oh god i was testing something out

episode one :: Yuuri Katsuki is the most beautiful disaster that Victor has ever met in his entire life, and Victor has built his empire on beautiful disasters.



Victor isn’t sure he knows what he’s doing anymore by the time casting rolls around for season 22 of The Bachelor.  Okay, he knows what he’s doing, but it’s all autopilot.  He’s got a dossier of Chip Vanderbones and Tad Hardbeefs to look at, but is almost resigned enough to just give into Lilia and Yakov’s suggestion to cast Georgi Popovich, notorious histrionic Bachelorette season 10 runner-up, as this season’s lead out of sheer notgivingafuckness.  At this point Victor isn’t even sure whether he really wants to be in this game at all anymore, but what the hell else he would do besides sleep for a thousand years if he retired before thirty?  

And then Phichit Chulanont comes into his office to distract him during a conference call with Yakov to tell him a story about his friend who just crashed and burned at the Figure Skating Grand Prix Finals, and everything click click clicks into place: redemption narrative.  Twenty young men are going for the gold, but only one can win the heart of Yuuri Katsuki– he can hear the promos, see the character arcs unfold, and the narratives rush through him like they’ve always lived inside him and it feels–exciting.  

“Phichit,” Victor says suddenly, interrupting Phichit and grabbing him from across his desk.  “We have to get him.  He’s our next bachelor.”

“Oh my God,” Phichit replies, eyes widening, and then again, “Oh my God.

“Do you think you could get him?” Victor asks.  He’s seeing figure skating dates, thematic destination shoots in Chile and Finland and Iceland, “The Bachelor: Love on Ice” title screen flashing over two champagne glasses on the lip of an outdoor hot tub.  

“Do I think I can get him,” Phichit repeats dismissively, looking the closest to offended that Victor has ever seen him.  “What do you think you hired me for, Nikiforov.”

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More Like "What?" Wednesday (Test Run Part 2/2)

Context: It’s my first game ever, playing one on one with my friend as a DM to help me get the hang of it, and in the last part I opened a box while alone in the inn.

DM: You open the box and feel a bunch of tentacles come out-

Me(OOC): Oh my GOD

DM: Nah, I’m just kidding. You don’t.

Me(OOC): I knew you’d do that. I knew it.

DM: I’m kidding, I’m kidding. No, you feel something come out, feeling like it’s sucking your soul from your body, while also putting it back in. You pass out. When you wake up, you hear someone saying hello, but it’s clearly from your head.

Me(OOC): Oh, great, just what I needed. 

DM: Yeah, you’ve been possessed by a demon. He says the following to you: Don’t worry man, it’s cool. I’m not gonna be an asshole demon, I’m on your side! I protect you and make sure you’re chill, and don’t even take control of you. Except on Tuesdays. I get all of Tuesdays.

Me(IC): Why Tuesday?

DM(IC as Demon): Because of Taco Tuesday!

Me(IC): (quietly) … what the fuck is a taco?

Needless to say, we broke character to laugh.

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100 Days of Productivity
(7/100) • July 15, 2017

Today I finally got back to my studying routine. I had my second stats exam yesterday so I didn’t post anything because I was just so drained; I needed to rest a little. Today I mostly worked on stats homework. The highlight was getting my package of Pilot Juice pens!! I tested one out and oh. my. god. They write so smoothly- it’s like butter. I’m so excited to add them to my pen collection! Also I’ve noticed that sometimes when I try to post something, tumblr just won’t post/save it?? It’s annoying because then I have to rewrite the post again. Anyway, it’s been a good day overall :)

Electric Touch [m]

Smut // Dom!baek, spanking, choking, daddy!kink // rewrite 

“I’ll take your jacket,” Baekhyun says the moment you too step into his apartment.

“Thanks,” You unravel your scarf then slip out of your leather jacket, “I still can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“If you’re not comfortable you can back out anytime,” He takes your jacket and drapes it on top of his coat hanger, “You don’t have to do this.”

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anonymous asked:

supercorp bringing the baby home

“What do we do with her?”

Kara all but floats into the seat beside her, so careful not to jostle Lena and, way more importantly she suspects, the tiny, tiny, oh my god so tiny–

“Lena?”

“I have no idea.” She can’t believe they let them leave, just her, Kara, and this tiny little life they somehow (somehow? Daxamite technology and Kryptonian knowledge and the brute force of Lena’s very human levels of intelligence and failing over and over and over again until somehow) managed to create.

“You’d think there’d be like a test,” Kara says, voice as gentle as the hand she reaches out to brush against the very real flesh of this person that’s going to call her…. “A quiz or something?”

Lena tears her gaze away from their (hers, hers, in a way that has anchored into every corner of Lena’s being, and yes she’ll share her with Kara, endlessly, happily she is both of theirs, but she is her) daughter, finds Kara’s just as fixed. “What will she call us?”

They hadn’t discussed it. No names; not for her, not for them, not for anything until she was real. And now she is.

“I read this article,” Kara eventually says, still focused on this thing they’ve done, the round of her cheek beneath fingertips, “about how kids with same sex parents– how they don’t always stick to mom and mamma. How they’ve been makings up names, weird things that make no sense, and–”

“What’s ‘mom’ in Kryptonian?”

Je ju.” Kara blinks, as if speaking the word has woken her from a daze, and she meets Lena’s eyes now. “It…”

There are so many things that Kara cannot have of her old life, practically anything, really. But this, a strange new world for both of them where these tiny little people don’t play by the rules?

“Sounds pretty nonsensical.” And it’s hard to loosen her grip, but Lena does it because Kara is right there looking at her like nothing has ever been this real before now. “Je ju,” she whispers, fingers gentle against Kara’s cheek where she can feel the way Kara’s happiness floods into her grin.

Wicked - Bucky x Reader

!!!REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

Summary: You were injured during a mission two weeks ago and put to much preassure on your healing wounds, doing more damage than you thought possible. Bucky fears he will loose you.

Warnings: Mild profanity (very mild), death, blood (?)

Words: 2,400+

A/N: I changed from my last post and I now write as “she/her” instead of “me/I” as I like the sound of it better! Please tell me what you think!

Originally posted by il-salice-errante

Originally posted by coporolight


Out of every, possible event, she hated Tony’s “celebration parties” the most. They could have gone one a stealth mission and gone unnoticed to the world, yet he would throw a party for their victory and people would show up clueless, desperate to mingle with the mighty Avengers. It was pathetic, if she had a say in it, both from Tony’s part and the guests, but there was little she could do about it apart from not attending the party itself. She usually ended up working in some form instead, either training or doing paperwork. This particular time, training sounded more needed.

They had came back from their mission a two weeks prior and she had spent those weeks resting. God knows she needed that time off but her body couldn’t rest for long before it began to crawl with anticipation for any kind of action. Whatever action she could get from training would have to suffice. She entered the gym, which was eerily empty of course as everyone was having a grand ole’ time a couple of floors above. She didn’t have to worry about any machines she wanted to use being occupied however or having to hold back grunts and brutal expressions, which was a nice change.

She got on the treadmill, wanting to warm up a little with a two mile jog or something along those lines. She increased the steepness and put the speed on medium and created a steady rhythm in her movement. It was calming, feeling her body in synch with what seemed like the world. Her mind drifted from reality and to not, back and forth. She went over a few work-related things in her head that she had to remember, thought about that trip to the Caribbean she had wanted to go on for years. Before she knew it, the timer went off, indicating that her two miles were up. She climbed down the treadmill, her mussel warm and ready to continue working out. The only problem, she could feel the stitches hurting.

After their mission which was to hunt down a group of people who had gathered way too much chitauri technology for both their good as well as everyone else’s, she had gotten a little roughed up. Some guy might have stabbed her with a blade made out of chitauri metal. She was sick for five days with alien-fever, or whtever, whilst Bruce’s serum worked its wonders slowly, and the damn guy who stabbed her managed to pierce the bottom of her left lung of course. It had been painful to breathe the first week but after that it had became easier, and if she rested any longer, she would loose her mind.

She got onto the bench press, grabbing the weight that was still resting on it which was decent enough. She clutched her hands around the iron bar and took a few, steady breaths before raising it above her head. Her mussels tensed as she began to heave the bar up and down, sweat beginning to form at her hairline. She could feel the burn beginning to build up in her arms and she smiled, feeling like she was returning to her normal self again. Training was a big part of her life. Seeing as she had no powers or intense background story, training was all she had to remain qualified for the team.

