teenie angst

Honestly after religiously believing in Tony being the Tiniest Man ever it fucks me up BIGSTYLE when I get into 616 territory because that fucker is literally 6′1 with bright piercing blue fucking eyes and jesus fucking ch r i s t can u be any more extra Anthony. Get smaller. What the fuck. U feel me.

Not Quite

Written for @aligrump‘s HC about Alex and Ryland being roommates for so long they keep getting mistaken for a couple. I couldn’t help myself. Also, this took my like three failed tries to get this damn thing to post. Hmph.

“You two are so adorable!” A woman said hands clutched together at her chest. Ryland gave her a quick glance from the corner of his eye as he put the stupid fuzzy green thing Alex had put on his head back on the shelf. He heaved a sigh, trying to angle his body away from the woman. Well, there goes his good mood.

“Aw, thank you,” Alex cooed, turning to face the woman and giving her a big grin. Ryland would have elbowed him in the ribs but he had already stepped away from his side to talk to the annoying woman. Why did Alex have to engage them? He got that Alex didn’t catch on when people assumed they were together. He just didn’t think of them that way. Not that Ryland did, of course. But living with the guy so long, he’d gotten comfortable and let his guard down more often than he’d like. Which only led to more things like this.

“How long have you two been together?” The weirdo continued, leaning forward eagerly. That should have made the light flick on in Alex’s head, but Ryland didn’t even bother to hope.

“Together?” Alex asked, tilting his head to the side. “I mean, we met up this morning but that’s hard not to do when you live together.”

Okay, Ryland was done fuming. This woman was getting too doe eyed and Alex would probably chat with her about their nonexistent relationship for an hour. He just wanted this over with.

Turning around finally, Ryland slung an arm over Alex’s shoulder and gave his biggest, most convincing grin. “Yeah, well, after the night we had I’m not sure how you’re even up and moving today.” He squeezed Alex’s shoulders, giving him an exaggerated wink. The woman immediately blushed and Ryland fought the urge to smirk.

“Yeah, that was fun. We should do that again tonight,” Alex chirped, leaning into Ryland’s side. “You never did teach me how to do the move with the-”

“Woah, let’s talk about that later, boo, mkay? Don’t wanna scar the poor lady.” Ryland gave the woman an apologetic smile, verging on a smirk at how nervous she was getting. He knew Alex thought they were referring to the video game marathon they’d played last night but that only made this more amusing.

“Oh, well, um, that’s very nice,” The woman stuttered. Alex blinked at Ryland, obviously trying to figure out why he couldn’t explain how to do a triple backflip in public, but Ryland was having too much fun with this to let him ruin it.

“And man, the way you just hold me down- ” Ryland shook his head. “Amazing”

“Oh, um,” The woman glanced away a moment. “I have to, um-”

“You’re the one who holds me down half the time, Ryland. Mostly when we cuddle.” Alex gestured between them, smiling. “I love to snuggle with my honey bear. He’s so soft.”

Ryland blinked, glancing back at Alex. He expected him to grin, to show that he finally, finally caught on. But all he saw was a soft smile, his eyes happy and full of something he couldn’t identify. His throat was suddenly too dry and his chest felt tight. Did- Did Alex think-

“Aww,” The obnoxious woman cooed. “That’s so precious.” Ryland never wanted to strangle someone so badly but he managed to turn back to her and smile.

“Thanks. We actually have some shopping to do, so have a nice day.” The words probably sounded as forced as they were, but the woman just smiled and nodded, happy to leave now that she could pretend they were the cute little gay couple she’d initially imagined.

As soon as she turned her back, Ryland dropped his arm, taking a step back for Alex’s side. His head was still swimming, trying desperately to explain away the things he’d seen before. He practically jumped out of his skin when he felt Alex’s hand against his face and he glanced up to see Alex giving him a worried look.

“You alright, Ry?” He asked all hints of whatever had been there previously gone. Ryland swallowed, ignoring the fluttering in his stomach as he reminded himself, yet again, that Alex was oblivious. He had to be. Or else Alex might actually think of them as- as something that they weren’t and Ryland wasn’t sure if he was ready to unpack that can of worms.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” Ryland managed, patting Alex’s hand. And if the relieved smile Alex gave him made him feel any lighter, he pretended not to notice.

yurukiturah  asked:

Do you happen to have any klance fic recommendations??

I DO! Sorry this took so long I had to go through my history to find some of the ones I really liked!

5 signs of Keith falling in love (feat. Lance) By Talinor (rated T)// Completed

I really liked this one, it’s basically showing how Keith progresses in realizing his feelings for lance and how they form. It even has a bit of Galra Keith in there. A teeny bit of angst but nothing too bad.

so why dont we fall by aknightly (rated E)// Completed

Oblivious Keith, which I usually don’t like but it was okay in this fic. It has some angst about the word love being used and cute nicknames that Lance uses for Keith. This one is super popular so you’ve probably read it but I thought I’d add it anyway.

Marital Mayhem by genellio (rated T)// WIP

This one is basically the team go down to a plant to look for supplies and the Galra go after them. Lance and Keith stumble into a religious temple and its like a big romance holiday where couples come to get married, and they have to fake a relationship so they can get safety at the temple until they can get to their lions. It’s really good so far

you never stood a chance by kagshina (rated T)// Completed

This is hands down my favorite Klance fic I’ve ever read. It has Keith and Lance accidentally becoming friends (through a wild accident on Lance’s part) and progresses from there. Angst in the form of what I would say is miscommunication and mutual pining. If you read any off this list, definitely read this one. 

I Dont believe you by pheonixyfriend (rated T)// Completed

If you never stood a chance is my fave this is my second favorite. It deals some with Lance’s emotional insecurities over his place on the team, and Keith dealing with his realized feelings for Lance. It has everyone concerned for Lance and Lance refusing to accept some compliments. It is really good and the Klance is awesome in iot, even if there’s angst.

That which is accessible by constellationqueen (rated G)// Complete

Pretty much just Lance comforting Keith after everyone finds out that he’s Galra

I wish you were mine by Reader115 (rated T)// Complete

A university AU in which Keith befriends Lance through Hunk and Pidge and their relationship progresses from there. It has Lance helping Keith with some of the work he doesn’t understand and an ER visit. Jealous Lance closer to the middle and end, Keith is a personal trainer, and Lance swims. It’s definitely in my top five favorites.

Miraculous by Merridiangrimm (rated T)// Complete, but may be a series

Follows some aspects of the show The miraculous Ladybug with Keith as Ladybug and Lance as Chat Noir. Basically Keith pining over Lance, who he thinks hates him, Keith making friends with Chat Noir and vice versa. It even has Keith arguing that Chat is the best hero, while Lance is on Ladybugs side. The whole Voltron team carries Miraculous’. It’s nice.

Relentless by anonymouschupacabra (rated G)//Complete

A short fic about Keith drunkenly telling Lance he’s never been on a date and then Lance trying to convince Keith to let him take him on a date. It’s funny and not long so it’s good for a quick read.

got got got it bad by kairiolette (rated T)//Complete

Keith realizes his feelings for Lance, and goes through the five stages of grief because Lance doesn’t reciprocate his feelings and he knows that because near the beginning of the fic Lance admits it. The ending is really sweet and how hard Lance is trying. But don’t read if you don’t like heavy angst.

Closer by chloroophyll (rated T)// Complete

A rivals to friends to lovers fic where Keith realizes his feelings for Lance very early on and has to deal with Lance’s animosity towards him but they become friends or at least something less than rivals. Then goes into Lance’s realization of his own feelings. It even has suave Keith at one point which I appreciated. The ending is adorable and eek!

Miscommunications and failures (Multiple ratings) Is a series 

Super awesome. Lance and Keith have a one night stand, but Lance leaves early in the morning before Keith wakes up. There’s angst because of a miswritten phone call and the fact that later that day Hunk goes out to eat with Hunk and his friend who ends up being Keith. It ends happily and there are three installments so far, all that are really good. 

Sweet Like Candy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Valentines One Shot! ❤

A/N: Hey y'all! This was requested by a lovely anon for Valentine’s Day! Tbh I got hella excited while writing this and wanted to go a slightly different route with the smuts! ENJOY - Delilah ❤❤ 

Sweet Like Candy: After planning an entire day to spend with you (and confess his feelings towards you) Bucky’s plans are disrupted when Sam steals all of his clothes. 

Warning: Sex (M/F) Nudity. Humiliation. Teeny bit of angst if you squint.  

