oh my god look i made a thing

so. they made a new german discworld essentials edition, with a new covers (which is good because the old ones are real bad)

and they are these manga-like ‘build a picture’ style, which i like

but. oh my god. look at that vimes


this isn’t samuel ‘worked the night-shift for 30 years, runs on coffee and spit, has probably not slept more than 3hours any given day’ vimes

this is the guy who played vimes in a murder-mystery play, ‘inspired by real events’. hammy acting, horrible script, ‘Clues’ everywhere, heroic fightscenes, big speaches. Vimes threatened to shut the whole thing down for slander.  Sybil probably got an autograph

Things I Love About Day6
  • Jae: that habit where he holds his guitar picks in his mouth; his fingers; Cali boy English; the Icarus rap in Like That Sun; his spirituality and connection to his religion is really admirable; that time he agreed to trade Wonpil for two buckets of friend chicken and a box of boiling crab; his nose is so cute; the gold mine that is his old social media; yellowpostitman; his guitar names; his lame but endearing sense of humor; hashtag king; Jae has really nice legs; his little high pitched laugh when he gets surprised or excited about something
  • Sungjin: HIS HANDS everything about his hands, the veins and the big knuckles and the way he uses them when he talks and the way his fingers get all crooked when he plays guitar; dancing skills obv; Richard the bike; the way he looks in blazers; the way he looks in tank tops; the first time he cried at their concert; such a neat freak lol; he takes so much care of his members; how he opens his eyes super wide when he's mad; the chorus of like every song; super expressive eyebrows; his shoulders are so broad
  • Young K: he's in college and he studies accounting; his voice is so nice not just his singing voice but just his speaking voice like I could listen to him talk forever; so intense onstage and so soft offstage; his relationship with Terry; when they flipped the banner in Taiwan; he eats so much; that hand symbol he makes that looks like a six; the dangling earring he wears sometimes that looks like a dream catcher; all those breakup songs; that time they made him display his biceps on Chinese TV; the way he squeezes his eyes shut when he's embarrassed
  • Wonpil: SMILE oh my god his beautiful enormous ray of absolute sunshine smile is my most favorite thing in the world; Sofa; his hair is naturally curly; his relationship with his sister is literally the cutest most pure and wholesome thing in the world; he annoys the members so much lmao; his tattoo and esp the meaning behind it; "I like a girl who has a dream and pursues it"; his piercings are so attractive; the pink sweater; that one leather jacket; how he closes his eyes when he's playing keyboard; his voice pitches a little bit lower when he's being really serious; whenever he gets embarrassed he just gets up and leaves
  • Dowoon: he loves animals so much; daejang jjigae; the little "uhh" right before he answers any questions; his arms wow they are so nice; his singing voice is so nice and deep and so precious; he looks up to his members so much; Savage!Dowoon; he always tolerates Wonpil's skinship but also complains about it; that really intense face he makes when he's playing the drums really hard; how his eyes shift really fast from side to side when he's nervous; he has such a naturally calm and quiet personality; his ears get so red

miraculance  asked:

Hey, happy birthday! :) How about a drabble based on that prompt that went around once, about lance's feelings being enhanced by some space flower and he spends a day or two mooning over keith with keith thinking it's just a temporary thing? I hope you had a great day!

i’ve never seen this prompt so it might not be exactly right but here you go! 

“He’s gonna be fine,” Pidge reassures Keith for the hundredth time, but Keith isn’t sure he believes her. “Stop asking if you’re not gonna believe me,” she adds, which makes him squint suspiciously at her. “I’m not reading your mind, you’re just obvious. So is the reason you’re asking me about this over and over.” 

“I’m just – Lance is a paladin, we need him to be functional to be a team,” Keith says, crossing his arms. He glances across the room where Coran is talking to Lance, still surprised when he meets Lance’s eyes despite the fact that Lance has been staring at him since they got back to the castle. Lance doesn’t blink, doesn’t even look embarrassed to be caught staring – he just grins brightly at Keith and waves a little. Keith flushes hot and then glares at Pidge when she laughs. “He’s not okay, Pidge, look at him.” 

“Looks normal to me,” Pidge mutters. Keith shoots her a look and she sighs. “It was just some weird space plant that messed with his neurotransmitters. It’s not dangerous, it’ll work through his system in a day or so. Coran isn’t worried, you shouldn’t be either.” 

But Keith does worry, especially when Lance sits close to him in the common area later and says, “Hey.” His voice is low, and it strokes down Keith’s spine like a fingertip. He shivers a little, but looks up at Lance despite himself. 

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” he asks.

“I’m fine,” Lance says dismissively. “I wanted to spend time with you.” He ducks his head and peers at Keith. “You know, you’ve got really pretty eyes.” 

“I – what?” Keith stammers, feeling his face heat up.

“You’re really cute,” Lance says, smiling. It’s not a smirk, not the way it usually is when Lance flirts with people. He looks like he’s saying something as if it were a well-known fact, a given. “You worrying about me is especially cute.” 

“I–” Keith says, at a loss for words. “I – this is just that plant thing talking–” 

“Plant thing? I was talking about you, Keith,” Lance says, brow furrowing. “Are you feeling okay?” He scoots closer and puts a hand against Keith’s forehead. Keith can feel his ears burning. “You’re warm,” Lance murmurs. 

“I’ve got to – I have to go now,” Keith says loudly. He stands up, and ignores the vaguely hurt pout Lance sends his way, and barricades himself in his room for the rest of the night. You have pretty eyes echoes over and over in his head throughout the rest of the night.

