this show needs to hurry up

Medical Officer Ch’ch’tk answered the frantic summons to the communal off-duty room. Call-me-Betty-Jo had come back from visiting home and according to Lrangaka, she was injured. Ch’ch’tk was not in a great hurry as Lrangaka tended to lose fur every time CallMeBettyJo did anything other than eat or sleep. And sometimes then. Xi shuddered at the memory of the C18H27NO3 incident. Xi thought Lrangaka was going to end up bald, not an attractive look.

Xi heard CallMeBettyJo’s adorable utterances, “I’m fine, I’ll be glad to show you as soon as it’s healed up some.” That did sound alarming. Xi hurried a bit more. Lrangaka was shedding fur again as CallMeBettyJo was fending off Xir’s truhands. Xi was wringing xir’s falsehands and reaching for what looked like a bandage on CallMeBettyJo.

“CallMeBettyJo, you are injured! Why was I not informed!”

“I’m not injured. I just got a [no translation]. It just needs a little more time to heal. But to ease y’all’s minds, I’ll show you.”

CallMeBettyJo peeled off part of her bandage; that couldn’t be safe. Her skin was colored underneath it.

“Y’all like it? It’s a [flying avian] on a [mammal plantfiber]. A little touch of home.”

Ch’ch’tk tried to understand. “You painted your epidermis?”

“I did for awhile, to see if I liked it enough to make it permanent. This last trip home, I took the plunge.”

Almost afraid to ask, but bearing up to xi’s responsibility to the health of the crew, “How is it made permanent?”

“Oh, the artist sticks a needle feeding ink into my dermis. Once the skin heals, it’s all good. I can’t wait.”

“Is this a rite of passage? Religious significance? Part of adulthood?”

“Naw, I was just a little homesick.”

With a sigh, Ch’ch’tk began xi’s efforts to soothe Lrangaka and prevent further fur loss.

Halftime Show*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Chris and Reader have some naughty time together during the Super Bowl halftime show.
Word Count: 1.8k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warnings: Swearing and unprotected sex. [Wrap your wang before you bang.]
Author’s Note: Might not be my greatest work since I wrote it in a hurry, but I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. Congrats to the Pats, by the way.

Originally posted by chrisxchrisxchris

“C'mon, you can do better… don’t fuck this one up, guys!” Chris yelled, clapping his hands as if he was the coach. “Don’t you dare to do this to us!”

Proud yelling, muttered cursing and stressed screaming everywhere around you in the VIP area of the stadium. The fans sitting, standing or jumping roared their stress out as your team was in a difficult time. The halftime was fast approaching and the Patriots struggled, facing the seemingly glorious Falcons.

“Don’t freak out. Relax, big boy,” you soothed, rubbing your boyfriend’s tensed back as he tapped his foot on the floor.

“How can we relax, Y/N?!” Scott, his brother told you and you rolled eyes, mentally noticing him he wasn’t helping at all.

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Reggie Mantle

(Okay, well I meant to write headcanons but then it turned into this. Like I said in my previous post. It seems I can’t write anything less than a thousand words. This has been in my head for a while and I intended to write it as a full fic, but decided on writing it like this instead?  I’ve been having serious Reggie Mantle feels lately, so here you go.This is also pretty much my Isaac Lahey fic, but Reggie. I’ve probably misspelled a bit, but it’s 3 am so I’ll edit it later. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and whoever reads this, I hope you enjoy.)

Reggie falls for the new girl

 -The first time he sees you, he’s talking to someone from the team in the hallway.

-The second his eyes land on you; he trails off on what he was saying.

- “Reggie, bro you okay?”

- “Yeah who’s that?” he says pointing in your direction.

- “Oh, that’s Y/N. She just started here today.”

- “Y/N.” he repeats to himself. 

 - “Yeah, she’s pretty cool. I met her this morning.”

 -Even though his teammate is still talking, Reggie barely hears any it because he’s having a hard time not focusing on you.


 -Reggie hates 5th period, so he always shows up late.

-15 minutes’ pass before he decides he’s going to head to class now.

-That’s when he sees you struggling trying to carry a few books while you look over your class schedule.

-You’re late for your class because you have no idea where it’s located.

- “Hey.” you hear someone say behind you. When you turn around you’re greeted by a tall boy with a very nice smile.

- “Hey.” you say.

- “Here let me help you with that, Your Y/N, right? I’m Reggie.” he says as he grabs the books out of your hand.

- “Thank you. Yes, I’m new here. Which is why I’m struggling trying to find my next class.” You say looking over your schedule again.

- “I might be able to help with that.”

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“Can Confirm” [Daveed x Reader]

Prompt: If you’re still taking request can I ask for a daveed x reader? Where Daveed loses his voice after a show and the reader had to take care of him? Thank you, I appreciate it.

A/N: so it’s been like 20 years since I posted an imagine? I’m sorry my loves, I hope you all forgive me and enjoy this!! xoxox

T/W: having a cold?

A/U: modern

Words: 2539

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You pulled your coat closer around your body as you stepped outside into the winter snow, rushing to hail a taxi to take you to your workplace. You had been off of work and on holiday for a week, and were excited to get back to your job. 

You were a dresser for a few of the cast members in the musical Hamilton, a job that doesn’t sound all that amazing but filled you with immense happiness. Being that close to the buzzing energy of an acclaimed theatre show made you tingle with excitement every night – and it didn’t hurt that virtually every cast member was incredibly amazing to both hang out with and to look at. You never understood how they could sustain enough energy for a two-hour show, let alone doing it eight times a week. Nonetheless, every member made you feel apart of the Hamilton family. 