Snap.

She could practically hear it.

The weight fell behind her head and tumbled onto the floor as she rolled to the side, falling to the ground with a loud and abnormally painful thud. Her hand clutched over her ribs where blood had already started drenching her white shirt. Her breaths became more shallow and extremely more difficult to take. No doubt, blood was beginning to fill up her left lung. She tried to sit up at least, but a wave of pain shot through her body, making her head involuntarily fall back against the floor. She attempted to put pressure on the wound that had split open as she felt more blood run down the side of her chest. That hurt more than anything however and a strained cry left her lips. Her throat felt dry but gradually the test of iron became more prominent. She tried to swallow it down and winced at how painful that was too, feeling numb from the pain that she kept going through.

“F-Friday?” She called out, hoping Tony hadn’t muted her for the evening, if that was even something he could do.

How can I assist, Ms. Y/L/N?

Oh thank god. “I need h-help… I’m bleeding I- I can’t… I can’t breathe.” Her chest was practically jumping up and down from the short and ragged breaths her body allowed her to take.

Contacting all team members.” She informed much to her relief. A few seconds passed of silence however which I she didn’t necessarily like. “I am unable to reach most of the team but I was able to contact Mr. Barnes.”

That would have to be good enough.

She remained as much pressure to the wound as she could but panicked as she felt blood reach her elbow. She glanced down, feeling faint at the size of the puddle which had formed around her. She was loosing blood, fast, and Tony’s damn party was ruining everything.

The door to the gym bursted open within barely thirty seconds and Bucky emerged in the doorframe, his chest heaving up and down rapidly and fear taking over him as he saw her laying on the floor. He was frozen in place for a few seconds, eyes blown wide.

“Oh god…” He rushed to her side, kneeling in the blood and removing her hand over the wound, whimpering at the sight before covering it with his own. She cried out in pain again as he put more pressure on it than she had herself, her heart rapidly beating at the increased pain which was unbearable. “I- I don’t know what to do!”

She met Bucky’s ice cold eyes, unable to focus properly as the faintness became stronger. “I don’t know e-either…” She admitted with a forced smile, revealing her blood stained teeth to Bucky who whimpered again.

Bucky looked down to her face as She lazily glanced up to the ceiling. He could see how dazed she was, how hard it was for her to breathe. Every fiber in his body wanted to do something but none of the options that came to his mind sounded any good, but he didn’t have much choice. “Listen, Y/N. I’m going to pick you up now, okay? I need you to keep pressure on that wound for me. Can you do that? Y/N?”

He tried to contact her which became more difficult by the second. She managed to nod however and placed her bloody hand over his before he pulled away. He put his metal arm under her back and his flesh one under her thighs, as steadily as possible raising her off the ground and feeling his heart rip at the weak sounds that left her lips from the torture she was under. He carried her out of the gym and his hearing listened to nothing but her breathing which he could swear became shorter and shorter.

“You with me?” He questioned as they reached the elevator, the doors opening up as they approached. She hummed quietly which was as good of an answer as he was going to get. He told Friday to take them to the others. He really couldn’t care that there would be a hundred guests on that floor. Y/N was far too hurt for him to care about some random people seeing her half dead in his arms, her blood covering both herself and him. As the elevator slowed down and they reached the party deck, it felt as of time slowed down too. Bucky felt adrenaline rush through his system as the doors open and the crowded room came before him.

“Steve!” Bucky screamed as loud as he physically could, the entire floor becoming dead silent by his thundering shout before erupting with yelps and gasps of shock. Tony was the closest and dropped the drink in his hand, the glass shattering and its pieces blending with the champagne. Bucky fell to his knees and placed Y/N on the floor, his jaw clenching as he saw how pale her skin was.

“I didn’t know what to do.” Bucky stated as Tony knelt on the other side of her limp body, beginning to look over her injuries. Steve was pushing through the crowd towards them and soon reached them, his mouth dropping upon seeing Y/N and all the blood on both her and Bucky. Tony raised her t-shirt to her chest, seeing the wound which had opened right up.

“Her stitches have been ripped. We need to get her to surgery, now! Where’s Banner?” “I’m right here.” He just came to the scene and Natasha and Thor were not far behind. Clint, Sam and Rhodes glanced back to her with worry from time to time but had all mutually understood that the guests couldn’t be left alone. The three of them created a small barrier and kept reassuring the guests that everything was alright, although it was far from.

“Bu-” She tried to say Bucky’s name but her voice betrayed her. “I-” Her breathing became alarmingly shallow and rapid, fear filling her eyes as she could tell herself that she was slipping.

“No…” Bucky said, a year rolling down his cheek as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. Everyone around him were in panic, hurrying for the things she needed, trying to save her. He just watched her as her face stilled and her chest fell flat against the floor, the life running out of her eyes until they were still as stone, staring right into his. “No…”

He pulled her into his arms, not listening to Tony or Bruce or even Steve. He pressed his lips against her forehead, rocking back and forth in panic as she laid there, dead.


He sat by the hospital bed where they had put her, eyes stinging red and his fingers fidgeting with the fabric of the hospital bed. He rocked back and forth subtly, anxious beyond compare. God, he had feelings for that women and he never even got the chance to tell her.

“It should be wearing off.” He said impatiently, watching Y/N’s pale face which appeared so lifeless he almost couldn’t look at her. Her pale lips were still stained red from her blood and it looked as if she would never wake up.

“It is.” Bruce tried his best to sound reassuring, and he did a good job, but Bucky didn’t care. He listened to the beeping of the heart monitor and studied her body like a hawk would its prey. Every movement he detected, every rise and fall of her chest. He noticed how her closed eyes tightened and how she sighed more deeply.

“Y/N?” His hand clutched hers, avoiding the clasp around her finger with a long wire from it. He watched as her eyes groggily opened and a smile spread across his face, tears welling in his eyes that he couldn’t care less about if she noticed.

Everyone could feel the electricity between the two of them, even Vision who had little to no grasp of the concept of love. Everyone could see it but the two of them it seemed. They were honest to themselves, at least. Bucky knew how he felt for her and she knew how she felt for him, but they were blind when it came to seeing one another. When she had been stabilized, everyone had left her be as they knew Bucky would want to be alone with her until the second she woke up. It didn’t matter if it would have taken a week. Bucky would have stayed awake every minute incase she ever needed him. It was a mystery how Y/N couldn’t see that and it was a miracle that Bucky hadn’t been able to see the pure admiration in Y/N’s eyes every time they spoke to one another. The two of them took the saying of “love is blind” to a new level.

“Hey…” He continued to smile as her eyes met his, his flesh thumb moving back and forth softly over her hand. “You left us there for a moment.”

She sighed again, trying to gather herself as the sedatives and painkillers were still dozing her off. “You did?” Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, looking for affirmation in Bruce who stood behind Bucky.

“We did.” Bruce confirmed.

“You want to know something cool though? Or something I know you’ll find cool, at least?” Bucky wanted to lighten the mood as he knew that’s what she wanted. He watched the curiosity begin to eat at her as he dragged out the moment.

“Just tell me!” She said impatiently, her normal character detectable.

“Thor had to use his hammer to jumpstart your heart.” He grinned and she gasped, lips parting and eyebrows raising.

“No. Fucking. Way.”

“I’m not kidding. We didn’t have time to get a proper defibrillator, so Thor improvised.”

“Ha… Wicked.” She let out an airy laugh, smiling. “One of you better have that on film. I swear, that’s going on my resume… Y/N, trained in hand to hand combat with the Avengers, electrocuted by freaking Mjölnir and still alive.”

Both Bruce and Bucky laughed when the door to the hospital-like room opened up.

“There she is!” Natasha emitted as she and Steve entered the room. She carried a bouquet of white tulips in her hand, knowing they were Y/N’s favorite. “How’s our idiotic friend, who though training after being stabbed in the lung was a good idea?”

Y/N flipped Natasha off, laughing before pain took over her features, her hand instinctively moving to her chest. “God that hurts.”

