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Requested: Hey love!! How are you? Can i ask you one thing? Alright… I hope you can make an imagine where reader and shawn are all goofy, sassy, bitchy and all those playful relationship. i hope you can make imagine just based on how playful their relationship is. thank you very much.

Note: I thought a lot about how I wanted to write this concept and I finally settled with writing four completely unrelated scenarios or moments to illustrate the type of relationship requested. 

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“Babe, I love you and that song, but shut up.” You tell Shawn partially joking, but also partially serious because Shawn has been singing the same two lines of Barcelona by Ed Sheeran practically non stop for the past twenty minutes and you’re getting to the point where you really can’t take it any longer.

“In Baaaaaarcelona!!!” Shawn sings very high pitched for a reason you don’t understand obviously ignoring your demand for him to stop. You barely even look up from your phone. Instead, you just reach out your hand and place it over his mouth. But you feel his teeth graze your palm and then he moves and bites down lightly on your fingers.

“Ow!” You say, retracting your hand and pretending it hurt a lot more than it actually did.

“Don’t even lie, y/n, you like when I bite you,” Shawn says, and your eyes widen and you immediately look around to see if anyone heard Shawn’s comment because he didn’t even bother to say it quietly and his band is all in the dressing room with you. Luckily, they’re all busy doing their own thing so no one seems to have heard Shawn’s comment.

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As Long As You’re Mine

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Summary: Reader is taking the part of Elphaba in Wicked on Broadway alongside Aaron Tveit as Fiyero and Libby Servais as Glinda. Daveed is her boyfriend and gets jealous of the relationship that the reader and Aaron share on and off stage.

Note: Well,I’m back at it whether you like it or not. Thanks so much for the feedback on Lost in You. I pumped out this fic for y’all mostly based on the fact that I’m extreme trash for Wicked, Daveed, and Aaron so this was birthed from that. Thanks to those nearest and dearest to my heart, @strongenoughfoundation, @literallylin, and @linslovelylocks for listening to my rambles about my idea for this. I hope you all enjoy! As usual feedback is appreciated.

“Looking a little sick, aren’t you? It’s almost showtime!”

     Glancing in the mirror, all you saw was green. Your face, your neck, your hands. All green. And for a pretty good reason: you were finally going to be whom almost every actress longs to be: Elphaba Thropp, the leading lady in Wicked. You’ve been working for this role ever since you got the chance to see Idina originated the role back in ‘03.

    “Very funny, Lin. Truly. I haven’t heard that one before.” Lin Manuel Miranda. The man was a genius. The two of you met back in 2006 when you were fresh out of high school and he was working on Heights at an acting seminar in the city. You never lost contact and became fast friends despite the age difference. Eventually you befriended his wife Vanessa and the two of you meet every Saturday for a little shopping trip.

     “I’m just kidding, (Y/N). I’m proud of you. You’ve come all this way from that little 18 year old dreamer. Look how well you did in Hamilton.”

 Yes, it’s true. Everyone’s other dream: to be in the new hit musical. As a part of the original cast ensemble, you got to sing and dance onstage every night beside your closest friends. You and Jasmine became almost attached at the hip as soon as rehearsals began. When she and Anthony began dating, the two of you became close as well. Let’s not forget the most important relationship: You and Daveed. The two of you had been crushing on each other and flirting since the beginning. “If you don’t snatch him up soon, I will.” Jasmine used to tease you. “Jaz, you have a boyfriend!” You would reply. He finally gathered up the courage to ask you out last summer and the two of you have been going strong ever since. Even after almost a year, the two of you were still on cloud nine.

“C’mon Lin, don’t tease the poor girl. Can’t you seen she’s nervous?” Daveed said, walking into your dressing room with a smirk on his face.

“Baby, I’m not nervous. Just, well, okay maybe I am a bit nervous. I mean who wouldn’t be. Playing Elphie is an honor.” You replied shakingly.

“I have full confidence in you, (Y/N/N). You’re going to go out on that stage and kill it. Defy gravity. No pun intended.” Daveed affirmed, embracing you in his arms, careful not to smudge any green.

“I second that!” Lin piped in, “Or V and I wouldn’t have flown all the way from London to see you. You’re gonna do amazing out there.”

“(Y/N)! Get in your place. It’s almost time!. Good Luck!” the stagehand, Ralph, called from outside the door.

“Oh, God I think I’m going to be sick!” You cried, pacing back and forth running your hands along your face.

“Well, geez, you do look a little gree-” “Seriously, Lin?” “Sorry. Good luck, I know you’ll do amazing out there. Show em’ what you’re made of!” He said, running out of the room heading to his seat.

“Hey, Look at me.” Daveed said softly, grabbing your arm pulling you closer to him. Glancing up at him through your eyelashes, you began to listen to what he had to say.

“You’re going to get on that stage, give the best performance of your life, and make the audience go wild at the finale. You’ve worked so hard for this role and you deserve it without a doubt.” With the way he looked right into your eyes, you knew what he said was sincere.

“God dammit, D, you’re gonna make me cry. I can’t have this damn paint smudge!” You answered with a giggle.

“Well, you know me always making the ladies cry.” He winked at you, pointing with finger guns.

“Finger guns, really?” You said with crossed arms and a smile on your face.

“Oh come on you know you love em’!” Daveed said on his way out of the room. While he was walking out, another just happened to walk in.

“Aaron!” You exclaimed. Aaron Tveit. The man of everyone’s dreams. Tall build, blonde hair, gleaming eyes, and a killer smile. As the two of you began to talk, you didn’t notice the slight scowl on your boyfriends face as he left the room.

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Into The Dark - Part two

Originally posted by slayveronica

Part One here

Words: 1,128

Prompt: Reader is recruited by HYDRA to get the Winter Soldier back. Things don’t go as planned when Captain America and others show up.

