here is chapter 2 of walk me home. I’m really sorry if you guys think these are too long but I can’t bring myself to shorten them. This is pretty smutty at some points. Let me know what you guys like and don’t like. Hope you enjoy!

This has only been edited by me, so excuse any errors.

Jo doesn’t remember falling asleep. She paced around her room for a bit, trying to sober up, to calm her thoughts. Her memories from the club are hazy at best. She remembers the liquor and the weed and the cut up white lines. She remembers the blue eyed boy and his friend touching her, pulling her to a private room, her not knowing what was going on. Then Tony and Peter were there, and she was pushed to the ground somehow. And a set of brown eyes, looking at her with an intensity she wasn’t used to. Like they already knew her. But that’s not possible, because she doesn’t let anyone know her.

              She definitely remembers getting into a screaming fight with Tony and being a jerk to Peter. Good, she thinks, crawling into bed, maybe they’ll realize I’m not worth their time.

              She must fall asleep eventually, because the next thing Jo remembers is lurching awake, nauseous, and running across her apartment to the bathroom she shared with Camille. She vaguely registers two forms asleep on her L-shaped couch before she falls to her knees in front of the toilet, retching up all of the shit in her system. “Fuck,” She mumbles to herself, wiping tears from her eyes. She holds back her own hair and dry heaves some more.

              She doesn’t hear anyone approach, but rather feels a warm hand in her hair, pulling it back from her face. “Leave me alone,” She groans, forehead resting on the cool porcelain of the toilet.

              Peter Parker chuckles, “Maybe if you could puke a little quieter.” His knuckles rubbing the back of her neck sends chills down Jo’s spine. She hopes he doesn’t notice. He does.

              “Stop being so nice to me.” Jo legitimately feels like she might be dying.

              “I can’t be mean to my boss’s daughter.” Truthfully, he was intimidated by Jo, and seeing her sick and vulnerable on the bathroom floor evened the playing field, at least to him. He knew who she was, of course, before first meeting her hours ago, but actually seeing her was a whole different story. He felt like his life had stopped and started when he looked into her eyes.

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Theo Raeken x Reader ( Drabbles)


PS : I haven’t been posting because my exams are starting today and I had some serious shit to cover. I apologise. Hopefully if you like this I’ll post more.

You were awake and whispering sweet nothings to Theo who’s smiling face was inches away from yours. You’d usually spend time in the morning by checking your phone for straight half an hour. It changed since you moved in with Theo. You’d talk about the dreams you had or midnight snack adventures you went on.

“My hair poked me in the eye at least thrice now” he says, rubbing his eye vigorously. You slowly pull his hand away from his face asking him to stop doing that before he hurts himself.

The hair has grown too long. “You need a haircut” you say, examining the eye which was now red.

He groaned which definitely hinted at his laziness to go get one. You suddenly had a brilliant idea.

“Can I cut it?” You ask, so excited that you were ready to get out of bed and do it right away. That speaks for something.

His eyes widen. “No no no” he says repeatedly, subconsciously touching his hair.

“Pretty please?” You pout. The puppy face usually gets to him.

“Even if I cut them weird they’ll grow back in a day!” You justify your request.

He groaned in response which was a yes. You squealed and he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Only because you’re cute and I’m too lazy”

You were almost done with your masterpiece on his hair.

“Almost done” you say snipping a little more of his hair from the back of his head. He was getting impatient.

“I thought you’d put a soup bowl over my head to cut them” he says and chuckles. He moves while he laughs and it breaks your concentration.

“Sit still Theo, I don’t want to mess it up for you” you say, licking your lips and trying to focus.

“I don’t have anyone to impress other than you” he points out.

“You better not” you say grinning. He looks at you through the mirror, acting shocked. That makes you laugh even more.

You drop the scissors on the dresser and fix the final strands of hair on his head before resting your hands on his shoulder.

“Do you like it?” You ask bending down to rest your head on his shoulder.

“It’s surprisingly good” he says. “I’m never wasting money on haircuts ever again”

You chuckle and kiss his neck and shoulder blades. “I’m glad you liked it” you say softly with a giddy smile.

“This was economic” he says as you brush off the cut hair off his bare back and shoulders. He turns to peck your lips.

“I was actually terrified that you’ll bring a soup bowl to cut my hair”

You laugh.


REQUESTED: “ Anyway, I wanted to ask if you could write another smut Imagine or one shot where y/n or the reader is best friends with Simon but they eve always had sexual tension between them and one night after they go clubbing, they go home and let it out? If this makes sense lol” (i cut some of the message off but to the person who requested you were so lovely thank you i made this extra long for you !!)

“Simon, can you get my zip?”

“Yeah, just come here.”

I held the dress to my front as I made my way over to where Simon was sat, looking at his phone. As it was Christmas, and I had no family to be staying with, I was seeking refuge in the Sidemen house for the next two weeks. I wasn’t the only one. Lewis and Freya were staying too. This was nice, however Lewis’ presence meant the spare room was occupied, leaving me to stay in one of the other boys’ room. I chose Simon being that he had been my best friend for the longest, and we had lived together for the first year of university anyway.  I stood in front of his chair. The squeak of his seat alerted me he was now facing me, and soon enough I felt his fingers brush against the exposed skin of my back. An unexpected gasp left my lips.

