there have only been two but ugh

anonymous asked:

So I've told a few people anonymously that I'm pan (Don't think thst counts as out). And I'm amazed that people are usually completely clueless about what that means. Are we really that rare? Have you experiences this? How have you handled it?

nine times out of ten people have no idea what Pansexual means. the conversation is usually word for word, as follows: 

“I am Pansexual.” 

 “Pansexual? So you’re attracted to like kitchen stuff, right? haha.” 

“Haha. How original. I’ve never heard that one before. No. It means that I do not have a sexual preference based on gender. I like people of any gender.” 

 “So you’re bisexual?” 

“Well, no. You see, ‘Bisexual’ means people are attracted to two genders. Pansexual means attracted to ANY gender or regardless of gender.”

 “…Right, so that’s the same thing, isn’t it?” 

“That would imply there are only two genders. It’s been scientifically proven that that is not the case.” 

 “People either have a penis or a vagina.” 

“That’s someone’s physical sex, not their Gender. I am attracted to people regardless of what is in their pants or if they personally identify as a man, woman, non binary, genderfluid, and so on and so forth.” 

 “….so you don’t like penises or vaginas? Are you asexual?” 

“Ugh. No. I like both of those. I like either of them. That’s not the point. I just….ugh. I like everyone, okay? I just like people. People are very attractive. All of them. I like them all.” 

 “….So you’re a nymphomaniac? You want to have sex with everyone?” 

“… I have personal standards and taste in what I like in a person specifically. It just isn’t based on their gender.” 

 “Oh….so….You’d have sex with me then?” 



CLYDE: Bye Bebe!

CLYDE: Thanks again!

BEBE: Have fun being the hottest thing around tonight!

CLYDE: Haha I won’thavetotrytoohard byeee!

CLYDE: Whew.

CLYDE: Finally, I can relax for a few.

CLYDE: And it’s only–






CLYDE: UGH it takes FOREVER to get everything on I’m gonna be so hecking late they’re all gonna make fun of me!






CLYDE: I gotta get my DAD to buy me more SCOTCH TAPE!





CLYDE: I’m all dressed.

CLYDE: In the name of blood I’m gonna suck you!






Wrong Place, Right Time.

Request from anon: Hey. Love your writing. Can I request a fic where Reader sleeps naked. Bucky’s so exhausted after a mission he barely can keep his eyes open and doesn’t realize he’s off by a floor, quickly showers, and collapses into bed. Next morning Bucky wakes up with no way to leave the bed without waking Reader. Both of them are mortified when they realize what’s happened but eventually it leads to them revealing they’ve had feelings for each other for a long time. (Smut or fluff, but preferably both). <3

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2,456

Warnings: Smut, swearing, NSFW, unprotected sex…..anything I have missed let me know!

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

It had been the fifth mission in as many days for The Avengers and they were all exhausted; Bucky more so given that he was still having a daily fight with the memories that taunted him 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and so as they all headed to their respective living quarters he attempted to do the same. A feat of which was made more difficult by the fact that it was becoming increasingly harder to keep his eyes open. 

One by one each of the team left the lift and soon enough he was the only one left to reach his room. He turned his attention to the buttons on the panel at the side of the doors – his vision wasn’t exactly his best friend at the moment though so the buttons that would usually be so clear were now completely out of focus for the tired soldier.

The only option he had if he wanted to get any form of sleep tonight was to go on memory and press the one he was sure he usually did.

By the time the lift doors opened he was particularly asleep. His aching body all but fell on the floor as he stumbled over to what he believed to be his room.

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anonymous asked:

could you do something spooky for the8? if not maybe xu minghao? Or 徐明浩? (I'm desperate)

me hearing the phone ring: did someone say,,,,,statue-turned-to-life minghao au ?????????? (some1 take microsoft word away from me)

  • there’s a statue in a public park not too far away from the new house you just moved into,,,,,
  • for some reason,,,,the statue - unlike those you’d see in a museum or adorning the inside of someones palace - the stature,,,,,felt like it was real
  • like at some point,,,,,this person,,,,had lived - had moved around, spoke, and wasn’t forever cast in stone
  • someone you met in the park had told you the statue was of a xu minghao, a local legend - the most handsome man to ever come out of this town
  • you looked at the statue and couldn’t find a date or an artists name
  • “he probably didn’t even exist, to be honest they just sculpted a pretty boy and put it in here for aesthetics.”
  • you couldn’t accept that reality though,,,,,,,it irked you
  • for a while you avoided walking through that park, you had felt like the statue’s eyes were watching. that the hands would subtly shift, the pose of the boy tilting a little more forward or a little more to the left
  • with cold weather approaching and people sharing spooky stories at work,,,,you had felt almost childish taking the long route around the park home
  • but you didn’t want,,,,,,,that statue to come to life
  • even though,,,rationally,, you knew that couldn’t happen
  • then came the evening where you’d been working overtime and taking the long way home would have just exhausted you more - so without questioning it too much - you cut through the park
  • from a distance, you could see the statue of xu minghao
  • he was in forever pose of reaching out - like he was just about to grab something,,,,,,,,,,or someone
  • even though it was a statue, you couldn’t help but agree with what that person told you one time, his features were handsome and looked starkly like that of someone royal,,,,,,
  • you cast your eyes down and hurried past it
  • with one foot practically out the park gate, you heard it - the voice
  • “standing there was making my back hurt, i should go see if junhui is ok on the otherside of the park.”
  • you froze,,,,,,,,,,,,,,junhui? otherside of the park? ,,,,,,,
  • you didn’t want to look over your shoulder, but at the same time you had to - your exhaustion was absolutely gone and instead there was a tingle of fear ,,,,, and excitement
  • “oh, are you going to look or not?”
  • the voice suddenly spoke again and you jumped, turning to see that that voice was in fact addressing you
  • and the person who the voice belonged to was non other than,,,,,,,,,,,,,xu minghao
  • who had turned from stone to human - those handsome features in the flesh
  • “didn’t think i was real, huh?
  • he joked in a lighthearted voice, running a hand through his hair and jumping off the stand he had just been permanently fixated to
  • “xu- xu - m-minghao?”
  • you managed and he grinned, showing of an equally as handsome smile
  • “you’ve got it, the boy statue at your service. well not really, im going to go see junhui so i can be of your service latter.”
  • you weren’t sure if this was a dream or like,,,,a nightmare
  • either way it couldn’t be real,,,,,,he was a statue,,,,but this person before you had skin, an beautiful brown eyes, and color in his clothes
  • you pinched yourself, once, twice, three times
  • till minghao winced and reached over to grab your hand “that looks like it hurts, stop it.”
  • his grip was warm,,,,,,,,,like a humans
  • “s-s-s-statue,,,,,,”
  • he let go and titled his head “yes, boy statue. that’s me.”
  • you looked around and saw no one else was around, the park was desolate and you were sure that whoever this junhui person was,,,,,,they probably were a boy statute too - huh
  • “hey, i know you.” 
  • minghao leaned closer, searching your face with his eyes. they moved quickly and you were sure your heart might stop: either from how close he was or the fact that he hadn’t been able to blink two minutes before
  • “you’re new in town!” he leaned back with a knowing grin “im glad you moved here, the people here can be eyesores but you’re cute.”
  • he looked over his shoulder and your heart felt conflicted: a statue just called you cute. a handsome statue. but like. a statue
  • “ugh i think someone’s coming pretty soon, i wont be able to get over to junhui in time.”
  • turning back to you, minghao laughed at your still stunned face
  • “you have questions, don’t you?”
  • you could only nod and then watch as he walked over, climbing up on his stand again
  • “i can’t answer much, i don’t remember when i became like this,,,,,,” he added solemnly,,,,,,,then said something in what you presumed was chinese
  • he stood back up and you realized he was going to pose again - did that mean he was going to turn back to stone??
  • you reached forward and touched his hand, minghao looked down at you and bent over again
  • “what? you want real me to stay a little longer?” he teased and you looked at him the same way he had looked at you, taking in every feature
  • “stare all you want cute stranger,,,,,but promise me you’ll come through the park more often. i don’t think i could get tired of your face.”
  • he put his hand against your cheek, warm and you felt your heart rush
  • there wasn’t any fear anymore,,,,,just that feeling when you see someone,,,,,,and something about them is captivating
  • but before you could do much he was standing back up
  • assuming the same pose as he always did, you watched as his skin turned back to grayish stone
  • “ill visit you!” you managed to get out before the stone overtook his face, but you could have sworn in the last minute a faint smile graced his lips till they were stone once again
  • a second later you heard laughter and a couple scurried through the park, not even bothering to spare a glance at you or the statue
  • you looked back up at minghao, reaching out and touching the stone hand. it was cold,,,,,,as to be expected
  • but the spot where he’d touched on your cheek - that was still warm
  • and you walked home,,,,,,touching it every now and then,,,,,,,,would anyone believe you - when you told them the nicest compliment you’ve gotten in a long time was from,,,,,a boy statue 
Tease pt. 2 (M)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: angst, fluff and a little bit of smut