“I’m putting you on a three week rest this time. No lifting weights, you hear me? No training.” Bruce warned her and she saluted, confirming that she had indeed heard. Bucky watched as she slowly began to recover and act as herself again and it brought warmth to the old man’s heart. He had watched her die, watched her heart stop, yet only moments after waking up, she was back to normal.

Maybe it was the fighting spirit in her, or the pure joy she always carried around, but there was something about that girl that set her apart from everyone else in the best of ways.

IMAGINE: You help Jeff get good grades and agree to go out with him if he gets an A

Originally posted by cynicalsunset

After Jeff had texted you asking for help in history, you made your way over to his house. It was a short walk from your house, and it was a lovely evening. When you arrived, you knocked on the front door and his mom opened it.

“Hey, I’m Y/N. Jeff asked me over to help him with some school work.” You said, smiling sweetly.

“Of course, come on in.” She opened the door further for you to step in. “He’s just in his room.”

“Thank you.” You made your way up the stairs to Jeff’s room. 

There was only one door open, so you looked in to see Jeff sat at his desk, which was facing away from you. You quietly tiptoed over to him before putting your hands roughly on his shoulders and saying: “BOO!”

He jumped feet. “Oh my god, Y/N you scared the shit out of me.” He laughed after he’d recovered. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” You giggled. “Right, let’s do some history.”


You and Jeff had been studying for a while when he said something which surprised you.

“So, I was wondering if you’d maybe wanna go on like a date sometime?”

“Like a date?” You questioned.

“Just a date.” His cheeks became pinker.

You made a thinking face for a while before saying: “I’ll tell you what. You get an A on this test, and I will go on a date with you.”

“Deal.” He smiled, confident.


Just before the period that Jeff was going to do the test, you’d wished him good luck. Now that that period was over, you waited anxiously outside his class for him to appear. 

The door opened and students began filing out, and Jeff finally emerged from the classroom. He looked at you before holding up his test, which had a big red “A” written at the top. You smiled widely and threw your arms around him.

“I knew you could do it!” You said. 

He wrapped his arms around you too and said: “So… How about that date?” He smirked.

The announcement

(A/N): Give this man a family please 

Request: if you’re taking requests, can you write an imagine/drabble where the reader sees Chris’ interview about him wanting to be a daddy and the reader tells him that she’s pregnant?            

Warnings: none


Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

   It was no secret that Chris Evans was baby hungry, he had been for years, only now his intense desire for kids seemed to multiply. In any interview he was constantly talking about how much he wanted kids, how the two of you were trying but no matter how hard you did try it never seemed to work, a year of trying and nothing had happened yet. Well, after watching Chris’ latest interview where he got rather emotional about having kids you finally had some good news for him; you were pregnant.

   You were beyond excited to tell him, in fact so excited that by the time he walked through the door that night it took all of your willpower not to jump his bones and tell him the news. He was tired, he’d been doing interviews all day, you didn’t want to spring the news on him so suddenly, you wanted him to relax at least a little bit.

   “Doll?” Chris smiles as you nearly tackle him in a hug, your arms wrapped around him tightly. The man of course hugs back, how could he not? His arms wrap snugly around your waist and he can’t help it when he buries his face in your neck, breathing in deeply. He had once told you that you smelled safe, warm, like home. “Everything okay?” You smile and nod as you break away from him, biting your lip excitedly.

   “I do have some…good news for you,”

   “Yeah?” Chris smiles as he slides his shoes off, his jacket and shirt following closely behind.

   “Mhm,”

   “What is it?”

   “Well after watching your last interview I miraculously found myself pregnant,” At first Chris had no reaction, he just stood there, staring at you as though you had just found a cure to cancer or something like that. He remained like that for a bit, just staring, not saying anything. It was just starting to become concerning when suddenly Chris broke out into a huge smile, probably one of the biggest and brightest you had ever seen.

   “Are you- Are you serious?”

   “I have the pregnancy test in the bathroom if you need further proof-” But your sentence is cut short when suddenly Chris leans forward, capturing your lips in a messy but loving kiss (how those two work out, who knows).

   “Oh my god- we’re gonna be parents! Oh my- oh my- I have to tell someone!”

   “Chris,” You laugh as you cup his cheeks, forcing him to look you in your eyes. “I’m only a couple weeks along, lets wait until the first ultrasound and then we can announce it to everyone, okay?” Chris nods, smiling so damn wide you were surprise it didn’t break his face. You smile as you kiss him softly, letting your lips linger on his before you pulled away.

   “I can’t believe it- we’re gonna be- we’re gonna be-”

  “Yeah big guy,” You smile as you rub your nose against his, foreheads touching lightly. “We’re gonna be parents,”


   Tonight Chris was on Jimmy Fallon for his newest Captain America movie, one of the most acclaimed movies in the usa at the moment but for the time being no one cared about that, they were far more interested in Chris’ new babygirl, Nora.

   “So you’re officially a part of the dad’s club, how’s that?” Chris smiles as he looks a little offstage, to where you and you’re 6 month old baby were standing.

   “Amazing, absolutely terrific,”

   “Her name’s Nora, right?”

   “Nora the explorer,” Everyone laughs at Chris’ joke, everyone but you. “That’s her official nickname, (Y/N) absolutely despises it,”

   “Awww, how come? It’s a cute name!”

   “Because I’m constantly singing NORA the explorer, needless to say we’re never watching Dora in my house,”

   “And your wife is here, is she not?” Chris smiles and nods as he points right towards you.

   “Yep, she’s right there,”

   “Oh my god, is Nora with her too?” Chris chuckles and nods as Jimmmy looks towards the exit excitedly, mouth agape and eyes wide. “Oh my god, can I see her?”

   “Of course!” Chris stands up, walking over to you and taking your hand, leading you right on stage. The lights were bright, the ‘awws’ were loud and you were surprised that Nora wasn’t screaming bloody murder yet.

   Chris guides you over to Jimmy and you in turn cautiously hand Nora over to him, making sure that the jostling didn’t wake her up. She sleeps peacefully (thank god) within Jimmy’s embrace, just like the sweet little angel you had hoped she’d be.

   “Oh my god,’ Jimmy whispers as he looks down at her, smiling tenderly. “She’s so cute, oh my god, I literally cannot deal with how cute she is,” Both you and Chris smile and chuckle lightly as you look at your sweet babygirl, the babygirl you had made together. Chris wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you even closer to his body and yet he keeps his gaze remained on Jimmy and Nora, sweet, sweet Nora.

   You smile sweetly as you rest your head on Chris’ shoulder, looking at your baby and Jimmy as well. The two of you had finally done it- you had finally gotten pregnant, had a healthy baby, and now she was growing already.

   Chris turns his head, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You knew that Chris was thinking the same thing, even if he didn’t vocalize it, he was proud of the two of you too, you had created life, healthy, beautiful life.

   “I love you,” Chris whispers into your hair, quiet enough that his mic wouldn’t pick up on it. You can’t help but smile as you nuzzle against him only a bit, whispering the same words back.

Love Inversion Theory IIII

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

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Peter stared at his face at the pop-up screen. He turned pale and his eyes had grown wide. Slowly, he let the mouse hover over the green answer button.

And he quickly switched it to decline.

With a small click the screen disappeared and Robert Downey Junior had been rejected.

Peter took a deep breath and shut the laptop. There is no way he can continue to look at these things.

No way in Hell. Not without having a heart attack, or a panic attack, or maybe possibly both at once. Still, those ideas seemed less scary when comparing it to standing before thousands and thousands of people who knew Tom Holland when Peter didn’t. Worst of all, Peter had to know, and soon, because today is June 28th, 2017, and his ‘movie’ is premiering in just a matter of hours; Peter would have to go and pose on the red carpet and be Tom Holland.

He considered opening up the laptop again and doing as much research as he could but quickly decided not to out of fear for what little sanity he has left.

This room-isn’t it technically Tom’s? Maybe searching through it-calmly- could give some useful information. Peter bit his lip and slowly paced around the space. It was big for a hotel room. Peter had been in a big hotel room once and it was for a trip to Germany, sponsored by Mr. Stark.

Peter’s heart twisted at the thought of Mr. Stark.

Tony would know what to do.

If only there was a way to just get in contact with the others from his ‘world’. He grabbed up the hotel phone and punched in May’s number, that he had memorized. There was a dial tone and then a disappointing blip of words telling him the number isn’t in service.