“Did I hurt you?”

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion before shaking my head. “Err no?” I questioned. “Your hands are just…cold.”

His chuckle vibrated through the room as he pressed his entire hand on the skin unexpectedly, as if to mock me. I gasped again. 

He moved his focus to my zip as asked, and began attempting to pull it up, clearly struggling. 

“Why do you buy your clothes so tight?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

He chuckled again, making me smile. This was the first time in a year and a half that Simon and I had seen eachother as we were both so busy all the time. He had certainly changed a fair bit in this time - not necessarily for the worst.

My thoughts were interrupted as a hand grabbed at my waist. With his other hand, Simon dragged the cold zip up my back, his fingers gently tickling my spine causing my eyelids to flutter shut. Suddenly the door opened.

“Hey are you guys- ummm?”

He contracted his hand as he stood up upon Freya’s arrival, putting his phone in his pocket.

“Did I interrupt something?”

He chuckled once again, walking past Freya to exit the room. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He turned to smile at me as he repeated my words from earlier, leaving me smiling against my will at the floor.

Eventually we made it to the club, and it didn’t take long before everyone was drunk. I wasn’t a heavy drinker but I enjoyed the confidence delivered by alcohol, so I made an effort around all the new people hear tonight. We all sat around a table on leather sofas at the back of the loud room, sharing a fish bowl before Callum piped up.

“So I’ve got an idea. Truth or dare?”

Everyone cheered, and I took a sip of my drink. Callum lay his empty beer bottle in the centre of the table and span it. I watched as it became a blur of green before landing. 

“Simon! Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” He took a swig of his beer. As callum looked around the group for suggestions. Freezy piped up.

“Odds on suicide shot then boys?”

Simon groaned, his expression sour as he accepted his fate, picking up the small glass of burning liqueur in front of him. I watched intently as he gulped it down, smashing the glass back on the table before biting a chunk out of the lemon slice attached to the glass. 


“Er no,” JJ interrupted. “You missed the last step.”

“Last step?”

“Yep. You have to lick a line of salt off the neck of the person to your left.”

He looked up at me with a smirk as it hit me that I was to his left. I felt Simon’s eyes on me, silently asking for my consent.


I moved my hair as he sprinkled salt from a salt shaker all over my neck, falling into my collarbone. He attached his lips to my skin, sucking gently, his tongue moving in circles. I squirmed slightly, resisting the urge to moan as he unknowingly sucked at my sweet spot. In an attempt to keep me still as he collected the salt his hand grabbed my thigh. I bit my own tongue to resist reacting. Eventually he pulled away, and the game continued. 

An hour later there had been sick, pain, mixed drinks and secrets, but the game was not nearly over. The green bottle slowed. Then, it came to a halt. I downed the rest of my drink. 

“Y/N! Truth or Dare?”

I put down my empty glass, feeling a lot more confident and buzzed than I was an hour ago.


“Say no more, Miss Y/L/N,” Freezy looked at me, one eyebrow raised. “I dare you to kiss Simon.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to me. I turned to Simon. Would this make things weird? Did he want to do this? I’d be lying to say it hadn’t been on my mind since the minute I arrived at the Sidemen house. Fuck it.

I put one hand on the left side of his face, leaning in and letting our lips touch. Instantly I forgot about everyone around us, moving my body closer to Simon’s and increasing the pace of the kiss. His tongue swiped my bottom lip and I opened my mouth slightly, granting entrance. 

“Oi there was tongue! I 100% saw tongue there!” Ethan exclaimed, drowning out the sound of JJ screaming. Simon pulled away, and I couldn’t help but smile as I looked down. 

“Right, I need a drink. Y/N come with me?” Freya looked at me intensely. I nodded, standing up and walking past the boys to get out of the booth.

“I’m coming!” Sarah stood up.

We made our way to the bar, each ordering the same drink. Freya and Sarah sat on the bar stools either side to me.

“Right, so Y/n. Sit.” Sarah smirked. I sat down. “What’s going on between you and Simon?”

Freya immediately interrupted. “Yeah, because that blatantly wasn’t the first time you two have kissed.”

“I’ve never seen two people so close to fucking without actually touching eachother’s bodies in anyway!”

The girls both laughed as my face heated slightly.

“We actually haven’t ever kissed before! That was the first time.”

“Okay, but it’s not the first time you’ve thought about it, right?”

“” Both girls interrupted into a chorus of shouts and ‘ooooh!’s as I smiled.

“So what is it? Do you like him?”

“I don’t know, I don’t think so. Not yet anyway. I’m not ruling anything out. It’s just, this is the first time I’ve seen Simon in over a year and he has got so attractive..” Both Sarah and Freya nodded in agreement. “I just feel differently. Like, I want him.”

“You want his dick.”

“Freya! No!” I was met with stares from both friends. “Okay, fine. Maybe.”