Word Count: 2,337

Summary: (33- “Bite me” “If you insist.”) Ever since you moved next door to Baekhyun, you have been the victim of his teasing and you had enough.

A/N: Hi, sorry everyone. I know I said I’d post sooner but I’ve been hella busy and I had really bad writer’s block. But here it is and I hope you enjoy!

Part 1, Part 2

Originally posted by sefuns

Part 2

He can’t see you the same anymore. Baekhyun can’t see you the same in class, when you walk by him with your friends, and now he can’t see you the same at Suho’s party. 

He didn’t expect to see you there. He thought you were so invested in your studies that you didn’t have time to go out, let alone go to a party. 

Ever since the day you humiliated him and left him with a hard on, he couldn’t look you in the eye. He hasn’t spoken to you and you haven’t spoken to him. 

You assumed he finally understood the annoyance and extremity of his teasing after you gave him a taste of his own medicine. But little did you know that he had other things in mind. 

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Hi, Emma!First of all, your writing is gorgeous. Second, can you write an imagine where the reader is really shy and kinda like the sunshine of the group; she has a big crush on Kai and everyone can see it and Kai finds it adorable. Thank you, love! 💗

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Yellow ribbons strung down from the ceiling like rainfall, soft party music thumping quietly through the room, guests clad in pastel colors. It was Caroline’s get together, so obviously she’d planned the entire thing, so the usually darkish red feel of the Salvatore home looked like a unicorn had thrown up all over the place. The smell of homemade cookies wafted throughout the house, pink balloons in every corner, guests pouring in through the front door by the minute. The gang sat huddled around the living room, chatter echoing around their little group, broken by the sound of the ringing doorbell.

“I got it!” the girl jumped up at once, a hopeful look on her face.

“Expecting someone?” Elena cocked her head with raised brows.

“Pshh, no,” the girl waved her hand, unable to hide the warmth growing in her cheeks.

She skipped across the wooden floors, tripping on her high heels as she stumbled for the doorknob. Her fingers locked around it, pulling the wooden frame open to reveal exactly who she’d hoped to see.

“Hi,” she giggled giddily, pulling Kai Parker into the house.

“Hi,” he smiled back, that grin sending her heart into overdrive. He spun around so that the girl’s back was forced into the door, his blue eyes devouring her up. 

“Kai?” she asked, chewing at her lip when he didn’t say anything.

“Mmm,” he said, eyes flickering back up to hers, “couldn’t help myself,” he shrugged.

“Oh,” she blushed furiously, looking over her pastel blue dress, which hugged at her hips, her feet snug in the flowery white heels she wore, hair falling in a perfect halo around her pretty face.

“Where’s your color?” she asked, nudging Kai’s front playfully. He wore a black blazer over white shirt, paired with the usual ripped skinnies, brown hair pushed up into that cute little do.

“I don’t do colorful,” he snickered, stepping aside, “plus, I wouldn’t want to take any of the attention away from you,” he winked.

She laughed as they entered the living room, every head around the table raised to look at the two as they walked over in sync towards the group. The girl went to sit by Kai, but Caroline grabbed her wrist and forced her away before she had the chance, false smile plastered to her lips. They were playing some kind of board game, and usually she would have been all for it, but today she only had eyes for the heretic, who kept beaming at her from the other side of the oak table.

“Ugh, stop that,” Caroline hissed under her breath.

“Stop what?” she said, snapping from her trance.

“Stop with the heart eyes, I’m gonna puke.”

“You can tell?!”

“Everyone can,” Elena whispered from beside her.

Kai looked up at the girl, who shielded her face with embarrassment, Kai raising a brow at Caroline and Elena, who guarded either side of his girl.

“Come on, you can do better than him,” Elena said, brown eyes giving a roll. “You’re an innocent little sweetheart, and he’s…” Elena drifted off as Kai absentmindedly hexed one of the board game pieces into having a seizure.

“You’re gonna lecture me on good guys? Look at who you’re dating,” she scoffed.

Damon coughed and brought his piercing eyes up to hers from over the table, “I can hear that, you know.”

“Sorry,” she stuttered instantly, “you know I don’t mean it that way.”

“None taken,” he laughed. “I actually enjoy watching you get all hot and heavy over your crush,” he sang aloud so the whole room could hear.

Everything went quiet, movement freezing, awkward silence strung thick in the air. The girl buried her face in her arms to avoid looking at Malachai Parker, who’s full lips were twitching with amusement. 

“Uh, who wants to go next?” Stefan cleared his throat as she pulled herself up and bolted out of the room and around the wall.

“Damon!” Elena scolded him with a shake of her head.

“Sorry,” he said, not sounding even a little sorry.

The girl was out the front door in seconds, heading into the garden and sinking down onto a patch of green grass under the shade of a low hanging tree. She lay her head back onto the bark, legs stretched over the lawn, eyes only blinking open when she felt Kai’s presence beside her. 

“Hey,” he tried with a smile.

“Hi,” she said, eyes forward.

“If it makes you feel better, I lit Damon on fire after you left.”

“What?!” she gasped in shock, turning her head to look at Kai.

He gave a snort, “kidding. But I will, if you want me to, princess.”

“No, it’s-just-it’s okay,” she sighed, tucking her knees into her chest.

“Hey, hey,” Kai cooed, offering her a hand and pulling her to her feet.

“I’m sorry about, that…” she trailed off, unable to hold the heretic’s intense gaze.