Your number led to some foreign restaurant in Manhattan (although he didn’t know why since Manhattan and Queens have different area codes). Ned’s led to a household being run by what sounded to be an exasperated mother.

No other friends of his could be trusted with such information, mostly because a) he wouldn’t be believed and b) it could risk to the Spider-Man secret being found out. So he didn’t bother with any other numbers (not that he memorized very many).

If he could at least convince [Y/n] that he is Tom then maybe, just maybe, he can convince the rest of the world. Afterall, doesn’t [Y/n] know Tom best of all? Since they’re dating and such. That thought made Peter’s heart twists more. [Y/n].

You’re not his [Y/n]. 

Thinking of a [Y/n] who loves another person made the backs of Peter’s eyes sting with tears. He blinked them away, shaking his head with frustration towards himself.

I will not cry, he tells himself firmly. I have to keep myself together. I have to.

More and more time goes by. Peter orders a pot of coffee and pound cake in between his research-which consisted mostly of looking through the personal photos on Tom’s phone.

Most of them were selfies of him and someone-him and Ned without any hair, him with some other guy he didn’t recognize, him with you, him with Liz and Michelle. Most included you and the other guy.

Also a dog. A very cute looking dog.

Photos of who Peter expects to be his family are there too.

Peter found that he and Tom were much different despite looking exactly alike. Obviously they speak differently. But Tom styles his hair in a way Peter does not, holds himself with a lot more confidence and swagger.

Peter looked from a photo of Tom to the mirror in the bathroom. He set his palms flat against the counter and sucked in a breath. “I can do this,” he encouraged himself.

He seizes a hairbrush.


“And…done!”

He stepped back, looking at the final product. Peter admired his efforts which seemingly paid off. He looks just like Tom in the photos, now.

Peter puffed out his chest and smiled at the reflection.

Definitely like Tom Holland.

And all he has to do now his act like this the rest of the day-easier said than done. But there isn’t any other way out of it.

Peter cocked his head to the side, the arms on his neck raising and just then-

Knock knock knock.

I’m glad to know my senses still work, he thought gladly. He opens the door and you are standing there. “I’m just telling you that I’m home,” you say sweetly, seeing that he’s getting ready for the day.

Peter can’t help himself when he pulls you to a hug and then a kiss. His chest is still tight with anxiety-why would it be gone, after all?-and you’ve always been his feel-better charm.

Even after universal travel Peter still has you. That’s pretty damn lucky. He’s savoring that fact, especially now in the doorway of the bathroom with his tongue down your throat.

You make a sound, a cross between a gasp and a giggle. “Tom,” you say against him. No, you moaned it.

The word struck Peter’s brain, right between his eyes. Because he’s not kissing his [Y/n], he’s kissing Tom’s [Y/n].

And [Y/n], God, they have no idea. They’re standing there kissing him back anyways.

Would you be kissing him if you knew? If you knew how absolutely crazy Peter is going for being Peter?

He pulls away and forces a smile on his lips.

“That was a nice ‘welcome home,’” you tease, pressing your hand on his chest. “I got your suit for tonight. Want to see it?”

“Maybe I should put it on,” he replied tensely. He’d never been to a movie premier before and it’s nerve wracking to think about.

“Too early,” you shake your head. Before Peter knows it, you’re already leading him out of the bathroom and to the bed where two garment bags lay out neatly. “Besides, I’m planning on ripping you out of it once,” you add. “Twice would be too kind.”

Peter blushed very brightly. “[Y/n]!” he exclaimed.

“What!” you laughed, holding out your hands defensively. “What can I say, Spider-Man’s great in bed. I just can’t get enough!”

“Oh, my God,” Peter cried, but he laughed too. “This dress is…it’s gorgeous.”

You peer at him with hopeful eyes. “You think?”

The dress looks about knee length, in thin black fabric and loose strappy sleeves. The second piece is a baroque styled tailcoat with brass buttons. Very [Y/n], he thinks.

The suit is also black, featuring three pieces of a button down shirt, trousers, and a jacket.

Peter can’t really remember the last time he wore something so expensive looking. He’s nearly afraid to touch it.

“I do,” he says. “I think you’re going to be very beautiful. Darling.”

He tested out the word.

From your bashful look away, he assumed it worked with the effect he had been hoping for. You reach out and grab him by the collar. “We still have an hour before we have to get ready,” you say. “I can think of a few ways to pass the time.”

Peter doesn’t argue.


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Let’s continue - Montgomery de la Cruz

Originally posted by thegayfleet

A/N: Sorry that i’ve been so absent lately but I’ve been focusing on myself a little more since it was preatty necessary but I really try to write as fast and good as possible i promisee

Request: Hey I love your writing and I was wondering if you could please write a Montgomery imagine where he has a secret crush on you and asks you to go to prom with him. And even though you have nothing in common since you are the shy and qiuet books and band loving geek you agree to go with him and it’s just really cute and lots of fluff! Please and thank you so much

Word count: 1305

Finally some quiet time you thought by yourself when you entered the library. To be honest it was your favourite place of the whole school. It was quiet and you felt like all those popular kids who judged you all the time would never step foot in there so you were safe. You sat yourself down picked out the books you needed, plugged your earphones in and in a matter of time you were sucked in your cloud of concentration and solving your math and statistics problems like they were nothing. Suddenly you were woken up from problem 8c by someone who sat down next to you with a lot of noise. When you looked up you were shocked to see Montgomery de la Cruz sit next to you. You were probably staring awkwardly when you saw confusion come on his face.

“I thought this place was free, is it not maybe?” he said looking around already searching for a new spot.

“Oh eumh yeah it’s free.” You said awkwardly fast and stuttering. Your safe spot wasn’t a safe spot anymore you thought by yourself. As much as you hated to admit it the library was also you hiding place from Montgomery. You hated jocks, you really really did, but Montgomery had something, he had something that made you blush, something that made your knees weak and made you stare awkwardly cause you couldn’t get your eyes of him. But the past months you had caught him already staring when you were going to and now he was sitting here next to you looking like a god.

“What are you studying?” he suddenly asked bringing you out of your thoughts for the second time.

“I’m doing statistics, I’m at problem 8c, it’s about hypothese testing.”

“Oh what a coincidence I just have this hypotheses and I’ve been thinking about it a really long time now and I really need to know the possibility from it. Can you maybe help me?”

“I’ll try? What is it?” you said while taking a fresh sheet of paper.

“So if I would ask you to prom what is the possibility you are going to say yes?” you were focusing on your paper to write the details down when you fastly looked back up. You immediately started to look around.

“Where are they? Is this a joke? How much are you getting if I say yes?”

“Wowowow chill. I promise you this is not a joke or a bet or anything like that. I honestly like you.” Montgomery said while laying  his hand on yours making your heart almost jump out of your chest. You always wondered how his touch would feel. His hand was big covering yours completely, they were warm and his palms even were a little sweaty. Was he nervous? You were staring at his hand on yours.

“So are you in or?”

“I guess so.” You said with some hesitation

That was 5 weeks ago and now here you were standing in your room in front of your mirror. You chose a red dress with cross over on the back showing mostly all of your back, you took your sisters black strap on heels and channel purse and also some earrings that matched. Your hair was in loose long curls and you had a dark smokey eye as make up and for the first time in 18 years you went with lenses instead of your glasses. You were checking every detail a last time when you heard the doorbell ring. You walked out of your room to hear Montgomery talk to your mom. He was telling such sweet things about you it made you calm down immediately, you were mostly calmed down by the softness of his voice but he also made your heart melt a little by the compliments. You were starting to walk down slowly when his gaze suddenly met yours. Montgomery was wearing a plain black suit with a with button down, the first 2 buttons still open. He had this small red rose in his pocket matching the colour of your dress perfectly. He checked you out from head to toe, his mouth agape. You finally got down and stood in front of him.

“Are you ready to go?” you asked with a small smile, Montgomery was still stunned by your looks.

“You look absolutely mind blowing.” He said.