The next morning, Lance doesn’t show up to breakfast. After a while, Hunk begs for Keith to take him something to eat in case he started feeling ill. When Keith protests, saying someone else should go, Pidge says, “You were the one worrying about him.” 

So Keith knocks on Lance’s door with a bowl of good in one hand, and it stays closed for a disconcertingly long time, until eventually it whooshes open. Lance takes one look at him and turns scarlet. 

“Oh god,” he says, sounding terrified. 

“Um,” Keith says, because this is the exact opposite reaction he was expecting. 

“Oh my god,” Lance repeats. He covers his face with his hands and sighs. “Of course. Okay, yeah, might as well.” He takes the bowl of goo from Keith and sets it on a table near the door. He faces Keith again and looks him dead in the eye. “I’m sorry about last night.” 

Keith’s stomach sinks, any lingering hope that maybe it hadn’t been the plant dissipating immediately. “Right,” he says quietly. “Of course.” 

“It was really inappropriate,” Lance continues, looking pained. “We’re – you and I are partners, and friends, and that stupid plant just made me say things that I’ve been – I didn’t want you to find out like that, and I’m sorry–”

“Wait,” Keith says, frowning. “Find out – what do you mean?”

“That plant thing made me say whatever was on my mind,” Lance says. “Like, not a truth serum thing but just – my inhibitions were lowered. Didn’t – didn’t Pidge explain it to you?” 

“No,” Keith says, but he really had been paying more attention to Lance than Pidge, to be fair. 

“Oh my god,” Lance groans, running a hand through his hair. “I could have just – you didn’t know. But now you know. God, I look like such an idiot–” 

He looks so miserable that Keith can’t help but reach out, touching his arm gently. Lance goes completely still and looks at him, wide-eyed. “Uh,” Keith says, heart beating out of his chest. “It’s, um, cute. You – worrying. About me.” It’s not nearly as smooth as Lance had been, but Keith doesn’t have the advantage of being loose-lipped because of some weird space plant. 

Lance gapes at him, but only for a moment – after a second of comprehension, a smile starts at the corners of his mouth and curls in. He’s still flushed, but he looks more like the Lance Keith is used to. “Well,” Lance says, leaning against his door. “What else do I look cute doing?” 

“Ugh,” Keith says, but he’s grinning too. 

I really like you, you know? (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

Request: “Can I request a fic with Zach where the reader and Zach are snapchatting. The reader is really sleepy because she’s been staying up late to get homework done and being so tired, she accidently tells Zach she likes him a lot. (Can it be fluffy and a little angsty?)”

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It was still 4:30p.m., but you were already tired and longing for your bed. You tried really hard to keep your eyes open, but they had their way of beating you. Finally, you gave up. You got up from the table you were occupying on the school’s library, picked up your stuff and walked home.

The second you got into your room, you took of your shoes and slowly climbed into your bed. You hadn’t even closed your eyes yet when your phone lighted up and buzzed.

“How hard is it for a girl to get her beauty sleep in this wicked world?” you mumbled like a real drama queen, talking to the walls. You reached out lazily for your phone and, suddenly, all your complains went away. The top notification was a Snapchat from Zach Dempsey.

After waiting a while (in your mind, opening it up too quickly would make him think you were desperate), you finally saw his chat. It was just random letters, probably sent by mistake. You rolled your eyes, not believing you created all that expectation in your head. What were you thinking? That Zach freaking Dempsey snapchatted you saying he was madly crushing you?

You sent a question mark back and put your phone away. It only took five seconds for it to buzz again.

“You have got to be kidding me”

You didn’t want to look, all you wanted was a nice nap. Your curiosity spoke louder, and you picked it back up.

Zach Dempsey: Oh hello Y/N this is Zach and I stare at your Snapchat stories like an idiot
Zach Dempsey: I’m lovesick because of uuuuuu
Zach Dempsey: let me be the juliet to your romeo
Zach Dempsey: I’m juliet coz I’m a little girl

You realized it was one of his friends joking around, and laugh softly. You decided to mess around too.

You: I knew it.
Zach Dempsey: that I’m a little girl????
You: oh yeah. it’s common knowledge.

Video call from : Zach Dempsey

You didn’t expect this. You didn’t know if you should pick up or not. You decided to go on with the game, so you fixed your hair and made sure you looked okay. You pressed “answer” and Justin Foley’s face showed up on the screen. It looked like they were at the gymnasium, probably practicing basketball.

“Yo Dempsey! I got your phone man” Justin yelled, and the camera focused on Zach, who was standing at the other side of the gym. “You shouldn’t have told me your password!”

“Dude what are you doing?” Zach rushed over and tried to get his phone out of Justin’s hands. You giggled and, with that sound, Dempsey just stopped moving. “Foley. What was that?”

Justin showed him the screen, and his eyes widened when he saw your face.

“Well hello there” you said, not knowing what to do.

“Y/N, hi. I-uh, hang on, I’ll call you back okay?” The screen went black and his face disappeared. You waited for the call and, since it didn’t came, you tried to sleep again. Unsuccessfully, you should add.

Grumbling, you kicked your covers away, picked up your books and started studying again in your desk.

———

You were so entertained by your homework you almost missed the notification from Zach. Almost. You unlocked your phone and checked it out.

Zach Dempsey: Hey, I’m sorry for earlier. Justin is an idiot
You: It’s okay 😂

You weren’t really expecting an answer after that, but fortunately it came.

Zach Dempsey: well anyway
Zach Dempsey: wyd?