A/N: Two things to say:

1. All the love the first chapter recieved was so surprising. It’s the most notes I’ve ever had in a post, so THANK YOU!! <3

2. I honestly don’t know if I should pair reader with T’Challa or Bucky so any feedback would be appreciated. Please!! <3


It was the middle of winter in New York when Y/L waited in line to get coffee, “It’s that you? Miss, Y/L/N?” a voice came from behind.

She turned around to find a tall man, old, with his white hair combed to the side, “Doctor Brennan!” she greeted, “How have you been?”

“Same as always, but tell me about you, how’s your life after graduation?”

“A bit slow, I have to admit. Few jobs here and there, but nothing that sticks.”

“Well, that’s too bad, you’ve are one of the smartest students I’ve ever had,” he said with a smile, “matter of fact, I’m working with this company and I think you would be a great addition.”

She smiled at the prospect of a job, “Really, what company?”

“Oh, one that’s stood the test of time, are you interested?”

Y/L woke up, slowly. She opened and closed her eyes trying to adjust them to the light. She was still in the jet, only now strapped to one of the seats and hands handcuffed, “what the hell?” she asked disoriented. Last thing she heard was the soldier’s voice before everything went black, but now he was nowhere to be seen, she was sitting alone to one of the seats, and for what she could gather, the jet had taken off.

“You’re awake,” said a man walking towards her,  he took the seat opposite Y/N and strapping himself to the seat. He was tall, deep skin, and big brown eyes. His face was serious and he had a slight accent. She took a while, but recognized him as the king of Wakanda. The one that was fighting alongside Stark. Which made her wonder why would he be hanging with Captain America now.

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Michael Latta - Like Mark and Juliet.

Hi! Can y'all do a cute Michael Latta imagine where you tell him that youre starting to like him and he never replies so you think you scared him away but it was the complete opposite, he likes you too and was just nervous to tell you to be his girl? Thanks!!

Author’s Note: I love Michael Latta. That’s all. -Julianne 

You had just got done brushing your teeth when your phone buzzed. Turning off your bathroom light you walk over to your bed and pick up your phone to see that you had a text from your friend Mandy

Did you tell him yet?


TELL HIM! NOW! I mean it! Don’t be a baby. Love you.

Throwing your head back on to the bed, you pulled your arms in front of you and pressed Michael’s name.   

Hey! What’s up?

Hey babygirl! Not to much just playing COD with Willy. What’s up with you? 

Sounds fun! Who’s winning? Am just laying in bed. :D 

Such a bum ;) I’m winning….as always.

Okay it’s now or never you thought. 

So I kind of have something to tell you. 

Good or bad? 0_0 

Depends I guess lol 

That’s worrisome ahaha. Well what is it babygirl?

You took a deep breath before typing. 

I like you…..but not as a friend. Like as a boyfriend.  

Sent. Yet you still had this awful pit in you stomach. You placed your phone screen face done on your bedding and turned on the tv hoping that the sound would help the feeling in your stomach. 

Michael’s P.O.V.

“Dude why did you just stop play!” Tom yelled as he killed me on the game. “Whoa, are you okay there Lats?” He asked placing the game on pause. 

I still had my phone in my hands. “I like you….but not as a friend.” This is what I have been waiting for, yet I couldn’t type back. I didn’t want to be that guy that said I like you too and then just goes back to playing video games. This was a wonderful moment. 

“Y/N just told me she likes me, as more than just a friend.” I told Tom a smile slowly forming on my face. 

Tom hits my arm and smiles “Told you she did! What did you say?” 


“What?” Tom says looking like I was a loon. “The girl you like just tell you she likes you back and you say nothing back. Lats not sure but you might have taken to many hits to the head my friend.   

“I want to ask her to be my girlfriend but not over text.” I said standing up to grab some paper and a marker. 

Your P.O.V

Twenty minutes. It has been twenty minutes since you told Michael you like him and you got nothing back. Shit. Did you mess up. You were really wishing you never listened to Mandy right now. Just then you heard you door bell ring. 

“Who on earth would that be at 12 am.” You said to yourself. 

Looking through the peephole you saw Michael. Shocked you opened the door fast only to see Michael hold his finger up to his mouth. You nodded. He began to hold up a paper in front on him. 

“Remember that time you stay over at my place and we watched Love Actually?” The first sigh said. 

Looking up at Michael you shook you head yes and he switched to the next sign.

“And after the movie we stayed up all night talking about everything and anything?” 

You shoot you head yes again and smiled remembering it all so well even thought it was over three years ago. 

“You ended up falling asleep on my chest at 4 am that night. You felt bad.” Michael smiled at you as he flipped to the next page. 

“You felt bad, kept saying sorry. But what you didn’t know was that night was the night….” 

Next sigh.

“That I fell in love with you. Wait. There’s more.” 

Now there were tears in your eyes and you were sure that Michael was not leaving this house tonight, 

“Will you be my girlfriend? Kiss for yes. No kiss for no.”

You placed a deep kiss on Michael lips. You felt him wrap his arms around you small body as he carried you two inside and closed the front door. Oh man was the going to be a good night. 


Originally posted by oduyah


Request: anon: Hi, I love your work, especially your Jaemin boyfriend headcanon. Because of that, would it be alright if I requested a boyfriend Chenle? Thank you so much and all the best of liuck for the future xxx

Genre: Floof

Warnings: Cuteness Overload // Slight Explicit Language

Author’s Note: Gender Neutral

This is purely based on my own personal opinions. Agree or disagree, either way, enjoy!

Originally posted by nakamotens

- LELE !!!!!! MY PRECIOUS BUN !!!!!!!!!!!!