“Don’t apologize,” he said, fingers crawling under her chin and bringing her head to his, “it’s adorable.”

“What?” she stammered.

He chuckled and tucked a piece of hair behind her ears, lips splitting into a grin, “I like you liking me.”

“Oh?” she asked, heart racing.

The sunlight skimmed through the tree branches and danced across his face, illuminating his perfectly defined features.

“You get all, you know,” he smiled, licking his lips, “flustered.”

“I do not!” she laughed.

“Mm?” he said, trailing the back of his hand down her cheek, silver rings grazing her flesh. She shivered under his touch, goosebumps jumping to her skin as she dipped her head to the side.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked.

“Kai-” she began, but he’d already hoisted his arms under her thighs, scooping the girl up into his arms and locking her firmly in place against his chest. Her hands instinctively flew around his neck as he began to twirl her around, her vision blurring as the world spun under his feet, unable to restrain their chortles of laughter.

“You literally swept me off my feet, Malachai Parker,” she giggled as he came to stop, still holding her there, enjoying the feeling of her legs straddling him.

“Did you not want me to?” he challenged, letting her go for a brief second, scooping her back up as she yelped in surprise.

“No, I did, I mean I do, I mean I-” she shook her head as she tripped over her words.

Kai snickered, blue eyes drawn to her lips, “god, I want to eat you up.”

“So what’s stopping you?”

She’d said it without thinking, instantly freezing over as her words settled in.

Kai arched an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side, “wasn’t expecting that.”

“Why? Because I’m-”

“The good girl,” he finished. 

She nodded, brushing her fingers lightly through Kai’s hair, “yeah.”

“You’re like sunshine, sweetheart. You can’t enter any room without bringing that light about with you,” he babbled affectionately. “I’d feel bad, like I’m corrupting you or something,” he said, lips bent.

The setting sun set orange flares across their faces, a heavy tension settling between the two.

“Well, where there’s sunshine, there’s gotta be a little darkness, right?” she murmured.

Kai bent into her mouth, their noses touching, breath fanning across her parted lips. 

“Yeah?” he breathed huskily, blue eyes boring into her own, his lips starving and begging to be devoured.

“Yeah,” she said, closing the gap between them as her lips went crashing into Kai’s, hands grabbing at his hair as her back went slamming into the tree he pushed her against, a groan escaping her lips. One taste was all she needed to be addicted to Malachai Parker, his mouth like nicotine she craved, their lips in a constant battle together, bodies entwined, hands never knowing where to travel first. And so they kissed, light and darkness forever trapped in the fleeting embrace of one another.

good morning guys! good night! 

something i scribbled quickly.. it’s shoddy.. sorry

Handsome Jack©Borderlands
-going to bed-©me

Good Girl CH 6: First Day

“No.” I deadpan.

“But Joo-ya, it’s required.” Jin holds the uniform out to me.

“Absolutely not. I will look like a child.”

“If you don’t change I’m just going to bring you to Xiumin hyung and have him do it,” Yoongi threatens, tired of this argument. I snatch the uniform out of Jin’s hand and stomp upstairs to my room. After I change I look at myself in the full-length mirror, kind of hating how childish it makes me look. I had to change my hair because I had it in two braids to just leaving it naturally curly. Since it’s the beginning of winter I decided to wear the dark blue sweater under my gray jacket. The matching gray skirt ends mid thigh but my thigh high socks thankfully keeps the rest of my leg warm. A cute peacoat came with the uniform that is the same dark blue as my socks and sweater. I’m not surprised when I get down stairs and the first thing Jin does is fix my cherry red tie that I messed up on.

The other boys are standing there waiting in their matching uniforms, navy pants, a gray jacket, and a nice white button up. Yoongi, being the rebel that he is, has his tie loosely hanging on his neck while the others most likely had theirs tied by Jin like me.

“Jin oppa,” I call out when we get in the massive SUV that they drive around, I sit in the middle with Yoongi and Hoseok. “Why are you driving to school? Don’t you have work?”

He nods, “I’m going to bring the rest of your stuff to the house after I drop you guys off.”

“Am I going with you guys after school too?”

Namjoon shakes his head before turning to face us in the passenger’s seat, “One of the other guys will take you home.”

“Kitty or Dragon oppa?” I ask hopeful it won’t have to be one of the ones that denied me yesterday but from the way Namjoon looks at me, I know I’m not that lucky. “Ugh, I don’t want to see them,” I grumble as I rest my head on a sleeping Yoongi’s shoulder.

“They want to see you,” Tae says resting his head on the back of my seat.

“Don’t tease me Tae,” I roll my eyes at the younger boy.

He chuckles, “I’m not teasing, it’s only been two days and those boys already miss you.”

“You guys talked to them?”

Jimin leans forward so he’s even with Tae, “Yep, and they couldn’t stop asking about you. They kept asking all these questions about you getting ready to move you in and about what you like. You should have heard them on the phone this morning. Trust us Noona, they miss you”

“They sure don’t know how to show it,” I scoff.

“That’s because they don’t know how to talk to girls who they want to have more then sex with. They can show it physically in case you can’t tell,” I think back to all of the physical affection I received, “but the minute you ask them how they feel about you, they shut down.”

“How come Kitty and Dragon do it just fine?”

“We aren’t sure,” Hoseok shrug. “But Joo-ya you have to be careful around them, no isn’t something they hear often so incase you haven’t noticed, they don’t react well to it.”

“That is something I can understand, rejection isn’t my favorite either.”

“Jooyoung, we are serious. Only use that word when you have to. Xiumin hyung’s reaction yesterday is very calm for how they normally react to someone turning them down, so please be cautious.” Jin warns.

“Yes, Oppa,” I say softly as I snuggle into Yoongi’s side. He wakes up and wraps an arm around me before going back to sleep. I sleep the rest of the drive, having to wake up at 5:45 to get ready isn’t something I’m use to. When the boys texted me last night telling me to be ready by 6:20 I was about ready to cry but when I thought about the drive I figured I could gain an hour back. We got to school by 7:30, there were already cars lined up in front the gate to get it, all nice and over expensive cars most driven by shofars. I’m surprised when Jin drives past the line and strait up to the iron gate that opens automatically. We drive in, the gate closing behind us, around the water fountain to the marble steps that lead to the school. Jin parks there and climbs out, everyone follows suit. Yoongi keeps his arm around my shoulders as we walk up the stairs.

The doors are opened by older men in suits who bow as we enter. I’m in aw at the massive open entrance, two massive flights of stairs on each floor lead up to the next. The large glass doom over head lets in the light of the rising sun, making the already beautiful room seem more amazing. I’m pulled out of my daze as Yoongi drags me down one the halls where the rest of our group has already disappeared in.

“You will have plenty of time to gawk later, we need to get your schedule,” Yoongi scolds as we turn once again to find a little sitting room, with a pretty lady sitting at a desk. She is leaning forward on her desk, showing what little cleavage she has to a very annoyed but too polite Jin.

“Can we talk later, I have things to do,” Jin says trying to not let his irritation show in his voice.

“If we have to Jin-ssi,” She purrs, oh my god, I want to throw up. “Let me just find that schedule you were looking for, could you tell me the name again?”