You gave the pile of papers and books in front of you a sad glance.

You: homework. u?
Zach Dempsey: just chillin I guess

You sighed, jealous of his procrastination.

You: let’s trade please, I can’t stand biology anymore
Zach Dempsey: send all the bio stuff for me. I’ll do it for you, I love bio

What a cutie. He loved bio.

You: don’t give me ideas, Dempsey. I’ll send it for real
Zach Dempsey: lol
Zach Dempsey: you can come over some day and I’ll give you a hand

Oh my god. Zach invited you to his place. You and him, at his house. What a time to be alive.

You: that would be nice :)
Zach Dempsey: so… I’m sorry if that’s like way too intrusive but I wanna ask something
You: dear lord… shoot

Your heart skipped a beat. Was he really going to ask you out?

Zach Dempsey: are you and colin jensen a thing?

Well, apparently not. No dates for miss (Y/N) and mr Zach Dempsey.

You: who tf is colin jensen?
Zach Dempsey: you know, skinny dude who works at crestmont

You let out a loud laugh.

You: you mean clay jensen?
Zach Dempsey: probably
Zach Dempsey: anyway
Zach Dempsey: are you guys together?
You: no sir

The conversation just went on and on, and you liked Zach more and more by the second. He was sweet and funny, and talking to him was just so nice… but you really, really needed to sleep.

You: hey, I gotta go
Zach Dempsey: why??
You: I need some sleep
Zach Dempsey: it’s eight o'clock my lady

My lady. Jesus Christ.

You: I know
You: but I didn’t sleep last night
Zach Dempsey: what were you up to?
You: at a date with my usual partner
Zach Dempsey: 🤔
Zach Dempsey: usual partner?
You: homework
Zach Dempsey: oh, I see
Zach Dempsey: but can’t you stay just a little longer?
You: that’s not a very good idea
You: sleep deprived (Y/N) usually talks more than she should
Zach Dempsey: one more reason why you should stick around w me
Zach Dempsey: this conversation is about to get interesting
Zach Dempsey: stay pleease

Well, he was asking… you guessed it couldn’t be that bad staying up just a few more minutes.

You: okay, I’ll give you some extra time
You: what do you wanna talk about?
Zach Dempsey: let’s play a game

Uh-oh.

You: what kind of game?
Zach Dempsey: nothing special, just asking each other some questions
You: ok fine, you go first
Zach Dempsey: I’ll take it easy on you because it’s the first question
Zach Dempsey: we’re just warming up
Zach Dempsey: what’s your favorite color?

You laughed again.

You: how original my man
You: green
Zach Dempsey: I’m one of a kind
Zach Dempsey: your turn
You: I’m not extending the courtesy of taking it easy, sorry
You: are you and justin dating?

He sent you a picture of his face. He was frowning, trying to cover a smile.

Zach Dempsey: you’re lame. that’s a terrible question, and the answer is no
You: that was a valid question
Zach Dempsey: there will be a payback
Zach Dempsey: you better believe in karma
Zach Dempsey: my question is why are you single

You didn’t really understood the question. You rubbed your eyes and yawned.

You: what do you mean
Zach Dempsey: I mean, you’re beautiful and smart and funny and I just don’t get how can you not have a boyfriend

You froze. Before you could realize the huge mistake you were making, you sent him the most stupid confession ever.

You: I couldn’t date anyone because you’re the one that I like, and it’s like a lot

Your eyes widened when your own words sunk in. You really should have stopped the conversation when you had the chance. Damn it, damn it, damn it. You waited anxiously for his answer. He opened the chat, visualized your message and…

He ignored it.

You even waited a few minutes but there was no response. “Well, congratulations (Y/N), you ruined everything as usual”, you thought, and climbed up your bed. You picked up your blankets from the floor and covered your ashamed and self loathing body.

It felt like you had just fallen asleep when a noise woke you up. Scared, you almost fell on the floor. It sounded like… knocks?

You picked up a baseball bat you kept on the floor (just for hitting strangers because you couldn’t even play any sports) and looked around. Suddenly, you saw Zach outside your window.

“Oh my god!” you whispered, in shock, and opened the lock so he could come inside. “What are you doing here? Jesus I only have my pajamas on!”

You covered yourself with your arms, which made Zach laugh.

“I came here because I wanted to know if what you said was true. You know, the I-like-you-a-lot thing” he asked in a serious tone.

“God just forget I said it, it’s embarrassing really” you looked away from him.

“I don’t think so”

“Well, that’s because you don’t have feelings for someone who doesn’t like you back” you whispered, trying not to get your parents attention.

Suddenly, Zach’s hands were on your waist and he pulled you close, with nothing but an inch of air between your bodies. Your heart started beating like crazy. One of his hands went up to your jaw and caressed it. His fingers made their way to your lips, separating them.

“Who said anything about not liking back?” he whispered too, and then pressed his lips against yours.

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Sooo I hope you liked it, I’m sorry if it’s different from what you expected!

The Swap [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

[write-a-thon tag]

Summary: when the unimaginable happens and you see yourself trapped inside your best friend’s body, magic doesn’t seem like child’s play anymore. (Teen!Lin)

Word Count: 4,719

Warnings: A lot of cursing and a lot of dick jokes, lol

A/N: WRITE-A-THON DAY #1 Y’ALL!!!! (and no, you’re not lost, I decided to post this earlier because I’ve been getting a crazy amount of love today and to me this is the best way I can think of to repay you guys) This might be the funniest piece I’ve written in my life. It was so fun to picture the whole situation and to brainstorn with @down4usnavy because she’s THE BEST and thanks to my hamwriters girls for proofreading this mess and @tempfixeliza for reading this also and giving me that ol’ confidence boost. Hope you like it!