- K let’s get right into it

- From the moment you met him you knew he was something special

- I mean this kid is all smiles and giggles

- It’s impossible to be in a bad mood around him

- He’s the human embodiment of happiness

- He warms up to you instantly

- And you do, too

- Cause like,, it’s impossible not to when you’re that close to the actual sun

- Once it finally hits him that “”holy shit he has feelings for you””

- 10x more dolphin screeches giggling

- And suddenly everything you do makes him blush

- And I mean everything

- Sit by him on the couch? He’s blushing

- Say his name? A rosy tint instantly covers his cheeks

- If you so much as look at him !!!! His entire face is flushed

- And his “little crush” is no secret

- The entire dorm knows

- In fact everyone knows except for your dumbass

- So you know damn well that all of his hyungs are helping him sort out some kind brilliant plan to confess to you

- When in reality no one knows what the hell they’re talking about

- “I’VE GOT IT! We fake kidnap Y/N, and Chenle can swoop in, take us out, and rescu-”

- “Yuta, why the hell would we do that…”

- “He’s trying to confess, not scare the shit out of Y/N”

- They spend hours and hours arguing and ultimately getting nowhere

- So he decides to wing it

- The two of you are at the park just sittin on the swings

- You’re blabbing around somethin or other and he completely cuts you off

- “Y/N… Can I tell you something…?”

- You look over to see him fidgeting like a madman

- And he looks painfully uncomfortable

- “Yeah, Lele. Anything.”

- Inhale.Exhale.Inhale.Exhale.Inhale.Exhale.Inhale.Exhale.DEEP BREATH.

- “Ivelikedyouforsuchalongtimeandiwantedtoknowifyoudgooutwithme”

- “…wut……”

- And after another 2-3 tries you’re finally able to understand him

- When you say yes he lets out this ear piercing cackle

- And all the families at the park start staring

- But he doesn’t give a shit !!!!

- The person of his dreams just agreed to go out with him !!!!!!

- Now onto dating life with Mr. Chenle

- For starters

- He asks you to make him ramen oN! THE! DAILY!

- “Chenle, it takes not even 5 minutes to make”

- “Which is exactly why you should make me some!!!!!!!”

- You seriously can’t say no to this kid

- It just doesn’t happen

- And every time you try he whips out the aegyo

- And no matter how cringy it may be you still give in

- Because it’s Chenle

- Sucker for skinship omg

- But don’t expect much of anything in front of his bandmates

- This smol baby is just too shy

- But when it’s just the two of you ???

- hA! Good luck getting him off of you

- He!! Loves!! Hugs!!

- He gives you back hugs literally every 5 minutes

- He likes to do this thing where he nuzzles his face into your neck

- And then takes your heart and stomps on it because he’s just too precious for this world

- Also !!! Loves !!! Kisses !!!!!

- He likes to hold your head with both hands and plant chaste kisses all over your face

- On the tip of your nose

- On your forehead

- On your cheek

- And finally, he gets to your lips

- He just barely presses his lips to yours

- Almost like he’s afraid that if he presses too hard he might break you

- When honestly its probably the other way around jus sayin,,,

- And EVERY! TIME! he pulls away from a kiss he bursts into a fit of laughter

- Not because it was bad

- But because the boy laughs at anything and everything

- Oooohh don’t get me started on cuddling,,,,

- He’s one of the youngest in NCT

- Which means he’s constantly babied

- SO when the two of you cuddle he likes to be the “big spoon”

- Ohh the irony,,,,

- But every once in a while

- Especially when work is getting to be too much for him

- He really just needs you to hold him

- Start running your fingers through his hair and he’s out like a light

- And this cutie

- He unconsciously clings to you in his sleep

- Like he’s afraid you’ll leave him if he didn’t hang onto you for dear life

- But c’mon

- Who in their right mind would leave such a precious baby

- All around your relationship is just soo lovey dovey and kinda sappy

- But it’s just your way of showing each other how much you truly care for one another (’:

Letters to Bucky (Part 8)

Sorry I didn’t post yesterday….weekends! Anyway, Welcome Back! If youre missing a chapter find them HERE.
Tony loves his soldier, and Bucky loves his crazy genius so much it’s almost heart attack inducing. Fluff and sweet notes and Christmastime in this chapter. This update is a little shorter than usual, sorry, but we have SMUT next chapter, and then DRAMA chapter after that so this is a nice little interlude.
Love you guys so much for coming along this fanfic journey with me! Check out this PIC by the amazing @latelierderiot that goes along with this story!  

“Master Sergeant.” A corporal saluted and Bucky raised his eyebrow.


“Several items for you at the mail center sir, all marked urgent, so I came to retrieve you right away.”

“Uh, thank you.” Bucky put his cards down and jerked his head towards Steve. “Coming Cap?”

“What now we have to do mail call together?” Steve grumbled, but put his cards down and left the game as well. “So who’s sending you boxes?” He asked as they headed towards the mail room.

“Hell if I know.” Bucky said with a shrug, but smiled a little, because the boxes could only be from Tony.

“Uh. Yeah.” Bucky ran a hand through his hair. “Holy boxes.”

There were five boxes, all of varying sizes, the largest standing at least five feet tall.

“These are specifically for you.” Steve handed Bucky a box with a letter attached. “The rest is addressed to you and the unit. From Stark Industries.” He raised his eyebrows. “Say, Bucky. Why are you receiving boxes from Stark Industries?”

Bucky turned away and coughed. “Cuzimdatingtonystark.”

“Yeah.” Steve folded his arms. “I’m gonna ask you to repeat that, but this time say it slower and say something that isn’t quite so crazy. Because I almost thought you said–”

“I did.” Bucky interrupted. “And let’s not talk about it here, huh? Later. Let’s get these boxes to the guys. I have no idea what’s in them but I’m sure it’s cool.”

It was cool.

The biggest box held fourteen top dollar RC Hummers, complete with loads of batteries, one car for each soldier in their Unit.
Another held six bottles of whiskey, six of scotch, and six of tequila.
A smaller box was full of prepaid phone cards, so the men could call home and talk for several hours for the holidays without worrying about the cost.
Another larger one was packed with personal size fans, one for each soldier to mount on their beds.