“Kim Jooyoung,” He says, I’m guessing for the second time.

“That’s a wonderful name, it’s another one of your boys?” She looks past him, eyeing the five behind him.

“Thank you, but no,” I say with a bitter sweet smile as Yoongi and I reach the desk. Her flirty smile falters as she scans me; she quickly straitens her self and suddenly becomes professional. “My schedule if you please.”

The boys snicker behind me as the women types quickly into her computer, “You can have a seat, the headmaster himself would like to talk to you, it’s going to be a while.” She looks back to Jin, “I guess that means we can have that talk now.”

“I actually have to get going, I have somewhere to be,” Jin backs away, “Have a good first day Joo-ya.” He kisses my forehead before basically running out of the waiting area. I have to do my best to keep myself from laughing at the grimace she makes when he is gone.

“How long are we going to have to wait?” Namjoon asks the depressed receptionist.

“I’ll page him but he said he had a really important meeting this morning,” She picks up her phone and dials a number. “Hello Sir, I know you are waiting for your important meeting but a new student is here,” She pauses, “Kim Jooyoung.” She looks as if she is about to cry when he responds.

The double doors to her left fly open and there stands a very nicely dressed Suho. He quickly scans the seven of us, stopping when he finds me and Yoongi, still hooked together; his eyes narrow. Yoongi notices and takes his arms off me slowly, giving me an apologetic smile as he looks to his other friends, “We should be heading to class guys.”

“But Yoongi oppa,” I whine as him and the others head toward the door.

“We will see you in class,” Namjoon gives me a wave, while the others can’t even meet my eyes because they know; they are leaving me to the wolves. I look at a very tense Suho, whose glare is still fixed on the boys as they leave.

“Please come in,” Suho steps to the side and gestures me to go in. When he can tell I’m hesitant he takes a deep breath before trying again, “Jooyoung, please come in.” Without a word I shuffle inside, stopping right inside the door. “In one of the chairs please.” I obey once again and sit down in one of the comfortable chairs in front of the massive mahogany desk. The doors close behind me; the click of a lock loud and clear in the silence. I look over my shoulder at him, nervousness must be obvious on my face because he tries his best to give me a warm smile.

“You could have just had her give me my schedule,” I tell him as he walks around the desk to sit in his chair.

He nods, scooting closer and resting his elbows on the desk, “I could have, but then I wouldn’t have been able to see you.”

I can’t help but be cold, even with that smile, “Why would you want to see me?”

“Because I missed you, even though I have only known you for a short time, I missed you.”

I chuckle humorlessly, “You aren’t attached to me, remember? You are one of the reasons I left in the first place.” I can tell he is hurt by my words but I don’t care.

“I’m sorry, but didn’t you tell us that you would react to you the same way we reacted to you the next time we met?”

“I did.”

“Well,” He gives me that amazing soft smile again, “I’m trying to be warm but you are icying me out.”

I take a deep breath as I try to forget about the embarrassment I felt two days ago, “Understand that I don’t do stuff like that often, ask people what I mean to them because I know I won’t want to hear the answer, and you guys strait up denied me.”

“And we are sorry, so please Jooyoung, please forgive us and give us one more chance.”

“This isn’t because Kitty oppa threatened you right? You are doing this of my own free will?” I clarify.

He nods giving me a big smile, “Xiumin hyung is much better at expressing what is going on in his head than us, in fact he can explain to us what’s going on in our heads before us.” I nod, “So are we okay?”

I smile, “We are good. But can I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” He beams at me.

“What is our relationship?”

He pauses, thinking over his answer, “I can’t give you a simple answer to that, but the best way I can describe it is that you are our Jooyoung and I am your Suho.”

“My Suho? What does that mean?”

“It means that we don’t have lines in our relationship, I can be many different things, just like any of the others can be many different things.”

“What kind of things?” The question sounds more perverted then I intended.

He grins before signaling me to come over to the other side. I hesitantly stand up and walking around the desk; yelping slightly when he pulls me on to his lap. With one hand on my back and the other resting on the bare skin of my thigh, in between my stockings and skirt, I feel kind of like a child on his lap.

“Anything. We can help you in school as a tutor. Listen to any of your problems as a friend. Protect you as a father. Touch you as lover.” As he speaks his hand slowly makes it way higher up my thigh under my skirt. “You just tell us baby girl and we will be it. Understand?”

I gulp and nod.

He kisses my forehead and squeezes my thigh, “Good girl.” Someone starts banging on the door; I try and jump off of Suho’s lap but his light touches suddenly becomes a death grip as the banging continues.

“Oppa let go!” I whisper as I try and swat his hands away with no luck.

“Hyung!” A familiar voice yells from the other side of the door.

“Those idiots have some timing,” Suho grumbles as he reaches under his desk and presses a button. The lock clicks and the door busts open, followed by five boys tumbling in, I cling to Suho at sudden intrusion. “Close the door behind you,” He orders when they stand and dust themselves off.

“So demanding,” Kai mumbles as he obeys, locking the door again. They all stare wide-eyed at the position I’m in. “Well good to know everything is working out.”

“Noona!” Sehun whines as he comes running forward, not even caring about the glares he receives from his hyungs. I’m stunned to see concern on his handsome face instead of his normal bitch face. “Suho hyung, you were supposed to tell us when she got here so we could do this together.”

“It’s okay,” Suho says back, “I figured it out, you guys just need to apologize too.”

Sehun grabs both of my hands and gets in real close as if we are filming a scene for a drama, “Noona, I am really sorry. Will you forgive me?”

I pull one of my hands free and stroke the younger’s head affectionately, “Yes, I forgive you.”

“Yay!” His sudden cuteness throws me off more when he hugs, only for a second before Suho pushes him away.

“Why do you get to hold her?” Panda comes forward with his arms crossed of his chest.

“I need to hug her to apologize properly,” Elf coos, his arms out stretched for me.

“I think I’ll save my apology for later,” Kai grins at me, “When we have more privacy.”

“It’s actually time for class so you guys can save your flirting for later,” Suho says firmly as he finally lets me down. I land on the ground with a click of my one inch heels.

“I will take her to class!” Panda yells jumping up and down.

“None of you will be taking her to class, so get your hug and scram.” With that there is a sudden mob of boys fighting over me. Elf wins by literally kicking all of the others out of the way.

“I’m sorry for being such a dick and not admitting I really like you,” He whispers in my ear before reluctantly handing me over to Panda.

“You look so cute in your uniform,” Panda coos at me, “Do you like mine?” He spins around once, posing a few times making me laugh.

“You look very handsome Oppa,” I say threw my laughs.

He smiles at me, “And you look very beautiful when you laugh.”

“My turn,” Kai whispers in my ear when he suddenly comes up behind and back hugs me. “I’m sorry baby girl.” I pause for a second, surprised when my alarms don’t go off, but with their silence I place my hands over Kai’s and lean into his embrace. Something that surprises even him.

“No alarms,” I answer the question they’re all thinking. “You must have had a very drastic change of heart.”

He nuzzles into the crook of my neck, “So no jumping away whenever I touch you?” I nod, earning me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Good.”