Tagging: @aham-threw-his-shot-away - @oooimaghost - @hartbg - @a-dott-ham - @ruth-hamilton-delrio - @mofoing-democraftic-republican - @backitup-humperdinck - @always-blame-jefferson - @picklessfights

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You didn’t believe in magic. At least not anytime after you turned nine years old. But then… You woke up that morning.

You started by noticing you weren’t in your bedroom, was it… Lin’s bedroom? Movie posters, comic books and many, many cassettes, yeah, that was definitely Lin’s bedroom. But you didn’t sleep with him last night, you remembered clearly the moment he dropped you home like he always did and went back to his place.

As your hand moved to your face trying to wake yourself up when you felt… Was that facial hair? Since when did you have a stubble? All the drowsiness that you could possibly have just vanished when you got up from the small bed and ran to the the mirror. You couldn’t blame the dim light coming through the curtains for that.

You were Lin-Manuel.

Worse, you were yourself trapped in Lin-Manuel’s body.

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Identity Be Damned

Ao3 Link || Other Works


So I couldn’t draw today (just got home, 11:40pm :c) so have this draft of an idea I came up with and wrote on my phone… on the bus home… while stuck in traffic. Maybe I’ll come back and rewrite it, but I wanted to post a thing. ; w; ok bye, enjoy?


“Oh, uh, hi! Adrien! It! Marinette! …I’m calling because I—BWAAH—!” There were loud sounds of things crashing on Marinette’s end that made Adrien hold his phone away from his ear for a while. He promptly returned it when he heard her give a really loud “OW!” followed by the sound of her phone bouncing on the ground.

“Are you alright, Marinette?”

There was a shuffle that sounded like her phone getting picked up. “Ohh, oww, oh my god, that’s, owwww. Am I bleeding? I’m bleeding, oh god.” Her voice sounded far away.

She was bleeding? What in the world happened?! Adrien looked at his phone in shock, feeling his soul leave him just a bit. Was his friend in danger? What was going on?!

He heard someone talk on the other line, so he placed the phone to his ear again. “—I-I think I stabbed myself, oww, oh god that hurts, call an ambulance—”

Adrien’s brain short-circuited at that point.

Marinette stabbed herself.

Marinette was bleeding.

He listened in horror as her voice faded to silence on the other line.

Marinette was dying.

“I’m coming, Princess!” he yelled into the phone. He could get there faster than any ambulance. He could get her to a hospital before it was too late. Identity be damned, he was going to save Marinette!

He all but tossed his phone onto his bed and screamed, “Plagg, claws out!”

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Reggie Mantle x Reader: Tomboy & Skirts

Request:

What about a Reggie x Reader where the reader is like a total tomboy and one day decides to wear a skirt and Reggie pesters her a bit (Cause friends) and the reader ends up convincing him to wear a skirt to school the next day.

 

A/N: My Wi-Fi is being a butt so these imagines will all be uploaded by Monday when I get to my school with free Wi-Fi lol. This was a cute imagine to write so I hope you guys like it. Also I didn’t know if the requestor wanted to be romantic or not so I just made the reader and Reggie very flirty best friends. If you guys like this one I can see a part two happening, but not if you guys don’t request it. If you guys request it maybe their friendship will become something more. Thanks for your guy’s support it really is making my life.

Words: 1194

Summary: Readers mom makes her wear a skirt for her birthday. Reggie pesters her about it and they make a deal.

Spoilers: Flirty friendship

Warnings: Not that I can think of any.

You grew up in Riverdale the notorious small town of pep (far from it though). You grew up next door to Reggie Mantle. Although many saw him as this pretentious douchebag, you knew him for who he was.  Everything he showed to the town was for attention, he lived for attention.

You two became best friends when he saw that you spent most of your time alone, and so did he. Nowadays you did talk to Archie, Betty, Jughead and Kevin but back then they were inseparable and they didn’t like Reggie because he was a showoff. One day he got in a small wrong encounter with Archie and they kicked him out. Reggie was crying, you had never seen him cry so you were there for him and till this day he was your best friend.

These days you two were partners in crime. You tagged along to his infamous pranks that you secretly enjoyed because you were supposed to be his ’moral compass’. Plenty of people told you to let him go, but you never listened, he was your confidant. Both of you had gone through so many things together to just give up on him because of how he acted towards some.

Although in the high school system you were a bit of an underdog as Reggie rose to popularity and became the quarterback to the varsity football team. Although that never stopped your friendship and you couldn’t be prouder for him, you attended all of his games and cheered him on. People knew to leave you alone because you were pretty feisty and Reggie made sure you were protected.

It was just another day as you got ready for bed because you had school the next day when you heard a knock at your door.

“Come in” you confirmed as your mother made her way in with a bag.

“I got you something to wear for my birthday” she spoke with a smile engraved on her face.

“What?” you rose an eyebrow.

“Well I got you this” she added as she took out a black flowy velvet skirt “I knew you didn’t own one so I decided to buy you one” she continued.

“Mom, I don’t wear skirts, but thank you. It really means a lot” you answered the nicest way possible.

“Oh c’mon look I bought you three. One black, one grey, and one navy blue. They all fit your color spectrum. Please?!?! For my birthday!” she pleaded “I made sure they would all fit your tomboy style, your sad colors” she insisted as you chuckled.

“My sad tomboy style” you sassed back.

