teach me how to smile okay

our little family pt.6 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

AN: Ah…the final part. I just want to say thank you for all those who have read and stayed with me through this lovely journey of writing OLF and being super supportive of the story. I tried my absolute best to wrap it up in the nicest way possible (but just a tad disappointed with my writing :/ ) however again thank you so much and enjoy! 

You tied your messy hair up into a ponytail, attempting to get the small, distracting hairs out of your face as you started to take out things from the refrigerator to make Jieun and yourself some lunch.

Hearing small footsteps behind you and a voice call out your name, you turned around from the countertop to see Jieun standing in the middle of the kitchen, her hands rubbing her droopy eyes as she stared up at you, resembling that of a long, lost puppy.

A warm smile spread across your face as you exclaimed, “Hey, look at you, you’re up!” as you lifted the little girl into your arms and spun her around, eliciting small giggles from her mouth before setting her down on the kitchen countertop.

Your eyes glanced towards the time before looking back at Jieun, “Do you feel hungry? It’s almost lunch time.”

She nodded quickly, a big smile spreading across her face when she asked, “Can we eat cookies? I really liked your cookies last time!”

You giggled as you pinched her nose softly, “Uh-huh, you can’t eat cookies for lunch now, can you?! How about we make some macaroni and cheese and then we’ll bake cookies for snack time later? Does that sound like a good idea?”

Her eyes lit up at that as she grinned, “Mac and cheese?! That’s my favorite! Daddy makes it for me all the time.”

“Well then it’s up to you to pick who’s Mac and cheese you like better okay?” you teased, as she nodded happily before whispering to you, “I think you might win Ms. L/N. Daddy sometimes burns the cheese and it turns all black and gooey.”

You laughed at that before saying, “Well, I guess it’s time to teach him how to properly cook huh?”

“Or Ms.L/N could come live with us? Then you can cook delicious food for me and daddy!” Jieun exclaimed, an innocent smile on her face.

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Boku No Hero Academia Light Novel No.2 Translations

Commence Study Groups!

そろそろの勉強会: Chapter 1, Part 2 [click here for part 1] [Part 3]

(t/n: for some reason I found this quite hard to translate, but it was a quick short part before they switched back to yaomomo and gang, nonetheless enjoy the bakushima! p.s dont forget to read part 1!!! ^_^)

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Kiss & Tell

Request: “Pennywise thinking the reader is trying to eat him when she kisses him ,him learning what a kiss is 🎈♥”

Pairing: Pennywise x Reader

Warnings: Don’t read it if you don’t want to

A/N: Sorry if this is a little bit short I hope you still like it! As you all know Pennywise’s human form will be as Bill he’ll look like him because he portrays Pennywise so it was pretty obvious I would do that lol XD

And I’ve seen the hate I’ve been getting so fuck off if you don’t want to read this you don’t have to no one is forcing you to. I see people requesting imagines for The Joker, Jerome Valeska, Victor Zsasz, The Riddler, Lucifer, Loki and other villains that are much more horrible. You don’t see me judging or sending hate so keep your mouths shut! Stay off my page if you’re so damn offended. Goodbye haters I don’t have time for you all.

“Ummm Y/N what are you doing? Are you going to eat me or at least try to eat me?” Pennywise asked as he emphasized the word try.

You both knew that if you ever tried to do that (even though you wouldn’t) you would never be able to because Pennywise was a lot stronger than you are even when he was in his human form like right now.

“No silly!” You giggled as he gave you a confused look.

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Sibling Intervention (Jasper Hale x Reader) w/Brother! Emmett

Plot: Hi I really liked your Jasper imagine so can you do another one where you’re his newborn mate, and the wolf pack are coming over to help train and him and Emmett get protective over you? Like the whole “I’m your big brother and I’m supposed to keep you away from the mutts” kinda thing lol. Thank uuuu” (requested)

Word Count: 1,275

Warnings: I think some swearing, but other than that, none.

A/N: this was really fun to make, I’m actually kinda proud if this one! Thanks to the anon that requested this! I hope you like it.

I was standing next to Jasper who was grabbing my hand and squeezing it at times to reassure me and I knew that he was trying to calm me down and it was working perfectly as I was no longer nervous or afraid.

“Well, Jasper has experience in newborns, he will teach us how to defeat them” Carlisle’s calm voice sounded through the forest, he was standing a little bit further than us facing the wolves who just came.

Silence surrounded us once again but Edward’s voice filled the empty space quickly.

“They want to know how a newborn is different than us”

Carlisle turned a little and looked at me smiling a little like if he was asking if it was okay to introduce me, I just nodded.

“Well, we happen to have one with us today” He positioned himself next to me and place a hand on my shoulder “This is (Y/N), she is Jasper’s mate, our newest member of the family, hence why her eyes are different from us but don’t worry, she is transitioning and will be just like us soon”

“They still want to know the difference, they say she looks just like us” I wasn’t even looking but I knew that Emmett was grinning on his spot; he was the one that enjoyed the most me being a newborn and having my strength.

Carlisle looked at Jasper and motioned him to continue speaking while he left to go back next to Esme; Jasper nodded and moved a little closer but still holding my hand.

“She is stronger than us; her blood is still on her tissues making her more physically powerful. Our kind is stronger on our first several months of this life, that’s why they are created” he looked at me and gave me a side smile “not in her case though” he looked again at the wolves “a newborn army doesn’t need thousands like a human army, that’s why no human army could stand against them”

The black wolf that was standing right in from of me growled, his eyes never leaving mine. Jasper noticed that so he moved to a side pushing me slightly backward but I was still close to him.

“There are two important things that you have to remember” he raised his voice a bit “First, never let them get their arms around you, they will crush you in a second” he looked around giving a warning look to our family but turned back to see the wolves “and never go for the obvious kill, they will be expecting that and you’ll lose”

He quickly turned and grabbed my hand again but left me next to Edward as he kept walking forward to the center of the forest.

“Emmett” he simply called and in a second Emmett was standing a couple of meters away from him but still facing Jasper. “Don’t hold back”

“Not in my nature” he said and grinned at Jasper before launching himself onto him but in a couple of seconds, Emmett was lying on the floor, his face facing the sky.

“Never lose focus” he cockily said while moving aside from him and coming to my side to snake his arm on my waist and pulled me closer to him. “Prepare yourself, babe, you are next”

I only smiled in anticipation, I loved wrestling, I became one of my favorite hobbies once I turned, and it just was really fun for me. Even though I knew he wasn’t completely okay with the fact that I was fighting today it was just to train, I knew he wouldn’t let me participate when the actual fight took place, so I just wanted to have fun.

Edward and Carlisle were fighting intensely, neither of them backing off; Jasper let go of me and started walking around them inspecting every movement, but at the end, Edward was the clear winner and turned to see Jasper.

“One more thing” he said and in an instant Carlisle grabbed Edward and pushed him onto the ground and I couldn’t help but laugh at this. “Never turn your back on the enemy”

Jasper made his way to the center and spoke to everyone once again.

“Okay, so now that we got the basics covered, it’s time for a real newborn to step in” He said and turned his head to look at me, giving me a cocky smile which I returned with a huge grin. I knew this was going to be extremely easy for me, but anyway it was fun. I made my way next to him, and he cupped my face with one hand and looked at me profoundly before walking away next to the rest of the family.

I turned and looked at Rosalie, bringing my hand up and pointing my fingers at her I motioned her to come with me, she slowly made her way towards me with her arms crossed against her chest.

Once she was close enough I nodded and she quickly threw two punches at me which I easily dodged them taking my opportunity to grab her arm and twisted it forcing her body to twist as well but she felt to the ground crouching in one leg and tried to make me fall with the leg that was stretched but I jumped before it could even touch me, and before my feet touched the ground I pushed my hand over her chest making her fall flat on the ground, making a small crater when she hit the ground.

“You can’t still beat me, Rose” I laughed at her while she was standing up, she just gave me a ‘fuck off’  look and made her way back to her spot.

“Emmett, your turn” Jasper called out and in a quick second I had Emmett in front of my with a shit eating grin that made me laugh.

“Please don’t you dare to hold back, big boy” I purred to him tilting my head a little. He cracked his neck just to show off but his face changed almost immediately making me furrow my eyebrows together.

“Wait a minute” he said raising a hand like stopping everything and stared into nothing as if he was thinking to himself “I’m your big brother (YN)” he suddenly stated and I couldn’t be more confused.

“Well, yeah…” I trailed off, not really sure where he was trying to say.

“I’m not supposed to encourage you into fighting, even less with the mutts” he spat and looked at me with a serious face “Goddammit, I’m your big brother!” he stated again but now shouting and I looked at the rest of the clan but they all had the same face, they were staring at Emmett with a confused grin like I was. “We are done, missy, you are going home”

In less than a second, I was thrown into his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and he was walking away from everyone.

“Wait, what the actual fuck, put me down!” I tried to wiggle out but even if I was stronger this position didn’t help me at all, and all I could do was to give up and just look back where Carlisle was standing next to Jasper shouting to Emmett.

“Emmett, bring her back, we need her!” Carlisle shouted at us.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you!” and with that, he started running with me on his back.

We are going to be siblings, you said, it will be so fun, you said” I said but the only response that I had from him was a loud laugh; I sighed, I give up.

Give and Take [M] (ft. Taehyung) | 01 prologue

Originally posted by donewithjeon

→ friendswithbenefits!au with a twist (edging, oral, overstimulation, uh some really dirty shit, and oh yeah, Taehyung teaching you sex)
→ 12.6k (oneshot) 
→ part 1 | part 2 coming soon!

A/N: sorry im such a sinner omg but thank you so much for 1k followers + 1k notes on You Who! This is a surprise upload :) Enjoyyyyyyyyy

Your thighs are trembling, but he just gives you a glare and continues lazily moving his fingertips against your skin, dipping a knuckle into your heat before slightly pressing his thumb over your clit. 

And repeat. 

Taehyung,–fuck–please.” You moan, straining against the neckties that bind you to his headboard. 

He props up his chin in his hand in between your legs and glares up at you. The hand in between your legs stills and you groan at the lack of sensation, and clench your teeth. He rolls his eyes. “Can you take this or not?” 

You let out a breath, calming your heavy breaths before loosening your grip on the binds and letting your body relax a bit. Closing your eyes and swallowing your dry throat, you speak up. Your voice is small and hoarse from the previous hour of exertion. “I-I can.” 