“Now you,” I slip from Kai’s grip to come face to face with a silent Owl. His eyes get wider as I come closer and I’m reminded of when I attacked him a few nights ago. “I think I should be apologizing to you.” I say honestly, surprising the nervous boy, “I seem to always scare you, I’m sorry.”

“You are beautiful,” He blurts out, automatically blushing at his own words. “You don’t scare me, I just get nervous, I’m sorry for making you feel otherwise. I’m also sorry for making you feel unwanted when we really do.” He bows quickly before rushing off to stand in the corner of the room.

“Wow, I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard him talk to a girl,” Elf chuckles as he rests his arm on my shoulders, “You should feel honored.”

Another knock on the door makes everyone freeze. I slip out from Elf’s reach and sit back down in one of the chairs in front of Suho. I can’t even hear the door unlock this time but when I opens I am out of my seat again, rushing towards the new comer.

“Ji-ya!” I yell excitedly.

She is dumbstruck for a minute before she realizes who the girl hugging her is me, “Joo-ya?” She holds me at arms length, giving me a once over before pulling me back in for a hug. “Joo-ya!”

We swing around for a second before Suho clears his throat to get our attention, “Ladies, if you would please calm down.” It takes us a second but we manage to somewhat calm down, our hands latched together, massive grins on our faces and little giggles slipping from our lips.

“Sorry Headmaster,” Jihyo says as she bows, still not managing to keep a strait face.

“Yea, sorry Headmaster,” I mumble, noticing the way Suho’s sudden professionalism falters at my cuteness.

“Ms. Choi, you will be in charge of taking Ms. Kim to all of her classes today, I assume you two know each other,” Suho eyes us both.

We nod in unison.

“I would have never guessed you two would be close friends,” Kai scoffs, his jerk side showing suddenly. I glare at him.

“What are you guys doing in here?” Jihyo asks narrowing her eyes on the group of boys in the corner.

“Don’t worry about them Ms. Choi, they just busted in like the hooligans they are, interrupting mine and Ms. Kim’s meeting,” Suho chuckles. He reaches under his desk again and holds out a cute backpack that matches my uniform. “This is your backpack.”

“It is?” I question as he lets it go in my hand, the weight of the bag almost knocking me down. Jihyo easily hold me up, laughing at my struggle. “What is in here?”

“Your necessities, notebooks, pens, pencils, a computer and a few other things. Sorry if it’s a bit much,” Suho gives me an apologetic smile.

“No, it great, thank you Headmaster.”

“Good, here is your schedule Ms. Kim,” He hands me a piece of paper. “And you can have Ms. Choi take you to lunch in the lounge.”

“She can get into the lounge?” Jihyo stares at Suho in disbelief. “I just got in their myself, I thought you had to be a member for a whole year before you can invite another person.”

“Ms. Kim is a member already, you just need to show her the way.”

Jihyo nods excitedly before grabbing my hand once again, “Since that is all, we will be going.”

“Wait!” Sehun stops us, “We’ll walk with you.”

“No thanks,” Jihyo gives him a cold smile before leading me out the door.

I Love You ‘Til the Sun Dies

I was requested to do and imagine base on the song “Little Do You Know” by Alex and Sierra, I know @imagine-mix-fandoms already did and imagine based off that song, which was amazing, so please go read that as well! I combined this request with an imagine of my own, so enjoy!

Imagine: You and Eric going through each other’s fear landscape. You learn why Eric is the way he is, and he finds out that you are scared of him.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault and death!

“Eric, please don’t,” you beg with tears streaming down your face.

“I can’t believe I ever fell for a piece of Divergent trash like you,” Eric says with a gun pointed to your head, his face holds an expression of pure disgust, “but don’t worry sweetheart, I make this easy for you. It’ll be a quick death.”

He pulls the trigger.

You jolt awake gasping for air. Your face is covered in tears and body in sweat.

“You okay Y/N?” Eric asks opening his sleep filled eyes and looking at you.

“I-I’m fine.” You quickly respond, looking away from him. You’ve been waking up from this nightmare every day since the attack in Candor during the war, which had ended weeks ago. Since then, Eric was forgiven for what he did, and was given back his leadership position, Divergents were now safe, and you knew that Eric would never hurt you; however, this did not stop the nightmares from coming.

“Y/N, please telling me what’s bothering you. You wake up from these nightmares every fucking day and you won’t tell me what they’re about. Talk to me baby,” He was now fully awake, he grabs your chin and makes you face him, “Please Y/N, I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“It’s nothing Eric, really,” How could you ever tell him that your nightmares were about him killing you, I would break his heart. He clearly didn’t believe you, so you leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss, trying to talk his mind off it.

He eventually pulled back, with a disappointed look on his face, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but remember, I’m always here if you need to talk.” With that, he got up and walked out of the room.

‘I’m sorry Eric, I wish I could tell you, but I can’t,’ you thought.

“Where are we going Eric?” You asked, he held your hand leading you through the dark hallways of the Dauntless compound.

“Do you trust me Y/N,” He stopped walking and looked back at you, you nodded, “Then shut up and stop asking me!”

He finally stopped in front of the familiar room that you hadn’t seen since your initiation. The fear landscape room.

“Eric why are we here?” You question.

“We’ve been together for almost a year now, and I realized that you barely even know anything about me, so I thought what better way for you to get know me than going through my fears,” He says with a hopeful expression on his face.

“Eric, you don’t have t-”

“But I want to.” He said getting out the syringes.

“How many fears do you have?” You ask.

“Eight,” You can’t shake off the feeling that you’re invading his privacy, but he really wants this so you go with it, “Ready?

You nod as he injects himself; he then brushes your hair away from your neck and injects you.

Suddenly you find yourself trapped inside a small box, the walls closing in on you, claustrophobia. You look over at Eric, he is sitting, jaw-clenched, staring at the wall in front of him, you shake him, “Eric snap out of it and do something!”

He then takes a deep breath and puts his legs out pushing against the wall in front of him, you decide to do the same with the opposite wall, Eric counts to three and you both push, the scene changes.

You two are now standing in an open field, you look around and then back at Eric who is standing beside you stiffly, suddenly a flock of birds fly down and surround you, you see Eric taking shallow breaths, and try to stifle a giggle, “Your scared of birds?!”

He narrows his eyes at you, “Are you making fun of me Y/N?”

“No! Not at all! I’m just surprised that the big bad Eric is scared of birds,” You laugh.

“Says the girl who’s scared of itty bitty spiders,” he says rolling his eyes.

You punch him in the shoulder and say, “Now do something so we can get out of here.”

He walks up to the birds, bends down, and picks one up. He stands there for a second just staring at it with his jaw clenched, then gently pets its head, and I let out a small laugh as the birds and field disappear.

One by one, we went through the rest of his fears, being buried alive, failure, killing his loved ones, etc. Until we finally got to his final fear, we were standing in a dark alley somewhere in Erudite, there were five large men dressed in blue, three of the men stood holding an unfamiliar girl with a beaten and bruised face, and two of them held Eric who was struggling in their hold.

“ERIC!” The girl calls out.

“ELIZABETH!” Eric yells back with a pained expression, “Fuck!”

When he finally gets out of the grasp of the men, the girl changes, she is now in black clothing, she is still bruised and bleeding, and she has a tattoo of a dream catcher on her forearm. Wait, what?! You look at her face closely. It’s you.