“You know I just want to see you in a skirt before I die. You’ll probably wear a pantsuit for my funeral for all I know” she chimed in.

“Fine, only because they kind of look cool and will fit my sad tomboy style, and because you’re my mother” you pleased with a small smile.

“Thank you!” she singed as she pulled you into a hug and exited your room.

The next morning you decided on the black velvet skirt which you matched with a band t-shirt and some converse high tops. You twirled around your room for a bit because it was kind of fun.

You grabbed your things and made your way to the kitchen as your mother took a mental photograph.

“Oh my god, you look stunningly beautiful. Happy birthday to me!” she praised as she took out her phone as took a picture.

“Uh really mom?!” you declared.

“What?! It’s not every day I get to see this” she claimed with a smile plastered on her face.

“Okay well I gotta get to school, happy birthday mom” you chimed in as you took your mom in for a hug.

As you arrived at school and made it to your locker as quickly as you could to avoid any stares, you could swear you heard whispering about your look of the day.

“Well damn (Y/N), if I knew the fairy godmother dropped by I would’ve hit you up” one of the football players spoke with a smirk and Reggie interrupted.

“What do you mean (Y/N)?” Reggie questioned as he did a double take at you with a surprised look.

“(Y/N)?” he finally added.

“The one and only” you answered him.

“Well Santa Claus is a bit late on my wish list” he mocked as you nudged his shoulder.

“Nope, just my mom’s birthday wish” you retorted.

“Really? So not for me?” He smirked as he motioned to his teammates to leave you alone.

“Sorry Mantle in your dreams” you replied.

“Can’t wait for bed then” he mocked back.

“Stop Reg!” you insisted with a giggle.

“Okay, okay I surrender” he motioned his hands up in the air as you both walked to your classes.

“So is she having a party this year?” he questioned you.

“She doesn’t want one, but I’m thinking we do a surprise dinner on Saturday” you stated with a smile.

“Why no party?” Reggie implied with a sad smile.

“Amount of candles she claims, but I found this mold that says ‘mom’ and making a candle with it and we just buy a cake and use that one. What do you think Mantle?” you informed Reggie.

“Sounds good, you up for video games tonight then?” he asked.

“Of course, that shouldn’t even be a question” you claimed with a smile.

“Ah you can put the tomboy in a skirt, but she’ll still be a tomboy” he pestered as he pulled you in for small hug and you hit his chest and made your ways to your classes.

At the end of the school day you walked with him to his house to play video games.

“Can we play Mortal Kombat first” you asked tall dark haired boy.

“I’m sorry skirt what did you say?” he mocked back.

“Are you really gonna bug me about the damn skirt all day” you proclaimed.

“This is a once in a lifetime opportunity (Y/N) I am going to make the most of my time” he pointed out.

“I’d like to see you in a skirt” you sassed back.

“I’d make that deal” he responded with a devilish smirk.

“What’s the catch Mantle?” you returned the same look.

“You wear skirts for a whole week” he informed you.

“Deal” you spoke too soon about to motion you hand for a handshake as he interrupted you.

“And you stop using Scorpion as your player, and we finally take that road trip during spring break and you call me by my nickname whenever I want you too” he cockily proposed.

“But I finally mastered all his moves to destroy you, wait what?” you recollected what he just asked.

“You heard me, you’ve been putting off the trip because of money or some other excuse. My parents will give the money, they’ll do anything to not have me around for a bit” he confessed.

“You have a deal Mantle the Magnificent” you concluded as he chuckled and he gave you a twirl as you made your way to buy him a skirt on his size for tomorrow.



Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz

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The Mute || Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Fluff


He was the typical quiet kid. Always seen at the back of the class, hidden behind a few books and his laptop. Never was he seen at social gatherings, parties, school events. You could walk into the library any night of the week and there he would be, in the back like always. Most people tended to ignore him, forget that he was even there, but that wasn’t the case with you.

There was something about the silence that drew you in, the natural look of curiosity on his face as he typed away on his keyboard. It was almost mesmerizing in a way, and you found yourself staring at him before lectures started, and on nights when a friend and you went to go and study for upcoming tests. Nobody seemed to notice that you had become completely captivated by the boy.

“What are you staring at?” You felt an arm come around you as the person scooted their chair closer to yours and you turned to look at who it was. Kim Jongmin had been a friend of yours from high school, and you two had remained close even when you had entered college together. It was normal for the two of you to sit close together or have your shoulders pressed against each other.

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Itsy Bitsy

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Peter Parker x Reader

Request:  Peter Parker request: Can I have a oneshot where u already know he’s Spider-Man and u want him to admit it so u say things like “I don’t think he’s that great of a superhero” (something like that) so he can confess it (Does it make sense????)

A/n: Yes, it makes complete sense! Ah, oh my. If there’s one thing I am good at writing and doing, it’s pissing someone off >:D I’m sure Peter would get really annoyed to the point he confesses. Like…yes. Existential discourse is what I live for xD

Genre: Friendship, Romance, Fluff

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Swearing, Fluff, Shenanigans, Crude Humor

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines

You couldn’t help but stare at Peter, an unimpressed look on your face. You were sitting with Peter in his room, studying the upcoming algebra test the two of you had. At least, you were supposed to be studying. It had soon turned into the two of you just talking about anything. Peter was talking, more like fangirling, about his Stark internship. You were trying to get him to admit that he was Spiderman. 