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Crossed Wires

Summary: A charity gala brings you and Neal closer together, but misunderstandings running both ways threaten to end something before it can even start.

Word Count: 5,561

            Your history with romance was… not stellar. Had you a little more musical talent, you might’ve been the next Taylor Swift. The best, and longest-lasting, relationship you’d had was with Dairy Queen. So it stood to reason that the best decision for you was to be single for a while… and your next date should be with someone nice, sensitive, and considerate.

            Nowhere on your list of ‘qualities to look for’ did you find ‘convicted conman,’ so, of course, that’s obviously exactly the kind of person you had to go and get a crush on.

            From the day you’d joined Peter’s team, it seemed like you had Neal’s attention. At first, you thought his level of interest in you was just that he was friendly, but you watched what he did with other people. The only person in the office who Neal gravitated towards as much as he did you was Peter (completely understandable; they were partners, and they had a long history). Diana assured you that Neal’s interest would fade once you weren’t a stranger to him, but that didn’t happen. If anything, he sought you out even more.

            You thought the two of you were pretty close. He brought you coffee, you brought him lunch; when one of you had a lot of work, the other pulled up a chair and stayed late; when your best friend had to be rushed to the emergency room for an appendectomy, Neal was the one you called, and he was also the one who took your hand and distracted you from the sterile smell and the bustle of doctors. You spent as much time with him as you did with your aforementioned best friend. He even introduced you to Mozzie.

            It was impossible for you not to realize that Neal was nice, sensitive, and considerate, but there were so many reasons why you shouldn’t be interested that you tried very hard not to be, and chalked up the butterflies when he hugged you to being lonely.


            El jokingly said that her husband kept bringing home strays, but it wasn’t too far from the truth. Like Neal, you didn’t have many ties in New York, and the Burkes took to you like ducks to water. Before you really knew what was happening, you had a standing dinner date with Neal, Peter, and El every week.

            You all sat around a square-shaped dining table. Elizabeth and Neal were sitting on adjacent sides, and they were discussing the qualities of a caterer for an event she was managing on the coming weekend. Regrettably, you did not have the credentials to be on this specialized catering consulting board, so you and Peter were carrying on a quiet, alternative conversation.

            “Well, I’ve never really been a baseball fan, but I can get into team spirit.” You smiled. Neither El nor Neal were sports buffs, and admittedly, neither were you; but you liked watching games, even if you weren’t entirely sure what was happening, and baseball was more fun than basketball or football to be a spectator of.

            “Oh, it’s amazing.” Peter beamed. “That’s what’s on my bucket list: seeing another game at Yankee Stadium.”

            At first, it had been strange to talk about these things with your coworkers, and especially with Peter, your boss. You’d been so eager to join the bureau that you wanted to be adult, professional, mature, and you thought that to have an adult working relationship, you needed to check the personal stuff at the door. Maybe that was true with some teams, but Peter, Neal, Diana, and Jones were all very friendly, and they welcomed your friendship and your company, even off the clock.

            “Maybe we should take him to the parking lot and let him listen,” Neal said to El pointedly, grinning across the table at Peter, who scowled reproachfully.

            Peter looked back to you, rolling his eyes. “He’s still pouting because we met a suspect at some boutique, but I wouldn’t let him go in.”

            “It’s like taking you to a game and making you listen from outside!” Neal argued.

            From opposite sides of the table, El caught your eyes. She mouthed the word boys and shook her head. You giggled, then hurried to cover your mouth when both men looked at you with raised eyebrows, asking what was so funny. You quickly got busy looking at your drink, which was suddenly very fascinating.

            The brunette saved you. “The charity hosting the gala has been so happy with the spreads I’ve made,” she said, smiling proudly. Her hair was still in its shape from her meetings; cute ringlets danced by her face, and a floral white headband peeked out from under the neat swell of her hair. “Their Head of PR says they’re going to book me for their annual fundraiser, and they said I can bring some pluses on Sunday.” She cocked her head. “I know Peter will be delighted to come,” she said cheerfully.

            Peter, at that point, had been looking concerned and a little worried. When she decreed that he would definitely be attending, he made a sarcastic oh, surprise expression at you very quickly and then turned a sweet smile to El before he was caught, leaning across the table to peck her lips. “Of course, hon.”

            She smirked, knowing full well that Peter was faking. “Y/N, Neal,” she continued, and Peter turned his triumphant, playful look of victory on you. You were sure he’d have preferred to direct it to Neal, but the conman would actually enjoy going to a gala, so it would’ve been pointless. “You both are more than welcome to come, too. I’d love to have you there.”

            You were good at telling people no. In fact, it was one of your favorite things to do; exercising your rights to disappoint people who annoyed you was something you took great pleasure in at university. No, I won’t give you the answers; no, I won’t cover for you with the RA. Saying no to Elizabeth, however, was something you sincerely doubted was even possible, and even if you could’ve, you didn’t really want to. After the appendicitis scare, your roommate from college had gone home to recover, and then decided to move back to her hometown. El was probably the closest female friend you had within five hundred miles, and you were a believer in paying it forward.

            “I’d love to!” Neal answered, looking tauntingly across the table at Peter. “Someone has to be able to make small talk.” Peter grimaced. He knew his flaws.

            “Me, too,” you promised warmly. “Thanks, El. You’re the best.”

            She settled back in her chair, radiating content and confident vibes. You suspected she was holding Peter’s hand under the table now, because he had a dumb, lovestruck smile on his face that he only ever got when Elizabeth was involved. It was really adorable.

            “Oh, it’s a black-tie event,” she added as an afterthought, on a more serious vein. “So wear something nice. Dress like you’re going on a very classy date.”

            “Hey, Neal, good news, you can just dress normally.” You snickered, tongue-in-cheek, while Neal looked down at himself and smoothed his suit jacket.

            “There’s nothing wrong with being well-prepared,” he responded mouthily. There was a quirk of amusement to his lips. “Looks are everything.” Peter scoffed; Neal amended, “Well, perception is everything, and looks influence impressions.”

            “Easy for you to say, Casanova,” Peter grumbled.

            El cooed and pet her husband’s shoulder. Neal put a hand over his heart and feigned innocence before laughing heartily when you nodded seriously, agreeing with Peter.


            Peter had long since added the direct route to his residence to the allowed locations on Neal’s tracker, but when taking taxis, especially in the greater Manhattan area, the most direct route wasn’t always the one that was taken, so on your dinner nights, Peter didn’t tell the Marshals to lock down on the radius until after you assured him Neal was already back within his. It wasn’t fair to sound the alarms on Neal when he was legitimately going home, just screwed over by the public transportation system.

            “Did you have any plans before El commandeered your afternoon?” You asked Neal jokingly. El was sometimes a steamroller in dictating who was going to be where – you were going to have lunch with her, Peter was going to walk the dog, Neal will be consulting at her office – but truthfully, you all knew she’d back down gracefully if you had other obligations, and she did it with the best intentions, so you were always happy to comply.

            “She saved me from a long evening of Chinese indie films on government corruption,” Neal replied, looking uncomfortable just at the thought.

            “Mozzie?” You guessed.

            “Uh-huh.”

            The cab pulled up along the sidewalk outside of June’s manor. Neal unclipped his seatbelt while you leaned forward to tell the driver your own address, paying a glance to the meter. A hand touching yours made you turn back around.

            “Y/N,” Neal said slowly, picking up your hand and holding it over your thigh. He turned as much as he could in the seat to face you. “I really enjoy having your company.” You smiled, feeling heat rise to your face, as it always did when Neal complimented you. “Would it be alright to ask you to be my black-tie date?”

            You smiled and squeezed his hand. “Sure,” you said, mentally questioning where all that confidence from earlier had gone. “I’d be delighted.”

            His face lit up, his blue eyes bright and excited, his expression happy and relieved. “Until then, mademoiselle.”

            You laughed. You were going to see him at work way before the gala. Drawing on your limited high school French, you responded dramatically in kind. “Jusqu’à, monsieur.

            Neal lifted your hand and pulled your arm across the small space in the taxi. Holding your hand up, he pressed his lips to your knuckles. He was certainly a charmer.

            He got out of the taxi with a spring in his step. You shook your head, charmed and rosy-faced. Neal certainly knew how to make a girl feel flattered. The driver waited until Neal had started up the walkway towards June’s porch, then pulled the car away from the sidewalk in the next available traffic gap.