“Eric…?” You look towards Eric, who is standing next to you wide eyed and frozen, “Eric!” You shake him.

“It changed,” His whisper is barely audible, simulation you lets out an agonizing scream, right before she is slapped across the face by one of the men.

“ERIC!” You hear yourself yell his name. This is so fucking strange. I’ve never seen Eric look so scared, his face has gone pale, his eyes are wide and he’s barely blinking, his jaw is clenched, and his hands are in shaking fists. One man grabs the neckline of your shirt and tears it apart, you scream once again, and thrash in the hold of the other two. You suddenly knew exactly what was happening.

Fuck I have to end this,’ You think to yourself, you stand in front of Eric and grab his face, forcing him to look down at you, “It’s okay Eric! I’m okay! Look at me Eric, I’m okay!”

When nothing worked you stood up on your toes and kissed him, eventually his heart rate slowed down and when you finally broke the kiss, the two of you were back in the fear landscape room. Eric looked around and collapsed to his knees.

You instantly kneeled down next to him, “Eric what was that? What was happening?”

“I-it was always her but now it’s you! It’s you Y/N!”

“Just breathe Eric,” You grab his hand as he took a deep breath, “Now tell me.”

“Back in Erudite, just a month before my choosing ceremony, I had a one night stand with this girl, she was my older sister’s ex-boyfriend’s younger sister,” Older sister? You knew Eric’s two younger sisters, but you never knew he had an older one too, “to me it was nothing, but she wanted more, I rejected her. So one day after school, I walked to the place where my older sister, Elizabeth, worked, Mum wanted her to take me shopping for a new blazer. We took too long in the shop and it was getting dark outside, we knew Mum was going to be mad at us, so we decided to take a shortcut home. Fuck that was the biggest mistake in my life,” He put his head in his hands and continued, “We were passing by this alleyway, I was leading the way, when suddenly Elizabeth screamed, I turned around, but I was held back by two men, two others held Elizabeth, and there was a fifth man, Elizabeth’s ex. To get back at Lizzy for breaking up with him, and at me for breaking his fucking sister’s heart, they raped and killed her in front of me, and I don’t know I fucking lived through that, but I did. It left my family shattered, and left me angry and full of hatred, and that’s why I chose dauntless on Choosing Day.”

“Oh my God, Eric I- I don’t know what to say,” You say quietly, trying to take in all the information you had just received, looking down as your lap.

“It’s okay Y/N, I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything in there, it was always her, always, and suddenly it changed to you, and I didn’t know what to do,” He admits sadly.

“Eric, it’s okay, I understand,” You quickly respond, trying to comfort him.

“Let’s just go through your landscape,” He says getting up, you know he’s trying to get his mind off of what he just saw, but you can’t let him see your fears. If he sees the nightmare you have of him every night, it will break him.

“You’ve already seen it during my initiation,” You say.

“Yeah, but things change, and besides you haven’t been through it since then, it’s important for a dauntless to go through their fears often, we need to be able to handle them, in case they come back to haunt us in our real lives,” He says, trying to convince me.

“But, Eric-”

“I guess it’s fine if you don’t trust me enough to let me see,” You groan at Eric and his blackmailing skills, you mentally roll your eyes.

“Ugh, fine,” Maybe you’ll only have the same nine fears, maybe new fears don’t register with the serum that fast, you silently hope, as Eric injects the two of you once again.

One by one, you go through all nine of your familiar fears. Then everything goes dark, “Y/N? What’s going on, I thought you only had nine fears?”

You laugh uncomfortably, “Looks, like you were right Eric, things can change, I guess I have a new one.”

Suddenly the darkness disappears and you find yourself in Candor Headquarters, you’re on your knees, hands cuffed behind your back, you look up with wide eyes and see Eric standing above you, gun pointed to your head, this isn’t real you try to tell yourself, but you can’t bring yourself to believe it, it feels so real, “Eric, please don’t-”

“I can’t believe I ever fell for a piece of Divergent trash like you,” Eric says, his face holds an expression of pure disgust, “but don’t worry sweetheart, I make this easy for you. It’ll be a quick death.”

Your heart speeds up so fast you think it’ll explode, you start to cry, “Eric no! I’m sorry!”

He pulls the trigger.

You snap your eyes open gasping, you look around and you’re back in the landscape room.

“Y/N?” You just remembered that Eric saw all of that.

“Eric I-”

“Save it Y/N,” He tries to sound angry, but you can see how hurt he is, “I’ve tried to so hard to convince everyone that I’ve changed, but who the hell is gonna believe me, if my fucking girlfriend’s even scared of me!”

“Eric! Wait, I’m so fucking sorry! Eric?!” You call after him as he storms out of the room. After a while you walk to your best friend’s apartment, you thought it would be best to leave Eric alone for now, at least until you could think of a way of showing him how you feel.

You were in your friend’s guest bedroom, when suddenly you got an idea; you got out a piece of paper and started to write:

Little do you know, how I’m breaking while you fall asleep
Little do you know, I’m still haunted by the memories
Little do you know, I’m trying to pick myself up piece by piece
Little do you know, I need a little more time
Underneath it all I’m held captive by the hole inside
I’ve been holding back for the fear that you might change your mind
I’m ready to forgive you but forgetting is a harder fight
Little do you know, I need a little more time.

You walk back to yours and Eric’s shared apartment, knowing he wouldn’t be home yet, and go into your room, and fold the note in half, you put it on top of his laptop and leave, praying that this would work.

The next morning your friend comes into your room, waking you, “Y/N! Get up!”

“What?” You grumble.

“I was just about to leave for work, when Eric asked me to give this to you,” she says handing you a folded piece of paper, your heart sank thinking that he rejected your note and returned it.

“W-what is it?” You ask her.

“I don’t know, I didn’t check,” she looks at her watch and says, “listen, I have to go now, but you can stay here as long as you want!”

“Thanks,” you call out as she leaves, you hear the door shut and you finally open the letter, your heart flutters at Eric’s familiar handwriting:

I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I love you like you’ve never felt the pain,
I’ll wait, I promise you don’t have to be afraid,
I’ll wait, The love is here and here to stay
So lay your head on me
Little do you know, I know you’re hurting while I’m sound asleep
Little do you know, all my mistakes are slowly drowning me
Little do you know, I’m trying to make it better piece by piece
Little do you know, I, I love you ‘til the sun dies.

You look up from the letter, trying to hold back your tears, and you see Eric standing in the doorway, he looks at you and says, “’little do you know, I, I love you ‘til the sun dies’.”

You jump off the bed and run into his arms, you finally let the tears release, “I’m so sorry Eric! I’m sorry!” You say through sobs.

“Shh, it’s okay,” He whispers kissing your forehead.  

 A/N: Ahh that was so long, I’m so sorry it took forever to write this, but I had exams going on, however I’m free for the rest of the week, so send in your requests!

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The Colour Of You

Ninth of my new Soulmate au stories.

Tag list: @rabidwrestlingfan @theprestigious0ne  @anonwriter-lady @somehow-lovable-trash @youngandbiitter @meowmeowp @waystobcwickcd @andy-blur @padfoot13 @fangeekkk @tardis1967

Warnings: None. I was a good girl.