The way that you had found out was stupidly easy. All the times that Peter disappeared whenever something bad happened, and Spiderman would magically appear into thin air to save the day. The way Peter would get really flustered whenever you would mention the spandex-clad hero. You weren’t dumb or naive, and honestly were surprised no one else had noticed. 

So, you made it your goal to get Peter to confess that he was Spiderman. Although it sounded cruel, you just wanted him to admit it and get on with your life like nothing happened. You were stubborn, and certainly weren’t about to miss this opportunity. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but a flustered and annoyed Peter Parker was a cute Peter Parker. 

So, that’s what you were doing now. Sitting at his desk while he sat on the bed, making jabs at the hero, almost laughing at how Peter’s face became a bit red with each jab. 

“You know, I don’t really think Spiderman is that great of a superhero. I mean, he wears a onesie for crying out loud.” 

If steam could shoot from his ears, Peter would have been a fucking steam engine. Peter replied, eyebrow almost twitching in annoyance. 

“It is not a onesie, (Y/n).” 

You smirked a bit, tilting your head a bit, an eyebrow quirking up. 

“Oh? Then what is it, Spiderman Expert?” 

Peter gave you a look. 

“It’s…spandex…?” 

You had to laugh. His attempt to not seem all-knowing was feeble, but better than not trying to be subtle at all. 

“And exactly how do you know this, Peter?” 

His eyes widened for a moment, a look of ‘oh shit’ crossing his face before he stuttered out, looking down at his textbook. 

“I-I just..um, I assume it is? I mean. Spandex is easier to move around in, I guess. Not that I would know or anything…” 

“Peter Parker, are you admitting that you wear spandex?” 

His face turned red and you laughed, head thrown back. While completely unexpected, you guessed you should have seen it coming. Peter tried to save what dignity he had left, giving you a pointed look, though the blush on his face made it unbelievable. 

“No, I’m not. I would never wear spandex. At least, if I’m not playing a sport or something.” 

“Peter, you don’t play sports.” 

“Occasionally!” 

You snickered before continuing on your earlier comment. 

“But like I said. Spiderman isn’t really all that. I mean, what else can he do other than shoot webs and climb walls?” 

Peters ears became red as he argued. 

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe save lives and catch bad guys?” 

“But anybody can do that. Iron Man can do that. Captain America does that. Seriously, Peter. Come on.” 

Peter groaned out before letting his head fall back against the wall. 

“Yeah, but Spiderman is a really nice guy!” 

You snickered at his feeble attempts to save his dignity, saying in response. 

“So is Captain America. I heard Falcon was a pretty funny guy too.” 

“Yeah, but none of those guys even compare to me. I’m super nice. I help old ladies cross the street! I don’t see Mr. Stark doing that, or even Mr. Rogers!” 

Bingo. Peter froze a moment, his mouth agape and eyes wide as saucers. His eyes flicked over to you, your face smug as you gave him finger guns. 

“Bingo! Gotcha, Spiderman!” 

“No, no, no! I’m not…I’m not Spiderman! I was just acting! Ya know, defending him!” 

You laughed a bit before shaking your head. 

“Peter, I’m not an idiot. I knew all along, I was just trying to get you to admit it.” 

“But I’m not Spiderman! I swear!” 

You rolled your eyes before grabbing the web shooter that had been in your bag the whole time, waving it around in front of you. Peter audibly sucked in a breath, stuttering out. 

“Th-That’s just a fake! For…for the costume I’m making for ComicCon! It’s made with silly string and-” 

You cut him off by shooting the web at his textbook, yanking the textbook to your hand, your eyebrow quirked. Peter made a noise of dread before putting his hands to his face. 

“Oh no.” 

“Admit it, my spider dude. You’re Spiderman.” 

“Fine, fine. You want me to admit it? Fine. I’m Spiderman and I’m a pretty decent guy!” 

He gave you an annoyed look. 

“I actually can make really funny jokes and I can do things that Iron Man and Captain America can’t do and that’s help nice ladies across the street that give me churros afterwards!” 

You were laughing hard at the end of his little breakdown, his chest heaving with annoyance before he calmed a bit. You laughter made him smile a bit before he started laughing as well, shaking his head. Trying to breathe, you were able to say. 

“Oh my god. Peter, you are the best. I wasn’t being serious, you know that right? Spiderman is my favorite out of the Avengers.” 

Peter looked at you, his eyes shy and lips turned into a shy smile. 

“Wait, really?” 

“Of course, you idiot. I was just making jabs at Spiderman because I wanted you to admit you were Spiderman. Now that I know, you can have this back.” 

You took the web shooter off and threw it to him, Peter fumbling to catch it. He looked at you before saying seriously. 

“You cannot tell anybody, understand?” 

“Of course. Like I would tell anybody that my best friend in the whole wide world is my favorite superhero in the whole wide world.” 

Peter beamed at you before gesturing to his textbook in your lap. 

“We should really get back to studying, (Y/n).” 

“Aw, but I wanna hear your awesome war stories!” 

Peter chuckled before sighing, a gleam in his eyes as he asked you.

“Where do you want me to start first?”

[END]

A Wedding and Two Proposals

Summary: Sequel to Smoulder! Thank the anon who asked me how Smoulder Adrien would propose to Marinette.

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Chapter One: A Wedding

“Ladies and Gentleman, please put your hands together for the Bride and Groom!”

The doors to the reception hall opened and the already dazzlingly bright room (adorned in all manner of vivid reds, oranges and purples) seemed to grow brighter as the happy couple stepped inside to thunderous applause. Adrien jumped, whooping and cheering more loudly than he’d ever done in his entire life. All sense of decorum, all the manners which had been drilled into him since birth, all of that forgotten with an air of “screw it, my best friends just got MARRIED!”