A letter taped to the top of the phone cards said simply,

Merry Christmas from Stark Industries
Call your families, then get good and drunk and race your cars around. I expect to see videos on YouTube.
Thanks for all you guys do

Tony Stark CEO

The twelve other members of the Unit started whooping and cheering and tearing through the boxes.
Steve looked at Bucky and headed back towards their barracks.

“So. Tony fucking Stark.”

“That was exactly my reaction when I met him.” Bucky said, placing his box carefully on his pillow.

“Wait, you didn’t know?” Steve asked, his jaw dropping.

“Nope. Had no idea till I showed up to see him and they pointed me to the penthouse. Little red headed secretary felt so bad for me she stuck around to make sure I was gonna be alright after meeting him.” Bucky laughed at Steve’s expression. “It was crazy, but it’s.. it’s fine. I’m crazy about him. And he’s crazy about me so–”

“Are you sure?” Steve asked finally. “Are you sure, because he has a pretty shitty reputation.”

“Thank you.” Bucky rolled his eyes and Steve frowned.

“I’m serious Bucky. This is the first time you’ve ever– tried, with a guy you know, and if he turns out to be the total asshole everyone says he is–”

“Then I’ll deal with the fallout. I’m a big boy Steve. I’m not ten year old Bucky who didn’t get why it wasn’t ok to like other boys, ok? This is fine. It’s wonderful. The best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Alright.” Steve watched him for a long moment. “Alright then. I’ll give you a minute to read your letter, but if you want fair shot at any of the alcohol he sent you better get your ass back out there.”

“No problem.”

Steve patted his back and left, and Bucky breathed a sigh of relief, ripping open his letter to read it.
To: Bucky

–I was going to write you a real letter but I don’t want to talk business or boring stuff when it’s Christmas. I paid just a ridiculous amount of money to get these boxes to you ASAP so cheers to you and your unit and I hope the  boys love it. Pretty sure I’ll be suing the mail service if they aren’t there before Christmas.
–open your box
–miss you bucky baby


Bucky folded the letter, a little disappointed it wasn’t longer, but reached for his box, cutting it open carefully.

Inside was a carefully wrapped bottle of the whiskey they had shared that first night together, and two crystal tumblers from Tony’s personal collection. And holding the whiskey was a stuffed bear, dressed in a sharp little suit and tie.
Bucky frowned at it. Why the hell?

He reached for the card, a little certificate proclaiming it to be a legitimate build a bear named…

“Tony.” He laughed quietly. “Tony the bear. I wonder…” He picked up the fluffy thing, unbuttoning the shirt a little, and sure enough, sewn into the bear’s chest were several little scars, one right over the little red heart shaped patch. “Damn It.” He shook his head, not willing to admit that a teddy bear was making him choke up. He laid the bear and the whiskey aside, reaching for the other, smaller box, the envelope attached to it. Open me first was written over the box, so he did, and a palm sized little video screen dropped into his hand.

He leaned back into his bunk and pushed play, and the screen lit up with a picture of Tony, obviously in bed, his hair messy, and bare chested.

“Hey.” Video Tony said into the camera. “So I saw this thing, so stupid, but I saw this thing and it’s like so parents can record messages and leave it with their kids when they leave town so the kids not sad or whatever. So I got one for you.” He smiled shyly and took a drink of whatever was in his hand. “Probably the dumbest thing I ever bought. But I wanted to talk to you, and… well I don’t know.” He rolled his eyes, and the camera shifted as he moved it a little closer. “I hope you like your bear, I thought it would make you laugh maybe. I even sprayed it with my cologne so it smells like me. If you don’t like it tough shit.” Tony laughed. “Anyway, um, Merry Christmas, soldier. I miss you… like crazy. It’s ridiculous really.” His expression turned serious and he glanced away from the camera for a minute. “I know we aren’t saying things yet. But I-I–” he ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah you know that’s just as hard over video as it is in person. But Bucky–” the camera moved closer, close enough to see the early morning stubble on his chin. “Come home to me, okay? I read your last letter about eighteen times and it still made me blush and damn I really want you to do all that, everything, to me but more than anything I want you here. Safe. Next to me. Okay? You said things are getting bad over there and just… please. Be safe.” Video Tony closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them again his voice didn’t seem so stressed. “I didn’t mean to get all serious there. This was supposed to be a cheerful video. Anyway,” the camera zoomed out to show Tony holding a giant sprig of mistletoe over his head. “Pucker up soldier.” Then he mashed his lips to the screen, and Bucky could hear him laughing until the now blurry screen went dark a minute later.

Swallowing against the lump in his throat, Bucky ripped open the other envelope and two pictures fell out. One was Tony, obviously in the build-a-bear workshop, holding up a bear dressed in army fatigues, the stripes on his little uniform proudly proclaiming him a Master Sergeant, and a red star sewn into his shoulder. The other picture was the army bear and the Tony bear sitting on a pillow, noses pressed together like they were kissing.

“Look!” Tony’s note on the back read, “even the Bucky Bear and Tony Bear want to be kissing all the time!”

Bucky picked up his bear, breathed in the scent of Tony, knowing the stuffed animal wouldn’t tell anyone if his little suit got wet with tears.