“The boy is right about that sweetheart. Have a fun night and stay as long as you want just keep me up to date.” Your mom said. The time went by fast and you were having the time of your life. You were dancing like you never danced before and by the looks Montgomery was giving you you weren’t bad at it, at all. Through out the night you became aware of Monty coming closer and closer to you but you didn’t mind. Suddenly the Dj started to play a slower song. Like a real gentleman Montgomery picked your hand and asked you to dance with him. You blushed a little before you nodded affirmatively. You laid your arms around his neck while he pulled you closer, his hands on your lower back. You were on cloud nine enjoying every second when Montgomery whispered in your ear.

“Let’s go somewhere more quiet.” You heard before he took your hand and guided you out. You were confused at first but you decided to just go with the flow tonight and see where the night brought the two of you. You were walking towards his car.

“Where are we going?” you asked

“You’ll see.” Montgomery said before he got in himself and started the car. After a short drive of 20 minutes Monty stopped the car on a dark place and helped you out of the car since it was a little hard with your heels. Before you could ask something Montgomery told you to jump on his back and walked with you through some bushes, making sure you wouldn’t get a single scratch on your legs. When you finally got through, what felt like a jungle, you were looking at the most beautiful view you had ever seen. You were looking over the whole town, with all the beautiful city lights shimmering and the stars shining above you, you were mesmerised when you suddenly heard music play again.

“Let’s continue our dance here?” Montgomery said while walking closer to you.

“We came all the way here to continue our dance?” you asked while laying your arms gain around his neck followed by his hands on your lower back.

“Yeah I kind of was done with all these guys eyeing you up and down, you’re my date not theirs.”

“There was no-“

“Yes they were y/n.” You giggled at Montgomery’s response blushing a little and looking at the ground.

“Do you have any idea how cute you are when you giggle like that?”

“You know I can only handle a certain amount of compliments per day, you’re already way over that limit.”

“Then make me shut up.” Montgomery said confident. You were caught a little by his smoothness and looked with wide eyes in his beautiful brown eyes. You smiled softly before Montgomery cupped your face with both hands and slowly brought your lips closer to his. When your lips finally met his it felt like 10 000 fireworks went off and not just butterflies but a full zoo was released in your belly making you smile against his lips. Suddenly Montgomery picked you up and spinned you around after breaking the kiss.

“You just made me the happiest person alive, I’ve been waiting for this for 6 months already.”

“The feeling is mutual.” You said before kissing him again, you tasted him once and you already couldn’t get enough of Montgomery de la Cruz.

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i knock on king harald of norway’s door weakly. there are bags under my eyes, i blink quickly to keep them open. i am….Tired 

“oh, it is you again” he says. he appears almost as tired as me. almost 

“harald, your highness, your majesty. you gotta do something. the trailer….it’s not coming. your country is content-starved….the world…..is….content-starved” i can barely finish my sentence. harald simply puts a hand on my shoulder, we remain silent as he nods for two whole minutes

-

harald and i show up to the storting (the norwegian parliement i’ve done my research) the following day. we stand in front of the members of the parliement 

“something must be done, and it must be done now.” i roll out the bill harald and i managed to write yesterday, The Bill To Make Julie Andem Drop The Season 4 Of Skam’s Trailer. i can hear a few whispers in the room “…oh god, finally”, “my daughter can’t stop talking about this trailer”, “my son failed his biology test last week, said he can’t think of anything else”, “my whole family has been losing sleep over this” 

and so they vote. without surprise, the vote is….unanimous. i sigh with relief. harald and i do our secret handshake. we dit it. 

but then 

the doors of the storting open once again. i turn around and see…….julie??? i immediately hand her the bill, told her it’s just been approved. she quickly reads it and….smirks? which confuses me

“interesting,” she says. “well, this says i need to drop the trailer. which i was already planing on doing. but you failed to indicate when i needed to drop it so….” she looks at us and shrugs, hands me back the bill and leaves 

i am….speechless. i fall to my knees, put my forehead on the ground, weakly (i’m extra tired) hit it with my left fist. “why…..WHY” 

Secret Love Song - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 13)

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

Part 12


When Harry came back from washing up, you noticed he seemed a little bit off. You were going to ask him if everything was okay, but he just sat down and started eating the food in front of him. Harry tried to pretend that something wasn’t bothering him as he enjoyed lunch with you. He wanted to wait and see if you were going to bring up the reason why there was an opened pregnancy test in your bathroom.

There were so many thoughts going through his head. Of course, Harry wanted kids, but not now, he was still young and had so much to do before he was really ready to settle down and start having a family. Plus, the two of you had only been together for a few months and while he loved you and saw this relationship going for the long term, he was afraid that bringing a baby into this too soon could cause it fail and he didn’t want to have a split up family like that.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked putting your hand over his.

“Uh, yeah, just a bit tired ‘s all,” he said.

“Oh, well after this we could take a bath to relax before catching an afternoon nap,” you smiled.

“Maybe just a nap,” he said. “I’d be afraid of falling asleep in the tub. Actually, I’m not all that hungry right now, so I think I’m going to go lay down right now if you don’t mind.”

“Oh, not at all,” you said. “I’ll be in there in a bit.”

He nodded and got up from his chair and went over to kiss your forehead before heading into your bedroom. Now, you were really feeling like something was up with Harry.

Did you do something? Was he upset with you? You kept replaying the past few hours over in your head, but Harry was gone for the entire morning. He seemed fine when he arrived, so what happened that caused him to change. Maybe he got a text or phone call that upset him. If he was still acting weird after the nap, you were definitely going to approach him about what’s wrong.

Once you finished eating, you put Harry’s leftovers in the fridge and threw your trash away before cleaning up a bit and going into the bedroom. Harry’s boots and jacket were thrown on the floor and over on the chair. You raised up one side of the blanket and joined him in the bed. You wrapped your arms around him and cuddled up to him before falling asleep yourself.

**

When you woke up over an hour later, Harry was no longer in the bed. You sighed getting up and walking out into your living room, where you saw Harry standing out on the balcony. You walked out there and wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed his shoulder through his shirt. 

“Sleep well?” You asked. 

“Yeah,” he said sort of shrugging you off a bit. 

You sighed removing your arms and walking over to stand beside him against the railing. 

“Something’s wrong with you,” you said. “You can say that you’re tired, but I know it’s more than that” 

“I’m fine, really,” he lied. He wasn’t going to confront you about the test, but he really was hoping you’d tell him sooner rather than later. 

“No, you’re not,” you sighed. “Now, if you’re upset with me or I did something to make you upset, just tell me. Everything was fine this morning and now, you won’t even look at me.” 

“It’s not you,” he said. “I just have a lot of shit going on.” 

“And I get that, but does that mean I have to take the fall for it?” You asked. 

“I’m sorry, I’m just stressed, okay,” he said running his hands hair. 

“Well, I can help with that,” you said moving closer to him. 

“I’m not… I’m in the mood for that,” he said. “Maybe it’s just best if I stay at my place tonight.” 

“O-oh,” you said backing away. 

“I’m sorry,” he said looking over at you knowing that you were hurt. 

“Don’t,” you said holding your hand up. “Just don’t. If you don’t want to be around me tonight, then just go. You can see yourself out.” 

You walked back into your bedroom and slammed the door shut. You knew that this was more than Harry just being stressed. He was getting tired of you, that was something that always seemed to happen. The guy you were dating would start acting weird and pulling away from you. 

As soon as you heard the front door shut behind Harry, you broke down in tears realizing that your relationship with him was on its way to being over. 

**

When Harry got back to his place, he felt horrible. He felt bad about leaving you like he did, plus he hated being away from you. But he just couldn’t be stand to be there when he knew that you were keeping something from him. He was getting upset, thinking about how you kept trying to figure out what was wrong with him, when you were the one omitting something really major. 

Even if you took the test and it came back negative, he would have wanted to know that you two were experiencing a scare. But then he wondered if the scare would have been from him or not. 

He’s heard of women being pregnant for a while and not knowing about it and you two have only been together for a few months, but surely if you were pregnant by someone else since before you two met, then either one of you would have noticed. 

And there’s the fact that you told him you hadn’t slept with anyone since your ex and now Harry. God, why was he just sitting there on his couch making up all these scenarios in his mind, when he should have just asked you. 

He thought about it, he did, but he didn’t want to be that boyfriend. The one who was “snoopying” and had to know right then and there about it, but he was being a bit of dick right now with the way he was acting. 

“Damnit,” he groaned throwing a pillow across the room. 