You jumped out of the taxi as it pulled up to the Richard Rogers theatre, thanking the driver and giving him some cash before hurrying into the heated venue. You looked up as you heard someone laugh at you shaking small bits of snow out of your hair. 

“Good afternoon, Y/N. Snowing outside?”

“Very observant of you, Lin,” you smiled back, giving him a hug hello and answering all his questions about your holiday, before making your way to the boys’ dressing room to help them get ready for the first show of a two-show day. 

You said a few more hellos on your way down the hall, slowing down as you neared Oak, Anthony, and Daveed’s communal dressing room to catch the end of their conversation.

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Goals

Imagine waking up for school. You are so light, your bed doesn’t even make a sound while you’re getting up.

You sip on your water as you are walking to your closet. You pull out first 2 pieces of clothing you can find which happen to be high wasted jeans and a crop top, it doesn’t matter though because everything looks good on your small, dainty body. You go into your bathroom and put on some light makeup, it’s not like you need much anyways. Your sharp jawline and high cheekbones making your features even more radiant.

You look into the corner of the bathroom and see a scale. You step on it without a worry and it shows your goal weight. You happily step off and quickly put your hair in a bun, revealing your prominent collarbones. Your mom is yelling for you to hurry up.

You pull on your oversized jacket, grab your backpack and run out of the house.

Drag Me Down (To Hell) | 01

Originally posted by jjks

↬ Summary: There’s a darkness to your city, a murderous underbelly filled with crime and deceit that you’ve sworn to avoid at all costs. But the universe has funny ways of forcing your involvement in the form of a notorious mob boss and his young daughter.
↬ Pairing: Jeongguk x reader
↬ Genre: mafia!au
↬ Rating: Mature (for themes; subject to change in later chapters)
↬ Word Count: 7.770

Part 02 - Part 03

Trapped on the cusp of dreams and reality, you can almost imagine your phone isn’t ringing beside you. In your dream, you’re running. Running away from something faceless, but large, and for a good second you’re able to think the ringing is your screaming, but when your screaming stops and the ringing does not, you force one eye open through the haze of sleep and reach for your phone.

It’s not on the table next to your bed, so when it stops ringing you think you’re in the clear, flopping back onto bed, but then it starts up again, and you curse loudly. The phone’s hidden in your sheets by your hip, and before you can even get the device to your ear, your brother is speaking.

Or rather, spitting, “What the fuck are you doing?

You snort, trying to bury your face into your pillow. “What a wakeup call, Taehyung.”

Sorry.” He sounds angry, but you pay it no mind. Taehyung leads with his emotions, acting first and thinking second. If something’s worked him up, he’ll confront the problem as quickly as possible, as is made evident by his call at- six in the goddam morning, what the hell? “Good morning, love. Sleep well?

“Until now? Yes.”

And you call me rude,” Taehyung laughs. “Happy now? What the hell are you doing?

You thank any lucky stars there may be that you don’t have any classes today, and can hopefully sleep again after you finally calm Taehyung down. “Elaborate.”

You’re getting a job?

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Living With The Bay Boys

Pairing: Daveed x Reader x Rafa

Requested?: Trizz decided to post this vague little scenario and my brain wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it so, yes (sorta)

Prompt: “Fluff prompt: Reader is roommates with Daveed and Rafa. Has to put up with their random shenanigans and video recordings of said shenanigans. Comes home from work one day to see them napping together.”

Words: 1.5k+

A/N: Welp, Trizz, this is all your fault. This was supposed to be a drabble but…couldn’t stop myself. This is the first fic I am posting that @helplesslylins didn’t proofread for me. I am nervous. 

Tags: @daveedish @daveeddiggsit  

Originally posted by msjosephinemarch



Rafael was laying on Daveed’s bed, pencil in hand as he tried to write down another verse for a song he and Daveed were working on. Daveed was to his left, nose into his notebook as he scribbled down a line but ended up ultimately scratching them out with a frustrated groan.

“I can’t fucking think of anything.” Daveed tossed the notebook onto the floor along with the pencil.

“Take it easy, Diggs. You can’t think of anything when you’re frustrated. Take a break or a nap or something.” Rafael suggested, watching his best friend flop down face first on the bed.

“Maybe you’re right.” Daveed sighed, yawning as he adjusted the pillow.

Rafa spun the pencil in his hand, glancing over at Daveed and smiling lightly. He shifted so his notebook was on Daveed’s back, using it as a makeshift desk. He was writing another lyric when Daveed spoke up.

“Why are you writing on my back?”

“It’s harder than the bed.” Rafa stated as if it was common sense, continuing to write.

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Look At Me - Request

Summary: Dean is on the phone and reader wants his attention so she makes him hang up to the person he’s talking to.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 1.946

Warnings: Not much plot, but loads of smut (rough, bit of spanking, bit of teasing, unprotected)

A/N: I turns out, I did have a Dean request among the Sherlock ones and just now I found out. 

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Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

A case, a new threat, maybe just someone calling to say hi; it didn’t matter. She wanted attention, and she wanted it in that exact moment. He was at the library, and she was just at the door, preparing herself to get what she wanted.