And what a wedding it had been. Less than one hundred people and very intimate. Nino had proposed on holiday, taken by a moment of spontaneity and overwhelming love as he’d brought Alya to Morocco, his place of birth. Alya had been so taken by Marrakesh, the golden sun, the energy, the music as well as Nino’s extended family, that she had insisted on having the wedding here- foregoing a more traditional French wedding. In her own words, “It’s not really our style anyway.”

To Adrien, it still seemed so surreal, even as Nino and Alya made their way over to them, looking more blissful than he’d ever seen either of them. The fact that they’d spent a year and a half planning, the late nights, the never-ending list of things to do, all of it leading up to the moment where they’d stood together, surrounded by a pool of lilies, and declared each other partners for life.

“Oh my god,” Marinette whispered in his ear and, though he was facing away from her, he could tell she was as close to tears as he was. “They’re married! Look at them.”

“I know,” he replied. Marinette must have heard the wavering in his voice, as she reached down to squeeze her hand in his. The interaction was short lived however, as Nino and Alya finished embracing their parents and he was wrapped in a group hug so tight he was sure to stop breathing. The tears fell freely now as Adrien recalled the countless amount of times the four of them had been like this, the years they’d spent huddled together for reasons both joyous and terrible. It was a beautiful constant in his life.

Speaking of beautiful constants.

As they sat down in their seats, ready for the meal, Marinette already had a tissue ready for him. Adrien turned to her, kissing her softly in thanks. Their eyes met, and once again Adrien found himself taken by the strange kind of energy they shared throughout the day. He didn’t know if it was the wedding bringing out his inner romantic, of if something between them had shifted as they watched their best friends of ten years get married. Whatever it was it was…different. “I’ve always got your back, Kitty,” she uttered, snuggling closer to him.

Adrien smiled to himself. She did. She really did.

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1031 // Jeff Atkins

A/N: This is easily one of my favorites. 

Named after: Literally. The date of Halloween.


You finished applying your green lipstick and smiled at your reflection when you were done. It was Halloween night and Montgomery De La Cruz was throwing one of the biggest parties of the year. You had decided to go as an alien, throwing your hair into a high ponytail to complement your antenna headband.

By the time you got to Montgomery’s house, you could hear the music from down the road. You had come with a few of your friends from the dance team and lost them immediately as you stepped in. Lost in the wave of what seemed like the whole school, you passed a cat, a vampire, a kid from your English class in a banana suit, and quite a few slutty nurses. When you made your way to the kitchen to grab a drink, you ran into some of the jocks.

“Y/N! You made it!”, you turned to see a slightly intoxicated Monty, smiling brightly at you.

He wrapped his arms around you pulling you into a tight hug. You and Monty were pretty good friends, you kept him out of trouble when you could and when you couldn’t, you lied to the athletic trainers at school so they could give you ice, which you then gave to Monty for his knuckles.

“Yeah I did!” you mumble into him.

He lets you go and starts work on pouring you a drink.

“Are you going to grace us with your dance moves tonight?” he asks, giving you a knowing look as he passes you a solo cup.

You laugh briefly, you were known to frequent the middle of a circle at parties, but more notably, if you were too drunk, you were known to dance on tables until someone would pull you off.

“Yeah, maybe after a few of these” you answered cheekily as you took a sip.

He laughed, nodding along as you two talked for a while. Three drinks later you were interrupted by Sherri who was pulling at your wrist.

“This is your SONG!” she squealed.

You raised your cup to Montgomery who looked very amused before you placed it on the kitchen counter.

He yelled a quick, “Don’t break my tables!”, as you left his sight.

You laughed and looked back at him to yell back ‘No promises’ but instead, your gaze was met by Jeff Atkins who took your place near the hot head.

Despite the fact that you had both went to the majority of parties thrown and shared a mutual friend in Montgomery, you and the baseball player had surprisingly never crossed paths before. Of course you knew of him, not only was he Monty’s best friend, he was the Jeff Atkins.

Before you could react, you were pulled into the throng of sweaty teenagers and you forgot all about the baseball player as the music took control.

The group of students formed into a circle around you and Sheri left your wrist as she stood with them. You shook your head, over dramatically rolling your eyes as you tried to get out of the circle. To no avail, Sheri and the girls from the dance team pushed you back in. You stuck your tongue in your cheek and glanced around the group of students now cheering your name to get you started.

Right before you decided to go along to the beat of Ciara’s ‘1,2 Step’ you caught a glance of Jeff standing right at the edge of the circle. You winked at him before beginning, your years of hip hop classes making use of itself as Missy Elliot’s verse started.

You decided to call it a day after she finished rapping, moving to leave and let someone else take your place.

You were hot from dancing, and let your hair down as you made your way outside, where it was much quieter.

“Y/N!” someone called out.

You stopped and turned to see Jeff making his way over to you, smiling when he reached you.

“That was awesome! I didn’t know you were such a good dancer.”

You exhaled a ‘ha’ through your nose, amused by his compliment.

“Thanks, I mean I would hope so…I am captain of the dance team” you answered.

He laughed, shaking his head.

“Yeah… Monty told me.”

“Monty told you?” you questioned.

“Mhm, I asked him who the cute alien girl he was talking to was and he told me everything.”

You smiled at his subtle attempt at flirting with you.

“Cute alien girl huh?” you prompted.

He dropped his head for a moment.

“Very. Cute alien girl.” he corrected himself, poking one of the antennae on your head.