Summary: Your eyes are the colour of your soulmate’s hair and when they dye it your eyes change colour.

Word Count: 3730


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neck tie [M]

word count: 858

genre: smut and fluff

reader x hyungwon

note: hai guys this is my first time doing fics after being inspired. i finally got up on my lazy self and finally wrote one lmao. it may not be as good as you think but then if you liked it, thank you ahahahaha

Originally posted by hellohyungwon

rip my heart ugh


It was a long day after you and Hyungwon have both finished work and were about to return home. Hyungwon, who was being such a caring husband towards you, always picking you up after he has finished his schedules as a Monsta X member. 

You are envied amongst your fellow female colleagues at work because you are married to such a charming guy, not only outside but on the inside too. Thus, everyday was a treat being with Hyungwon as you two have always been together as a loving couple for almost 2 years. He always knew that many of your close friends are jealous of your relationship with him and so are the other members of Monsta X. The other members are jealous of your relationship because Hyungwon was the first married member as of now, unlike how they expected. Because of that, the other members kept on pressuring the both of you to have children soon.

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Every Me And Every You - Thirty Seven

It took what seemed like forever for you to fall asleep, although from the sound of Spencer’s breathing it seemed like he’d had no trouble at all.

Your brain kept replaying the kisses, the kisses that had felt like fire burning your skin. The kisses that you’d both sworn wouldn’t happen.

What did it mean?

He’d instigated it, not you. He’d only had three small drinks that you could see, you didn’t think he was drunk. He certainly wasn’t acting it.

So what?

Was this…. was it becoming more to him than just sex, becoming more than just a friend leading a curious friend down a path of experimentation?

You were confused. So very confused. Tonight had been so different from every other time you’d been together. It had been gentle and soft, caring and almost loving. It had been a thousand times more intimate than the other things you’d done together. It had seemed less like fucking and more like… Ugh you hated the term, but the only way you could describe it yourself was ‘more like making love’.

But that was ridiculous. You two didn’t love each other. Nope. You didn’t even like each other that way. Sure you cared for him, and yes alright, you’d flown two and a half thousand miles to be with him in his time of need but that was just friend stuff right?

Fucking kissing. There should have never been any kissing.

It was only a kiss, Y/N.

Well, lots of kisses.

But still, it was only a kiss.

Just keep telling yourself that, yeah.

You weren’t sure what time you finally passed out, but when you awoke the next morning you were alone in the bed, a note folded on the table next to you.

Woke up early, have gone to apologise to my Mom. Come join us before you leave, I’m sure she’d want to say goodbye. 
Thank you again, for everything. And again, I’m sorry for yesterday. I know I was an idiot.”

You didn’t have to be at the airport for another three hours so you showered, washing the smell of sex off you, and dressed, packing up the rest of your belongings before driving your hire car to his mom’s hospital.

The receptionist was used to seeing you by now and you signed in, finding your own way to his mom’s room.

The door was nearly closed when you got there, only slightly ajar.

You were about to knock to announce your presence, when you heard your name mentioned.

You paused, listening.

“Mom, for the last time; it’s not like that between Y/N and I.” Spencer sounded exasperated.

“Really, because I don’t need to be a profiler to see that there’s clearly something there. You don’t fly across America for a friend at the drop of a hat, Spencer.”

“I didn’t ask her to come. I didn’t want her to come. She just did.”

“You might not have, but she obviously feels close enough to you to want to be near you in your time of need. And I’ve watched you two together, I can see that you have feelings for each other.”

“It’s not like that between us.” He was gritting his teeth now.

“Well it’s like that for her.”

“Well it’s not for me. We’re friends, nothing more. She’s nothing like that to me. We’ll never be anything more than friends. I could never be in a relationship with her, I would never want to be.”

You lowered your hand from where it was still poised ready to knock.



That was that then.


You suddenly felt wounded, hurt. Like someone had taken the wind out of your sails. He hadn’t wanted you there, you’d intruded. All of this thanking you was just Spencer trying to be polite.

There was no point in you being here now then, was there?

You backed away from the door and made your way back down to reception.

You left a note for Diana wishing her well before driving back to the airport and returning your car.

You checked in, and found a restaurant in the departure lounge, ordering some food to kill time before the flight.

You felt…. weird. Used, perhaps. Why call you saying he needed a friend if he didn’t mean it. Sure he hadn’t explicitly told you to hop on a plane but still, you don’t tell someone you need them when you’re not expecting something in return right?

“I could never be in a relationship with her, I would never want to be.”

That had stung. A lot. Like he’d slapped you across the face, or punched you in your stomach.

What was wrong with you that he’d never want to be in a relationship with you?

Why did this bother you?

Today was going to be a long day.

Around half an hour before you were due to board, your phone lit up. He was calling.

Better answer, you hadn’t left him any notes telling him you’d gone to the airport. He might think something had happened.

“Hello,” you answered flatly.

“Hey, are you not coming?”

“No, I overslept. I’ve gone straight to the airport.”

“Oh.” He sounded surprised. “But you left a note for my mom here?”


“Yeah, I erm… dropped it in on my way. I didn’t want her to think I’d left without saying goodbye to her.”

“So why did you? It would have only taken you two minutes to come and speak to her in person. She likes you, Y/N.”

Glad one of the Reid family does, you thought to yourself.

“Sorry.” Still flat.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“No Spencer, I did. I gotta go, they’re calling my flight.”

“No they’re….. ”

You disconnected, switching your phone off. Of course he knew they weren’t calling the flight. He probably knew the flight schedules off by heart.

The journey home was long and when you finally made it to your apartment, you set your alarm, making sure it was actually plugged in this time, and crawled straight into bed.

It was only when you were lying there in the dark that you finally admitted to yourself why Spencer’s words had bothered you.

Because you’d thought the kiss had meant something.

Because you’d wanted it to.

Straight Into Your Arms

Pairing: Peter X Reader
Warnings: none I think
A/N: I know you guys are waiting for part six of excuse my french but sadly ya girl’s having major writer’s block for that so pls pray for me (not even joking I’m trying so hard to finish that I’m writing other stuff to try and get my creativity flowing again, hence this random imagine). hope this little tidbit will hold you guys off until I can finish part six :/. this was a request for an imagine sorta based on the song “straight into your arms” by vance joy which is a cute af song I definitely recommend you guys listen to it



Peter rarely felt like himself anymore.

It often felt like a constant war was waging inside him - the part that was Peter Parker, and the part that was Spider-Man. He didn’t feel like he was the same person sometimes, which made sense, to him at least.

Peter Parker was nerdy and kind, he wasn’t tough or particularly brave. He was in a decathlon club and built lego death stars with his best friend. He stuttered around girls, he got nervous and bit his nails before tests, he hated being called on to answer questions even though he knew the answers.

Spider-Man was confident, he was courageous and strong. He was impulsive and outgoing and funny, someone who would never be seen as “shy”. He didn’t think twice before putting himself in harms way if it meant saving a life, or just stopping criminals.

They weren’t the same. Peter wondered how he ever separated himself into these two opposites, and it was tiring going from one to the other. He wished Peter Parker was more witty, less introverted. He wished Spider-Man was smarter, less risky. Finding the balance was difficult, until he was with you.