“Good. I thought so.” 

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Headcanon that Kraglin is that one guy who hides a ton of weapons on his scrawny person. I’m talking about the amount of weapons that’s absolutely ridiculous, and nobody will ever understand where he keeps them the whole time.

Like…. There’s some important “business meeting” for the Ravagers and they are all required to lay down their weapons at the entrance. They are being checked, and there is some sort of metal detector they have to walk through that reacts specifically to well-known weapons like blasters and stuff.

It seems easy enough at first. Yondu lays down his arrow, there are several blasters and knives put next to it, and Kraglin also lays down a good amount of the usual pocket knives, riffles and what else.

Only that the detector still starts beeping like crazy when he tries walking through.

“Seriously, ‘gain?”

“Yer holdin’ us up, man!” One of the Ravagers calls out, the whole bunch laughing as Kraglin flips him off while walking back.

Kraglin shrugs, mutters something about having forgotten, and pulls out another blaster. A knife. Something that looks like a bunch of poisonous darts. A pulsfire riffle. A grenade-like thing not bigger than a Ping-Pong-ball. And that’s only the beginning.

The guards at the door just stare, slack-jawed, as the first mate produces enough weapons from his pockets and various secret hiding places to fill a whole weapon’s store with it.

Putting down another set of tiny knives, some of them glistening suspiciously green, Kraglin pats himself down. “Think that’s it, yeah.”

He walks through the detector, which stays silent, and catches up with his crewmates, leaving a stunned bunch of guards behind.

Yondu waits until they’re out of earshot before he says, gaze wandering over the crowd, quickly scanning almost-allies and surely-enemies, “How much stuff ya still have on ya?”

“A few things, Capt’n,” Kraglin answers with an easy shrug, as if he’s talking about the weather.  

Yondu’s smile is as brilliant as it is dangerous. “Good job.”


Peter tugs carefully at Kraglin’s pants. “Kraglin, can you teach me that?”

“Later, Pete. An’ no bombs an’ poison for ye.”


“An’ that’s why ye never make fun of our first mate, aye,” Tullk explains in the background, grinning just as amusedly as the rest of the crew.

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A/N: for Alice. prompt: ‘clarke tells bellamy he makes her happy’

This takes place in the weeks between 4.03 and 4.04.

Clarke overhears that Bellamy has returned from his hunting trip, and she immediately drops everything to go find him.

It could probably wait— it could definitely wait— but she’s been stressed the whole day. Seeing and talking to all the people she hasn’t put on the list has taken its toll. Knowing that she put herself on that list instead of one of them has made her increasingly distressed as the hours went by. Somehow, she just thinks if she catches a glimpse of Bellamy right now, she’ll be calmer. She won’t feel as alone. That’s all she needs— a glimpse. She’ll just drop by to say hello and then be on her way.

That’s all she needs. Really.

Clarke finds him helping Niylah and Raven in one of the storage rooms, where they’re busy preparing meat for storage. Bellamy has unloaded all the game from the day’s trip, and currently has his arms submerged up to the elbows in a bucket of sudsy water.

He glances up when she enters. As always, she feels a little wave of comfort when his dark eyes find hers. 

And all her plans to keep this to a ‘hello’ go out the window.

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Dreams- Connor Murphy x Reader w/ smut

A/N: Hello everyone! This is a piece of writing I’m pretty proud of, but as always please give me feedback! I’m sorry I haven’t been posting as much, I’ve been going through some stuff but I feel a lot better. Love you all!-Ella
Requested: Yes, or at least some Connor smut was
Words: basically 4k
Warnings: Suicide talk, swearing, mild smut
Summary: Connor and reader meet at a treatment center and bond

Whatever the usual way of meeting somebody you love is, how you two met wasn’t it. Fluorescent lighting, and feet covered by thin socks is how you met with the tracking of every move. You ended up there in the usual way, and so did he, so maybe that’s the small bit of normal you two share.
“Greenway’s Premier Adolescent Treatment Center.” That’s where you met him. You were both in for swallowing a deadly, but obviously not deadly enough amount of pills. This is the place where you go after your 72 hour hold is up and your doctors won’t send you home. Saying it was any better than those 72 hours would be a bold faced lie, or really just for the first few days. Everything you did was tracked, or at least in the unit you were in, “The Intensive Watch Unit”.
The secluded residential treatment center housed and treated teens with a variety of problems, some even a year into their stay, while others left after a month. You were in the unit for those who weren’t trusted to be in the more stable units. Just like at the hospital your shoes were taken and replaced with rough socks, your body was scanned for any old or new marks, and you were asked any and every question imaginable.

Two weeks. That’s how long you’ve been on the now dubbed “suicide floor,” a floor for those who can’t go to the bathroom alone because you might kill yourself instead of peeing. The routine of it all slowly settled in for you. Wake up. Make bed. Eat. Meds. Shower. Group therapy. Art therapy and it goes on and on. You liked the routine that had come about for you; it was comforting to know that at 11am you would draw, and that the same nurses would help you with your worksheet from group. Your doctor even told you that he believed that in another week or two, if you kept on track you would move to the ‘not so suicidal floor’. Well, he called it the “The Learning Unit.” You wouldn’t admit it, but you were proud that soon you could move up a level after seeing people spend only two or three nights in the unit. On the other hand you didn’t admit much. You stuffed and stuffed everything you felt until, BAM, you were swallowing as many pills as you could find until you woke up in the hospital, sobbing how you were mad for not killing yourself better. Looking back you thought that sounded like an oxymoron. Perfectionist at its finest, or lowest depending on your point of view.

When somebody new enters the “death please come knocking unit,” you don’t meet them until lunch time. Everybody who arrives at the center is escorted by parents, or guardians, at 7am sharp. They are toured while everyone is in therapy and then meet one on one with a doctor while someone else talks to whoever brought them. Then at the end of lunch they are brought in and introduced with enough time to makes small talk before entering another group therapy session. New people usually arrived once a week and it usually excited people, but it didn’t for you. Why get excited that someone else is also kind of fucked up in some way?

The day he showed up was like every day you’d been at Greenway. Everyone sat at a round table together that was in the middle of the unit floor. Your whole unit was basically one giant room with doors to other rooms for therapy, staff, bunks, and some that were locked. You remembered from your tour that other floors had dining rooms, and was open, but where you were wasn’t that.

He was brought in by a nurse, and everyone turned to look. He was tall and sort of lanky, but seemed strong. His light brown hair was behind his ears, and the look on his face reminded you of a pug trying to seem like a wolf. He sat down a few seats away from you next to a boy, Shane, who had arrived two days earlier.

“So what’s your name?” girlssomeone asked taking a bite of a cookie.

“Connor,” he spoke. His voice was stronger than you imagined. The other person took a response to their question to allow them to go on and on about some TV show you had never watched.

After lunch came group therapy, again. Connor followed behind the ten people on the unit, including yourself, into a room with chairs in a circle and inspiring posters on the wall.
“Welcome to group everyone. For those who can’t remember, my name is Ms. Lowe and I run group therapy for all of you during the afternoon.”  Ms. Lowe was nice, but tough when she needed to be. Everyone meets her since she conducts the interview you go through before entering the unit.
“Y/n,” at the sound of your name your head snapped in the direction of Ms. Lowe, “Since you have been here longer than most, would you mind showing our new member, Connor, how we start every group?”
“Okay, well I’m y/n and I’m here for trying to kill myself. I have been on this unit for two and a half weeks, and my goal for today is to talk more openly.” For the rest of the group you allowed yourself to zone into a place of dreams. You imagined everything that life would be if you weren’t the way you were, and everything life could offer for someone like you if you were happier. At school you weren’t the popular person, but you were nice and people liked you. You had boyfriends, and first times of everything you would expect for someone in high school, but somehow you felt like you were dying.

Quiet time was an hour a day where you could nap, talk to people, play games, but everybody napped. It seemed like an unwritten rule that everybody would climb into their bed that felt like a rock and try to sleep. You usually followed that, but sometimes you would sit on the seats in the common area and read. The variety of books was depressing, which was ironic for the unit, so you had your parents bring you books from home. When you brought yourself to the seats you were painfully aware that you weren’t alone. Connor, the new guy was sitting on the couch. New people on the unit usually annoyed you. They were so closed off, even more than you, or they were played into the depression like a lifetime movie. You like honesty, or being blunt about it all, what was the point of trying to hide any of it?
“Hey,” the voice of Connor brought you from the rant that was playing in your mind.
“Oh, hey,” you said sitting down on the opposite end of the couch and letting the variety of books fall into the space between you. His eyes grew wide looking at all the books.
“I can move them if you want”
“It’s fine. How did you get all these? The books here are all shit,” he said pointing to the bookshelf. The declaration from Connor made you laugh. The noise was a surprise to both of you.
“What do you mean? You don’t like ‘How to stop sadness’? Come on, that’s a masterpiece.”
“Totally. That’s on my top ten favorite books of all time.” This time Connor let out a small chuckle.
“You can borrow one of my books. I have way too many. When I asked my parents to bring me enough books to last my time in ‘Suicide daycare’ I didn’t expect this many. I guess that shows how much they believe in me.”
“Suicide daycare?”
“You know, we’re on the unit where they make sure we don’t kill ourselves. Suicide daycare.”
“Honest. I like that.”
“Thanks, I’ll be here all week, or more, you never know.”

Connor wasn’t as bad as you thought, hell he was probably your favorite out of the other patients. He was actually nice and didn’t try to dig into you to find everything wrong with you. Instead you started reading next to each other and would partner up during projects. For Sunday’s group you all had to find a partner and talk about your hopes and dreams. Seems simple enough, right? You and Connor partnered and sat in the corner of the room on the floor facing each other. You had partially been checked out of groups for a while since tomorrow you got to move to the level up. Finally you would get to have some freedom and would get to shower in privacy.
“So y/n what are your hopes and dreams,” Connor said smirking. Connor would also get to move up a level. He had actually been going along with the program well and had an undeniable strength.
“Ha-ha Connor,” you spoke with sarcasm dripping from your voice, “You first if you want to know all my innermost hopes and dreams.”
“Real talk, or not?” he said. This had become something between you.
“Let’s go with real talk for once.”
“I want to make it out of here soon and graduate. I have no fucking idea what I’ll do after that, but leaving here and making it through high school seems like a good place to start.” These words didn’t surprise you; Connor had something pushing him inside. In group once he said that he was going to try to live for his mom. She had sat by his hospital bed and begged him to try, saying if he died part of her would. Maybe she started him on this, but you thought somewhere inside he wanted to live, even if it was almost nothing, part of him did.
“Your turn y/n,” Connor said.
“I don’t know if I have any. I don’t mean that in the way of I can’t picture a future, because I can, but it doesn’t seem like something to dream of. Why jinx the fact that for the moment I can picture life. Now that’s a miracle, so I’ll just sit with the fact that I’m okay with living.”
“How do you manage to even make that seem dark?”
“I learned from the best. I mean you taught me so why not put it to use.”
“Hey! I didn’t teach you that, if anything you just speak like Edgar fucking Allen Poe.”
“I didn’t know fucking part of his name,” you said smiling.  A grin spread across Connor’s face, something that might have seemed unnatural at first, but now it fit perfectly.