            “Sounds like you’ve got yourself a keeper,” he commented with a slight smile, glancing at you in the rearview mirror. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

            You looked down to your shoes in the footwell. There was no point in explaining the context to a stranger. What did it matter if your taxi driver thought you were dating Neal, the most romantic person you’d ever met? The date was just for the occasion. You had no trouble being on his arm, but at the end of the night, you knew you and Neal were just good friends.

            Besides, you’d seen him make out with suspects just to distract them. In comparison, being a little touchy or cute with friends was no shocker. He flirted like he breathed. A respectful proposition and a kiss to your hand translated to an invitation, and that was it.

            Still… Neal was special. You’d have to be blind not to see it. You covered the back of your right hand, still feeling the press of his warm lips. “You have no idea,” you told the driver wistfully, staring back out the window and watching as the city slowly passed.


            The gala was a hit. You knew it would be, with El in charge, but still, you were happy for her. Peter was practically blowing pride out of his ears when she was approached in person by the highest-ranking rung of the food chain to be specifically thanked and congratulated.

            You had fun being Neal’s date. It was unlike any date you’d ever been on before (but then, the date was more for show than for a date, so you weren’t surprised). Neal looked right at home, chatting up anyone who he thought should be talked to, and it helped him look credible and elite to have a woman there with him. A few times you knew that they talked about you, but you didn’t mind too much; even if you were being used for objectification, you sincerely doubted Neal was the one to instigate such a conversation, and either way, you got to glow happily as you casually mentioned that your date was the hottest man in the room. The wives, girlfriends, and sisters of the older men all told you how lucky you were.

            Neal made sure you were never lonely, but he flitted around like a butterfly. Sometimes he escorted you with him to keep you from feeling left out. You appreciated the sentiment, but you’d have preferred being a wallflower to being carted around. You felt like a trophy girl with the way a few of the others talked about you. Neal was careful not to spend too much time with those, but the fact was that this gala was for the one percent of Manhattan, and you were very obviously middle-class. El had to dress up and look the part to be respected by the people that hired her, Peter was a man and so he was excluded from the blatant sexism, and while Neal was also male, he had the nice suits from June’s late husband, anyway.

            Overall, though, you enjoyed yourself. When you started to feel like you were looking pathetically alone, you went and politely joined one of the Burkes. Neal never left you alone for too long, and he was very attuned to your mood, holding your hand when you were bothered by something and wrapping his arm around you when you started to get a little bored. There may not have been much for you to actually do, but having Neal’s attention made up for it.

            Neal walked you towards your apartment afterwards. Manhattan was usually a little cool at nights, but luckily, you’d had the foresight to bring a long-sleeved shrug. You pulled it on while walking side by side with your date.

            “Thanks for not letting me make a fool of myself,” you sighed, holding a hand to your mouth as you yawned.

            Neal chuckled, smiling. “I would never,” he promised, turning around at the door of your building. You stood facing each other beside the entry, and Neal reached for your hands. He stroked his thumbs over your knuckles and you felt your face flush. “Thank you for coming with me. I mean it, Y/N.”

            “Well…” Kiss me, you thought, actively trying to keep your eyes on his. Part of you wanted to step up closer to him and lean up to touch your lips; the other part wanted him to go sooner rather than later, preferably before you gave in and made yourself look clingy or stupid. “We’ve been shot at together. A gala seemed less hazardous in comparison.”

            He nodded. “True… true.” Neal’s eyes seemed to soften as he looked at you. His gaze left your eyes. You could’ve sworn he looked to your mouth for a second before he met your stare again.

            He had been a perfect gentleman to you all night, and you knew that that wouldn’t change… but you couldn’t promise yourself that you wouldn’t do something to jeopardize your relationship. You couldn’t just pretend you didn’t feel anything anymore. You knew for a fact you wanted to kiss him. You liked introducing him as yours. You felt good about being called his.

            You needed to get away before you would do something that crossed boundaries.

            Leaning back and pulling your hands out of his, you announced briskly, “I’m beat, and we both have to be at the office in the morning.”

            You thought he seemed shocked. His hands fell down to his sides and he quickly clasped them together in front of him. Neal’s eyes followed you, quizzical, a little confused. “Yeah,” he agreed, understanding what you were saying. “Of course. I’ll bring you coffee.”

            “Don’t worry about it,” you said quickly, smiling nervously and shaking your head so rapidly that your hair bounced. “It’s okay.” You didn’t want the artist to go buying you coffee. The last thing you needed was for him to do something nice; you were already in enough trouble as it was. You had to stay away until you could get your head around the situation. “I’ll just, um… be safe.”

            “You, too,” he said, frowning slightly, definitely more confused than serene.

            You practically fled into your apartment building.


            In the next few days, things felt like they were coming apart. You started to resent the butterflies you felt whenever you saw Neal. You wished you’d never agreed to go to the gala. You especially wished Neal had never phrased it as though he was asking you out when you both knew it was just for the event.

            Things were fractured, and you didn’t know if they could be fixed. Neal didn’t bring you coffee. You didn’t bring him lunch. You left the office even though you knew he was still working, and when you hadn’t been as productive as you’d liked, you took your things home with you just to avoid him, in case he pulled up his chair. You kept your head down in the conference room on the off chance that Neal would speak to you, scared that someone might assign the two of you to work together.

            Even your teammates were beginning to notice. Peter pulled you aside after a debriefing.

            “Hey, Y/N,” he said in concern, sitting on the end of the table. “Did Neal-“ he started to say, but then decided against it. In place of asking about the conman in particular, he queried with forced nonchalance, “Is everything okay?”

            “Of course,” you said, crossing your arms. “Why do you ask?”

            “Just… checking in,” he lied transparently.

            It occurred to you while you were struggling to fall asleep that maybe ignoring the problem – and Neal, by extension – was doing more harm than good. You had done this to preserve your friendship, and now you were watching it rapidly deteriorate. It was your fault that it was happening. Neal hadn’t done anything wrong, but you were punishing him for your own emotions. Doing your best to get out of interacting with him didn’t make the butterflies or the affection go away. It just made you feel bad on top of that, and so your wishes of a hand to hold or a partner to commiserate with were laced with guilt. In addition to pushing away a crush that crept up on you, you were pushing away a close friend.

            Not to mention that your behavior was hurting other people, not just yourself. Your weekly dinner at Chez Burke was an awkward catastrophe, what with Peter obviously trying to reconcile something he didn’t understand and El on the opposite side of the war, trying to keep you from having to interact when you clearly didn’t want to. Neal didn’t try to engage with you personally, but you caught him looking a little downcast several times, and it made your heartstrings twist. His cheer was contagious. It appeared that so was his sadness.

            Finally, you decided that you needed to get over yourself. You couldn’t pretend Neal didn’t exist anymore. It wasn’t fair to anyone, and it wasn’t helping at all.

            Your doorbell rang as you were getting ready for work on Thursday morning, almost two weeks after the Incident. (You used to refer to it as the Almost-Kiss-Incident but then told yourself firmly that there was not to be kissing of any kind, not even the ‘almost’ variety.)

            When you pulled open the door, you half-expected Diana or El, but instead saw a complete stranger in a blue mail uniform. He had a clipboard. “Miss Y/N Y/L/N?” He checked, looking up and scrutinizing your face.

            You glanced down at your outfit. You had on your pants and shirt, but your sleeves were unbuttoned and your shoes were off. Your hair, damp and stringy, was dripping water on your shoulders every so often. “Yeah. Hi.”

            He handed the clipboard over to you. “Sign at the X,” he instructed. “Got some stuff for you.”

            Although bewildered, you didn’t see the harm. You hadn’t ordered anything, so mostly you were curious what you could be getting. You made your signature quickly, leaving it a little messy and only somewhat legible, and then passed it back.

            The man moved to the side and pulled a cart after him. It looked like he was doing his deliveries to several people within the building, which explained why you had never seen him before. You picked your mail up from the post office, so you’d never had to have it delivered to your door.

            First, he handed you a plain white cardboard box. From the looks of it, you expected for it to be light. Once you took it, your eyes widened. It wasn’t heavy, but it weighed more than you expected. The Greatest Cake logo was on the top. Chewing on your lip, you stepped out of the way to set it on your table, then went back to the door.

            The guy was already waiting, looking bored and impatient. He pushed a bouquet of flowers at you. “Take ‘em,” he commanded, wrinkling his nose. “Last thing I need is my wife freaking out that I smell like a perfumery.”

            “Yes, sir,” you agreed dryly, deciding not to comment on how his job was probably to hand people their deliveries politely, not with rude shoving and comments about his personal life.