To: Tony
–so a year ago (ish) I got the first letter from you, and this will come out fairly sappy, but Tony I had no idea how much writing you would change my life. Thank you for writing me first, for always writing me back, for calling in favors and talking on the phone with me, for not throwing me out when I showed up at your work, for caring enough about my friends to send them packages. I– well, you know.
–I love the bear. So much. And thank you for the picture. I’ll return the favor and include one of me in here. The video was the dorkiest cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Tony you are fucking adorable.
–any progress on the super soldier thing? Steve had a meeting with a few people about it the other day. He’s being pretty tight lipped, not wanting word to get out to other soldiers so I don’t know much of anything right now.
–I’m being as safe as I can be, baby. Heading out again in the morning.
–I miss you.
–ps. Steve took the picture. Said that even as a straight guy the pic makes him want to fuck me… so… yeah hopefully it works on you too. It was an awkward thing for Steve to say but I wouldn’t mind hearing you say it.

Tony couldn’t stop staring, his chin resting in his palm, his other hand rubbing tense circles on his thigh under the desk.

Wearing just his dog tags and a pair of black silk so tight are you kidding me boxer briefs.
He was leaning up against a wall, big arms crossed to show off his biceps, legs spread just enough to show off holy fuck I need my mouth on that asap.
His blue eyes looked nearly turquoise against the sandstone wall, framed by dark hair that was nearly long enough to touch his shoulders, such big broad shoulders, and Tony couldn’t stop running his fingers over the picture, tracing the lines of Bucky’s abdomen, down to where he really was just barely covered.

“Tony. Pay attention.” Pepper whispered next to him, and Tony jumped.

“Not sorry.” He whispered back, keeping the picture front and center in the file he was supposed to be reading from.

“Tony just put that- holy crap Tony is that your soldier?” Peppers lovely little mouth dropped wide open and Tony turned away from her, hunching over the picture dramatically to keep her from looking.

“Get your own GI Joe!” He snapped, and whichever board member had been speaking, stopped, completely confused.

“What was that, Mr. Stark?”

“Nothing.” Resignedly, Tony put the picture away, forcing himself to listen to another progress report on a new line of body armor he had initiated months ago.

A few minutes later, Pepper slid a piece of paper towards him, clearing her throat quietly. Tony sent her a narrow look, and reached for the note.

Does he really look like that under his dress uniform?

Better. I’m not even kidding.

How have you not jumped in a plane and flown to Afghanistan and dragged him back home??

Because you made me come to this meeting you freaking evil ginger.

Pepper started giggling, and Tony joined in, both of them ignoring the looks of disapproval from the other board members.

“Good for you, Tony.” She whispered.

“You know I know it.” He whispered back.


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anonymous asked:

hello! is it possible for me to ask if you could make a masterlist of 'wrong number au's'? they are currently my craving and so far i've only read 4-5 and i can't imagine that being all of them... and or if that doesn't work, maybe secret admirer au's? love notes, emails, texts, etc thank you soooo very much

Hi! I’m pretty sure you’ve read most (if not all) of these then (maybe except for the last one, which is fairly new), but just in case, here you have all the wrong number!au’s I know of and that are all definitely worth reading:

  • in better light, everything changes by TimeInABottle
    Summary: "I just checked the revue website and blackmailing people for smoking weed wasn’t listed under the Kosegruppa description" Or, Isak accidentally texts a stranger (Even) while trying to text Sana.

  • Wrong number by IsakEven
    Summary: Isak wants to text Jonas but he accidentally texts Even.

  • juste la fin du monde by loglady95
    Summary: Sana blackmailed Isak into hosting a party at his place and gave his number to a stranger.

  • Love Me Harder by tech_ftw
    Summary: In which accidentally being added to a group text has unexpected consequences. Like falling in love. 

  • company by violeteloiv 
    Summary: isak knows he should stop this call, that this would be the perfect time for him to say something, ‘hey sorry but you got the wrong number dude’ — anything before this call gets any more weird or awkward. whether it is his curiosity getting the best of him or just plain out horniness he couldn’t find a will in himself to do so. his grip to his phone is tighter as he listens to the heavy breathing at the end of the line. he stays silent pushing down the guilt bubbling in his gut.

  • call me any, anytime by elspethelf
    Summary: Isak texts Vilde… except it turns out not to be her.

  • don’t u let me go tonight by artcmonkeys
    Summary: in which isak calls the wrong number, finding a charming boy named even who he becomes infatuated with.


Now, because I’m a sucker for those too, here are the three secret admirer!au fics which everyone needs to read asap:

  • with love, from anonymous by cosetties and iriswests
    Summary: Isak just wants to get his coffee in peace, Even has a crush, and there’s a secret admirer on the loose.

  • “You don’t know it yet, Isak Valtersen, but you’re mine” by  Jules_poupard
    Summary: Isak is broken, and Even finally notices. Maybe he’ll be able to put him back together, or at the very least show Isak where his forgotten pieces lie.

  • You Scare Me (And I Love It) by i_once_wrote_a_dream 
    Summary: He’s chill. Except he isn’t when he feels something hit the back of his head. He doesn’t dare look back, but his face is flushed and heat pools around his ears and neck. He sits up straighter and forces himself to rewrite the last sentence. Alternatively, Isak’s got a secret admirer and Even is persistent.

anonymous asked:

Dear Duke, I'm thinking of majoring in English. I love reading and mainly because, I wanna learn how to write really WELL. I must say that I have no writing talent. Do you think it's stupid for me to want to major in English just for that? Side note: I don't want to write novels or anything major. I just wanna be able to write well. That's all. Thanks.

I don’t think it’s a bad reason to want to be an English major but I do think you’ll be in for a rude awakening, because an English major is going to require you to do a lot of deep literary analysis, and basic writing acumen is something most professors will assume you have already. If being a better writer is really what you want and there’s no real literary interest attached to that, you might be better off taking composition classes, looking at a communications major, or even journalism. Because if you’re not interested in specifically reading and writing about books, an English major is going to be really hard for you. Last thing to remember: Just because you’re not a major doesn’t mean you can’t take classes in the department. It’s not all or nothing. You can be like a business major and still take composition classes if that’s really what you’re interested in. If you’re not sure how that would work, talk to your advisor and just tell them what you want. That’s why they’re there.