Moving day. Well you were moving from ‘If you kill yourself here your parents will be so pissed’, to ‘Okay so they aren’t as depressed unit’. This unit wasn’t just one giant room with smaller rooms, but two floors, with 20 teens. There was a cafeteria, a school room, and all the nurses and doctors didn’t watch you as intensely. You would be on these floors for the rest of your stay, but you could move up levels, and earn rewards. When you arrived you were handed a schedule. Damn this place did know you. You only had two hours of school a day, then a bunch of therapy, and free time where you could join in on activities that were optional, or just hang out. Still you weren’t allowed to have shoes yet. You would have to move up a level. Connor on the other hand was allowed to have shoes. That made you annoyed and made Connor laugh.

With all of this new free time you and Connor got to hang out more. You spent your afternoons reading and talking. Sometimes he would read to you short stories that he wrote and you would draw for him. When there was group family therapy you heard stories about how he was horribly mean, but he seemed so different than that. Of course medicine and the right therapy will do that, but sometimes he would get mad. He would yell when he didn’t feel heard, but it didn’t freak you out. Better yelling than pushing it all down inside of you like you had done. The more time you spent with him the more you felt. He saw you and you saw him.
Friday night is when the nurses would put on a movie in the large common room. Almost everyone would gather around and would eat popcorn. Sometimes they would play multiple movies and everyone would get candy. You and Connor had always enjoyed those nights, but that days therapy had been intense for him so he retreated to his room. There was a strict rule that you couldn’t enter someone else’s room, but Connor seemed to need somebody. The movie was playing and everyone was concentrated on that so you made your way to the boy’s wing. You knocked on the door quietly.
“I told you I’m fine Nurse Roman. I just need some alone time. I promise I’ll come down for the second movie,” Connor said, exasperation coming through.
“Actually it’s me, y/n,” there was silence and then the door opened.
“What are you doing here? You aren’t allowed to be in this wing,” he said looking around the hallway.
“It seemed like you needed someone, so I’m here. Besides, when have you ever been one to shy away from breaking the rules?” A slight smile broke through his furrowed brows.
“What the hell, come in.” With that you walked into the room. The room held three beds and looked just like the girl’s wing.
“So are you doing okay?”
“I don’t know how I’ll do when I’m out of here. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready. Maybe I should just make it very clear to them that I can’t go home anytime soon.”
“Don’t say that. You’ll do amazing whenever they say you can go home.”
“I know, but I don’t think I should go now.”
“They haven’t offered it yet and at least you’ll get to chill with me for a while if you want to stay after they do,” you spoke nervously laughing.
“You’ll go home soon.”
“I don’t think so. I haven’t ever truly talked emotions with them. That’s step one.”
“We’ll be depressed buddies,” he said.
“Or not,” he huffed he lips turning into a frown.
“Don’t frown Connor, it makes you look emo.” This comment got a laugh from him. His eyes filled with something you could only call happiness as he let himself laugh.
“I guess we aren’t really buddies,” he said, now causing a frown to form on your face. Seeing this he spoke up.
“What I mean is we’re too close to be buddies. We’re not friends or some shit, we’re just more.” You watched him say this and he seemed to truly mean it. He looked like what he said was the truth, like he cared for you.
You thought this while you both stood in the middle of the room. He was watching you, having no idea what was going on in your mind. You took a step closer to him. Confusion was now clearly evident on his face.
“More,” you whispered. You were sure he didn’t mean it like that, but he was there, and he cared for you and you cared for him. He was better than he could realize and he felt like home when your hands accidently brushed against each other, so you brought your lips to his. It could either be a disaster or it could make something more than you could hope or dream for. Your hands reached for his neck as you let yourself feel his warmth.
“More,” he whispered back breaking your lips apart. His eyes seemed to search for what brought this, but he didn’t care in the moment. Swiftly he pulled you close again. Your lips slowly melded together, your mouths open and burning, your bodies pressed against one another. Your hands found his hair and his arms firmly pulled your waist as close as possible. There was no space between you with your hips against him. Where you were and everything that had ever happened seemed irrelevant. All you knew is that you needed every part of him, and for him to know that every part of him was magnificent. The feeling overwhelmed you and the clothes that covered each of you felt to be keeping you apart. You tore at your shirt and Connor yanked his own off. His lips attached to your neck and down to your collarbone where he nipped at the skin.
“More,” you managed to say as you pushed him onto his bed. Connor reached to unclasp your bra, but struggled against the clasps.
“What the hell kind of bra is that?” you laughed heartily at his annoyance as you moved to unclasp it yourself. Connor immediately pulled you back to him as you stumbled over your feet and landed on the bed. Connor took this as an opportunity to climb over you. His lips once again went to your body. His lips traveled to your breasts and he placed wet sloppy kisses along the sides. You pulled him up to your face as you then started unbuttoning his pants. A groan escaped from Connor’s lips as you finally pulled them off of him along with his boxers. Your jeans and underwear were soon being pulled off of your body as Connor entered you. The feeling of his body on top of yours and him moving within you outweighed any fear of the future in the moment. In those moments you were one with every rushed movement of hips, whippers, and digging nails.

You stayed in each other’s arms, a layer of sweat on each of you, until you each got up, giggling trying to put your clothes back on. You walked to the common room together and sat on the couch next to one another, fingers intertwined in the dark as you watched the movie. Your fingers brushed over your lips where not long ago Connor was. You slept that night hoping for an ending with him that would make even a Disney princess blush.

The next morning you went on with class, which you and Connor didn’t have together, and individual therapy. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander to the night before, and when you did you felt your face flush thinking of the feeling of him. You brought your lunch to the small library where you and Connor ate. Of course you didn’t know how things would  be between you, but you had trust that it would be okay.
“Hey,” Connor said as he entered the almost empty room. His face was bright and beaming, more than you had ever seen. You could feel your stomach turn.
“Hey,” you said smiling.
“I have the best fucking news,” he spoke quickly, sitting next to you.
“You are going to meet the Rock? Because I could support that,” you teased. Connor rolled his eyes, but the smile didn’t falter.
“No you dipshit! I get to go home!” the words that tumbled out of his mouth with that bright smile stopped you. The smile on your face frozen, your heart stopping.
“What?” you said, the strain in your voice evident, but Connor was so excited he went right past it.
“You know how I was all freaked out?” you nodded, your face going from strained smile to blank.
“Well that’s because they told me I could go home in a few days and I was scared. They said I’m expressing myself, I’m not suicidal, I’ve been moving up on levels, I’m better with my family, and I think I agree now.”
“Wait, you knew yesterday?” you interrupted.
“Yes, but that’s not the point. After we-you know- I figured that if I can do that, or at least talk to you about my feelings and shit, I can make it out there.”
“You knew yesterday?”
“I already said that y/n. Isn’t this great?” Connor said smiling at you with those eyes that made you want him in the first place.
“You knew, didn’t tell me and then slept with me,” you a little louder.
“Come on y/n. It wasn’t like that-”
“No, it’s exactly like that. Was it a joke to you?”
“Now you’re being fucking stupid y/n”
“Stupid!” you fumed. The look on Connor’s face went from happy to angry. Why weren’t you being supportive and happy for him?
“Come on y/n! I didn’t mean it like that. Why aren’t you happy for me? Isn’t this what we talked about. This was one of my dreams! I’m doing it, my dream!”
“Happy for you? I’m not happy, I’m angry! How could you fuck me knowing you were going to be leaving?”
“Everyone leaves here y/n! This place isn’t a future, you know that!”
“You could have told me last night before we slept together! You should have told me before I made you my dream!” You were crying now, but you were wiping the tears away as fast as they came.
“Your dream? Now that’s fucking stupid. I won’t be your dream. We slept together. It was amazing, but we both know that we can’t build a future off of each other. We have to build a future off of ourselves.” Connor’s anger was apparent, but he looked at the tears on your face and all he wanted to do was hold you. Of course he wished that you could be something together, but you can’t when you need to take of yourself.
“What if I can’t do it? What if I can’t make a future?” you said, almost to silent to hear. Of course you were mad, but not at him. You put all of your hopes and dreams on others, but all they could do was let you down even if they didn’t mean to.
“You can do it,” he said softly, walking closer to you.
“How do you know?”
“If I tell you, you’ll never know that you can do it yourself.” You were now close enough to kiss him, but instead you just looked at him.
“You’ll do great out there in the real world,” you said
“I know.”
“We shouldn’t talk once you and I get out.”
“I know.”
“It would be too tempting and then I wouldn’t be able to focus on me.”
“I know.”
“Wherever you are when you’re out of here, think of me sometimes.”
“I will.”

That was the last conversation you had with him before he left. Of course you thought of him, and you were allowed to, but you didn’t let it consume you. You thought of him a lot at first, but then you spent your time thinking of how to get better.

You spent another two months at the center. It was hell there for a long time, but then it wasn’t. When you went home the house felt different, it was the home of a girl who viewed herself as already gone. When you entered you viewed yourself as a girl who had come back.

Now you were in your second year of college and were transferring. It didn’t feel scary, but felt amazing.

Three weeks into the new semester and you felt like you belonged. You sat in one of the courtyards eating lunch and reading a book when you were pulled from your thoughts by a voice from behind you.

“Y/n, looks like my dreams are coming true,” you could hear the smile in the voice you knew so well.