            He left, leaving you to kick your door closed and survey the flowers. They were gorgeous. Instead of the usual cliched roses, your bouquet was made of pink and purple flowers, and to make up for that the flowers themselves didn’t click perfectly, they were cushioned and accessorized with thick strands of leafy ivy. You knew the purples were hyacinths, but didn’t recognize the pinks.

            Ivy… Ivy meant friendship, you knew, and when you couldn’t find a card, you bit the inside of your cheek. Maybe the ivy was the message, if you were supposed to know who they were from without a card. What about the others?

            A quick Google reverse image search on your phone found that the pinks were camellias, and according to a Victorian website, those meant romantic longing. The hyacinths were supposed to represent apology and sorrow.

            You put the flowers in water, moving as if weighted down with lead. You knew exactly who they’d come from. The only person you knew who would pair flowers together based on language rather than appearance was Neal. Incidentally, he was also the only person you knew who was the proprietor of any Manhattan bakery. When you opened the box from The Greatest Cake, you uncovered a set of cupcakes frosted in your favorite colors. You moved it into the fridge.

            The sorrow and the friendship, you understood. You’d been seriously neglecting your bond with Neal in the process of trying to starve out your unwanted crush. You just had to wonder if the pink camellias were thrown in for the appearance, or if their meaning was consequential.

            While you finished preparing for work, you wondered how you were supposed to fix what you had broken without having to explain why you’d broken it. In the end, you took the cupcakes out of the fridge and took them with you.


            Thankfully, Peter and Neal were out in the field by the time you arrived (late) for work, but no one else said anything to you about your timing. They didn’t arrive back until the office was starting to empty out, and although Peter glanced at you sympathetically, neither of them said anything while they were walking up to Peter’s office.

            You stretched your limbs with a walk to the kitchenette, where you prepared two cups of coffee. By the time you had returned to the bullpen, Neal was at his desk, Peter’s office light was off, and you were practically the only ones left in the division.

            You wordlessly carried the coffees to Neal’s desk, then turned back to yours. The sound of pen moving over paper ceased, so you knew you had his attention. Trying not to feel his eyes on your back, you bent over to take the box of cupcakes out of your drawer, piled on some of your own paperwork, and carried everything in your arms to his desk.

            “So,” you started to break the silence, propping the box open and going to claim the nearest chair. You dragged it up to the side of the desk and sat down, smiling apologetically at Neal. “I figured you’d want executive tax.”

            You gave the box of cupcakes a nudge in his direction.

            Neal started to slowly grin, dropping his hands to his lap. His teeth pulled on his lower lip when he looked at you, and you both started to laugh.


            The next week passed by quickly. Time was much more enjoyable when you were actually talking with your friends. Dinner at Casa de Burke was pleasant, you had three lunches with Neal, and you’d stayed late together twice. Although you were still a little frustrated that you wanted to kiss his cheek goodbye, you were mostly just glad that your friendship pulled through your internal crisis.

            It was after that that things started to get a little odd again. Neal had always been the kind of friend that did thoughtful things on occasion, but they’d never been this… cute, for lack of a better word, and you weren’t sure how to respond to their increasing frequency.

            A small army of origami cranes on your desk one morning.

            The Greatest Cake delivered more cupcakes to your apartment. You were beginning to wonder if the chefs questioned why their special orders kept getting delivered to the same address.

            A small bouquet of ivy, this time with white flowers mixed in with the leaves. You blushed and pretended not to know what it meant. (Affection.) Your building’s delivery man had convinced himself that your ex was trying to win you back.

            You found a jewelry set that you certainly hadn’t bought yourself in your bag after work one day. You knew exactly who’d planted it there. Although you had never had a problem with wearing the fedora Neal jokingly gave you on your birthday, or the bracelet with your name on it that he’d given you for helping him through a cold, you hesitated to don any of these. They looked more expensive than something you’d buy for yourself, and combined with everything else you were receiving, you were starting to feel uncomfortable with how much money Neal was spending on you. Though you didn’t want to send the wrong message by not wearing them (you knew he’d notice), you decided that there was a line, and hopefully he’d realize he’d crossed it, however unintentionally.

            It wasn’t just that things were being given to you, however. Neal was acting a little differently. He held doors for you, he offered you his hand more often. He made a point of sitting beside you in the conference room. He locked eyes with you when he poured you your wine to go with El’s lovely cuisine. Neal complimented you at least once daily, sometimes on how he thought you were beautiful but more typically on your intelligence or your ideas.

            He was just being so nice. Diana was starting to rib on him for it. You were worried he still felt like he was the one at fault for you ignoring him for so long, so you decided to go talk to him about it, as delicately as you could, one night when you’d been left alone to catch up on work. Neal had just gotten back with refills of coffee when you shored up your courage.

            “Neal?” You said his name evenly. It came out more confident than you felt. He moved a coffee cup in front of you and sat back down, smiling curiously over the desk. “I’m sorry about – about everything. You can stop all of this now.” You gestured to the coffee. It was the second one he’d gotten you in an hour.

            He canted his head. You tried to stay focused on how important it was that you handled this conversation in the right way, rather than on how his attention made you certain you were going to fumble over your words.

            “You don’t have to apologize for anything, Y/N.” Neal exhaled, long and slow, and looked down at his hands as he held them on the table. When he dragged them off and into his lap, his expression had turned wry. “I didn’t know what I did. I thought if I made it up to you…”

            “You didn’t do anything wrong,” you promised, now a little bemused yourself. You thought it had been obvious that nothing needed to be made up. You’d started ignoring him because he was too good. You were the one who’d just started distancing themselves with no explanation. “That was all on me, okay? So everything else, it can stop now.”

            Neal looked at you closely. You couldn’t see his hands anymore, but you thought you could see his arms tensing through his sleeves. “If that’s what you want.”

            It sounded like he was relenting, but that didn’t make any sense. If he wanted you not to be mad, he was getting what he wanted. “What did you think you’d done?” You asked, just out of curiosity. You wanted to set some things straight, understand what was happening.

            He shrugged, looking away from you. “I don’t know. I thought our date had gone well, but then you wouldn’t have anything to do with me. I thought I must’ve done something to upset you. I’ve been trying to show you I didn’t mean to. If I knew what it was, I wouldn’t do it again.”

            Oh… Things started to, impossibly, come together. The romantic gestures, the pink camellias… “Date?” You repeated skeptically. “You mean, El’s gala was a real date?”

            “What did you think it was?” He returned, his eyes flashing with something like poorly concealed hurt.

            Because you knew him, and you were familiar with his skills, you knew the only reason you could see he was upset was because he was letting you. You appreciated that more than you could say. It made you feel less vulnerable to know you weren’t the only one having emotional reactions. It made you feel better about talking when you could understand how he was really reacting.

            “A gala,” you replied. “I mean, you heard El. It was a black-tie event. And then when we got there, all the snobs in New York had congregated to brag about their businesses and their wives and girlfriends. I thought you were using me to play up a role and fit in.” Before he could say anything, you realized how that sounded. You threw your hands up as he opened his mouth to object, shocked by the accusation. “Not that I minded!” You hurriedly promised. “I was happy to go. I knew it would help El, and I knew you would never treat me that way.”

            Neal lifted his hands to cover his face and leaned over his desk, elbows on the table. You fidgeted in your seat, realizing that you had gotten something seriously wrong. Normally you’d have been delighted, if a little apprehensive, but now, knowing how badly you’d screwed it up – you hadn’t just started avoiding him, you’d led him to think he was being rejected in the coldest way possible. You were surprised he’d even bothered talking to you again.

            “I’m so sorry,” you mumbled, looking down at your lap. “I got freaked out by how much I liked being there with you. I thought if I stopped spending so much time with you, I’d get over it and I wouldn’t do something dumb.”

            The laughter that came from him made you look up suddenly. You had been sitting with your head down, expecting to be told to go away, or scolded, or something else that would’ve been out of character for Neal but simultaneously hurtful and understandable to you. He lifted his head and dropped his hands, then reached towards you, settling a hand warmly on your knee.

            “I suppose we both had some crossed wires,” he chuckled mirthfully, rubbing your leg. “Would it be alright with you if we tried again?”

            Without thinking about it, you covered his hand with your own, holding his palm against your leg. “I’d like it if we did.”

            “Great.” He kept his hand on you, just where you wanted it, and leaned over the table, his lips pulled into a charismatic and unfairly kissable smirk. “Would you do me the honor of going on a date with me? And, for the sake of clarity, I do mean a date-date.”