**

After you calmed down a bit, you phoned Jess. 

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Jess asked quickly. 

“I’m sorry, I know you’re going through a lot today, but I think Harry’s going to break up with me,” you sniffled. 

“WHAT? Why?” She demanded. 

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “Everything was fine, perfect this morning when he left for work, and when he came back, again everything seemed okay, but then he started acting funny and when I asked him about it, he said it was tired, so we took a nap and I’d thought that would help, but it didn't” 

“When you say nap, do you mean an actual nap?” she asked. 

“Yes, we slept for like over an hour and then I went out to talk to him, but he was still acting weird. I asked him about it again and he said it was stressed, so I offered to you know sex him up, but he declined and said he wasn’t in the mood. Then he said it would just be best for him to stay at his house tonight and he left,” you cried. 

“Oh, honey,” she sighed. “I’m so sorry. Maybe he just really is stressed or something. This movie is a huge deal.” 

“I know, but I didn’t think he’d not want to be around me,” you whispered. 

“But what I don’t get is you said he was fine up until when?” She asked. 

“Just a few minutes after he got back to my place this afternoon,” you said. 

“Weird,” she said. “Did you say something that might have made him act weird?“ 

“No, not that I know of,” you said. “He came back with lunch for us and then he went into the bathroom to wash up a bit and he came back acting different.” 

“Wait, he went into the bathroom,” she said. 

“Uh, yeah,” you said. 

“And that’s when he started acting differently?” She asked. 

“Yeah, I think so. As soon as he came back to join me for lunch, he just seemed off,” you said. 

“Damnit!” She groaned. “Y/N, did you take out the garbage after I left?” 

“No,” you said. 

“Go into the bathroom and look in your bin,” she said. “I only grabbed the test, not the box.”

You quickly went into your bathroom and there it was on the counter, the opened box of a pregnancy test. 

“Fucking, it’s here on the counter,” you groaned. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N,” she said. “He must have seen it and thought it was yours. He’s probably thinking you’re pregnant or something.” 

“Oh my god,” you sighed. “Why didn’t I put this together before? God, I need to talk to him now.” 

“Yes, you do, and I’m sorry that I caused this,” she sighed. 

“Hey, you didn’t,” you said. “Shit happens.” 

“Tell me about it,” she mumbled. 

“How are you holding up with everything?” You asked. 

“Not well, but I’ll be okay, eventually,” she said. “But don’t worry about me, worry about talking to your man before he worries himself out of his mind!” 

“Will do,” you said before hanging up. 

You quickly started dialing Harry’s number, hoping he would pick up, however, it went straight to voicemail. Wow, he must really be upset with you. You took a deep breath, wondering if you should even bother going over to his house, but the possibility of your relationship with him depended on it, so you didn’t even bothering getting properly dressed before you went out to your car and drove straight over to his place. 

“Ahhh got it!” Sherlock jumped up from his chair and walked around the room tapping his fingers together.

“About time.” You laughed walking out of the kitchen. He gave you a funny look and turned around.

“He’s a scientist. How else would he have access to all those chemicals and, AND know how to use them? Ohhh I got you!  To think you almost had me fooled. Ooo, I have to tell John.” The world’s only consulting detective, grabbed his coat and made his way out the door.

“Sherlock—halt!” You yelled before walking over to him.

“Why are you leaving so quickly and with no goodbye?” You placed a hand on your hip and raised an eyebrow whilst waiting for an answer.

“I’ve had a breakthrough; I need to go get John.” He responded as he bounced around, ready to run, in the spot in front of you.

“Mr. Holmes,” You flipped his collar up like he prefers it, “All I ask of you is; to give me a kiss every time you leave, so I can have you with me in some sort of way in case something were to happen to you.” You ran your hands down his coat then let them fall to your side.

“I’m sorry.” He bent down to reach your lips then gave you a smile when he pulled away.

“Thank you– now go, the world needs saving Sherlock.” He spun around on his heel and began down the stairs. “Oh and Mycroft wants you to call him!”

“Tell him I’m busy!” He yelled from the bottom of the stairs. You let out a laugh and headed straight to your phone. With Sherlock’s newest break through, you knew he wouldn’t be home until later. You and Mary had gotten very close, so surely a girls night was in plan.

“Sure, I’ll be right over! Ooo, do you have my favorite biscuits?”

“Always.“ You answered laughing.

"Give me ten minutes.” Hanging up you noticed how you were suddenly craving tea, so you put the kettle on. As the water heated you cleaned up then waited for Mary to show up.

****

“Hello!” You heard a voice call from the front room. Walking out of the one you were in, you were met by Mary’s smile.

“Come in, come in! Have a seat. Would you like a cuppa?” You took her coat and bag and placed them on the rack.

“Yes, please. It’s colder than usual today. And to think our men will be running around London in this weather.” She said laughing.

“Ohh, I’m sure they can handle it.” You replied also laughing. You went to get her some tea with biscuits and were humming while doing so. You were thrown off when you turned around and saw Mary giving you a big smile.

“What? Do I have something on me?” You asked.

“No.” She answered shaking her head with a smile.

“Then what is it?”

“You’re glowing.” She smiled.

“Oh, we’ll thank you.” You laughed.

“No Y/N, you’re glowing.” She stuck her head out and looked at you.

“I’m not pregnant.” You denied her accusations.

“Y/N, I know a mother when I see one.” Mary smiled at you while you thought about everything that has seemed out of ordinary.  

“Oh my god.” You sat down looking around the room. “How do I tell Sherlock?”

*****
After Mary went home, you took a pregnancy test just to be sure and it was positive.

“This is for real.” You told yourself quietly.  Just a few minutes later Sherlock walked in so you went out to meet him.

“Hey.” You leaned on the door frame giving him a smile. “Did you solve the case?”

“Yes, as usual.” He smirked. He put his belongings down and looked at you again. Instantly he knew you were hiding something.

“Did something happen today?” He asked coming closer to you. You placed your hands on his face and gave him a kiss.

“Let’s sit down.” You followed right behind him and sat in the chair John would normally be in.

“So I’m just going to say it.”

“Mhmm.” His eyebrow lifted as curiosity set in.

“I’m pregnant…” You let out a deep breath. Sherlock didn’t move. He didn’t blink. For all you knew he wasn’t breathing. You sat there uncomfortable for the second time since meeting Sherlock. The first being when he told you your entire life story with just the way you smiled.

“Sherlock?” You put your head down to look in his eyes. “Are you alright? Do you want me to give you some space?”

“No.” He answered, shaking his head slowly.

“Ok, well I’m going to make some tea.” You got up and went to the kitchen. While you waited for the water, Sherlock came over and gave you a hug from behind.

“Oh– are you back, Mr. Sherlock Holmes?” You laughed turning around with his arms still around you.

“Think of all the cases he’ll be able to help me solve!” The detective looked around in thought, then to you.

“He’ll? You think it’s a boy?” You smirked.

“Well my mom did have two of them, it’s reasonable.”

“Oh lord, if he’s anything like you–”

“He’d be incredibly handsome, smart and love science.” Sherlock finished your sentence for you.

“Look out London.” You smiled giving out a slight laugh.

“There’s a new detective in town.” Sherlock grinned before bending down to kiss you.

oh my god ok I’m going to say this one more time:

aline is a lesbian. she kissed jace in city of glass because she was testing to see if she was attracted to boys or not.

“Look, what you walked in on, with me and Jace, it wasn’t anything. I kissed him. It was—an experiment. And it didn’t really work.”

“You don’t need to worry though. He’s not my type.” [Simon says something about thinking Jace was everyone’s type] “I thought so too,” Aline said slowly, “which is why I kissed him. I was trying to figure out if any guy is my type. cassandra clare has confirmed since city of glass that she is a lesbian.

city of lost souls: “[…]she remembered Aline telling her that she’d kissed Jace only as an experiment to see if any guy were her type. Apparently the answer had been no.”

helen is bisexual.

“There are four bisexual characters in the books and short stories that we know of as of the moment: Magnus, Helen, Michael Wayland, and Mark. Michael is a Shadowhunter, and there are other bisexual Shadowhunters in TDA and in TLH, though we may not meet them in the first books, we will certainly meet them later.” - cassandra clare on tumblr.

don’t erase their sexualities.