Dear studyblr community,

After 5 long years of sleepless nights, depressing times, recurring failures, and small victories, I finally made it through! As a big part of my journey, I felt like sharing this milestone with you all for this community had greatly helped me motivate myself to push further than the boundaries.

If there’s something I learned from my experience, I just want to leave it here that not all things can be learned inside the four corners of a classroom. Though we are constantly measured by numbers - from test scores to ranks, from fail to pass, I hope that this system wouldn’t blind your perspectives on things that truly matter. Remember, the adversaries that we face in pursuit of our goals are not supposed to make us feel less than what we are now - It has been made as a way to help us improve and discover what we really want to do and be in life. After all, what we really learned during our stay in the university - unity, friendship, creativity, teamwork, love, persistence, dedication, and hard work, are just some things that couldn’t and wouldn’t ever be measured by any scale of numbers 🌻

This is only the start of many beautiful things to come, and from the bottom of my nerdy heart, I wish you all a successful and meaningful journey ahead. If you’re passionate on what you do, everything will fall in its proper places.

Thank you Studyblr Community!!!
Keep inspiring ❤

P.S –
Next goal: CPA Board Exam by October 2017 💪🏼

Request Note~

So I want to bring up a request I just got from an anon. Now before I start, anon if you’re reading this, I want you to know I have no problem with that request at all! But because it regards sensitive topics that are happening right now with Jimin, I hope you don’t mind if I wait until everything blows over and the safety of the boys is secured. I will still write it up, but I would just like to wait for a more appropriate time. Thank you for understanding ❤

While on this topic, my love really goes to the boys and Jimin. They better keep security tight for them and I really pray this is all just disgusting talk that antis are polluting the internet with. Even if you don’t like a certain idol or group, no one ever deserves to get such hateful things such as death threats thrown at them. They’re human just like me and you, and I really doubt you would like it if someone was threatening your life. So to all my ARMYs, we should do everything we can online to stop this hateful behavior but also keep in mind that fighting fire with fire will not work so please no sending disgusting threats back to the people who are doing it to our mochi!! Thank you and I really hope this all gets resolved quickly ❤❤

Causing Problems Pt. 6

Plot: You and Wonwoo are the two top students in the school, when you are asked to start a tutoring program at the school. Not being able to stand each other, you soon discover that the other isn’t as bad as you thought to be.

Pairing: WonWoo x OC

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Author: @the-song-was-fire-so-save-me

Notes: Thank you so much for all the support this has been receiving! It means alot to me that you like this! Well, both characters made major progress in this chapter, so I hope you all enjoyed this!

Word Count: 2.37 K

Warnings: There is mentions of VIOLENCE: including mugging and sexual assault- PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, CAN BE TRIGGERING 

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 *Please read previous chapters to understand the whole story


Afterwards, you stood up to throw away the cup that had held your frozen yogurt and when you turned around Wonwo was right behind you. Scaring you slightly, you clutched your chest and took a few steps back.

“Were you that surprised that I was right behind you?” He chuckled, reaching around you to throw his cup away as well.

“Well it wasn’t like I expected to turn around and run straight into a 6 foot wall of nerd, so yeah, you can say I was surprised.” You sassed back.

“Yah, no need to be so sarcastic, I thought we were actually connecting right now.” He teased, bending his legs so he could be on eye level with you.

“We were until you decided to scare the living crap out of me.” You shook your head.

“Well, to make up for freaking you out, how about I walk you home, it’s already really late.”

“It’s fine, didn’t you say you wanted to stay here so you could help out?” You looked around to make your point.

“I can come back later, it’s fine, Samchon will keep it open for me.” He started walking back to the table to grab your things.

“Hey Potter” You called to get his attention “I’ll be fine, it’s not like I don’t know my way home from here, no need to worry about me, I can protect myself okay?” You went and grabbed your bags from him.

“Here, at least let me know when you’ve gotten home, Samchon is going to be mad at me if he finds out that I didn’t walk you home, at least this way I can tell him that I know that you are safe.”

“Wonwoo, how am I supposed to do that? I don’t have your phone number and you don’t have mine.” You pointed out.

“Then give me your phone.” He said, not even hesitating to pull out his phone from his back pocket and unlocking it, pulling up the contacts screen. You hesitantly did the same, wondering how he was so comfortable with exchanging numbers with you, not that it was uncomfortable for you, you just wondered how he did it with such ease, not even thinking twice, not to mention the fact that you barely had any contacts in your phone, compared to his many. Finally, you had both entered your individual numbers into each other’s phones, handing them back to the owner.

Checking his contact, you noticed that he named himself “Not Harry Potter” and took off his glasses in his profile picture so it lessened the resemblance. Now I wish I did something fun for my contact name, all I did was Y/F/N… Just then, the owner of the store walked out from the back of the shop.

“Ahhh, leaving already dear? Wonwoo, will you be back after you drop her off?” He asked.

“Ajuhssi, I am going to walk myself home tonight, it’s already late and it will be even later by the time that Wonwoo makes it back here, plus, I already promised to tell him when I made it home so you won’t have to worry about my safety.” You bowed to him.

“Well, I wish he would still walk you home, but if he at least offered to, I will be happy, just stay safe dear, don’t go taking short cuts and stay under streetlights, okay?”

“I will ajuhssi, have a good night.” And with that you waved goodbye to both of them as you walked out of the little shop and off onto the sidewalk.

Wonwoo’s POV

After Y/N walked out, I sat down at the table with Samchon.

“How have you been Wonwoo, you haven’t been around as much as you used too?” He questioned after we had both seen Y/N leave our line of vision, preventing us from watching her further.

“My parents found out that I was visiting and gave me the whole, “heir of one of the biggest companies in South Korea” lecture again so I had to stop visiting as often, but right now they are on a trip to Japan for about a month so I hope to start visiting again more often.” I sighed, still not understanding my parent’s logic to not wanting me to visit the little frozen yogurt shop that I loved so much.