            Giggling, you leaned in, too, matching his challenge with a smirk of your own. “If you think you can stay interested in a fed, I’d be privileged.”

            “Staying interested won’t be a problem,” Neal swore, his eyes mischievously sparkling.


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drowsy

◦ pairing: reader x taehyung

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 2.1k

◦ a/n: This is the result of my post-concert depression and there will probably be more of these before I go back to my requests because I’m in too much pain to think about anything or anyone else at the moment. (!teeny tiny bit of angst at the end!)

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He lit up when you walked out of the bathroom, flashing you the cheekiest smile. His pink lips pressed together and turned upwards, his eyes heavy as he fought the sleep that blanketed itself around him comfortably. You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction to you. His eyebrows rose with excitement as you shook your damp hair out, raking through it with your fingers before walking towards the edge of the bed where he sat now.

“The show was amazing tonight.” You said it quietly, as though he were already drifting off and you had to whisper so as to not wake him up.

“I liked the rainbow ocean,” Tae spoke gently, thinking fondly back to the night’s concert. He was bright again; sleep could hardly touch him. “Our Rainbow ARMYs do so much for us,” he smiled to himself. The show was indeed flawless, but then again, everything he ever did was flawless in your eyes. He blinked slowly, his eyes dragging with fatigue. You wanted so badly to just wrap him in a blanket and rock him to bed. It wouldn’t take much. You had been jumping and screaming throughout the night and you were ready to fall asleep standing up. Then, there was Tae. He had been the one doing the actual performing and singing and he was steadily fighting off sleep like a champion.

“Come,” Taehyung patted his thighs with another drowsy smile, leaning back against the headboard. The loose black t-shirt that fell around his body bore too much of his neck and chest for you too resist. You smiled and gently climbed on top of him, straddling him. You rested your arms on his shoulders, idly fingering the hem of his neckline. He looked at you for a while, simply staring in silence as he took in your features. Your skin was fresh, your hair falling around your face neatly, water still dripping from your strands. You smelled like grapefruit, which always made him scrunch up his nose, adjusting to the tart scent. He looked cute when he did that.

Tae slipped his hands beneath your shirt, his hands cold against your freshly showered, warm skin. You inhaled sharply at the contact, your fingers instinctively scratching at his shoulders. “Tae…” you breathed. Your stomach tightened at the thought of where this was going.

“Please?” He said, leaning forward. His grey knit beanie brushed against your neck softly as he lifted his hands, letting the air brush across your skin as he ran his tongue up your cleavage. Your head fell back weakly.

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How Would You Feel? -Ed Sheeran

REQUEST: Anon: Hon, I’m all out of Fred Weasley fanfic, not sure if you write them but if you do one based on Ed Sheeran’s How Would You Feel? Maybe reader is spending the summer at the Burrow with the Weasleys?

PAIRING: Fred Weasley x reader

WARNINGS: Little, tiny, itsy bitsy, teeny weeny bit of angst, maybe, sorta hinted at smut? Idk. Tell me if I missed anything.

A/N: This is such a great request! I’ve never done a lyric based fanfic so I hope this is at least kinda close to what you were asking for. I, personally, am super proud of this one. I hope it’s not too long. Thanks for reading! <3 (oh and I’m on mobile so it won’t italicize so sorry about that)

A/N2: Characters and pretty much everything else do not belong to me. Please inform me of any typos or just ways I can improve. Also, plEASE REQUEST THINGS I LOVE REQUESTS AND WILL ACCEPT ANY AND ALL OF THEM.

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The Burrow was bustling with redheads and company as the weather outside remained dreary. The Weasleys always had company. No matter the size of their home nor paycheck there was always room for one more.

You were currently sinking into the seemingly never-ending armchair by the fireside, enthralled in the flames and your own thoughts. The twins were busying themselves with different plans and formulas across the room, and the rest of the Weasleys were wandering in and out of each room. You didn’t truly know anybody very well in the Burrow, but when Mrs. Weasley caught wind of a student without a home for the summer, well, she practically packed your things for you.

“Hey,” One of the twins snuck up behind you, you couldn’t quite tell them apart yet but you thought it was Fred, smiling widely at how surprised you seemed to be that someone would speak to you.

“You are the one girl
And you know that it’s true
I’m feeling younger
Every time that I’m alone with you”

You were flustered, you’d heard of the infamous Weasley twins but had never thought they would bother talking to you. Your fear must’ve shown because, “don’t worry, I don’t bite,” Fred paused, “most of the time.” He winked and your lips formed a small smile.

“Though, he does tend to pry,” George called from across the room. You almost thought you saw Fred blush from the corner of your eye.

“And tease,” Ginny said as she walked in and out as quickly as she came.

“And scare the living hell out of you,” Ron did the same.

“Really? My own family, how could you?” Fred paused, holding his heart dramatically, “how could you forget prank?” You laughed, and continued to do so with Fred and George until you were called for dinner.

Though Molly Weasley was possibly the best hostess one could have, you’d been worried how you’d get on with the others. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

You spent the majority of the next few weeks with Fred and George, though mostly Fred. You hadn’t had this much fun since you could remember. You could’ve mutually said you’d become best friends in these few weeks.

“We were sitting in a parked car
Stealing kisses in the front yard
We got questions we should not ask”

One night at the dinner table Mrs. Weasley began commenting on the amount of time the two of you had been. Your face heated up as Ron began hinting that more was happening than all you’d been telling them. You glanced up at Fred and, shockingly, he seemed just as embarrassed as you.

You had to admit to yourself, if no one else, you did have more feelings for the tall joker than you let on.

After cleaning up dinner, Ron’s conversation continued with some of his siblings, but in more detail, for lack of a better word.

“Sorry,” Fred mouthed to you, you’d never seen him so embarrassed. You laughed and shrugged in response. The two continued listening, amused,though also because you thought they might assume things if they noticed you two leaving together.

All eyes were now on Ron and it was your chance to leave. Fred gestured to the kitchen door and you followed him out.

“Sorry about Ron, this is the only time he’s been around an non-ginger girl, other than Granger, since… Well, I don’t think he’s really been around a lot of girls. He’s just trying to impress you,” he chuckled as he began making the two of you hot cocoa.

“Impress me? Why the hell would he want to do that?” You asked, genuinely surprised.

“Well why the hell not? You’re practically perfect,” he said it so casually you almost spat out your hot chocolate.

“In the summer, as the lilacs bloom
Love flows deeper than the river
Every moment that I spend with you
We were sat upon our best friend’s roof
I had both of my arms round you
Watching the sunrise replace the moon”

“Hey, Y/N, I have something I wanna show you tonight, if you’re up for it,” Fred asked you as you walked into the kitchen for breakfast. Ron had begun laughing, what brains he had left out, at this statement (you’d become quite annoyed with his ongoing theories).

“What is it?” You asked cautiously, ignoring the giggling Ron.

“Well you’ll have to find out, won’t you,” he smirked. Still cautious, you agreed and waited anxiously until the set time.

You were waiting by the front door when Fred came running down the stairs, grabbed your hand, and continued on. His backpack grasping onto his shoulder, he dragged you to the broom shed, you both picking a considerably large amount of daisies along the way, and took both of your brooms. Through the fooling around and poking fun of each other, somehow, you’d made it up onto the roof of the Burrow.

“Well, this is our stop,” he said, looking up.

You hadn’t noticed how beautiful the stars were until now. Each star sparkled with a different light from the others. It was marvelous. When you looked back over at Fred he’d been staring at you but quickly looked away. You must’ve gotten something in your hair on the way here, you thought.

Fred began unpacking his bag. Four jumpers, sweets, a blanket, a sleeping bag, sweets, a thermos (presumably hot cocoa), water, more sweets, and a camera. He was always prepared. You laughed at the amount of sweets he’d brought, he looked at you like he was unaware one wouldn’t bring three bags of sweets on a trip to their rooftop.

The two of you sat down on the cold roof and starred up at the stars in peaceful silence. You looked over at him and he seemed just as entranced as you were, the wonder in his face made him even more handsome and fascinating than before.

When you both started talking it didn’t seem like you could stop. He asked the questions he’d been dying to ask for the month and a bit you’d been there. You found he was a man of more depth than he let on. His eyes would light up when talked about things he was particularly passionate about and would scowl when he heard of someone being rude to you, saying they’d “regret it later.” You made a daisy chain for each of your heads, he wasn’t very enthusiastic about it but he wore it anyways, and you both took more pictures than you could count. It was, quite possibly, the best night of your life up to this point.