Like Father, Like Son

Request:  Could you do a Harry x reader where they have a child around 4 or 5 and while the reader is at the store she leaves them with their kid and she comes back to Harry giving her/him a mini hook and tries to teach them to sword fight?

Warnings: Cute Daddy!Harry, lots and lots of cute Daddy!Harry

Words: 1,366

A/N: I love these sorts of fics omg I was hoping someone would request something like this! Thank you so much for requesting!

Harry Hook was a lot of things. He was psychotic. He was impulsive. He had a thirst for violence and he was well-known around the Isle for his explosive temper. He followed Uma like a puppy dog, but he was no follower. Despite all of this, he was a great boyfriend, even though others didn’t see it. You did, he just wasn’t exactly the most affectionate of boyfriends, to the point where the Harry the world saw was a cold and distant boyfriend.

So that’s why when word got around that you were pregnant with Harry Hook’s baby, the words ‘loving dad’ was not what came to mind. Most people were afraid that he’d end up hooking the kid in the middle of the night during a colic episode. It was either that or he’d just up and leave you to care for the baby yourself. 

But the Isle once again got another surprise: Harry Hook was an amazing father. Upon you going into labor, while even you thought he’d be running around like a chicken with his head cut-off, he was calm and collected, having everything ready and planned out. He knew just what to say to calm you down in your labor, and after your son was born, he did everything he could to make your life just a little easier. 

He did late night store runs. You both took turns to change diapers. He got you as many pillows as he could find on the Isle so when you nursed the baby you would be comfortable. He even saved up enough money to get a small house by the docks. “A ship is no place ta raise a baby! He could fall in the water! We’re moving. End of discussion.” He had said. 

Overall: Harry Hook was a great dad. And your son absolutely adored his father, similar to the way that Harry adored his own dad. Just about every day your son begged to follow Harry to the ship, although you just weren’t comfortable with that yet since your son was still in that overly hyper stage and he didn’t think much of the dangers of being on a pirate ship. 

“Aye, Henry, listen to ye mother. If she says no, that means no. Don’t ye argue with ‘er.” Harry would tell him, although he would never let your young son know that he agreed completely. 

One day, you realized you needed to do your weekly grocery shopping, although you really didn’t want to bring Henry along with you. You loved your son, but even you had to admit that taking a four-year-old grocery shopping was a bad idea. “Harry, baby, will you watch Henry while I go shopping?” You asked, watching as Harry looked up from the television. 

“Aye, sure, love. When do ye think ye’ll be back?” He asked. 

You thought about it for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t know, to be honest. I won’t be too long though, I’ll be back in time to fix supper.” You said, smiling as Henry ran in from his room with an old toy that Gil had gotten him, Henry jumping onto the couch next to Harry. “Henry, mommy’s going shopping. I’ll be home soon, listen to your father.” You said, smiling and going to kiss his head. 

“Bye mommy!” Henry said, kissing you on the cheek before you grabbed your things to head out. You had moved off the Isle about a year before, so you were now living in Auradon as a happy little family, which made life about a hundred times easier since you didn’t have to worry about getting robbed every time you close your eyes. 

Not long after you left, Harry went and looked out the window to make sure you were gone before looking at your son. “Aye, I got a present for ye, lad.” Harry said, going into the bedroom you both shared, your son running after him.

“A present? For me? Really daddy?” Henry said as he followed Harry, going to sit on the bed as Harry went to dig in the closet. 

“Aye, I did. But ye can’t tell yer mum about it. So this is going ta be our dirty little secret, alright Henry?” Harry said, looking back at Henry who nodded and pretended to zip his lips and throw away the key, Harry chuckling before getting a small box that was very poorly wrapped, going over to Henry and sitting down next to him. “I wanted to wait for yer birthday next month, but I figured now’s as good a time as ever,” Harry said, watching as the young child shook the box to figure out what it was. 

“What is it?” Henry asked curiously. The young boy looked up at his father and watched as he motioned to the box to tell him to open it, finally tearing open the wrapping and opening the box that was inside, screaming with joy when he saw what it was. “A hook a hook! It’s like yours, daddy!” Henry said, grabbing it and bouncing up and down.

Harry laughed at the young boy’s excitement, reaching over and patting his back. “Calm down, son! Ye’ll poke an eye out and then yer mother will have me head on a stick!” Harry laughed, watching as he swung it around as any child would. “Careful with that. Now Henry, listen to me, son.” Harry said, making the child stop to look at him. “That isn’t a toy ta play with like ye other toys, son. Ye can’t just swing it around, ye can hurt yerself or someone else.” Harry told him. 

“Then what can I do with it, daddy?” Little Henry asked as he looked up at his father. 

“Well, as of right now ye can just carry it around like what daddy does with his hook. I just don’t want ye gettin’ hurt, son…so no running while you have it in ye hand, okay? When yer a little older then we’ll see.” Harry said, just wanting to let his son know that he could seriously get hurt with that if he didn’t go about it carefully. 

Henry frowned, but gave a nod since he could tell his father was being serious. “Okay, daddy…” He said sadly, holding the hook in his hand and looking at it when Harry got an idea. 

“But, with me bein’ a pirate, I suppose I do have ta teach ye how to sword fight,” Harry said, smiling as he looked at the boy before leading him out back to play with a couple plastic swords that they had gotten him so he could play with some of his friends. 

The two of them got a little carried away, neither one of them noticing when [Y/N] arrived home from the store. “Harry?” You asked as you carried in armfuls of groceries, usually Harry being right there to help you unload the car. Upon hearing laughter from outside, you raised an eyebrow and looked out the back door, smiling some as you watched the two most important men in your life playing with plastic swords. 

Henry struck a ‘blow’ to Harry’s chest, to which Harry pretended to grip at the wound. “Oh no! Ye got me! I’m dying! Tell me girl I love her!” Harry said, causing his voice to fade as he hit the ground and pretending to die, opening one eye when you started to laugh. 

“I leave for one hour and you’re already killing each other?” You laughed, and Henry grinned as he ran over to you.

“Mommy mommy!” Henry yelled, smiling and hugging your neck when you picked him up. “Daddy got me a hook and taught me to sword fight!” Henry yelled. 

“Henry! I said that the hook was a secret.” Harry said as he got off the floor. 

“I’m not good at keeping secrets from mommy,” Henry explained, laying his head on your shoulder, to which you laughed and smoothed his dark brown hair. 

“As long as you don’t hurt anyone, I don’t mind you having a hook.” You assured them both, smiling and looking at Harry. You really did have a perfect family. 

anonymous asked:


anything for you j-dog

  • ‘yes i have abs they’re just under this protective layer of fat’
  • he recruits hunk into making allura 10,000 years worth of birthday cake
    • ‘look dude she missed ten THOUSAND birthdays and we don’t even know if they had cake on altea,, this is pretty much our duty’
    • ‘ha duty’
  • give me that sweet Big Bro content 
    • like him going around and trying to make a dress for pidge because she showed him some pics of her from before the garrison
      • it takes a couple of weeks to find the material but in the end he produces a dress so blue and amazing that not even pidge can make a sarcastic comment 
      • ‘they don’t call me the tailor for nothing pidgeon!!!’
  • let him jsut,,,, talk about his insecurities 
    • i don’t know or care how it happens but in the end its just hunk and pidge saying ‘we’re sorry, we didn’t know. that’s not an excuse but,, we honestly didn’t know you felt this way man. you act so confident all the time so we just assumed…. we’re sorry.’
    • then lance just sniffs and wipes away some tears (guh) and just laughs ‘it’s okay,, let’s just,, hug it out’
    • and then they do just that
  • allura teaches him how to use the pool!!! and its AWESOME!!!!!!!!
    • cuz that b got a fucking swimmers bod and he needs to stay Active
    • ‘princess, i, really am sorry for, flirting with you all the time. i was missing home and,, i dunno,, not to sound rude,, but you are very beautiful so,,, *sighs* i’m sorry. i overstepped my bounds.’
    • but then allura would just smile,, cuz she’s amazing
      • ‘its okay lance. if it makes you feel any better,, your charms would never really have worked on me because, i am,, what pidge calls, ‘hella gay’ so you no need worry’ 
    • and then they bond ever their respective gayness thank you for your time
    • *keith voice* what does that even mean
    • *pulls out one gun* ‘prepare for trouble,,’ *pulls out the second one* ‘and make it double’
    • ‘shiro,, do you think we’ll make it home? do you think my family is looking for me? shiro? SHIRO???’
    • *shiro voice* can you be like mcdonalds and give me a BREAK
  • lance: *flirts with alien*
  • alien: *flirts back*
  • lance: *blinking noise followed by an immediate blush forming on his cheeks*
    • keith: ‘wasn’t that like,, a guy alien??’
    • lance (in a DREAMY AND LOVESTRUCK VOICE COUGH COUGH): ‘does it matter?’
      • bonus: keith.exe has stopped responding 

Okay, so I watched Game of Thrones early this morning, and I had a moment when that line was said and I was like “Please, no, don’t make her find it sweet, she wouldn’t” and then amen, God bless. I couldn’t help but notice how not angry the GW / Missandei scene made me and you want to know why? Because she reacted like we should teach our girls and women to react to stuff like that.

I watch these two scenes and I look at how one of these women smiles, is apparently glad to be defined as his weakness (Me?) like it’s some sort of honor, and the other’s like “wtf? You better process this or else I’m outta here?” It made me so sad because I want Supergirl to be like that. I want her to be educated and smart and stand up and to see she’s being turned into punching mess is just so unfair to her myth. I want her to make all the faces Wonder Woman did in the movie when she realized women weren’t treated equally. I want her to be smart like Diana and Missandei.

PS - Obviously there’s no way of comparing the two male characters in this post whatsoever, like, one of them has been a slave his whole life and the other owed slaves. Even the sentences are in a completely different situation and tone and a completely different direction of romance, and yet it’s Missandei who’s been allowed to speak up. This just says so much about the writing of the shows (not that GOT is perfect from beginning to end but man …)

Cooking Classes

Summary:  One day your Friend Steve shows up in your house asking you to teach him to cook.

Words: 3418 (Holly Cow.)

Paring: Steve x Reader

Warnings: There is a lot of music references in this, fuffly lots and lots of fuffly. A little angst and Smut ( Not safe sex and oral.)

A/n : Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta Ily ( you rock)

credits to the gif owners

Originally posted by evanslovely

You wake with loud knocks on your door, you look at the clock and it says it’s 4 pm. Who dares to wake you up in the middle of your nap? You get up from your couch cursing the soul that is on the other side of the door.