“Now joka, you should still obey your parents, they are only looking out for you in what they think is your best interest, so if they are telling you to not visit anymore, then I won’t be upset with you, I just don’t want you to forget the lessons that you have learned from here, do you understand?”

“It’s not that they want me to stop visiting it’s just they don’t understand why I am out so late at night working at a little hole in the wall shop, kind of thing I guess.”

“Then stop visiting so late at nights, start coming in more often on the weekends, besides that’s when it gets busy, we could really use the extra help. But what I really want to know about right now is the girl that you brought in earlier. I remember you claiming at a young age of fifteen that this was your sacred haven and that you would never share it with another person if you could help it.” The older man in front of me gave off a chuckle.
“Samchon!” Then I sighed. “I don’t know why I brought her here to be honest, we tutor at school together, and we didn’t get done till around 6 tonight. I asked her if she wanted frozen yogurt and instead of bringing her to the one downtown, I just brought her here.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Well, there has to be something that you see different in her than you do all the others.” He gave a knowing smile.

“She doesn’t treat me like the other girls at school, as stupid as that sounds. Most of them try to cling to me and call me a prince and things. ?she is the first that hasn’t taken my attitude and fought back when I argued with her. But even then, when I needed help, she didn’t seem to be afraid to bend down and help me up, even after the way I treated her.” I gave off a small smile.

“Joka, it seems like you like her a little bit more than you are willing to admit to yourself.” He patted me on my back. “But enough talk, tomorrow is Saturday and I haven’t had enough time to go through all the inventory, would you mind helping me out and doing that before you leave?” He asked, slowly standing up, pushing up off the table to help him.

“Not at all, do you want me to close up the shop, so you can head home early?” I helped him fully get out of his seat.

“No, I will stay right here until you get that call from her, I do want to know that she got home safely.” He smiled again.

“Okay Samchon, but I am going to go get to work okay?”

“Okay joka, just do a good job.”

“I always do Samchon!” I called out to him as I walked back to the supply room, grabbing the check board that was hung up on the wall as I went.

Third Person POV

You were walking down the dimly lit street about 3 blocks away from your house when you heard footsteps following behind you, not thinking anything of it, you continued walking. Only when it started to near you is when you became suspicious. Just to be on the safe side, you stopped quickly and pretended to pull out your phone, seeing if they would walk past you. Sadly, you heard the constant stepping come to a stop behind you. This time, you really did pull out your phone, and clicked the first number you saw. You started walking again with your finger hovering over the call button.

Just then you felt a tug at your school bag, which was quite heavy, causing you to lurch back. A rough voice came from behind you. “What is a such a young pretty girl like you doing walking alone so late at night, you know, there are so many bad people who wander around at this time.” He whispered so close to your ear. “Now do as I say and you can go home tonight.” You suddenly felt a stabbing at you back, which you could only assume was a knife of some sorts. “What do you have with you? A wallet? Phone? Computer? You look like a well off student, you have to have something on you.”

“Not really, I was just at a shop with my friend and I left most of my stuff there.” You tried to convince him that you didn’t have anything on you.

“Don’t lie to me, I not in the mood for lying.” He pushed the knife hilt farther into your back and a pushed his body closer to yours. “If you can’t give me that, then maybe you can give me something else..” He let his other hand slide along your leg. Then, his voice came closer to your ear, “how does that sound princess, since you can’t give me money, how about some other form of compensation for your lying? Hmmmm?”

Just as he hand was nearing the edge of your skirt line, a car came barrelling down the street, causing the man to run into the shadows so he wasn’t seen. After he was gone, you dropped to the ground, shaking. You could still feel the hilt pointed in your back and you felt as if your legs couldn’t move even if you tried. Suddenly, you broke down crying. Shaking, you pulled out your phone and immediately hitting the call button of the number of your screen, only looking at the caller identification after it started ringing. It was Wonwoo. But suddenly he picked up.

“Y/N? Are you home already? You would’ve had to practically jogged the whole route to make that time! I’m impressed!” He laughed.

“Won-*sob* Wonwoo, he-help me.” You made out between sobs.

“Y-Y/N? Are you okay? What happened?!” He rushed.

“ I was w-walking one moment a-and the next there was a k-knife pressed to my back and there was a guy demanding money a-and my phone a-a-”You were cut off but Wonwoo talking under his breathe.

“Are you okay now? How far away from home are you right now? Tell me your cross streets. Don’t move until I get there unless he comes back and if he does call me right away okay? I’m leaving now.” You could hear a lot of rustling and loud shouts which you assumed was him telling the older man what he was doing. After a while all you could hear was heavy breathing and loud steps like he was running. “Okay, where are you exactly?

“I’m, I’m on Gawand-r-ro, just after the old apartment complex. P-Please hurry Wonwoo.” You let another sob rack through your spine.

“Okay, give me a minute, stay on the phone with me. I’ll be there in a second.” He said, and the line went quiet again except for the sound of pounding feet and heavy breathing. Soon enough you heard the sound of feet pounding the asphalt beneath you in real life, no longer through a phone and Wonwoo started calling out your name. “Y/N? Y/N! Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU?”

“O-o-over here.” You let out barely above whisper, thankfully he was right behind the car you were crouched beside. Soon, he was crouching right in front of you.

“Are you hurt, anywhere?” His eyes started scanning all over your body for any signs of bruising or blood.

“Just my dignity.” You gave a small giggle through your sobs, trying to make your situation seem better than it actually was.