After several hours of talking and laughing, you’d moved back to mostly to watching the sky, exchanging words and thoughts every once in a while, whilst each wearing three jumpers and sharing both the sleeping bag and blanket. You were having a competition of who could find the most constellations and shooting stars for the last bit of cocoa, you were winning.

“Oh I see one! Another point for me!” You bragged and he begrudgingly scraped another tally under your initial on the roof with a rock you’d found under your back.

“I don’t even think you’re seeing them anymore, you just want to win!” He accused you playfully.

“You’re just mad because I’m up by ten points.”

“Of course I’m mad; I’m down by ten points!”

“It’s not my fault I took astrology!” He rolled his eyes and looked back up. You both fell asleep soon after you won the cocoa.

You were startled awake by an excited Fred, who laughed at your scared reaction. You simply rolled your eyes at him.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that right?“ you stated, he just rolled his and pointed out at the sky impatiently.

You were in awe. It was just as beautiful as the night before but in a completely different way. The sun was climbing up over the treetops, shedding an orange light on anything in it’s path. You knew Fred was looking at you but you just smiled and continued watching; this was too wonderful to miss.

"How would you feel, if I told you I loved you?
It’s just something that I want to do
I’ll be taking my time, spending my life
Falling deeper in love with you
So tell me that you love me too”

Ron was on a roll again; telling his many “stories” about the two of you to his siblings. You had to step out to the front yard to cool down from all the blushing.

You stepped further out into the night, staring up at the stars. You were thinking about, to be completely honest, Fred. Possible love was always a difficult subject to, even temporarily, erase from ones mind. For Merlin’s sake, you’d only known him for two months, though you were leaving for hogwarts soon so this may have been your best chance. You were mental, but he often seemed to be equally so.

“There you are, Y/N, ‘was wondering where you’d gone,” Fred stated walking towards you from behind, making you jump. “Sorry about Ron, by the way, he can be a complete g–”

As he reached you, you turned, with a great jolt of courage and spontaneity, placing your hands on his neck, you brought his lips down onto yours.
You were genuinely shocked when he kissed back. He moved his hands to your waist and held you close, deepening the kiss. You broke the kiss for air, earning a groan from Fred. All you could do was laugh, and the best part was; he laughed with you. You’d done it. Still holding each other, he placed a small kiss on your nose, you giggled. He kissed you again.

“How would you feel, if I told you I loved you?” He asked between kisses as he tried holding you impossibly closer.

“Ecstatic.”

“Well then; I love you,” he smiled his adorably childish smile as you kissed just bellow his lips.

“Well, I love you too.”

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A/N: pretty sure this is the fastest I’ve ever written a decent fanfic so yippee! Thanks to all you babes who read this! :>

Tide Pool

Merman!Jimin x Reader

15.6K of Fluff, Smut, and a teeny bit of angst if you tilt your head to the right.

Warnings: Fingers going places and Mentions of/ attempt of murder.

Thank you Darlings who helped me through this rough writing process! Enjoy!

Originally posted by daenso

Music floated throughout the air around the sand and water.  The wall of beautiful blue water barrels towards the shore, slowly collapsing into itself. The sun laid high in the sky, warming the skin of those it touched. “Surfers, please get ready for the next heat!” Resounded through the speakers.

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10 Seconds {Soulmate! Ten}
  • Pairing: Ten X Reader
  • Genre: Teeny tiny bit of angst?; fluff; Soulmate! AU; bulleted scenario
  • Word Count: 1606
  • Summary: You had four years to find your soulmate, but now time is running out.

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Room(soul)mates - Part 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Brief mentions of an abusive ex, brief mentions of a cheating ex, tinsy bit of angst (like teeny tiny), language

Summary: Bucky doesn’t really believe in soulmates. But when Steve tricks him into becoming your roommate, it sends things down a path he never thought he’d go down.

A/N: Part 3! I’ve written so much already (most of which is in my drafts waiting to be posted ;)) and I’m so happy with this series. This soulmate AU is a little different, but it’ll be explained eventually. Um, yeah. Enjoy! 

I don’t bite!!

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 (coming soon)

Originally posted by seabasschino

When you wake up, the soft colours of the sunset are filtering in through your windows and Bucky’s sitting against the wall, playing the guitar.

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Jeonghan: Would You Be So Kind?

@monghao asked: Hi could I request a Soulmates AU with Jeonghan please? Thank you!

Summary: love jeonghan…. love dodie and her songs…. jeonghan soulmate au based off of dodie’s song would you be so kind

-Admin Princess


I have a question, it might seem strange. How are your lungs? Are they in pain?

“Are you coming with me or not?”

Your cheeks are still wet and your hair is a mess. You let out a shaky breath, watching the red in your face worsen as you choke back tears.

“Yeah, of course.” You let out, your mouth working completely out of sync with your brain.

“Are you sure? You look a little rough.”

You scowl, a watery-eyed scowl that probably looks incredibly ridiculous on your face. “You’re one to talk.” You say.

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sarah’s ultimate fic rec (1/?)

this is only part one because i read too much. i’m making this bc i rly needed a place to organize everything (my ao3 bookmarks are a nightmare yikes), so here! have this! it’s categorized by ship, so it should be easy to navigate your way around.

this one only includes the following ships: yoonmin, yoonkook, vmin, taekook & taegi. i tried to limit myself to 10/20ish fics per ship bc i didn’t want it to get too long, so i’ll add the rest later on & i’ll also include other ships in the next post!

total: 20 yoonmin fics, 23 yoonkook fics, 15 vmin fics, 11 taekook fics, 8 taegi fics (77 fics overall).

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Loki x BFF!Reader

Word Count: 23k

Summary: Bucky has your heart, but he seems to despise you. Loki comes up with a plan to make him realize just what he’s missing.

Warnings: Teeny, tiny angst. It’s mostly a fluff fest.


Part 1  .  Part 2  .  Part 3  .  Part 4  .  Part 5  .  Part 6  .  Part 7  .  Part 8  .  Part 9  .  Part 10  .  Part 11  .  Part 12

Part 13  .  Part 14  .  Part 15  .  Part 16  .  Part 17  .  Part 18  .  Part 19  .  Part 20  .  Part 21  .  Part 22  .  Part 23

Part 24  .  Part 25  .  Epilogue


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Alternate Scenarios (de-aged Reader x Bucky)


Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Loki x BFF!Reader

Word Count: 9k

Summary: Toddler Reader terrorizes poor Bucky.

Warnings: Same as above.


A Kid in Y/N’s Clothes  .  Bed Time for Shortie  .  Have Teeth, Will Bite  .  Beware of Munchkin  .  Cici and Jimmy has the Sex  .  To Boldly Go where No Doll has Gone Before  .   A Monkey Called Steeb  .   Kiss of Death  .  Grampa Buckbeard  .  The Gummy Bear Road so Far

In the Bookstore pt. 2

Anonymous asked: Hi, I hope it’s not to late but I just came across ‘In the bookstore’ and it was really cute. Until now I haven’t found a lot about Loki so would you please write a second part of it? :)

Here you go! I do not own any of the Avengers or Loki. They belong to Marvel. 

Part 1

Warnings: Teeny bit of angst, Fluff

Pairings: Loki x fem!reader, the Avengers

Originally posted by lokitty

Loki started meeting you at the bookstore every week after that when he wasn’t away on missions with the Avengers. He really enjoyed his time with you and getting to know you. There was just one problem. He wanted more. He wanted to be able to be with you whenever he wanted. He wanted the freedom to court you properly if you agreed. Loki decided to talk to the team about it.

               "No,“ Tony said the moment the words were out of Loki’s mouth. Loki frowned. “Give him a chance to talk, Tony,” Steve admonished and Loki gave him a grateful look. Steve and Thor had been the ones to come to Loki’s defense whenever necessary. They truly believed that Loki had changed and that his time with you had helped with that.

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Just Fine

Originally posted by sisisworld

Warren Peace x Reader

Just Fine

Prompt: This is it. This is the blog I have been waiting for. Where all of the fics for my favorite characters reside. I LOVE It. Also, can I get a Warren Peace fic for the Color soulmate AU?

Note: Lowkey really hype to write these omg. I was in love with Warren for my entire childhood.

Warnings: Teeny bit of angst and then a ton of fluff.

Word Count: 782

The unexpected discovery of your superpowers led to a visit from a stranger which in turn led to transfer papers and a new school. It didn’t even really hit you until you got onto the bus (which had seatbelts?) and flew to your new high school in the sky for you to realize that this was actually real. Although, the whole time, you were just waiting to wake up from this weird dream.