“Yeah, sure…” Dean replied listlessly to whoever was on the other side of the line. He was writing something on a piece of paper, and (Y/N) didn’t mind to read it. “OK, yeah…” He continued.

(Y/N) took the pen (or was it a pencil?) out of his hand, throwing it behind her back, then she scrunched the piece of paper and threw it away as well, taking its place on the table to sit. Dean watched every move she made with his lips parted and his eyes focused.

“Jody, I will uh… I have to go…” And with that, Dean hanged up the phone.

“That was easier than expected.” She flirted.

“If my girl comes here wearing that… Everything is easy.” Dean whispered.

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The Quirky Witch

Reader x Roman


“Go and see (Y/N).” Destiny sighed and shooed the boys out of her apartment, shutting the door on their heels.

“Whose (Y/N)?” Roman asked curiously.

“Another witch, basically a younger Destiny but kind of, uses a different kind of magic and we don’t normally ask her she’s a little off.” Peter muttered the word magic with such sarcasm Roman wondered how his eyes hadn’t rolled out of his head.

“So… werewolves and witches is that a thing?” Roman asked curiously.

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Stolen Moments

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

You work as a makeup artist on Supernatural during season 1. You find yourself very attracted to one of the stars.

Part 1 of ?

Contains some language, light smut, slow burn 

Requested tags and tags for possible interest: @jayankles @lilredniki @mamapeterson @akshi8278 @larajadeschmidt13 @jensen-gal @fandoms-have-ruined-my-life @xnathiagreyx @reagangeary @carribear31 @paigelovesmarcus @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @dean-in-the-devils-trap @bringmesomepie56 @winchester-writes @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish  @be-amaziing @agentmarvel13 @docharleythegeekqueen @feelmyroarrrr

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AU where Geno and the pens are part of a secret organization that time travels to maintain the flow of historic events, and on one mission, Geno is tasked to go back to the 1820s to save a man (whose great-great grandson will eventually be key to a medical breakthrough that will change history) from a freak accident involving a horse carriage gone rogue. 

Anyways, the man is super thankful and insists on treating Geno to dinner, and Geno is hesitant because he’s really not supposed to interact this much with the subject but the man won’t hear a no. So Geno gets taken to this guy’s estate and meets Sidney, the man’s youngest son, who is beautiful and intelligent and basically Geno’s exact type. So right there and then Geno knows that he’s screwed. 

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Sunshine

Can I get a headcanon where the reader joins the Avengers? She’s a literal ball of cotton candy, rainbows and cupcakes plated in golden sunshine, too pure for this world. She’s very loving and invites the team to just give her hugs and kisses whenever they want, so they take her up on her offer because they all need that extra bit of love. Sorry this is so long. @itsmarshalltime98

You  ran on to the jet and got in the pilot’s seat. The mission was going south very quickly and if everyone was to get out safely, you would have to improvise a little, even if that meant disobeying Steve’s direct orders. You flipped the needed switches in between strapping yourself in. When you were ready for left off you went as fast is you could to where the team was. Your  mission had been different from everyone else’s. You were working on hostage extraction, but after getting the hostages to a secure location you heard  your team’s distress over COMMS.

“Natasha do you read me?” You questioned, knowing she’d be the only one with the mental capacity to respond at the moment.

“Loud and clear. Please don’t tell me you ran in to trouble with the hostages.”

“Absolutely not. They are at the safe house, but you guys need extraction.”

“Steve told you-”

“Well that’s not gonna matter if Steve is dead,” you contradicted. There was a beat of silence, in which you panicked, wondering if something had happened to Natasha.

“Are you over our position?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah, I’m looking for somewhere to touch down.”

“Give me a sec, I’ll send up a flare.”

You could see the various explosions happening in the Weapon’s facility the team was supposed to storm. You watched anxiously, hoping she’d find a safe place soon. As you waited, you promised yourself that you were going to give Steve the lecture of a lifetime about biting off more than he can chew.  Tony flew by the jet and seemed to pause when he looked at you.

“It’s good to see you,” he spoke over COMMS.

“I’m glad you’re alive.  Nat’s finding a place for me touch down. I need you guys moving to that point ASAP.”

“Spangles won’t be happy.”

“Yeah but he’ll be alive.”

You noticed the bright red flare go up, and you hurried to the sight leaving Tony behind. You were the best pilot the world had ever seen able to glide through the sky with your aircraft more gracefully than a bird. Stealth flying was your specialty which is why you were employed to get the hostages.  The clearing was small, and entry was difficult but you touched down without any difficulty.

“Captain,” you called, hoping he was listening.

“Y/N tell me that jet in the sky wasn’t you.”

“It absolutely was. Sending you extraction coordinates.”

“Coming your way,” Wanda responded.

You opened the hatch so Natasha could board. She lumbered on holding her side as if wounded. You unstrapped to meet her and help her sit down. As she sat, you snagged a medical kit and got ready to do what ever was necessary so she could last until you got back to the compound.

“It’s not that bad,” Natasha breathed out. She could barely pull in breath for the pain.

“You don’t have to act tough, "you smiled shaking your head a little. You unzipped her suit so you could properly treat the wound, "It’s like you really wanna swear off bikini’s,” you joked to keep the atmosphere light. She laughed a little, wincing at the pain it brought.

“Yeah, I bet I’ll look horrible in them now,” she rolled her eyes. You cleaned the wound quickly, keeping an ear out for anyone over COMMS.  Wanda soon bounded on to the plane with Vision at her tail.