“This isn’t time for jokes Y/N. Can you stand up? Are your legs still shaking?” Wonwoo rested a hand on your knee, and he was clearly able to feel the tremors through his fingertips. “Okay, I don’t think you should try to stand up right now, I’m afraid you might collapse and twist your ankle.” He said, then stood up and looked around for a little bit. After murmuring under his breath for awhile, he finally looked back at your slouched figure under the dim street light, leaning against the side of the parked car outside the shady apartment building. He went to you and turned around, crouching down. “Get on my back, my house is closer so I’m going to take you there.” He said without hesitation.

“W-Wonwoo, are you sure? I’m kind of heavy.” You asked, with much more hesitation to your nature.

“You are fine, now get on my back, you need to get somewhere where you can sit down and rest, and have a good night’s sleep.” He said, his hands going behind his back and making a beckoning motion with them.

After about 30 seconds of silence you decided to scout farther up so he could wrap his hands under his legs.

“Why did you finally decide to listen to me?” He joked.

“I want to be gone in case he comes back.” You whispered as Wonwoo stood up.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you are fine until we get all the way home…” He said. “Now put your arms around my neck so you don’t fall.” He instructed, whilst tightening his grip on your thighs. Not enough to where it hurt, just enough so he knew he wouldn’t drop you.

After he started walking, the you both fell into a comfortable silence, him looking around every once and awhile to look for signs of someone hiding in the shadows, you listening to the sound of his footsteps against the asphalt underneath his feet. Soon, the steady sounds of footsteps started to make your eyes go limp. After awhile, you dropped your head to the back of his neck, whispering a quiet thank you before you completely fell asleep.

HELLO LOVELY PEOPLE!!!!!!!! I have decided that it is time to do my FIRST EVER FAVES in honor of me reaching 31,000 followers! I hope to see really cool blogs appear on my tumblr and please talk to me, I love talking to y’all! 


  • must be following me ( @balhm )
  • must reblog this post
  • likes only count as bookmarks
  • must have a fantastic blog/personality


  • featured on my faves page (under construction)
  • queues from me
  • promos to over 30k follower (3x a day)


  • reblog from my uploads page here
  • do Q4Q with me


  • banner made by me
  • i will chose when the notes are at about 500-1,000



I just spent 3.5 hours talking with @squaddreamcourt, @my-name-is-fireheart, and @sarahviehmann (like with human voices and video, not typing???) and it was so much fun. I love this fandom. I just want to say thanks because it was a blast and you are all amazing.

Fun side note, I’ll be the co-host for all future podcasts, so I might periodically ask everyone for more suggestions on topics or questions we can discuss. :D

Hi everyone! I’m sorry for the lack of answers lately. I’ve been busy making all of the requested cookies, and I’ve been fixing my house up. We’ll have more posts on the way soon!

Also, thank you all so much for 700 followers!! We appreciate all the love you have for this blog!

Artist note: Apologies for the delay, I am finally settled in after moving but now I am job searching and dealing with fixing up my daily schedule. Hahcon was also moving day for me so the last few weeks were chaos.

theplacewherelifebegins  asked:

Karmy (for the "send me a ship" post)

Yay! Thank you, one of my all time dearest ships. Here we go:

  • Who said “I love you” first: Amy, of freaking course, her favorite sentence is “I love you, Karma.” and the second is “I love donuts”, everyone knows that.
  • Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Both, they are very gay.
  • Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Hmm, Karma, she’s dorky like that.
  • Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Both. Karma got Amy the donut shirt, it’s canon, don’t even fight me.
  • Who initiated the first kiss: In my ideal headcanon, without counting the “faking it” phase, it was probably Karma because Amy was too chicken to do anything about it and she probably noticed Amy pining, freaked out, did some soul searching then stopped thinking and acted once she realized her head hurt and she’s probably been in love with her best friend her entire life too. Yup, sounds like Karma alright.
  • Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Karma. Amy just wants her damn sleep, damn it. But when she gets woken up like that, it’s suddenly not as bad. 
  • Who starts tickle fights: Karma. They end up making out after because reasons. What do you mean there’s no fanfiction about this? Unacceptable.
  • Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Karma. Amy’s too shy to do it. Also Karma’s a horny parrot.
  • Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: I feel like this would be an Amy thing or maybe both.
  • Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Amy because she’s constantly second guessing herself and not believing this amazing thing is happening to her and she’s fidgeting like an idiot until a particular someone takes her hand and her nerves are gone in a flash.
  • Who kills/takes out the spiders. Karma, Amy’s a freaking chicken but somehow Karma finds it endearing.
  • Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Karma. She already did actually. Drunk actions, sober thoughts and all.
Update on Requests~!

Hey guys! So currently I have a whole bunch of ship requests that I am slowly working through. So for now <b>ship requests are closed!</b> but you can still send in requests for scenarios, reactions, mtl, things of that sort. Thanks for understanding❤ on a side note, I’m also always open if anyone has any problems or need advice! You can just send me an anon ask and I’ll listen and help as much as I can 😊 I know sometimes people just need someone to be there and I wanted to let my followers know I will happily be that person for them❤❤ love you all~!

Originally posted by jeonsshi

600 followers gift

It looks like I’m only few followers away to 600. Numbers never mean anything to me but, I’m so grateful for everyone who supported and motivated me through the wind and the stormy days. The friendships I made here is something to count on thank you so much guys! It started with the lot I shared I guess and I love each one of you who are down to earth and made me become seen here. It is really amazing to have this numbers but numbers mean nothing if your work is really not appreciated. I’m really grateful for all the notes, hearts, comments and motivation you gave me. Thus, after 11 more followers (if I don’t lose lol) I’ll be hitting to 600! 

600 Followers gift includes:

1. Sims 3 lot

2. Sims 3 sim

3. My eyes set for sims2

4. Sims 2 dress + t-shirts.

Of course new lots are on the way, I just need more inspiration for the lots tbh, as I’ve done enough coffee shops and residential lots ^_^ I’ll be thinking about it as I want to bring best content. 

Finally I would like to thank all of the cc creators who made sims world brighter.