According to Coach Boomer, your powers of defense were good enough to get you into the hero class, which you had heard didn’t really mean much around here anymore. Sky High was certainly something.

You’d gotten a warm welcome from a girl named Layla who could control plants. She was determined to help you make friends if it was the last thing you did. And sure, it was nice, but you were introverted, to say the least.

She started out slow, introducing you to her boyfriend Will and her best friend Magenta. It wasn’t until about a week later that she introduced you to the rest of the gang. You stared at your fingernails. You had painted them a color called “pink”, but in a world of black and white, they just appeared light gray.

“Where’s Warren?” Will glanced around the cafeteria to look for his friend. “Oh, there he is.”

You looked up, and when you did, your eyes met a pair of eyes you could only assume belonged to Warren. The world exploded into color. You gasped, causing the others to look at you. Then they looked at Warren, who was just as shocked. He couldn’t move. He was frozen in place. He felt like he was choking. Like he was dying. What was this feeling?

“Are you- did they just-” Will looked back and forth a few times. “Oh my God.”

“(Y/N)?” Layla waved a hand in front of your face, trying to snap you out of it. You blinked a few times and finally broke his gaze. His eyebrows scrunched together before he stormed out of the cafeteria.

“Where is he going?”

“Warren! Warren wait!” Layla ran off after him. You wanted to disappear. Given that one of your powers was invisibility, that was an easy fix.

“Great.” Magenta sighed while you were still in earshot. “Just great.”

***

Warren was sitting out in the courtyard after school. You were invisible, but standing in front of him. He was playing with a flame on the tip of his fingertip, watching the little orange flicker dance. He could see colors now, but he had blown it. Just like everything else, he had pushed you away and now he might never be happy.

“Warren?” you asked quietly. He looked up cautiously, eyes narrowing at the empty space in front of him. “I’m sorry if I’m not what you wanted. I just wanted you to know that-”

“Wait, (Y/N)?” he asked. You slowly revealed yourself. “I am so sorry about earlier. I totally freaked. It’s my fault.”

You took a few steps closer. He reached out for your hand, and you gave it to him. He gripped it tightly with both of his large warm hands and looked up at you from his spot on the bench.

“When I looked at you for the first time and the world exploded into color…I knew somewhere in my heart that I had to protect you. And I was just afraid that I’d hurt you or fail you or…”

“Well it’s a good thing I can protect myself, huh?” you chuckled. He smirked a little. “Warren, I didn’t know what love felt like until this afternoon. It was like all of these years, my heart hasn’t ever beat, but now it’s racing. And I just…I need you. More than anything.”

“Believe me. The feeling is mutual.” He let go of your hand and held his arms open. You settled onto his lap and wrapped your arms tight around him. He returned the gesture, cocooning you in his arms. Warren closed his eyes and exhaled a long sigh, smiling when he felt your fingers tracing patterns onto his back. “I swear, I’m never gonna hurt you ever, ever again.”

“Good.” You replied softly. You held onto him tighter.

***

“So…are they gonna be okay?” Will asked. He and the others were watching you and Warren from across the courtyard. They watched as you gave Warren your hand and then as you surrendered to his embrace. Their jaws dropped. They had never seen Warren hug anyone. Ever. And yet there he was holding onto you as though you would slip away.

“Yeah,” nodded Layla. “I’d say they’re going to be just fine.”

When you’re dating Dino (SVT) but Rocky (ASTRO) likes you too

Thank you so much for requesting~ I enjoyed writing this since I finally got to write something with Chan in it >u< Thank you again and please tell me if this is to your liking!

okay jesus it’s been weeks since i last wrote something fluffy so i hope this aint too awkward but yeah yeah THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST I LOVE THIS CONCEPT UGH TuT


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Fluff with a teeny tiny bit of angst ><

Requested by anon who saved my day with this request TuT ♥

Originally posted by starry-dino


You couldn’t help but smile when the door opened in front of you and you were greeted by a familiar face.

”Oh, _____!” Seokmin greeted you with his wide signature smile.

“Long time no see,” you said and he nodded in agreement.

“Chan! Your girlfriend has arrived!” he announced loudly and let you inside the waiting room.

Everyone greeted you with smiles and you did the same to them. When you spotted Chan, your smile grew even wider.

“Noona can’t I just-“

“Sit still!” the woman doing his hair said sternly, earning a pout from the boy.

You giggled and decided to not interrupt the two, knowing the hairstylist wouldn’t like it. Instead, you turned and walked over to the rest of the performance unit that was rehearsing for the collaboration performance they had that night with some other amazing dancers.

“I can’t wait to see the performance,” you sighed, looking at how sharp their moves were. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you guys perform live.”

Soonyoung grinned. “The performance is going to be awesome.”

“I don’t doubt that,” you chuckled.

“Yo,” Mingyu appeared next to you and ruffled your hair, earning a frown from you.

“Don’t do that,” you said and pushed his hand away which he responded to with a laugh.

“_____ have you eaten yet?” Jeonghan asked from the other side of the room.

“No, I was in such a rush to come here that I couldn’t eat anything,” you said and the boys let out chuckles.

“Our maknae chose the right girl!” Mingyu said with a teasing tone.

“Don’t praise her for skipping a meal!” Chan who had finally finished getting ready appeared next to you with a frown.

Mingyu just grinned in response.

“Let’s go find you something to eat,” your boyfriend dragged you out of the crowded room before you could resist. “Seriously, _____,” he said immediately after he had closed the door behind him. “You should take better care of yourself,” he lectured you with a slight frown.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized with a small smile. “I just couldn’t help it. It’s been two weeks since I last saw you all, I was too excited.”

He couldn’t stay angry at you when you smiled like that so he just let out a sigh and grabbed your hand. “I know,” he said and you two started walking to the nearest vending machine to get you a snack or something.

You passed by some idols and you greeted each other politely. The public knew that Chan was dating but from his request, your identity hadn’t been revealed. He wanted to protect you from all the stalking and hate. You two had managed to avoid paparazzi and crazy fans.

“Have you slept?” you asked him and he nodded.

“Enough,” he said. “I’m not tired so it’s okay.”

You hummed. “If you say so. Have the preparations for the collaboration stage gone well?”

“Yeah, we all get along pretty well,” he grinned. “Even though we practiced for hours at a time, the time just flew by. We match well.”

You smiled. “That’s good.”

You two stopped in front of the vending machine. While you looked at the different snacks and their prices, Chan wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and lazily hugged you. He rested his head on your shoulder.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“That looks good,” you said and pointed at one of the options.

“It’s kind of cheap,” he stated, making you look at him in disbelief. “Choose something more expensive.”

“Why? Are you trying to show off? Besides, it’s a really small difference since everything is so cheap.”

“No, I’m not trying to show off, I just want to spoil you,” he grinned and you rolled your eyes with a smile before looking at the machine again, seeing if there was anything else good.

“Did you change your shampoo?” he asked suddenly.

“No,” you answered. “Do I smell different?”

“Not really, just sweeter,” he said and you hummed.

“I didn’t do any changes though.”

“It could be just because we haven’t seen in so long,” he said quietly.

“Yeah, could be.”

“______?” you heard a familiar voice call your name and turned your head to the direction it came from.

“Hi!” you greeted Minhyuk with a smile. The two of you had been friends for quite some time now.

You could see from his face that he was confused by how close you and Chan were.

“Oh, Minhyuk,” Chan let go of you. “You two know each other?”

“Yeah, kind of,” Minhyuk answered with a smile that looked a little forced to you. “Seems like you know her too?”

Chan nodded and turned to look at you, looking like he wanted you to explain.

“We are friends,” you explained to him. “We’ve known each other for a long time already.”

Chan hummed and nodded his head. “I would have never expected that.”

“How about you two?” Minhyuk asked. “Are you… close?”

“Yeah, we’re dating,” Chan grinned with pride and put his arm around your shoulders.

Minhyuk froze for a second. You were about to ask him if he was okay but he spoke before you could. “Oh, is that so?” he smiled, surprised. “That’s so unexpected. I never thought you two would start dating.”

You smiled and Chan laughed. “It just happened like that,” Chan said.

Minhyuk looked at you for bit and his gaze bothered you a little. The look he gave you was somewhat hurt.

“Well, I’ll get going now,” he said with a smile. “See you guys later.”

“Let’s make the collab unforgettable,” Chan grinned to him and he nodded.