“Falcon, Captain what’s your position?” you asked as you placed gauze on Natasha’s wound.

“We’re a little caught up,” Sam responded.

“Listen her dynamic duo, I want you hauling ass to the jet. Natasha’s hurt she needs an actual doctor.”

“Natasha?” Steve called.

“Yeah, it looks bad. Maybe hurry it up grandpa,” she grumbled. You smiled at that. Tony came on next, the face plate on his went up to show his face.

“It is good to see you, Y/N. I was afraid you were going to be a teacher’s pet on this mission.”

“I’ll disobey wrong orders any day, Stark.”

“Ooo Captain, you hear that? I think your good noodle is going rogue.”

Steve and Sam walked on to the jet looking worse for wear. Sam sat next to Natasha letting his head rest against the wall. You hurried to the pilot’s seat to get your team out of there.

When you made it back to the compound, you helped Natasha to the medical wing and set upon looking after the rest of the team.

“Is everyone else okay? Anybody have a boo-boo you need me to kiss better,” you joked lightening the mood. Sam smirked, then pretended to be hurt.

“I took a hit right here,” Sam touched his cheek, “will you kiss it better?”

“Of course,” you kissed his cheek, playing along.

“I want in on this action,” Tony announced, and you naturally went over to kiss his cheek too, “And one on the other side.”

You laughed but obliged him.

“Come on, let me get you a drink,” Tony went to the bar to start his after mission ritual of drinking until somebody took the liquor away. You sat on the couch beside Wanda and turned on the T.V. She naturally rested her head on your shoulder while you flipped lazily through the channels.

“How are you Wanda?” you asked absently.

“Just tired,” she sighed.

You took the blanket off the back of the sofa and gave it to her, “Take a nap. Honestly you all need rest,” you glanced behind you where you knew Steve was sitting in one of the arm chairs. He like preoccupied with his thoughts. You elected not to bother him. After particularly trying missions he had the tendency to be distant. He would come talk to you later.  Tony sat down on your other side with a drink and settled in to watch T.V. with you and Wanda. Sam left to go take a nap in an actual bed.

When the full weight of the day had finally settled on you, you coaxed the rest of the Avengers to go to bed, before checking on Natasha. She was in her own room, under orders to rest for the next few days. She smiled a little at the sight of you.

“I thought you’d be in bed by now, sunshine,” she spoke the nickname with a slight smirk. Tony was responsible for the name, it just happened to stick.

“I’m headed that way, I just thought I’d check on you. Is there anything I can get you?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” she assured.

“Welp,” you pulled in a deep breath as you looked around the room to be sure you weren’t needed, then let the breath out, “Okay. See you in the morning,” you kissed her forehead, “Good night, sweet dreams.”

Natasha smiled a little wider at that, “Good night, Y/N.”

You left the room with the intentions of taking a hot shower then crawling into bed. As you passed the common room, you noticed a form out of the corner of your eye. It was Steve, he was sitting in the dark room probably brooding. You came to stand in front of him.

“Steve, what’s up with you?” you asked, waiting for him to make eye contact with you. He pulled in a startled breath, then blinked as if clearing his eyes of fog.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t give me that. Tell me, what’s wrong.”

“I nearly got the team killed, and Natasha…”

“She’s fine, so is everyone else.”

“But they wouldn’t have been if you had followed my orders.”

“Well that’s what a team is for Cap. We have each other’s back. You did what you thought was best. Your intentions were good and everything turned out fine. So all you can do now is learn from the mistakes made and carry on.”

“You make it sound simple,” he laughed a little.

“It is simple, it just might not be easy,” you shrugged, “Come on, get to bed.”

As he stood up, you grabbed him in a tight hug, “You’re still a great leader. You’re just human,” you assured.

“I don’t know what this team would do without you,” he admitted.

“You’d be very emotionally constipated. I mean you guys don’t hug each other. You just have weird vague conversations. I love all of you though,” you teased.

~ Mod Lillian

The Magician On The Train

Originally posted by tyrellwellicks

J. Daniel Atlas x Reader


You took the same train every day, at the exact same time you picked up your daughter and headed to your second job, never noticing the world around you.

“Mommy look.” Your daughter whispered, pointing across to a man who was flicking and shuffling cards between his hands.

“Sweetie don’t be rude.” You whispered, glancing at him, sure he’d been smirking at you without looking over as if he knew she’d been watching him.

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Scott McCall x Reader x Stiles Stilinski 

~ Part 1, Part 2

Warnings: Slight sexual content, dom!reader, sub!Scott, sub!Stiles
Word count: 1 521

A/N: Thank you for liking this imagine so much! ♥

Tags: @queenlovve, @luciferwaitsformetogethome, @pissheadofficial, @fangirlfreakingout, @17jenny​, @lildoog-ish​, @peacefullytatted01, @greek-geek481


Scott winched when he suddenly saw Stiles standing behind him in the mirror. He was leaning against the door frame, pursing his lips into a thin line and his eyebrows were hanging low on his forehead.

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Either/Or: Rosie

Prompt! Can we see Supercorp but one where Kara rescues a baby and brings them home and Lena doesn’t wanna get her hopes up about adoption because she doesn’t want Kara to have to outlive her AND a child (Pref a fluffy ending but up to you?)

“Kara, honey, are you home yet?” Lena called out as she kicked off her heels and balanced the bags of take out in her arms.