“No, no, no! I couldn’t do it! We’re best friends, that’s so weird. It would never work.”

“But why would it not work?” Sarah asked, her voice loud and excited. “You can still be best friends, just best friends that give eachother orgasms! That’s so cool!”

“Exactly,” Freya agreed. “Friendship and orgasms? The two best things ever. How could combining them go wrong?”

“I don’t know..what if it ends up being awkward? What if I catch feelings?”

“If it ends up being awkward you stop doing it. You become best friends that use to give eachother orgasms.” Freya looked up at me. “And if you end up catching feelings, we’ll help you figure out what to do next.” 

I looked down at my hands, silently weighing out pros and cons. I really don’t know why I’m thinking into it so deeply, I don’t even know how he feels. He may not even want to do anything with me. Suddenly I heard Sarah turn her chair around.

“Simon, lovely Simon, what a delight to see you! What brings you here?”

He gave her a questioning look as Freya giggled.

“Umm..well Ethan just threw up so we’re leaving. There’s two ubers waiting outside.”

“Two? Why two?”

“Not all of us will be able to fit in the first one.”

“So how many are we looking to put in the second one?”

“Only like two.”

I looked up, instantly meeting eyes with both of the smiling girls. 

“Well, shotgun the first uber.” Freya ran off towards where everyone was piling out of the door, followed by a shouting Sarah. Simon looked at me.

“Looks like it’s just me and you then.”

We said our goodbyes to everyone before getting into the car, both of us sitting in the back. Despite all the space around the car we sat closely, our legs touching. Freya’s words flew round my brain. I battled internally, wondering whether I should try and make a move. 

At last we arrived at the Sidemen house. Simon pulled out his keys, opening the door. The house was dark and quiet.

“Everyone must be asleep.” He said. I nodded. 

“Looks like it. Are you tired?”

He shook his head. “No, are you?”

I shook my head back. He put his keys down, taking off his shoes. 

“Wanna carry on drinking?”

“Of course.”

We made our way to the kitchen. I sat down on one of the stools, throwing my heels down as Simon reached into the top cabinet, grabbing several bottles. He placed them in front of me along with two glasses.

“Pour yourself whatever you want, I’m just gonna go to the toilet.”


I poured out an even mix of vodka and coke, instantly downing the whole thing before pouring another one. I wasn’t yet drunk, just slightly giggly and warm. Simon entered. He sat down on the stool next to me and poured himself half a glass of gin, downing the entire thing. I watched as his face scrunched up at the bitter taste. He reached for the vodka next.

“So Y/N.” He said my name, making me feel even warmer inside as I watched the liquid hit the bottom of the glass. “What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”

He turned to face me. “Last time I checked, you didn’t drink this much.”

“I’ve always wanted to,” I spoke honestly. “Just always been too scared. If I was gonna get really drunk I would want it to be with someone I really trusted.”

“So you really trust me?”

“Well, yeah. I mean I’ve known you most of my life.”

He smiled at me. “I trust you too.”

There was a silence. We held eye contact. Before I knew it, I was leaning in. Our lips touched. It was light at first, almost hesitant, gentle. Then it became rougher. He placed both hands on my waist, picking me up and placing me on the kitchen table. I ran my hands through his hair as he entered his tongue into my mouth, making me moan. His hands slid under my dress as his mouth moved to my neck, sucking and licking the area, gently nibbling every now and then. My head fell back. 

He moved his hands to my zip, beginning to remove my clothing. I stopped him.

“Upstairs. Now.”

He lifted me, carrying me on his waist up the stairs to his bedroom. I closed the door behind me as he threw me down onto his bed, instantly lifting himself onto me. I began undoing the buttons of his white shirt and he unzipped my dress, leaving me in nothing but underwear. His lips moved to my collarbones, and then my chest. I moaned once again as he submerged his hand into my underwear, rubbing my clit in circles with his index finger.

“S-Simon” I groaned, digging my nails into his back, leaving scratches all down his back. I moved my hand to the zipper of his jeans. “Take them off. Now.”

I felt him smile against my neck, complying with my request as he removed his jeans, leaving him in his underwear. I pulled those down too, wrapping my hand around his dick. I moved my palm up and down his length, alternating from fast to slow. He groaned against me. I flipped him over, moving down his body until my mouth came into contact with the place in which he was most sensitive. I swirled my tongue around his tip, looking up at him.

“Y/N please - no teasing.” He groaned again, flipping me over and pulling my underwear down and tossing it to the floor. I wrapped my hands around his back as he entered himself inside me, thrusting slowly. The sounds of our moans echoed around the room. 

He quickened the pace, placing a hand on my waist and the other over my breast causing my stomach to twist. He sucked again on my neck.

“S-Simon I’m close.” I uttered out as he went faster. His moans increased, as eventually I felt my body unwind, losing grip of his as I fell back. He thrusted one last time before collapsing beside me.


“Yeah,” I breathed. “Wow.”

He reached into his draw, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and putting them on. He passed me one of his shirts. I thanked him, sliding it over my head before lying back down. He pulled the duvet over us and put an arm around me.

“Night Y/N.”

“Night Simon.”