“See you,” you said to Minhyuk who gave you a small wave before walking away.

“So,” Chan turned back to face you after Minhyuk had left. “Did you choose already?”

You nodded and he bought you the snack you had chosen. When you were walking back to the waiting room, you couldn’t help but think about the weird look Minhyuk had given you.

I wonder what that was all about…


“Thank you for your hard work!” numerous idols passed by you in the hallway while bowing to every passer-by.

You smiled when you spotted Minhyuk in the crowd. “Congratulations!” you said to him and the other members of ASTRO who passed by with the trophy they had won. The members thanked you with wide smiles but Minhyuk’s expression was serious.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him when he stopped in front of you.

“Can we talk for a bit?” he asked.

“Of course,” you said, a little worried.

You two walked to a quieter place where you could talk privately. You noticed it was right next to Seventeen’s waiting room.

“What is it?” you asked him when you two stopped.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, not angry but a little hurt instead.

“About what?” you asked, confused.

“About you and Chan,” he said.

“Oh,” you blinked.

He just looked at you with an expression that told you he was quite hurt.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I didn’t mean to keep it from you. I just didn’t think of telling you. I didn’t think it would be important to you.”

“But it is, don’t you-“ he stopped mid-sentence.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he looked away. “I have to go. See you.”

“Wait, Minhyuk,” you said but he was already walking away.

What has gotten into him?

After a few minutes, you could hear noise form the hallway and turned around. The worry about Minhyuk washed away and your lips curved into a wide smile.

“_____!” Chan ran to you with the happiest, widest smile ever and wrapped his arms around you tightly before spinning around, lifting you up from the ground.

“Congratulations on winning,” you chuckled and hugged him.

He put you down and you congratulated the other members who went into the waiting room to change their clothes. When you looked at your boyfriend again, he had tears in his eyes.

You smiled and hugged him comfortingly. “You’ve worked hard.”

He hugged you tightly. When you heard him sob you had mixed feelings. It broke your heart to see him cry but he was also a little adorable at the same time.

“I love you,” he said quietly between his sobs.

“I love you too,” you said just as quietly.

Just a few OiHina Concepts
  • hinata and oikawa being that one power couple that every other couple wants to be
  • hinata doesn’t actually get too jealous with oikawa’s fangirls. he knows that his boyfriend loves him, and has faith that their relationship is strong enough that he won’t be tempted by them
  • also, he realizes that he’s basically an oikawa fangirl himself so he can’t really be too mad
  • in the months before they started dating, oikawa would rant and rant to iwa-chan about karasuno’s number ten. oikawa meant for it to sound frustrated and did his best to keep his hopeless love concealed, but he was a little too obvious when he kept commenting on ‘number 10′s toned thighs’
  • eventually, iwa has had enough with oikawa’s endless prattling and convinces him to just talk to the kid
  • and oikawa does, but only because iwaizumi says that he’s ‘too chicken’ to actually go through with it, and boy oh boy does he want to prove him wrong
  • and it works out really well, actually, because of course hinata likes oikawa back
  • in hinata’s words: ‘why would i not like you?! you’re so GWAH’
  • and wullah, their relationship begins
  • oikawa is that one boyfriend that’s really affectionate and clingy on dates. he loves to drape himself over his much smaller boyfriend and press little kisses across his face
  • hinata doesn’t really initiate the pda, but he allows oikawa to hang all over him because he really does love the attention
  • oikawa wants to keep their relationship on the down low, because he doesn’t want to face any kind of back-lash from less than understanding peers, and he wants to protect hinata from any sort of cruelty as well
  • hinata doesn’t really care either way, so he agrees to the secret relationship plus secret relationships always look so cool on tv so he figures it could be fun
  • they go on dates outside of Miyagi so that they can be as affectionate as they want with a low risk of running into anyone they know 
  • hinata’s actually really good at keeping his relationship out of Karasuno’s knowledge, simply because he doesn’t feel the need to boast about his love-life
  • oikawa however is constantly bursting with the need to brag about his wonderful, cute, little boyfriend, but he tries to contain himself
  • about a month after they started dating, the karasuno vs seijou match comes up
  • they both agree that there would be no hard feelings no matter who walks away victorious, but after seijou’s loss, oikawa has a hard time coping with his failure. 
  • he kind of loses contact with hinata for a while. he lets him know that he’s feeling a little down, and that he needs a little bit before he’s ready to talk to him physically and face the fact that he lost
  • hinata understands and doesn’t pressure oikawa into seeing him, but still bombards his phone with cute little messages and ‘i love you’s every night
  • about a week after their loss, seijou’s third years all drag oikawa out of the house because they’ve had enough of his moping
  • while they’re out, oikawa sees hinata hanging out with kageyama, and he’s suddenly so overwhelmed that he can’t stop himself from running over and pulling his much smaller boyfriend into a long kiss, pressing soft ‘i love you’s against his lips
  • then he freaks out cuz “secret relationship” but really, all of the seijou members had figured it out a long time ago (oikawa was just too obvious) and had been sure to inform karasuno

anonymous asked:

hi!! just wondering if you can recommend some fluffy chaptered taekook fics with a teeny bit of angst? smut is fine btw. THANKS

this is kinda broad so I’ll just give a few I can think of lol not all are chaptered, but they’re above 20k! you can also look through our 20k-50k and above 50k tags yourself and just look at the tags and description to know if it’s fluffy or not^^

I’d flex, but I like this shirt by RNA - Gym au because I’m basic. Jeongguk is a rigorous trainer at a pretentious gym. Taehyung is a lazy, moderately successful painter with a Burger King addiction who decides he should probably hire Jeongguk to, you know, help him get fit or whatever. Jimin is a delivery guy.

I Won’t Fall (in love with you) by taeharem - “You have to promise not to fall in love with me.” or bad boy jeongguk x geek taehyung

Bubblegum Bitch by snowmoney - Jungkook is but a simple delivery boy; the last thing he needs is a high maintenance fake boyfriend.

cuz in a sky full of stars (i think i saw you) by wowoashley - taehyung always has bad ideas. and jeongguk thinks this might be the best.

you give me the whole damn zoo by themelonlord - “Taehyung, I don’t think this is a good idea,” Jimin complains as he follows closely behind Taehyung, “I mean, what do you know about this kid? He looks like some punk.” Taehyung rolls his eyes and laughs, “You know better than to judge a book by its cover.” He spots Jeongguk standing by some lockers, probably one of them is his, but he doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere. “See? He looks lost,” Taehyung points out, “It’s our job, as seniors, to offer a helping hand to new students.” - aka. taehyung learns what it means to have friends, that not everyone is as mean as those bullies that pull on his ears and make fun of his tail.

I’m On My Knees, Begging You Please by captainheyturnitup - Taehyung has spent his entire life at church, praying, volunteering, spending time with his family and friends. He struggles to come to terms with how attracted he is to the hot bad boy in his math class that’s suddenly showing interest in him. (Of course, he gives in to temptation, falling in love with the tattooed boy he once helped pass math class.)

come join me in my dreams by aeterisks - The moment Taehyung happens, the way Jeongguk sees the world changes forever.

got a question or request? check our tags page first to see if what you’re looking for is already there, or use the search bar on our blog! if you don’t have any luck with that, feel free to send us an ask when the inbox is open^^

Spell Gone Wrong

Anonymous asked: Meg, can you please write a Sleeping Beauty AU with Loki??? Please?! I think you can do such a great job with this!(Sleeping Beauty anon) with a fem!reader please? 

 Here you go! I do not own Loki or ANY of the Avengers. They belong to Marvel. 

Warnings: Magic, teeny bit of angst, fluff, Sleeping Beauty AU

Pairings: Loki x fem!reader, Thor, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, The rest of the Avengers not mentioned by name. 

Originally posted by lokis-quinn

A loud crash from a few rooms down made you jump. “What the heck?” you asked out loud even though no one else was in the room. You got up and opened your door just in time for Tony to come rushing past you. “I knew it was a bad idea to give him a lab!” he grumbled and you realized that the crash had come from Loki’s lab. Quickly, you followed Tony down the hall, barely hearing the frantic footfalls of the others approaching as well.

               When you reached Loki’s lab, you found Loki on the floor and he appeared to be asleep. Tony glanced around, making sure there was no glass in the room before going to check on Loki. “Hey, Reindeer Games! Wake up!” Loki didn’t stir. Your eyes widened in panic. Tony reached over and felt for a pulse. “He’s alive, but he’s not waking up. Where’s Bruce?”

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