When you open the door all your anger disappears, on the other side you see Steve and you hate how good looking he looks at the moment. He is standing there in a dark blue sweater and some jeans looking amazing.

You realize that you are staring “Steve, what do I own you the pleasure?” He smiles at you entering you house “Well, I miss you.” He hugs you as he speaks “I am pretty sure you do, but what are you doing here?”

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My Boyfriend the Pharaoh

Originally posted by violet-phantomhive

Ahkmenrah x Reader

My Boyfriend the Pharaoh

As an aspiring actress, it was not easy to find a job in New York. You’d think jobs would be open all over the place, but with an abundance of acting opportunities came an abundance of extremely qualified super-talented people that somehow always stole the spotlight from you. Of all places, you had never expected your first job to be here.

The New York Museum of Natural History was sort of famous for their amazing night program. The museum, as they said, “came to life” with actors and animatronics and all sorts of amazing special effects, all managed by the “Night Guard”, Larry Daley. And it just so happened that you were friends with his son.

Nicky had hooked you up the minute you mentioned a fascination with the 1940’s.

“It’s pretty simple. All you have to do is sing some songs with the other 40’s girls and maybe talk to the guests a little. Nicky said you know a lot about the 40’s right?”

“World War II is my favorite.” You nodded.

“Perfect.” Larry nodded and showed you where he kept the costumes and had you pick a dress that suited you. Surprisingly, there weren’t very many. Just a sparse collection of clothes from specific eras, particularly the ones that were getting new actors. “All right, so, everything starts up an hour after sundown. Just be there like fifteen minutes before opening.”

“Will do. Thank you so, so much, Mr. Daley.”

“See you tonight.”


The Victory Rolls had been nearly impossible to put in, but you thought they looked pretty good, although, at this point, your hair was more hairspray and pins than it was hair. You topped off the look with some simple eyeliner wings and red lipstick and then walked in the door fifteen minutes before they opened for their night session.

It was as though history had thrown up in the lobby.

People from several different eras were walking through the museum to get everything ready. And it took you a while to find a familiar face, but finally, you found Nicky. He was standing at the DJ booth talking to a man wearing a tall golden headpiece and a shimmering orange cape. The moment his eyes fell upon you, they widened. A small smile pulled at his lips.

“Nicky, where’s your Dad?”

“Woah, (Y/N), I barely even recognized you!” He looked pretty impressed. “Nice…hair.”

“Thank you.”

“I don’t know where Dad went.” Nicky looked around for a second before noticing the look on his Egyptian friend’s face. “Buuut, I can introduce you to this guy! (Y/N), this is-”

“I am Ahkmenrah, fourth king of the fourth king.” He took your hand in his own, and instead of shaking it as you had expected, he brought it to his lips. Your cheeks had never burned so bright. “And it is a pleasure to meet someone so beautiful.”

“Wow, is everyone here so into character?” there was a crack in your voice as you replied. “N-nice to meet you too. You’re…hot. Oh my God, did I just say that out loud?” Nicky smiled, as did Ahk. “I gotta go, byeeeee.” You started to walk away and eventually ran right into Larry.

“You okay, (Y/N)? Your face is all red.”

“I’m f-fine. Where do you want me?”


The night gig was fun, you decided. You got to sing with a 1940’s trio and then teach kids about World War II. And a few hours before sunrise, when the night hours were officially over, you were once again greeted by the handsome Pharaoh.

“Hi there.” You cursed the crack in your voice.

“So how did your first night on the job go?”

“It was amazing. I don’t think I’ve had this much fun in a long time.” He smiled at your response.

“I hope that means I’ll see you again tomorrow.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Perhaps I could show you around my exhibit sometime.” He suggested.

“I’d like that. A lot.” You yawned and then glanced at a watch. It was waaaaay past your bedtime. “Goodness, I’ve gotta get home and go to bed. But thanks for the chat. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He smiled. “Definitely.”


Because the night program only ran Friday and Saturday nights, it was with a heavy heart that you started to pack up your stuff after your shift at the museum. The few months you had been working there had felt magical. There was no way to describe it. And now that you had to face another week without him- I mean working, it was bittersweet, to say the least.

One of the storage rooms had become a sort of dressing room/lounge for yourself and the other performers. That was where you were as you packed your duffle bag with your costume and makeup and hair supplies.

“I thought I might find you here.” You looked to the door to find Ahk standing there with a beautiful flower in his hand. “I was wondering if you might want to accompany me tomorrow evening.”

“Me?” You looked around, a finger pointing to your chest. He nodded and took a step closer. His large hand gently wrapped your own around the stem of the flower.

“There is no one whose company I would like more.” His voice was soft, and his eyes were warm as they met yours. He leaned closer to whisper in your ear, and as he did so, his breath ghosted across your cheek, causing a shiver to run up your spine. “Meet me here after sundown.”

“A-all right. Will do. Can’t wait.”

“Neither can I.” He smiled and left the lounge, a proud expression etched into his handsome features. Nicky was waiting for him just down the hall.


“She said yes!” Ahk’s calm and collected demeanor shattered to pieces, and all of his relief bubbled to the surface. He would have been one brokenhearted mummy if you had said no. “Now tell me, what must I do to make (Y/N) happy?”

“Dude, I think she’d be happy watching paint dry as long as it was with you.”

“Perfect. Where do I get some paint?”

“Figure of speech. I don’t know…I could bring you a few movies and you could set up the projector down the hall.” Nick smirked and shook his head as it finally hit him. “I can’t believe my best friend is dating a mummy.”

“But…perhaps we should keep that last part between us for the time being.”

“You got it, dude. But…(Y/N) is smart. She’ll figure it out sooner or later.”


You showed up to the museum the next night wearing something casual and comfy but definitely date night attire. You did not, however, expect Nicky to be the first person you saw.

“Good, you’re just in time.” He said. You looked around at all of the activity in the museum. You had sort of expected the place to be empty, but instead, about 80% of the night staff was here wandering around in full costume.

“What’s going on? Why is everyone here?”

“Um, I’m not sure.” Nicky lied. He punched something into his phone and then looked back up at you. “Anyway, Ahk is up this way.”

“Is his-” Nick looked to you, stopping in his tracks. “Nevermind.”


“Is his name really Ahkmenrah?”

Nicky was quiet for a long moment. This was the first time you suspected something was up.

“Y-yeah. Haven’t you ever met anyone named Ahkmenrah? I know like four of them.”

“Oh. Okay then. Didn’t realize it was that common a name.” You paused. “I guess.”

You followed Nicky up the stairs and into the room where Ahk was waiting. He looked so different than you were used to, dressed in street clothes instead of his very regal Pharaoh garb. His long shimmering cape and colorful beads had been replaced instead with a gray hoodie and some jeans. His face lit up at the sight of you, and he immediately got up from the couch he and Nick had dragged into the room not long before.

“Hi.” He waved shyly. “You…you look very beautiful.”

“Thank you,” You blushed and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear.

“Nick helped me in selecting some films I thought you might enjoy.” He said, motioning to a small stack of DVDs sitting on the table beside the projector.

“Thank you, Nicky.” You gave your friend’s chest a little shove before taking a few steps toward Ahkmenrah. You looked through the stack and then picked a romantic comedy and popped it in. Ahk sat down on the couch, heart racing as you took the spot beside him. Then, as Nicky had told him to, Ahk inhaled a large breath, stretched, and then wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You leaned into his strong chest, basking in his warmth.

“I like seeing you this way,” Ahk confessed after some time, “you seem more…you.”

“What, you don’t like the Victory Rolls?” you teased, giving him a little nudge. He laughed. “No, I feel. They’re fun, but they’re a hassle. My hair is much softer without all the spray.”

“I agree.” He smirked. “And though you seem quite comfortable on the stage, I much prefer the sight of you in my arms.”

“I do too.” You nuzzled in closer to him.



“There is something I must tell you, but I fear you would not believe me.”

“Okay.” This was the second time you suspected something was up.

“But I swear to you, I would not lie.” His eyes locked into yours and it was as though he was staring into your soul. Your heart fluttered. For a moment, you thought you might explode. The world stopped, and when he removed his arm from around your shoulders to take both of your hands, you could finally see the fear in his seemingly ancient eyes. His fingers wove through your own, gripping them tightly.

“I trust you, Ahk.” You whispered and gave his hands a squeeze. He smiled gratefully. “What is it?”

“The museum…it’s not-” he paused, arranging the words in his mind. “It’s not exactly ordinary.”

“I figured as much,” You chuckled softly. He was quiet for a moment, thinking. Suddenly, an idea struck.

“Come with me.” He stood and led you down the hall, across the second floor, and finally into the Egyptian exhibit. His hand gripped yours tightly as he led you to stand in front of the sarcophagus.

“The tablet of Ahkmenrah?” you asked. Your eyebrows crinkled as you thought it over.

“It’s said to have magical powers that bring the museum to life every night.” He stated, waiting for the pieces to click. “And inside the sarcophagus…” he slowly pushed open the lid revealing…nothing. Nothing but bandages. You gasped.

“Where did the mummy go?” and immediately as the words left your mouth, it finally clicked. The mummy was standing beside you, holding your hand. “Oh my God.”

“Are you all right?” he asked with concern.

“How are you even-” you looked him over, bringing a hand up to stroke the soft skin of his face. It felt so real. Too real to be dead. You pressed your ear to his chest, and sure enough, his heart was beating, racing even. “I don’t understand.”

“Every night for thousands of years, I’ve come to life again because of the tablet. And yet, I’d never felt truly alive…until I met you.” One of his hands rose to caress your cheek. “I promise to treat you like the queen you are…if you’d have me, that is.”

There were a few moments of silence as you looked into his eyes. And then, nodding rapidly, you rushed into his embrace.

“Yes, Ahk. A million times, yes.” You held him tighter than you had ever held anyone, afraid that he would suddenly slip away.

“I take it it went well?” Nick poked his head around the entrance of the exhibit. You rested your head against Ahk’s chest as you turned to look at your friend.

“You could say that, yes,” Ahk told him with a smile.

“Nicky, my boyfriend is a Pharaoh.” You couldn’t help but laugh a little as you said it. It was unbelievable. Impossible. And yet, here he was.