Exo Reaction: Morning Sickness

A/N: I’m really enjoying these so, thank you for the request!

Xiumin- Despite seeing you hunched over the toilet, hands gripping the seat, he could hardly contain his excitement as he soothingly rubbed your back, handing you a glass of water once you had finished. He didn’t want to leave you, but you warned him that it wouldn’t be good for the band if he skipped out on a practice, especially with their recent comeback. After thirty minutes of failed bribes, you finally managed to make him leave, promising you’d call him once you took a test. Later that day, he squealed as he dropped his phone, not caring if it shattered on the hardwood floor as he ran through the room, hugging and jumping with each member as he shouted, “I’m going to be a dad!”

Suho- It was the third time this week you had woken him up this way. Pushing his arms off you and accidentally off the bed as well, leaving him to stare at you in shock as you barely reached the toilet in time to empty your stomach. Managing to break himself from his daze, he made his way over to you, kneeling beside you as a soft smile broke out on his face. “I think I’ll run to the drugstore real quick. I want to make sure this isn’t just some stomach virus.”

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This was requested as a drabble but i started writting and now i just decided to make it a one shot.

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He was in shock. He was absolutely astonished, amazed, stunned, and about a thousand other synonyms for shocked. The object in Steve’s hand had the power to change his entire life, and the lives of those around him.

Could it be? Was it possible?

Stumbling into the living room, he stared forward, barely processing the questions being thrown at him from his teammates.

Bucky, Tony, Sam, Clint, and Bruce all exchanged concerned glances with each other. What could have possibly brought the practically unstoppable super soldier to a gaping mess?

The object in Steve’s hand was heavy despite it being made of only thin plastic, and as he finally managed to get this thoughts in some sort of order, a smile graced his lips, and he held up the object.

In his hand was a positive pregnancy test.


~Approximately 12 hours earlier~


You howled in laughter, holding onto your friends arm to keep yourself upright as you stumbled in your heels into the club. The lights flashed to the beat of the loud music and you could hardly hear the voices of your friends as they gestured towards an empty booth.

Sliding in, someone ordered some shots, and the party went on.

What had started as an innocent dinner with your old college friends, turned into drinks, which turned into wasted bar hopping.

And everyone knows when a group of girls get past a certain point of drunkenness, the good stuff starts coming out.

“C'mon (Y/n) you’re the only one left, don’t hold back any details.” Your friend called over the thumping music.

You snorted into your drink. The drunk part of you wanted to tell them everything, I mean who didn’t want to brag about how amazing their superhero boyfriend was in bed, but the sober part of you (as small as it was) still new better.

“Well, lets just say, he is not nearly as innocent as people like to assume he is.” you smirked as the girls lets out whistles and shrieks of laughter.

Your best friend, (f/n), did a fake overdramatic swoon, “Ugh, what I would give. Me and my man got in a fight the other week and he hasn’t touched me since.”

“Damn girl what did you do?” you laughed.

“Oh, (Y/n) you’ll get a kick out of this,” she chuckled, reaching into her purse and tossing your something across the table.

You eyes widened at the positive pregnancy test in your hands, “Oh my god, (f/n) are you- “

“No no, its fake!” she cried shaking her head, “I tricked my boyfriend and he did not find it as funny as I did.” she chuckled.

Suddenly one of your other friends cut in, “Oh my god, (Y/n), you have to do that to Steve!”

The table erupted into shouts of agreement and you tucked the test into your bag, quickly forgetting about it as the subject shifted to the topic of the bartender who had apparently been giving you looks since you sat down.

Hours later, you stumbled into the tower, hardly remembering how you arrived there, and tried to make your way to the room you shared with Steve. You barely made it to the living room before flopping down onto the couch, content with sleeping there that night, but luckily FRIDAY let Steve know of you position.

When he walked out and saw you face down on the couch, your hair a mess, your dress riding dangerously high on your thighs, and heels hanging off your feet, he couldn’t help but laugh before he gently shook you awake, “(Y/n), doll, c'mon I’m gonna take you to bed.” he whispered.

“How romantic,” you purred looking up at him.

He laughed and scooped you up into his arms as you giggled into his chest, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He mumbled, kissing your forehead as he set you on the bed before slipping off your shoes. He managed to slide off your cocktail dress before you latched onto him again.

“Are you trying to initiate something with me Captain?” you hummed.

“If you’re still feeling up to it in the morning, then I’d be happy to initiate, but for now you need to sleep.” he said, and while he was almost positive you didn’t hear a word he said, you let him help you into your pajamas. All while looking at him with those beautiful (e/c) eyes and a sensual smirk, like you had something planned.

The second he joined you in the bed, you jumped onto him and passionately pressed your lips to his.

Crawling ontop of him you deepened the kiss and ran your hands through his hair.

“Mmh, (Y/n), you need, to, sleep.” Steve mumbled through the kisses. After a few moments, you pulled back with a satisfied look in your eyes, flushed cheeks, and swollen red lips. It took all of his self control not to pull you back into another kiss.

Placing small smooches on his jaw and neck, you snuggled into his side, “G’night Steve.”

He smiled down at you, “Good night (Y/n).”


When Steve woke up again, it was due to a combination of your moaning and his alarm clock. He quickly rolled over and shut off the beeping, causing you to let out a sigh of relief and pull the blankets over your head to block out the morning sun.

“How are you feeling doll?” Steve chuckled as he sat up.

“I think I’m dying,” You groaned in response.

“So I’m guessing you don’t want to join me on my morning run?” he asked.

“Just the thought of that it making me nauseous.” You grumbled, your face pressed into the pillow.

He placed a gently kiss on the back of your head as he got up, “I’ll be back in a little bit, ok?”

All he got in response was another groan.


Walking out of your room, Steve made his way into the living room, smiling at Natasha who was sitting with her coffee.

“Morning.” she smiled, “How’s (Y/n)? I heard her stumbling in late last night.”

“Not good,” he said shaking his head.

“I’ll take her to breakfast, get her some fresh air and hangover food.”

“Thanks Nat.”

“No problem Cap.”


Hours later, after a long run, Steve returned to the tower to find his and your room empty. Walking in, he stumbled over your purse, which was laying on the ground where you had dropped it last night. And out of it came the small stick that cause Captain America to completely freeze up. And that brings us to where we are now.

The men in the room all gaped at the pregnancy test.

“Is that…” Sam mumbled.

“Steve, is that (Y/n)’s?” Tony asked, taking the test from his hands, only for Steve to grab it right back.

“It fell out of her purse…I mean, why else would she have it?”

Bucky chuckled, slapping his best friend on the back, “Congrats punk.” he said, beaming with happiness for him.

“God, can you imagine, having a little baby crawling around here? Ohh, I can make it a little suit!” Tony said.

“No, my kid is not going anywhere near your suits.”

“What names are you thinking of?”

“Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?”

“I call being the godfather!”

“Ha, we both know I will be the godfather!”

The group gushed over the possible baby like a group of middle aged women which was a very weird sight for you, Nat, and Wanda to see when you walked back in from breakfast.

“Uh, what’s going on here?” Wanda asked.

“I have no idea.” You said back.

Suddenly, Bucky’s eyes met yours, and he quickly spun Steve around so he was facing you.

Your boyfriend’s face absolutely lit up when he saw you standing there. He always looked at you with eyes full of love and adoration, but this was a whole other level.

“(Y/n).” he said in what was a mix of a sigh and a laugh. He scoops you up into his arms and hugged you tightly, but gently.

“Nope, still hungover, don’t squeeze me too hard.” You laughed, and he set you down, “What’s gotten into you?”

“I, uh,” he took a deep breath, “I found this.” He held up the pregnancy test, and you physically felt your soul leave your body.

“Oh…Oh no no, Steve that that’s not-” you stammered.

“(Y/n)! Why didn’t you tell us!” Natasha asked.

You were bombarded with questions from the team, ranging from how far along you were, to whether or not it was from that time Tony walked in on you gettin it on while you two were skinny dipping in the hot tub (but that’s a whole story on its own).

Looking around the room, your eyes met Wanda’s, and judging by the nervous look on her face, she knew the truth.

“Guys.” You said, but it was lost in the commotion, “Guys listen!” you shouted.