The quiet of the penthouse greeted her as she hurried toward the kitchen. As she turned on the lights, the city outside disappeared from the large windows. Their home became its own universe, with just the faintest bit of galaxy outside.

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"Grocery shopping" (Villainous drabbles)


“Grocery shopping” drabbles 2

In the rare occasion Black Hat and company need to travel outside of their home, it’s usually when they need to buy groceries. It is Black Hat’s worse nightmare, shopping like a normal human being.
Black Hat’s eye twitched when Dr. Flug pulled at Dementia’s leash as they went through the sliding doors. Dementia was on all fours, barking at terrified passerbys making Dr. Flug struggle against her. He tug at the leash, his sneakers sliding across the market’s floors.

“Dementia! Heel! Heel! And stop biting the leash!” Dr.Flug yelled out. Dementia spat out the leash and growled at him. “If you keep acting like that, you won’t get any candy!” Dementia’s tune swiftly changed and stood up, her arms hanging from her sides.

“Okay-” She sighed.

Black Hat growled deeply in annoyance when he saw the shoppers exchanged glances at the odd group, murmuring amongst themselves.

“Dr. Flug! I do not wish to be here any longer than I need to be!” Black Hat snapped. “Where is 5.0.5 with the blasted shopping vehicle?”

“You mean the cart, Sir?” Dr.Flug replied softly. Black Hat whirled at him with a glare, causing the good doctor to raise his hands up in defense.

“Don’t try to correct me, Flug!”

“Sorry Sir!”

“Now, let’s hurry and get what we need on the list.” Black Hat said, straightening his collar. He pulled out the folded up piece of paper out of his breast pocket, just in time for 5.0.5 to show up with the shopping cart. Dementia quickly jumped inside with a large grin, making Dr.Flug tie the end of the leash to the handlebars of the cart. Black Hat rolled his eyes at her and tossed the paper into Dr.Flug’s hands.

“I want everything on that list and into this cart in ten minutes.” He said. Dr.Flug opened up the piece of paper and like an accordion, it fell to the floor. Flug’s eyes nearly bulged out of his goggles from the amount.

“T-ten minutes, S-sir?”

“Did I stutter?” Black Hat snarled, making Flug gulp and Dementia giggle. Black Hat pointed at his wrist. “Tick-tick, Flug…better get moving.”

“Y-yes Sir! Come on 5.0.5!” The trio raced off down the aisle, knocking aside any unsuspecting shopper as Dr.Flug scrambled to get the groceries. Black Hat was left alone, standing silently in the produce section with annoying background music playing in the intercoms. He crossed his arms and tapped his foot. He noticed the other shoppers avoiding him, most even avoiding eye contact with the villain. He does have a reputation, which made his chest swell with pride when he saw the fear in their eyes. But, waiting around and doing nothing was quickly became boring. He gritted his teeth and looked at his watch. Dr.Flug has nine minutes and thirty seconds left. Black Hat yanked his arm down and snarled to himself for not giving the cowardly doctor five minutes instead of ten.

“Free sample, Sir?”

His brow raised and turned around, seeing a young woman behind a small table. She was dressed in a white apron, wearing a chest deli hat and holding out a plate of cheese.

“What?” Black Hat said, his sharp teeth showing with disdain.

She held out the plate, giving him a smile. “Free sample? This is our new type of cheese, it’s monterey jack mixed with Munster cheese.”

He stepped forward with his hands behind his back, staring at the plate with suspicion.

“Hmm, what’s the catch?”

“No catch Sir, just cheese.”

He gave her a glance and with a frown, he picked up a piece of cubed cheese by the toothpick and lifted it up to his face. He gave a sniff and put it in his mouth. He chewed it slowly before swallowing it. He shrugged, unimpressed.

“Good.”

She lifted up another plate. “Would you like to try another type?”

He rolled his eyes and gave out a heavy sigh. “If I must.” And he grabbed another piece.
It wasn’t long until he was sitting on one of the spare sitting stools that the employee had behind her counter. Black Hat tossed his fifteenth toothpick into the garbage. He saw Dr, Flug having a bit of trouble with Dementia, who somehow got out of her leash and was now jumping on the shelves in between aisles. Black Hat blinked when he smacked his lips.

“Not bad, what was that one?”

“West Country cheddar.” The employee replied. Black Hat cleaned his sharp teeth with the toothpick before tossing it away.

“I’ll take it.”

“Very good, Sir.” The employee said. She reached behind the counter and pulled out a pound of the cheese, wrapped in a tight plastic. Black Hat grabbed it without giving her a glance. “Would you like the coupon that goes with it? It will save you one dollar.”

“A coupon?” He turned and grabbed the piece of paper. “This thing will help me save money? What kind of idiot designed this? I would rather keep every penny.”

“Which is why it’s limited Sir, only one for each cheese.”

“Hmm, well I suppose I should use it, no sense wasting it. Dr. Flug!” Black Hat yelled out, his voice reaching through the store. “Time’s up!”

He scowled when he saw the doctor pushing the cart with 5.0.5 struggling to keep Dementia inside the cart and attached to the leash. The mountain of food rocked back and forth as they made their way towards Black Hat.
Black Hat took out a small notebook from underneath his top hat, along with a pen. He glanced back at the employee.

“What is your name?”

“Amanda, Sir.”