Because you saw him as the one person. The same expression would be on your face whether you saw him at school before a class together, or when he was in your room wearing the suit while you carefully patched up his injuries.

He only felt normal around you. Because you looked at him the same, you only saw him as Peter, not as two separate beings that weren’t similar.

He would come to your place tired, worried and on the verge of panicking, and he came because he knew you were the only one who could calm him down. You often would be awake, even when he came in the dead of night, whether you were up late studying or just had a feeling he would stop by.

And when he climbed in your window, you would just hold your arms open while he sighed and fell against you, his arms going around your waist tightly and pulling you close.

You would run your fingers through his curls, gently tugging out the knots and letting your nails drag along his scalp, chuckling lightly to yourself as you thought about how your boyfriend was like a dog, liking it when your scratched his head. He claimed that it instantly calmed him down, and you knew in this moment he needed that.

When he voiced his insecurities, you were there to hold him and assure him that he was “being a complete dummy” and of course he was the same person.

“Peter Parker is brave,” you would say quietly while he buried his face in your hair, shutting his eyes and focusing only on your soft voice. “Spider-Man is kind. Peter is funny. Spider-Man gets nervous. You’re the same person, Peter. You always have been, and you always will be. That’s why I love you so much.”

And that’s why he was always falling straight into your arms, every night that he could. Because you were the one that kept him together as both Spider-Man and Peter Parker, the balance between the two seemingly different people, who were in fact one single person - your Peter.

Day Two: Hypothermia

Hoisting Lance onto his back, Keith trudged through the ship corridors. The corridors were empty of personnel, making the traverse easy, which only made him nervous. It shouldn’t have been easy, but there wasn’t time to dwell on it. Hopefully, he’d find the others before whatever trap Lotor set up for them activated.


Lance hadn’t spoken in awhile. His voice was weak yet possessed an edge of clarity and self-awareness it lacked earlier. “You’re up,” was all Keith could say, a flat contrast to the relief he felt. “How are you feeling?”

“Ugh…Not that great, I gotta tell you. Quiznacking Lotor..I’m gonna k-kick his ass.“

"Right now you couldn’t take out a drone, let alone Lotor.”

“Rude…that’s what I have you f-for, dummy. We’ll tag team him. A-A-A-hole w-won’t know w-w-what hit him.”

Keith’s pace slackened. “Lance?”

“’M f-f-fine.” he huffed. “J-Just-you’d think L-Lotor w-would s-spring for a heating s-s-system. P-Place is worse t-than the-the S-South frickin’ p-pole.”

“What are you…” Keith craned his neck back and stumbled to a stop. “Oh, shit.” Lance was unnaturally pale. He had dark circles under his eyes and his lips were tinted light blue. His teeth were chattering. Keith put him down gently on the floor. He took off his helmet, put a hand on his forehead, and almost recoiled in shock. He was ice cold, a complete contrast from not even half a varga ago. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”

“N-N-Nice v-vocab s-s-skills there, f-fearless leader,” Lance said, blue lips quirked.

“Shut up, idiot.” Keith snapped, mind whirling. There had to be something he could use, something to warm Lance up. He searched the hallway, growling in frustration when he found nothing.

“Y-Your b-bedside manner n-n-needs s-some work, y-you k-know t-that?”

“Shut up. You need to save your strength.”

“P-P-Pretty s-s-sure y-you’re s-s-supposed to k-keep m-me t-t-talking. M-Make sure I-I don’t pass o-out.” Lance shuddered. “M-Man, I-I a-am not b-built for t-the c-cold. R-Remind me n-never t-to go t-to an ice planet.”

There was a hint of fear buried underneath his jovial tone, and that, more than anything, was frightening.

Prejudiced, pt.6

Pt. I || Pt. V || Pt. VII

Recap: After being caught drunk, talking too loud near the kitchens at night by McGonagall, you and Sirius have to face detention by re-ordering the restricted section all by yourselves. One book in particular has caught your attention…

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You’d been working in the back of the library for hours now. Because a long week of exams had just ended, and it was a Saturday, you two were the only people in the library, except for the librarian who was nowhere nearby. 

You glanced past the windows apprehensively, noticing it was nearly sundown. You had to find a way to get Sirius out of there, if only for a minute. 

“Ugh, I’m starving,” you moaned, getting back to work. “They’re probably already starting to eat in the hall.”

Sirius didn’t reply, but he did give you a look as he lifted a pile of books to reorder them. 

“What?” you asked him, uneasy.

“If you have something to say, no need to take the long way to get to the point,” he noted, starting to stack the volumes back on a shelf. 

You flushed at his words, slightly embarrassed he’d seen right through you so easily. You bit your lip, before trying something for real.

“Perhaps one of us ought to go grab something to snack on, otherwise we’ll be skipping dinner entirely,” you suggested.

He huffed, amused.

“I don’t remember you being one to shy away from taking advantage of the kitchen in the middle of the night,” he teased.

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Wanna Be Yours, 6/7 (Olicity, College AU, Explicit)

Summary: College AU. Felicity’s car breaks down in a major rainstorm, sending her walking to the closest house she can find. It just so happens to belong to Oliver Queen, and he’s having a ‘Skivvies Only’ party. (See AO3 for Author’s Notes.)

A/N: I don’t have words for how much the response to this fic means to me! Every single comment and kudos and reblog and retweet, it’s amazing. Thank you! And now the chapter we’ve all been waiting for…  This wouldn’t be anything without my amazing beta Margaret. She does so much for me and I’m so grateful! Enjoy!

Two more songs that were sent to me for this fic, and I have to share them! True Colors by The Weeknd via @coal000 and Slow Hands by Niall Horan via @ellefraser17. Ugh, such feels i cannot. 

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Wanna Be Yours, Part 6

He didn’t remember falling asleep.

One second he was watching an old movie about jet fighters and the next someone was carding their fingers through his hair.


She was back.


Oliver turned into the touch, smiling when his nose brushed the inside of her wrist.

Not opening his eyes, he nuzzled his face into her arm before reaching for her. His hand found her legs first where she was curled up next to him. He sighed, his palm skating over her knee and thigh, up over her hip to her waist. His smile grew as he turned his entire body towards her, wrapping her up, folding into her. She said something that sounded a lot like, “I didn’t mean to wake you,” but he just hummed, angling himself so he could bury his face in her chest.

When his mouth passed over her breast, she let out a breathy giggle, smoothing his hair down as she wrapped herself around him in turn.

It was the best fucking way he could ever be woken up, he decided - his Felicity, warm and perfect, fitting so wonderfully against him, her giggles echoing her quickening under his ear.

“Mmm.” Oliver cuddled into her. “You feel so good.”

He could hear the smile on her lips as she replied, “So do you.”

Oliver nose brushed the opening of her shirt, her skin so soft against him. He didn’t stop there, moving until he found her breast again. Her nipple was harder this time and when his lips hit it, she gave him a stilted gasp. His body tightened, his jeans becoming constricting as he did it again. Her nails dug into his scalp, silently urging him on.

He waited for the inevitable interruption, bracing himself to pull away from her because they weren’t alone… except they were alone. Everyone had left. They had the entire house to themselves.

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