“Thank you, Nicky, for introducing me to the love of my life.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t mention it.” He smirked. “If you need me, I’ll be downstairs partying with the others.” He walked off, leaving the two of you alone.

“What would you like to do now, my love?” he asked, his voice merely a whisper.

“Just hold me.” You gripped him tightly, and he held you fast against his chest.

“I can certainly do that.”


The following evening, you arrived at the museum precisely five minutes before sundown. When Larry opened the door, you were one of the last people he had expected to see.

“What are you doing here? Work isn’t until Friday night.”

“Well, my boyfriend is a mummy that only comes alive at night, so he and I kind of have some time to make up for.” You replied. Larry smiled slowly.

“He told you then, huh?”

“Last night was a bit more eventful than I had expected.”

“Welcome to the madness. It only gets crazier from here.” He handed you a key. “I’ll let you do the honors, then. His royal highness gets kind of impatient while waiting for me to lock up the lions.”

“All right.” You nodded. As you made your way up the stairs, the fun began. Teddy rode off of his platform and off to find Sacagawea and you ran up the steps and into the Egyptian exhibit, where you could hear your boyfriend yelling and pounding on the lid of his sarcophagus.

“LARRY LET ME OUT!” You could barely make out the muffled shouts, but you rushed to shove aside the stone slab, unlock the glass case, and then finally pull the lid off.

“Hey, Ahk, it’s all right.” You stated. His body was fully covered in bandages, and he smelled like an attic, but you didn’t care. You helped him undo the wrappings around his face. As soon as he was free, he turned his head to cough up a cloud of dust. “Good morning, babe.”

“Good evening, my love. Now, if you’d help me undo these wrappings so I can greet you properly, that would be splendid.”

“It’d be my pleasure.” You grinned and pressed a soft kiss against his lips as you pulled his wrappings further off, revealing the rich orange cape and beads that lie beneath. In all of his time, Ahk had learned many things. But he finally knew that after four thousand years, being here with you was where he truly belonged.

BTS - You come home and they are cooking dinner for you.

Request: HIYA :> Can ya write how its feels to come home to BTS (being your husband) and cooking u dinner?? appreciate ! x

Seokjin: You were really, really tired. And when you got home, you found your husband, Seokjin, making dinner for you. “Aw, you’re cooking for me!” You run up to him. “This is my job, right?” He smiled and gave you a little kiss. “I love you.” You said smiling. “I love you more." 

Originally posted by sunbaejin

Yoongi: You had hanging out with some friends. When you got home, you smelled delicious from the kitchen. "Are you really cooking for me, baby?” You smiled. “Yah, I have to please my love sometimes.” “You’re cute.” You kissed his cheek. “I’m not.” He said, but he gave you a smile.

Originally posted by sugasuite

Hoseok: He always tried to please you, no matter what. You came home and saw him sitting at the table, angry at himself. “What happened?” You asked going to him. “I can’t cook anything, everything goes wrong.” He looked at you pouting. “Why are you trying to cook, baby?” “For you. But I really can’t, I’m sorry.” “Don’t worry, baby.” You kissed him. “Can we go to mcdonalds?” He asked, like a child. “Of course, let’s go.” You said and he smiled at you.

Originally posted by hob-e

Namjoon: He never knew how to cook very well and you knew it, it was never a problem for you. But today, it was different. You came home and to your surprise, he was cooking and it seemed to be going well. “Hmm, are you cooking?” You said as you approached. “Yes, cooking for my princess.” He smiled and you rolled your eyes and smiled. “Cheesy.” “I am.” “But… Are you sure it’ll be good?” You asked looking at him. “Yes. Jin taught me how to do this. I asked him to teach me and then I could do it for you.”

Originally posted by minsnuggles

Jimin: You came home and saw him eating dinner. “Hey baby, I made you dinner, but I was really hungry and couldn’t wait.” He said and you laughed. “Oh, it’s okay.” You said and took a plate and ate with him. “That’s so good. You did a good job.” You teased him, making him laugh. “Oh, stop it. Everything I do is good, right?” He asked with a smirk. “Sure.” You give him a smirk too.

Originally posted by ultranicolet

Taehyung: You sent him a text, saying that you was hungry and he said he would order some food. When you got home, he was cooking. “What are you doing?” You asked. “Jagi! No. Get out of the kitchen.” “Why?” You asked, laughing. “I’m cooking for you. It’s a surprise.” “Oh, alright, I’m leaving.” “Wait, give me a kiss.” He came to you and kissed you. “Okay, you can go now." 

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Jungkook: As we know, he isn’t one of the best cooks. But even so, he tried to cook for you while you were away. When you come home, the dinner was on the table and he was smiling at you. "Aw, did you really cook for me?” You smiled. “Yes, I tried.” He said and when he took the plate, the potatoes were stuck on it. “OH MY GOD!” You said laughing. “That wasn’t supposed to happen!” He said and began to laugh. “Come on, baby, just get a pizza.” “Okay, but I tried, you saw.” “I saw it, and you’ll wash the dishes later.” “Fine.” He rolled his eyes and gave you a kiss.

Originally posted by nothinglikebts

Help Me Get The Girl Part 7 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,694

Warnings: Language.  Mentions of sex.

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my girl @vincentvangrayson because she has been amazing with supporting me and my writing.

This part has been about 2 weeks in the world.  It has been scrapped at least 5 times and right now I feel that I got what I wanted accomplished.  Honestly, I hope you like it because this is where the real shit happens.

This in no way reflects Grayson’s true reactions in a situation like this, it’s a work of fiction.

Thank you and happy reading!

Your POV:

I was nervous as hell.

The ball was something that I had successfully avoided attending year after year. Each year I would help Grace’s family set up a few things, but I always managed to get of there about a half hour before it began.  This year, not only was I being forced to attend, but I was being forced to dance!   The positive was that I wouldn’t be dancing with Ethan.  I don’t know how Grace has managed to get him prepared for the performance in time; the kid has no rhythm.

            I had just arrived to Grace’s home where for the first time ever I would be getting dolled up for the ball rather than setting tables and making sure all the décor was lined up correctly.  A part of me was thankful that I wouldn’t have to light all the candles on each center piece on the tables or sweep up the already clean floors.  This time I got to wear a dress that made me feel like a million bucks and get my hair done by a professional hair stylist.

           “Could you get in here, please?  I need to know if my makeup looks like a 4 year old soccer player applied it with the mud from their cleats.” Grace’s voice rang from her beauty room to where I was standing.  I tossed my cellphone onto her bed, secretly rolling my eyes because I knew that her makeup would look fine.  The real question was, why did she hire a professional hair stylist, but not a makeup artist.

           When I entered the beauty room I wasn’t surprised to find that she looked absolutely gorgeous.  Her makeup brought out the blue in her eyes.  It was a soft look yet it wasn’t one that would go unnoticed.

           I smiled at her, “You look great.”

           My comment didn’t cause her worry to subside.  With a sliver of fear still on her face she asked, “Do you think Grayson will think I look nice?”

           I swallowed the growing lump in my throat and knew that my face was probably paling.  This question wasn’t a hard one to answer, it was just hard to say it out loud.  “Of course he will.  He’ll think you look absolutely beautiful.”

           She took a deep breath and looked back to the mirror, “Okay, good.  Thanks, Y/n, I don’t know what’d I’d do without you.”

           I let out an unsure giggle, “Yeah, same, Grace.”

           She reached forward, grabbing her setting spray, misting it across her face.  “Are you okay?  You’ve been quiet in there, starting at your phone.  Then, I tell you how great you are and you hardly give me an answer.”

           “Sorry,” I faked a smile “I’m just really nervous about the dance.  Grayson did a good job teaching me, but I’m afraid I’ll mess up still.”

           “Oh I forgot to ask, how was learning the dance, was Grayson a good teacher?” she stood up, walking over to her dress that was hanging on the mobile rack.

           Walking to the mirror, I leaned forward and messed with my hair, wondering how the hairstylist was going to work their magic on the bird’s nest on top of my head.  I thought back to when Grayson and I were practicing together.  The way he was patient with me, how his hand felt holding mine as we waltzed—the way he held me close as we swayed with each other to a different song.

           After the final song ended, he continued to hold me and I didn’t object to it.  But, when we pulled away it felt almost as if we were saying goodbye to each other. Like that moment was supposed to be some sort of closure for us.  He had walked me to the front door and the last words he spoke to me were, “Please don’t forget tonight and what we were.”

           That sentence hasn’t left my mind since he said it. ‘And what we were’ past tense… were. But what were we really?  Were we friends learning a dance together or were we two people wrapped up in something we weren’t willing to admit was real.  Either way, I felt like that was his way of telling me that what we shared under the moonlight would never happen again, and that caused my heart to ache in a way I never knew it could.

           “It was fine.  He taught me the steps, we ran through it with the music, and we were done.” I left out the last part because if she was truly starting to have feelings for Gray, I didn’t want to make her second guess those feelings.  It wouldn’t be fair to her.  

           “I’m sure you’ll do just fabulous tonight.  Thanks again for stepping in.” she said as she pulled her dress off the rack, “Now, let’s get these dresses on and fix that hair of yours.”


           Both Grace and I were stood by the front door waiting for Grayson and Ethan to come pick us up.  Right as we saw their truck, yes truck, pull up… I realized that I left my clutch up in Grace’s room.  I tried my best to hurry up the stairs, but I kept tripping over my dress with each step. I quickly grabbed my clutch off of her desk, my feet legitimately shuffling me out of the room and down the stairs to avoid crashing and burning.

           As I approached the final few stairs I found Grayson waiting at the bottom step with a black box in his hand.  He was wearing a fitted tux with a silk black tie, a white button up under the suit jacket.  A warm smile stretched across his perfectly crafted face, as he held his hand out to me.

           I placed my hand in his as he helped me down the last steps, “What are you doing in here?”

           “Well, we are dance partners, so I guess that makes you my date, right?” he gently squeezed my hand.  

           “I don’t know.  I just thought we were all going as a group.” I explained, only wanting to get closer to him.

           “Well, I took it as you being my date so that’s what we’re going to go with.  You look absolutely beautiful by the way.” I smiled, heat rushing to my cheeks. He chuckled in response and opened the box in his hand to reveal a set up silver hairpins with leaves on them.  My eyes shifted up to him in confusion, “I knew that you didn’t like jewelry, but I wanted to get you something so I had Cameron help me pick them out for you.  You don’t have to wear them if you don’t want to.”