They quieted down, and you looked hesitantly at your Boyfriend, the look of excitement in his eyes broke your heart, “Steve, that’s not real.” you sighed, closing your eyes so you wouldn’t have to see his reaction. But you didn’t need to, you could hear the heartbreak in his voice.

“What…?”

“I’m sorry, my friend gave it to me last night as a joke and I completely forgot about it and…” you trailed off, looking into his eyes, “I’m sorry.”

It was silent for a moment as what yoy said sunk in. Then he spoke up, “Th-that’s ok (Y/n),” he said with a sad smile, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have made a big deal about it. I should have asked you about it first.”

With a tight lipped smile, he awkwardly left the room.

The team stood in a stunned silence, and you sighed rubbing your face before following Steve.

It took you a bit to find him, he wasn’t in your room, or in the gym, or anywhere else you could think until you finally found him on the balcony looking out over the city. The fake test was sitting next to him.

“Steve, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have even brought that home.” You stood next to him,  melting into his side and he put his arm around you.

“It’s not your fault. I just got excited I guess.” he said, laughing a bit.

“I didn’t know you wanted kids so bad.”

“Either did I. I guess when I saw it there and thought you were pregnant, I realized how much I love you. And thinking of it all, it just made me excited. And…if you want to, I love to have kids with you.”

“I would love to have kids with you too,“ you smiled up at him, and he leaned down to kiss you, “And you know, we do it so often I wouldn’t be surprised it I really was pregnant and just didn’t know it.” you winked up at him, “But, just to seal the deal, maybe we should recreate that time in the hot tub.”

~

Not really feeling that ending but whatevs. I am slowly getting through all my requests so there should be more coming soon.
Hope you enjoy!!

Quill { Peter Quill Oneshot}

“34,35,36,50,51? I hope that’s not to many together 😓 but if you with Peter Quill please! Smut and fluff and maybe little angst? Can’t wait to see what you come up with!! ❤❤” @zuni21798 {xoxoxo}


   You know peter still has feelings for Gamora, no matter how much he denies it . They have this unspoken .. thing. But you believed him when he said he cares for you, which is how you ended up in bed with him. Numerous times. This time isn’t any different .

  The way peter kisses you is hypnotic, his lips dance perfectly with yours, his tongue glides over yours at just the right moments .

“ peter - I’m so close!” You whimper out, making his pace pick up. He has you bent over your bed , his hips smacking into your ass as he pounds into you .

  “ is this what you want baby? You want to cum around me ?” He asks through his pants . You moan in response , words not able to form once his hand goes to toy with your clit. You feel your walls clench around him as he hits your sensitive spot head on with his dick, over and over again.

  “ fuck yeah babe, I can feel your pussy tightening around me, just - one - more .” He thrust one last time, harder than any other and throws both of you spiraling into your orgasms. You let out a high pitch moan as you claw onto the sheets , peters hands gripping your hips just as tight.

  “Damn.” Is all he says before he pulls out. He cleans the two of you up, before getting dressed and leaving to help rocket with something . You fall into a peaceful sleep within minutes .

 You wake up to the feeling of being watched , when you sit up you catch rocket staring at you from your door .

  “ can I help you? ” you ask

“ if you tell anyone I asked you this , I’ll deny it and leave little bugs in every pair of your underwear.” He threatens before continuing,“ y/n what’s it feel like to- cuddle ?” He asks shyly .

You send him a sweet smile, “ it’s great rocket, it warms and sweet. It’s one of the best feelings in the world . ”

He nods “ if you ever want to , you know , try it , I’d be happy to cuddle you Rocky.” You offer

  “ what no gross . ” he quickly turns back into his asshole self .

“ suit yourself .offers always open though .” He waves you off , changing the subject ,

“ can you find quill I need his help again.”

You nod, going on a search for peter. You hear his voice and follow it down the hall… to gamoras room.

“ gamora it’s not- it’s not what you think.” Peter pleads.

“ peter I’m not mad, all I said is that it’s nice how well you and y/n seem together.”

“ I can see through you gamora . You’re the one that denied our thing, you don’t have a right to be mad .you know I still care for you, but I’m not going to wait forever .”

You clear your throat, making your presence known. “ rockets looking for you peter. ” is all you say before taking off down the hall to your room. You hear peter calling after you but you ignore it, shutting your door behind you and locking it. He lied, he still has feelings for her. Was I just a way to pass time for him? A rebound ?

You ignore him for the next couple days , only leaving your room when necessary. You’ve been getting progressively sicker over these days, waking up and vomiting everymorning. You know the signs, so when you stop on the next planet you grab whatever form of a pregnancy test they have . When you take it, the results are exactly what you don’t want . As you hold the weird shaped stick in your hands your door flies open .

have you ever heard of knocking ?! God Peter , learn some manners-” You yell, quickly hiding the sticks behind your back.

Can you pull your head out of your ass for 5 fucking seconds , Jesus. you’ve been avoiding me for days, why-”

I heard everything

“ it’s not what you-”

“ forget it peter, it’s fine I-”

“ what’s this ?” He asks picking up the discarded test box. Oh fuck

is there something you want to tell me?” He asks calmly . You sigh, letting the tears fall from your eyes as you hand him the stick

“ I’m pregnant.”

“ holy hell.. I’m going to be a dad?” He asks shocked You don’t get a chance to answer , peter picks you up and jumps up and down . “ oh my god ! I’m going to be the coolest dad !”

“ but what about gamora?” You ask

“ it’s in the past y/n, I think I misconstrued my feelings for her, the more I thought about it the more i discovered they are platonic . I want you, I care about you and now my totally rad kid ! Hell yeah!”

  well this isn’t how I thought this would go

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it-is-i-the-funkiest-nut  asked:

Hey hey!! How would the RFA + V react to a MC that always glares at them when they bother them? But it's just a defense mechanism because they grew up with younger siblings.

hi hi!! hhhokay so…. it’s a lil short and I mostly stuck w reactions to being glared at for bothering MC?? (lololol im the youngest sib of three so.…)

Zen

-concerned
-mildly offended
-how in the world could anyone find him bothersome?? he’s perfect????
-but he does back off to pout
-and slinks back a while later to ask what that was about

Yoosung

-pouty boy
-think Tamaki Suoh from OHSHC
-one glare from MC makes him feel so guilty omg
-his eyes get all wibbly
-pls do not make this precious boy cry
-bc he will
-and you’ll feel bad about it

Jaehee

-outwardly..
-not even fazed??
-she has dealt with hungover Jumin Han at his worst, she can handle a reflexive glare from MC
-inwardly worried as hE C K
-has she done something?? maybe she’s not paying MC enough attention???

Jumin

-immediately worried that he’s done something terribly wrong
-apologizes
-cannot stand the thought of having offended MC somehow
-asks what’s wrong
-promises to correct whatever it was before even getting an answer

Seven

-a lil alarmed, ngl
-also rly apologetic
-upset that he has upset his SO
-but that’s only until he’s got it all figured out
-because after he knows it’s just….. like, ,, a reflex
-he intentionally bothers MC
-oh my god he’s probably testing his limits this idiot

V

-he goes,, , , quiet
-receiving that glare,,,
-guiltguiltguilt
-a very very quiet “i…..im sorry, MC… ive upset you..”
-quick to give MC space tho
-like he is hella understanding but Boy does he Feel Bad

Could It Be?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Request: @msimpala67- I have a request the reader and dean have been together for a while now and she’s always been a very emotional person and then she finds that she’s pregnant which makes her more emotional and Dean just blows up at her and she runs out the bunker and then he finds the pregnancy tests and feels like an ass? I have had that idea for so long but I’m just not sure how to write it thank you sweetie!!

Warnings: Angst, fluff, language.

Word Count: 1,837

A/N: So this was waaaaaaayyyyy longer than I intended. But I put a lot of thought into it. Hopefully you enjoy it and feedback is always welcome.

Originally posted by heytheredeann

“Dean why is it so hard for you to actually put the dishes away? Stop leaving them on the counter and actually make the effort and put them away!” You snapped as you slammed you bowl down on the table.

Dean looked up at you annoyed. “I set them there when I was pulling dishes out for breakfast. I was going to put them back after we were done.”

“You never put them away Dean. You always say you will but I always have to do it.” You didn’t know why this irked you but it did. You were always having to clean up after Dean. You were his girlfriend, not his maid.

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