Black Hat scribbled the name down and shoved the notebook into his hat. “Congratulations, “Amanda”, you have now made the list of humans to show mercy to.”

She tilted her head. “Excuse me?”

Black Hat ignored her when he strolled up to the cart. Dr.Flug was hanging down from the handlebars, breathing heavily as he lifted up a finger.

“W-we got everything, S-Sir Black Hat.”

Dementia shoved a bag of jaw breakers in front of Black Hat’s face. “And I got candy!”

Black Hat immediately shoved the bag back into Dementia’s face. “Cut it out! Now! Let’s go!” Black Hat began to walk towards the door, but Dr, Flug stopped him when he asked.

“What about paying for the groceries?”

Black Hat’s neck snapped when he turned his head completely around like an owl. He gave the trip a devilish grin. “Who said anything about paying?”

No one really stopped them.

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Neil tugs at his sleeve, a nervous habit of his that has followed him around since he was a child. He really doesn’t want to be doing this–but Kevin flew out to just to ask for this favor. He couldn’t disappoint him. He didn’t want to disappoint him, not after what Kevin had done for him.

He sits on a bench outside of Wymack’s office to wait for Kevin because there was no way he was going in there by himself. The students start to trickle into the school and it’s as if they know he’s the  substitute. He supposed news traveled fast and unfamiliar faces were a threat to be determined with these kids.

He sighs and leans back against the bench. He looks up at ceiling to avoid the curious looks of the students passing by.

“Why math?”

Neil nearly jumps and ends up gripping the edge of the bench, feeling someone settle next to him. He faces a blond man with hazel eyes, who seems bored just being there.

“Who the fuck are you?” The words escape from Neil’s mouth before he can even stop them.

The man stares at Neil with something akin to amusement but doesn’t bother replying.

Neil would have almost confused him for a student because the man was small–even smaller than himself, which really was saying something.

No, he was probably a teacher. The man’s hazel eyes flicker over him as if he were a puzzle of some kind.

“You’re still so stupid.”

And then, it hits Neil and his blood runs cold. His eyes widen with recognition. But it can’t be–but it is–shit, he should have gone over the staff list after going through student profiles.

“Andrew,” Neil whispers. A smirk forms on the blond’s  face in confirmation. He hadn’t seen him since–since–

Wymack’s door swings open and this time Neil actually jumps. Andrew snorts in amusement and Neil shoots him a glare.

“Neil! What are you doing sitting out here? We’ve been waiting for you,” Kevin says, stepping out from beneath the doorway of the office.

Neil stands, “I didn’t know you were inside.”

“You could have knocked,” Kevin rolls his eyes and then turns his gaze towards Andrew, “You could have told him.”

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Illuminate

Summary: Erica convinces Derek to go to an acapella performance with her. Things go better than he could have ever expected.

Notes: I went and saw an acapella performance last weekend, and it inspired me to write a little fic! And I’ve been wanting to write singer!Stiles for a while, so it worked out well. (On AO3)


“Come on, Derek. Please?” Erica says pleadingly, wrapping her hands around his bicep and squeezing. She leans her head against his shoulder for good measure, looking up at him sadly. “I know you’re working on being a hermit, but please come out with me to this one little thing.”

This method works pretty much every time, and Derek sighs. “Why don’t you get one of your other friends to go with you?” he asks. Erica is far more of a social butterfly than he is, he knows she has more friends than the two he’s managed to make.

“They’re not into acapella vocal performances,” Erica says.

“And what makes you think that I am?” Derek asks, eyebrow quirked.

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"im going to give it to you?" pt 2

pairing: jason todd x reader

warnings: cursing, sexual themes, mature themes,

prompt: first part of story->(a/n: okay so i don’t wanna give the prompt bc i feel like it’s too heavy to put in a couple of sentences but, this is going to be a two parter, the next part will be a smut lol so,,, this is just a lemon i guess… ok anyways) jason is going to be giving y/n a lesson about virginity and such and such but y/n and jason are just best friends so uh i guess that’s what the prompt is idk

second part of story->y/n and jason go to the ball and dance away. Smut next chapter, it will prolly be the last chapter tbh


-your POV-
So it’s already Friday and I spent the day getting ready for this ball. It’s masquerade and I am super excited. I love balls and whenever Jason doesn’t take me I usually go with Dick, as friends. Jason hated going to balls but since he has that big scar on his face, I personally think it’s very faint, considering the treatments he’s gotten on them, Bruce doesn’t make him go unless of course, he can cover it up with a mask.

I am wearing a red dress that the company provided me. It’s so lovely and I hadn’t gotten a chance to wear it yet. I personally can’t believe how lovely it looks and I feel amazing in it. My makeup is set and I have about an hour and a half to spare so I decide that I’ll just go to the manor so they don’t have to pick me up.

-Jason’s POV-
“Hey! Dickhead I need your advice!” JT

“We have to leave in an hour! Are you ready? You CANT skip out on this one.” DG

“What? No, I’m not flaking but I-” I walk into Dick’s room and sit on his bed. He’s styling his hair and has four masks on his vanity.
My voice lowers and I slowly enunciate, “look, I need some serious advice. Today I am taking y/n to the dance and-”

Dick sprays hairspray everywhere and I cough.
“And what? You’ve taken her before. Are you guys okay?” DG

“We are fine, it’s just that, after the dance… I… We… Uh…” JT

Dick turns around and grabs my shoulders and shake them.
“ARE YOU SERIOUS? I ship it! I was sooo first to know that you guys would be together! Ha! Roy owes me like five hundred dollars!”