           “I will.” The words escaped my lips without thinking.  “I mean… I’d love to wear them.” My voice was shaking along with my hands.  I’ve never been this nervous in front of Grayson before.

           “Okay, turn around.” He instructed.  “I’m glad your hair is up so that I can do this.” I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as he pushed the pins into my hair. His fingers trickled down my neck to my shoulders causing goosebumps to form on my skin.  His palms moved over the strap of my dress, pulling it out of its place a bit.

           I leaned into his touch, craving more of him, knowing that it would never happen.  “We should go.  We need to be ready for the dance soon.” I turned to face him, “Thank you for the gift, Grayson.  It was really sweet of you.”

           He leaned in, placing a quick kiss on my forehead before grabbing onto my hand and guided me out to the car.  As we got closer to the truck, both Grayson and I could see Grace turning to look at us.  Right before she caught sight of us, Grayson let go of my hand so abruptly it hit my leg with a loud thud.  Shocked at his action, my feet caused me to stumble momentarily before I gained my balance back.

           As we got in the car, Grayson offered his hand to help me up into the seat, but I ignored him.  If he was going to act like I was nothing, I was going to act like he was nothing.  The ride consisted of Ethan talking about all the stupid stunts he pulls and Grace talking herself up.  Both Grayson and I offered few words to them and even fewer words to each other.

           We arrived at the ball, allowing the valet to take the truck and park it.  Instead of joining Grayson, I hooked my arm with Ethan’s.  “Y/n, I’m not your date. Aren’t you supposed to be with Gray?” Ethan asked, confusion written all over his face.

           “Please, just walk me in Ethan.” I said without looking at him.

           As he started walking he leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I didn’t know it was possible for you to look even more gorgeous than you already are.  You look stunning tonight.”

           The ball was in full swing when we entered the room. The cream walls with gold painted designs.  The dome ceiling was painted with angels flying in the heavens above.  Large chandeliers lit up the room along with candles hung on the walls. The people were sharing stories of past times and laughs to last a lifetime.

           Everyone was so happy.

           So why wasn’t I?

           I glanced over my shoulder to see Grace linked up with Gray.  His eyes were trained on her, a genuine smile spread across his face.  He leaned down and pressed his lips on top of her head like he had mine earlier tonight.  Right before I could look away, he lifted his eyes to lock onto mine.

           He held eye-contact as he pulled away so that he was no longer as close to her.  My hold on Ethan tightened as I turned back around.  We only had a few minutes before we were supposed to be ready to participate in the dance.  We made our way over to the area where we were supposed to line up.  Letting go of Ethan, I waited for Grayson to line up across from me.

           He tried to get me to look at him, but I kept my eyes focused on the floor.  The leaders started to move us out onto the dance floor as Grace’s dad began to announce our performance.

           “As you all know, each year the charity ball has a classical dance performed for our entertainment.  This year my own two daughters are participating in the dance along with a couple of their friends.  So tonight, they will be performing to a song selected by my daughter, Grace.  Here they are performing the dance to Tenerife Sea by Ed Sheeran!”  The clapping of the crowd filled the room as we took our positions.

           I followed every movement that Grayson had taught me. I managed to connect with him through the dance as if nothing was wrong between the two of us, but with each passing second my heart broke more.  As we waltzed his hand was rested on my lower back, this time with a bit more pressure than when we practiced together.  It was almost as if he was holding me to him protectively.  Every once in a while I could see him give a side-eye to Ethan. Each time Ethan looked back, Grayson would instinctively pull me closer to him, but Ethan would just look the other direction.

           Somehow, both Ethan and I made it through the dance successfully without any mistakes.  If you didn’t pay close attention you probably would have thought that we were part of the company.  The music came to an end and immediately I pulled away from Grayson. Hurt flashed through his eyes for a quick second before he masked his emotions and gave me a small nod.

           Without looking at anyone else, I walked off the dance floor and headed toward the restrooms to get away from all of it.  I was beginning to experience sensory overload. Before I could enter the room, someone grabbed onto my hand and yanked me around the corner into another hall.

           “Talk to me.” Grayson demanded, his lips only a couple inches from mine.

           “Talk to you about what?” I asked breathlessly, my chest rising and falling at a rapid rate due to the shock coursing through my veins.

           He rolled his eyes, “You’re mad at me, but you have no reason to be.” He grunted, his hand moving to be placed right next to my head against the wall.

           “I’m not mad.”

           “Bullshit.” His voice was low and only loud enough for me to hear.

           “I’m not mad, Grayson.” I gulped.  “I just don’t know what you’re thinking and it frustrates me. You get close to me one second and the next you back away.”

           “We’re friends, Y/n.  You and Ethan have been much closer than we ever have.  At school, when we hang out, and even in bed.” He stretched out those last three words just to hit me where it hurts.

           “Who do you think you are?” I growled, pushing him away. “It’s my life, my body, and my decisions.  I can do what I want with myself.  I have not given you a reason to judge me.”

           “I’m not judging you.” He said condescendingly.  “I’m stating facts and the fact is, you slept with my brother and now you’re upset that you can’t sleep with his twin.  You’re jealous that I’m focused on Grace and not you.”

           My hand rose and struck him across the face with a harsh smack.  He rubbed where I had slapped him, massaging it to work the pain away.  He didn’t look surprised at my actions at all.  Instead he looked at me with regret.  And for the first time, I let him see me cry out every emotion that I was feeling.

           “Do not slut shame me, Grayson Dolan.  You know who I am.  Do not destroy my character.  I won’t allow you to treat me like this; not now, not ever!” I shouted, not worried about who would hear me.


           “No!  I’m done, Grayson.  One second your kissing me, the next your acting like it’s a mistake.  Once second you’re holding me close, dancing with me like I’m the only girl in the world and next your dropping my hand because you don’t want to be caught by Grace.  You’re messing with my emotions and you know it!”


           “No!” I cut him off.  “You don’t get it!  You don’t care and you never will because it’s always about Grace isn’t it?  That’s what this deal was for, right?  You protect my brother in exchange for me helping you get Grace?”  I rambled, pushing him further back after each sentence.

           “I do care!  I’m sorry!  I didn’t mean those things!  I’m wasn’t thinking.  You know I would never want to hurt you!” he tried to grab my hands to hold them still.

           I ripped them out of his grasp, “You care about yourself and you care about Grace.  That’s all.” I calmed myself as much as I could, bringing my voice level to nearly a whisper.  “The deal is over, okay?  You don’t have to worry about Theo, I’ll figure something out.”


           “Hey,” I shrugged, tears still running down my cheeks, staining them with mascara.  “You kept up your end of the deal, and I held up my end.  You got the girl, right?”

           And with that I left him standing there, not looking back.  Finding Ethan, not worried about who saw me in my emotional state, I asked him to take me home.  Taking off his jacket and draping it over my shoulders, he led me out to the truck, whispering words of comfort into my ears.

           In the passenger seat of the truck, Ethan’s hand resting on my thigh and rubbing circles on it with his thumb, I looked up at the stars in the sky and asked myself why I allowed it to get this far.


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Bully Beware

Request: I am in love with all or your stories! Could you maybe write something where Bucky is a single father of a little girl, and he’s trying to teach her self-defense when he finds out she’s being bullied at school?- from anonymous

dad!Bucky Barnes X Reader (kinda? alludes to?)

Word Count: 2330

Warnings: Mentions of schoolyard violence

A/N: This might have gotten a little bit away from me, but I hope it’s okay and you like it! I don’t know anything about parenting so.. Again, Feedback would be freaking amazing. 

Bucky was running late. It was always like this. There never seemed to be enough time in a day for him to get everything completed on his daily task list. He always thought it was normal, for being a single parent to feel a little overwhelmed at times. Lately he had been feeling this way all the time. Running his hands over his face, he hit the familiar speed dial button on his programmed work phone and waited for an answer. 

“Buck, whats up? I though that you had an early day today?” Steve’s voice rang throughout Bucky’s office. 

“I know, I was supposed to leave hours ago… Listen can you do me a huge favour?” 

“Yes, I will pick up Maisie. But Buck.. You have to talk to your boss, this is like.. the sixth time in the last two weeks. I know things are tough right n-” 

“I know Steve. I know..” he sighed. “I’m just… If I get the promotion I can work from home, set my own hours. Every time I get ahead, I get pushed back a couple steps. Fuck..” 

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just some Jack Wilder stuff.
  • Imagine Jack just listening to you talk, and before you know it, he’s mastered your voice and he uses it when he’s playing around and mocks you.
  • Imagine Jack mastering Danny’s voice and he uses it to screw around with the rest of the Horsemen over the phone.
  • just i m a g i n e this sinnamon roll and the imitations he can do.
    • Imagine him using some imitations to make you smile when you’re upset/sad(uses ones like Elmo, or sillier ones verses more serious tones).
  • Imagine him ruining the moment by saying something in someone else’s voice.
    • He thinks it’s downright funny.
      • You think otherwise.
  • Imagine him trying to teach you how to study and how to imitate people’s voice.
    • You fail miserably.
      • He tells you, “That’s okay. I don’t want you sounding like anyone else when you sound perfect already.”
        • gives you a cheeky lil’ smile.

Originally posted by zacryliccz


Request: Can’t get to my inbox right now but you’ll know what it’s about when you read it lol

Pairing: Tom Holland + Reader

Warnings: Fluff, embarrassed Tom

Notes: I’m sorry I haven’t posted in so long! But I’m on Spring Break and decided I could use my little down time to write!! Hope you enjoy it :)

“Oh, my god.” You were desperate for air as you put the video you were watching on pause. This had to have been your favorite video, amongst the other remixes made for it. You wiped the tears from your eyes as you let out a loud snort. One of your hands came up to your mouth to keep any other sounds from coming out of you.

You loved when Tom did press tours, it was beneficial to your days off – being able to watch his interviews on YouTube, helping whenever you missed him or just wanted to see or hear his voice. Usually you watched them for a smile or just to have an excuse to look at him, but this time the main reason for you watching this video (over and over) was to laugh at your poor, defenseless boyfriend. You didn’t realize how definite Tom’s accent was until it came to saying certain words, foreign words especially, specifically the word croissant.