You cheesed at him, removing the headband from your head and taking the baseball cap off of his, offering to switch. He chuckled, going along with you as he placed the antennae on himself.

“Now we’re both cute aliens” you assure him, placing the cap on your head.

His mouth opened slightly but he was lost for words. You checked him out quickly when you had the opportunity.

“So what were you supposed to be? A baseball player?” you say in an attempt to keep the conversation going.

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, the guys thought it would be cool to do a Sandlot sort of thing. I guess it’s kind of st-”

“Oh my god, you’re Benny!” you interrupted him.

He looked back up at you, surprised you knew the movie.

“You watched Sandlot?” he questioned.

“Are you kidding me? Benny “The Jet” Rodriguez was my first love!”

The tips of Jeff’s ears turned red as he nodded, silently urging you to elaborate.

“Fourth grade me used to pray that he would be my first kiss, god, it was so embarrassing!” you continued.

Now it was your turn to blush cause the way Jeff was looking at you made you weak in the knees.

“I feel like that could be arranged” he offered.

You were impressed by his confidence and mustered up some of your own.

“It wouldn’t be my first kiss, but-”

“It would be your best though.” He smirked when you looked at him, clearly flustered.

“That’s a bold statement there Atkins” you challenged.

You could feel the tension between the two of you building as he moved closer to you.

He smirked as he readjusted his cap to go backward on your head, nodding along with you.

“I stand by my statement.”

Your breath hitched and you bit your lip again. His hand met your chin and his thumb pulled your bottom lip out from between your teeth. He glanced back to your eyes, asking for permission.

You just barely nodded as your eyes shut and Jeff’s lips met yours. His lips were soft and the alcohol only enhanced the butterflies in your stomach. He was right, it was the best kiss you had ever had.

He pulled away, moving both of his hands down to your waist.

“And?” he asked, licking his lips.

“Mmmm I don’t think so Atkins” you answered cheekily.

He laughed before kissing you again, this time more passionately. His hands tightened at your hips as he moved the both of you. Your arms found their way to wrapping around his neck as your back hit the wall of the house. His tongue teased at your lips and you opened your mouth immediately. He tasted like cheap beer and you were sure you did too, but fuck. This was everything.

When he pulled away, you were breathless. Your head hit his chest as you giggled, nodding slightly.

“Alright, you were right” you mumbled into him.

He smiled placing his head atop of yours.

“You think my lips are green now?”

Girls Like You (Philip Hamilton x Reader)

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Warnings: unnecessarily slow build up to smut, smut underneath last line break 

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A/N-( I wrote this with Philip as played by Jordan Fisher because we’ve had a lot of Anthony on this blog lately

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You rang the tiny bell on the counter and served yet another red-eyed college student. You were only two hours into your shift at The Brewhouse, campus’ student-run coffeehouse, but you’d guess that upwards of fifty cups of caffeine paradise had passed from your hands already. At least it wasn’t exam week. Quite the opposite, it was the first day of classes for the majority of students, including you.

“Hey, Y/N?” Your coworker Tyler tapped you on the shoulder. You tilted your head towards him but kept your eye on the latte you were making. First rule of being a barista, always keep your eye on the latte. “Can we switch, and you take over register for a bit? There’s a line now. You know how they make me anxious,” he said softly.

You smiled and handed him the finished drink. “Sure thing buddy.”  You turned around and wiped your hands on your apron quickly before greeting the next customer.  Several students behind her, a younger man caught your eye. He was staring at his phone with his other hand tucked into his pocket. It was a stance most people took when waiting in line. This boy had dark skin and even darker hair. In the suit he was wearing, he looked incredibly attractive. The fact that he was even wearing a suit while at college probably meant he was on his way to an internship of some kind, meaning he was successful, meaning triple the attractiveness points.

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BBC Sherlock Instagram AU. AU in that any of them are any good at Instagram.

Stakeout

Anakin’s Force Ghost: [looking through binoculars] You…have got to be kidding me. 
Obi-Wan’s Force Ghost: What? What is it?
Anakin: Well for one thing, he has my helmet. I’m not even sure how the hell he got his hands on that. Aaaand…he’s singing to it. Oh God. [he covers his face with his hands] 
Luke: [shaking his head] Our family is so messed up. 
Obi-Wan: [grabbing the binoculars] Did…did you notice his face?
Anakin: What about it? [taking the binoculars back] Oh, wow. They went there, huh? He didn’t actually do that to himself, did he?
Obi-Wan: [scoffs] Probably made his whole year, getting a scar to complete the look. 
Luke: [looking through the binoculars, smirking] No, uh, I’m pretty sure that’s what completed the look. [hands them over to Obi-Wan again] 
Obi-Wan: [confused] That guy
Luke: Yes, that red-haired guy. Shhh. Quiet. Listen. 
Hux: [in the distance] REALLY, Ren, did you even THINK about what you were saying in that meeting I SWEAR –
Kylo: Oh SHUT UP, you don’t even understand what it’s LIKE to have all these FEELINGS or to have this much POWER, YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS OF ME GOD I JUST WANT TO GO LAY DOWN AND WRITE POETRY! NOBODY HAS EVER SUFFERED AS MUCH AS I AM RIGHT NOW!
Luke: Ben’s really committed to this, I’ll give him that. We Skywalkers do know how to go big or go home. 
Anakin: [scowls] I never sounded like that! 
Obi-Wan: [hugs Anakin] No, no, of course not. [looks over his shoulder at Luke and nods vigorously]