“We aren’t dating, Richard.” JT

*bam*
Dick pushes me and I fall into the bed and he begins to put on his bow tie.
“Fuck you, out of all the girls you play y/n?” DG
He scowls into the mirror looking at me.

“Hey, I am not playing her.” JT

“Oh, sorry. In your language what do you call fucking someone over while not dating them?” DG

“What? Like you’ve never had a one night stand, or friends with benefits? Aren’t you the bachelor of the family? Don’t be a hypocrite.” JT

I don’t want to tell him what’s really going on but I guess I’ll have to, I can’t have Dick hate me for something that wasn’t my idea.

He turns around again after his bow tie is on and looks me dead in the eye.
“Jay. I don’t pursue those kinds of things with people I have to work with. Or people I’ve had crushes on forever. You realize this will ruin everything, right? Things aren’t going to be the same after you guys have sex, no matter what you think. You will be leaving memories together. Don’t forget, y/n is such a sweetheart. She’s like, almost apart of the family.” DG

“Dick, you don’t understand. I am not doing this for me, she asked me too.” JT

“Bull. i Am NoT DoiNG ThIS FoR Me.” Dick mocks me and I feel like the only thing I can do is tell him the truth.

“Don’t tell anyone but, y/n is a virgin. She literally called me to her apartment for a meeting and was like *mocks ur voice but not in a bad way* ‘I just want to have sex with other people, you know? I just don’t want to give my virginity to like some loser that I’ll only date for a couple of months.’ I did not come up with this. And I still like her. What am I supposed to do? She only wants to have sex with me so she can sex with other guys. What even. What the hell.”
I sit up again and look at Dick. Looks like he’s holding a laugh in.

“Hahahahahha. Is she really a virgin? She’s been with like, three "serious” guys in the last two years. I thought she would have given to one of those guys.“ DG

"Okay to be honest I laughed too. But just because she’s been with guys in the past doesn’t mean she’s had sex with them. Do you always think like this?” JT

“I mean, you and I both know y/n. She’s either one hundred percent or nothing. The second guy, Austin? Seemed like they did it. She’s always talking about how no guy meets her standard so she just hangs around em for another couple of month but she knows.” DG

“She knows what?” JT

“She told me she’s got this killer instinct. The one she uses in work and shit. She says she can FEEL the future with her significant other. If she doesn’t feel it then she’s not really in the relationship anymore. I mean she’s not a cheater but she doesn’t fight for the relationship anymore. She hates wasting effort, you know that.” DG

“Well, what do I do? I still like her and I want her to be in a relationship with me. What if her killer instinct tells me that I’m not good enough?” JT

Dick sits next to me and puts his arm around me.
“Okay. Here is the game plan. You pick her up. You take her to the ball and you don’t spend all your time with her. Keep it casual. Then when we drop you guys off, because you aren’t doing it in the manor. Don’t do that. Don’t. When we drop you guys off you keep your hands on her on the limo. Get her warmed up to you, make sure to bring some cologne to freshen yourself up so that she’s smelling you the whole ride home. Then you go and right before you do it, you tell her you like her. Then you show her what’s she’s been missing out on and then boom. Happily ever after.”

He grins at me and I am so perplexed.
“That’s a good plan but what if she doesn’t like me back? What if she doesn’t like me back and She still wants to fuck? What if she-” JT

“Okay, first of all, she’s going to give you a chance because you are still her number one. She’s not turning you down tonight. You could tell her that you are engaged and she’d still let you hit it. Don’t over think this. Also, if she’s not interested in you, let me know, maybe she sees a future with me.” He smirks devilish and I punch him really hard on his chest.

“You little shit.”

“I was joking! Not really but.”

I clean myself up and flex in the mirror.
“You better be.”

Dick stands up and pats my shoulders.
“You’ll be fine. Tonight is your night. I would- no I already have bet that you and y/n would end up together. Don’t overthink this.” DG

*Ding ding*

Who’s visiting now?

-Your POV-
Alfred opens the for for me and I smile and offer a hug.

“Oh! Miss y/n! We were about to pick you up!”
He hugs back and leads me inside.

“I actually got ready too early and decided that I should probably come over instead of wait around and save gas while I’m at it.”
I follow him to the living room and sitting down.

“Would you like any refreshments? I could fix some tea for you, or-”

“Alfred, I am fine. When will we be leaving?”

“I think the boys are choosing their masks now. We can leave when everyone is ready.”

I stand up and make my way to Jason’s room.
“Alright then. Thank you Alfred!”

I make my way to Jason’s room and find that he isn’t there. No one is here? Oh, everyone is in Dick’s room.

*Knock knock*
“May I come in?”

Dick opens the door and gives me a hug.
“Y/n! What are you doing here? I thought JayBird would be picking you up. You look great, Who are you wearing?”

I walk over to sit on his bed and relax.
“(designers name), and my mask is Pandora exclusive.” I smugly say.

“How very boujee of you.” Jason says and pretends to be shocked.

I giggle and smile. “Damian actually got me this mask, last Eid? And this dress is actually one of the Wayne Gowns.”

“Smart, resourceful. A real keeper.” Dick says teasingly.

“Oh shut up. Can you guys hurry up? I really want to go now.”