“What’s up, babe?” You looked up from your laptop, immediately closing it when you saw Tom walking into your bedroom. You smiled at him and get up to hug him when he was close enough to your bed. He wrapped his arms around your waist and swayed you both side to side slightly. You inhaled his scent – you had just scene him this morning, but there wasn’t a moment that you didn’t miss him.

“Hi Tommy,” you tilted your head just the slightest to give him a peck before pulling away completely.

“You ready?” You nodded and grabbed your bag and your keys from your dresser before letting Tom lead you out. You were both going out for brunch, one of your favorite things to do with each other. When you got in the car you suddenly remembered the interview you were just watching of Tom and chuckled to yourself. “What are you laughing at?” You looked to your left to see Tom looking at you in confusion, a smile on his face nonetheless. You shook your head and returned his smile, reaching one of your hands over to caress his cheek.

“Nothing, babe. Just something I was watching earlier.” He still had a confused look on his face, but he dropped the subject with a nod and started the car. The drive was only about eight minutes – but you two always made the best of it. You drove with the windows down and serenaded strangers as they walked down the street with whatever was on the radio.

Tom led you into the small, secluded diner and helped you into your seat before sitting across from you. When the waiter came up to take your orders, your eyes skimmed the rest of the menu – you already knew you were going to get the French toast. Your eyes stopped on the sides, the word “croissant” seemingly bold. You tried to stop yourself from laughing but you couldn’t help yourself. A loud laugh erupted from you, startling Tom and the waiter. You cleared your throat, your cheeks heating up as a few people turned to look at you.

“You okay, (Y/N)?” You nodded and apologized, and proceeded to order. Having never actually tried a croissant, you decided to order a couple for you and Tom.

“Can I also have a quackson?” Your eyes widen after the word left your mouth. You glanced at the waiter and then at Tom, a confusing look across both of their faces. “I mean a croissant!” You cleared your throat again. “Sorry, I meant a croissant. Two, please.” The waiter chuckled softly before nodding and heading back to the kitchen.

“Babe, are you sure you’re okay? What was that weird accent?” You shook your head before reaching out across the table and holding his hand.

“Nothing, sorry. I think my throat was just a little dry.” Tom gave you an unsure look before nodding and smiling at you instead, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. The rest of brunch went well, minimum laughing coming from you. The way back was fine, and you were able to control yourself for the most part when you both got into your house. You made it to your bedroom and Tom asked if you wanted to watch something on Netflix, you agreed and told him to hook your laptop up to your TV. You went to the bathroom to wash the small amount of makeup you had on your face. It wasn’t until you were drying your face when you realized you hadn’t exited out of the YouTube video you were watching earlier. With your eyes wide you sprinted back into your room.

“Tom, wait! Don’t open my laptop!” But, you were too late. Tom sat in front of your TV, a confused look on his face as he watched the endless loop of him saying the word “croissant”.

“What the hell… what the hell is this?! Is this why you were acting weird at brunch?” His eyes darted to you quickly before reading the word on the screen that popped up occasionally. “Quackson?” His eyes squinted, before it clicked that this was what you asked the waiter to bring you. “Oh, my god. You were making fun of me at the diner!”

“No! Baby, no.” You rushed to sit next to him on the bed, reaching to turn off the video. “I mean, a little bit. I’m sorry!”

“Do I really say it weird?” He visibly shrunk where he was sitting and you instantly felt guilty for laughing at him practically all day.

“No, of course not. It’s just… your accent – it makes it sound different! Not that that’s bad!”

He gave a small smile leaning over to peck your cheek. “How do you say it?”

“What?” You looked at Tom confused as you watched the color rush to his cheeks.

“How do you say it? Like, can you teach me?”

“Tom, you’re fine-,”

“Please?” You took in Tom’s pout and sighed, eventually nodding and fixing yourself so that you were facing him directly, him doing the same.

“Okay so, I guess you just need to work on pronouncing your ‘r’ more. Croissant.”

He cleared his throat before speaking, “Quackson.” He cringed as he realized he said it wrong again.

“Maybe if you slowed it down a little. Yeah? Let’s try.” You had him repeat the word over and over, him still not being able to articulate himself with his accent.

About ten minutes in he let out a frustrated groan.

“Fuck that word!” You laughed at his outburst, not meaning to, but the look of pure seriousness on his face got you. “I’m serious, fuck that word. I don’t even like qua- NO. Those stupid fucking French treats, I don’t like them.”

“I think they came from Austria – but, I get your point.” Tom rolled his eyes at you, leaning in to kiss you. Your hands instantly went to comb through his hair, pulling him closer to you. He sighed into your mouth, bringing his body to hover over you. One of his arms went around your waist as the other supported his weight. He scooted you up on your bed, not breaking the kiss. Your lungs started to burn as you became desperate for air. You tugged at Tom’s hair, pulling away slightly. You pecked him one last time before he pulled himself off of you completely. He sat up against your headboard and patted his chest, signaling for you to lay against him. You smiled and pushed yourself up, and grabbed your laptop before resting your head against his chest. You put on the Office, and put your laptop on the side, feeling Tom run his fingers through your hair.

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With infinity war steadily approaching and so is the end of RDJ’s Marvel contract I just want to make you all cry by giving you my rendition on death in Infinity War: Peter for Tony

Tony was protecting Peter. If there’s one death Tony can’t bear to see, it’s Peter’s.

Tony is glad Peter can’t see the fear behind the mask. Until it’s scattered across the floor because of a hard blow.

Peter watches the whole thing. He knows it’s his fault.

“No. No.” Peter is speechless as he sees Tony, lifeless on the ground.

Running over to him as fast as he can go, he drops to his knees as scars begin to form.

“Tony! Hey, Tony!”

Peter whips off his mask so that Tony can see his face. Tears well in both of their eyes.

Tony is in so much pain. He knows it will be okay. Soon.

There’s blood seeping out from under the suit, leaking out from crevice after crevice. Peter can’t find the source of the bleeding. He’s putting pressure anywhere he can see blood on the suit that he thinks will help Tony but he’s just fifteen he doesn’t know anything about this he’s not supposed to be doing this he’s so young and he can’t have another father figure leave him not again

Peter doesn’t see how the fight stops behind him.

How Steve watches Peter fruitlessly try to help Tony. Steve has been through this many times before. Steve forgets Peter is just a boy.

Rhodey watches his best friend, the man who rehabilitated him, who saved his life more than once, and realizes he can’t do anything to help him this time.

Bucky watches the man who’s parents he killed. The man Steve fought over him. The man he ruined everything for for. He can’t help but feel an ache in his chest to know how Peter feels. How Tony feels. How Steve feels. Hurt.

“Hey, Mr. Stark.” Peter says, painfully smiling, as cheerful as he can manage whilst on the verge of tears.

“Peter,” Tony breathes out. It’s obvious to Peter what’s happening. He’s already gone through this once.

“Mr. Stark, Tony, you’re gonna be okay, okay? You’re- you’re gonna be fine, they’re- The Avengers are gonna fix you right up, okay? You’re gonna be-”

“Peter…” Tony says once again. It’s getting harder to breathe. The pain is gone, and has been replaced by a warm glow. It’s comforting.

“No no no no no no, Tony, you’re gonna be okay, you have to be okay! You can’t leave me, please!”

Peter speaks softly, but aggressively. He tries to convey urgency in his voice. There’s a war going on, and he needs his mentor.

Peter sniffles.

“Peter, it’s going to be okay.” Tony says. He smiles for a brief second, and Peter gets more and more scared.

“Mr. Stark! You- you can’t go yet! Please! I need you! You have so much to teach me! I have so much to learn! Mr. Stark, please!”

Tony looks at Peter. He can barely see him now, but he can picture how he looks. Scared. Hurt. Betrayed. He tries to comfort him.

“You’re a good kid, Peter. Good kids grow up to be good people. You’ll do just fine.”

Peter is reliving everything. He doesn’t know if he can handle this again, on top of everything else.

“No, Mr.- Tony! Tony you can’t do this to me! Tony! Please! Tony! Mr. Stark!”

It just slips out when Peter says it. He means it wholeheartedly, but he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

“Tony! Tony! Dad!”

He cries out. He can’t feel Tony move or breathe or cry or do anything. Tony is gone.

Peter tries to hold him over his bulky armor, but he can’t, so he just settles for lying on the shoulder of his suit and crying into his neck. He reaches into the suit and carefully maneuvers Tony’s neck whilst he cries into it, so that if Tony were alive, Tony would have his head on Peter’s shoulder and would be holding him back. If Tony were alive, he’d be fighting this war with Peter. If Tony were alive, he’d be telling Peter what to do. If Tony were alive, Peter wouldn’t feel the way he’s feeling, like an anchor sunk in his chest. If Tony were alive, Peter would be dead.

Steve is the one who comes over to Peter and Tony. Peter is murmuring into Tony’s armor and shoulder and neck, saying repeatedly, “What do I do? What do I do now?”

Steve drags him away from Tony’s corpse.

Peter whimpers softly. He’s run out of actual tears to cry. His face is tear stained when Cap turns Peter to face him.

“What do I do now? What am I supposed to do?” Peter stresses, his breath shaky and his eyes wet.

Steve looks him in the eye with determination. He knows just what they have to do. Just want to say.

“You fight, Peter. You fight like hell. For Tony.”

Peter repeats it back to himself. He nods his head softly.

“For Tony.”

And fight they do.

“Troop Leader” Part Three

Summary: How will you handle a broken heart and an over protective father?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader

Warnings: Extreme Dad!Tony, fluff

Word Count: 1096

A/N: part three! let me know if you want to be on the taglist. i thought Papa Tony would take up most of this part.

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

You arrived on your father’s doorstep in tears. Thankfully, the tower was empty except for the team and your father. FRIDAY alerted everyone of your arrival. In the elevator, you got a good look at yourself. You were still barefoot, your hair was coming out of your tightly pulled ponytail, and the tear tracks were evident on your face. You were a mess, but you didn’t care. All you wanted was your dad.

The elevator dinged, signaling your arrival to the common room. When the doors opened, you could see everyone standing there through your tears. You could see their faces drop when they took in the sight. Tony ran to you and brought you into a hug. He patted your hair and rocked you back and forth. You finally let the sobs free. The whole team could feel your pain. The sobs racked the entire room. You were their family, and they weren’t going to let anyone hurt you.

“Oh, my sweet girl, who did this to you?” Tony asked you in a quiet tone.

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