“We are waiting for Damian and then we will go. Tim and Bruce will show up later tonight. They are taking a different car, they insisted on patrolling a while.” DG

“I see, where is master Damian?”

A muffled voice comes through Dicks closet.
“In here!”

Dick and Jason turn to each other immediately. I wonder why.

“Hey sweetie! Do you need help?” I say while walking towards the closet.

-Jason’s POV-
Fuck! Why didn’t Dick tell me demon spawn was here! Fuck! Shit! What if he heard everything?

Y/n is about to help him in the closet what do I do?

“Dude, I am so sorry I totally forgot, He’s borrowing my old red suit from years ago. I forgot I am so sorry.” Dick whispers to me.

I place my hands on my face and rub very vigorously.

“Hunny can I come in? I can help you.”

“Yes, I need a little help, this shirt has buttons on the back and I don’t know what bow tie to put on.”

Y/n laughs that sweet laugh of hers and opens the closet door. “That’s a first, since when do you not know how to choose colors?”

Damian closes the door and I panic. Why did he do that, what’s did he close the door. What was that for. Oh my fucking God I’m fucking dead.

I turn to Dick and he sighs.
“Fuck.”

“Fuck? Fuck? He’s like 10, what are going to do? He’s also a fucking snitch.”

“Calm down, I will talk to him. Don’t worry about this. Worry about y/n.”

Our whisper argument ended and Dick gives me a hug I really don’t want.

The door opens and lookie here demon spawn and y/n are matching. Cute. He needs to cut that shit out.

“Alright! Get your masks and lets head out!” She says happily. God I am a nervous wreck.

Her arm is linked with Damian’s arm, but she has two arms so I finesse. We all walk down the stair and Damian is giving me the worst glare. We all head into the car and I swear this kid is really throwing me around.

Dick gets in first and then DAMIAN fucking lets get into the car. What a bitch. That’s my fucking job. I end up sitting next to Damian and I take up all the space I can in the car. We are taking the mini limo so we are all sitting in the back on the curved back seats.

The ride is long and the only people talking are Dick and y/n. Damian yawns quietly.

“Poor baby, didn’t you get any sleep last night?”

I always laugh whenever Damian gets babied by y/n. I mean, I wish it was me but I know that Damian gets hella embarrassed when she calls him names. He doesn’t always tell her to stop, probably because he knows she won’t.

“I was working. It’s fine. Shut the hell up Todd, there’s nothing to laugh about.”

“Okay, okay, don’t be grumpy. Come here.”
She takes Damian and swaddles him.
“Take a nap now and then you will have a better time at the ball. Promise.”

That cheeky bastard. He grins at me before snuggling into y/n. He wouldn’t have let her done that any other day. He is purposely hogging her. I knew he heard us.

Dick laughs and quickly stops when I glare at him.

“Stop laughing Dickface, do you have something to say?”

“Only if you want me to say something.” He smirks and I would have punched him if he wasn’t right.

“Guys, stop talking. Damian needs to sleep.” Y/n is cradling that big ass 14 year old and pushing his hair out of his forehead.

“Shut up Todd.”

That sly little-

Y/n looks at me with the scariest glare I have ever seen and I decide to keep my mouth shut for the next thirty minutes of the ride.

I start to realize that y/n really does look spectacular tonight. She’s singing softly to Damian and I fawn over her. The dim carlight and her face is glowing. Her dress and Damian’s suit matches and I start to imagine her with our child. I’ve never fell so hard for a girl in my entire life. She’s my best friend and now really is my last time to start a relationship with her. She’s perfect. An angel, my best friend.

The car stops and we are finally here.

-Your POV-
“Damian, wake up. It’s time to get up.”
He stirs up and nuzzles into my arm chest area.
I get a little flustered but I stroke his cheek and regain myself.
“Damian, we are here.”

“Okay, okay I am up.”
He slowly gets up and rubs his face. Taking one of the water bottles in the car he wipes his eyes and everyone gets out of the car.

As soon as I get out of the car, Jason links his arms with me and we walk into the building.

“Hey! Kids! You forgot your masks!” Dick yells.

“Wait here, I’ll get them.” Jason says while running back near the car where Dick and Damian are.

What’s his issue lol, why did he drag me away form them?

He comes running back with his mask on.
“Turn around, princess.”
He takes his fingers and drags them
along my neck and ties my mask onto my face. He locks it into my hair and whispers into my ear, “you know, Damian isn’t the only one who matches you tonight.”

I look at Jason and notice he is wearing an all black tux but the bow tie matches the color of my dress along with his handkerchief.
“You dress in my favorite color for me?”

I get tense and respond with a smirk. “Not everything is about you Jace, don’t flatter yourself.” And we head into the ballroom.

As we find our table I spot Dick and Damian. I make Jason stop and wait for them to finish signing us in and we all sit down together.

We order our food and begin to eat. Our conversation picks up about how no one can play poker with Damian because he always counts cards. 'Hey, I don’t do it on purpose!’ and my 'Damian, you are so brilliant.’ Jason’s 'I can count cards too, I just don’t, because it’s cheating.’ And before you know it, Bruce and Tim are here.

“Hello everyone,” Bruce says while starting to eat the meal Damian chose for him, “thank you for ordering, Damian.”

Another conversation emerges about everyone in the room and who to talk to and who definitely not to talk to, for professional reasons of course, and Damian and I are done eating.

“Would you like to dance, (nickname) ?” Damian usually doesn’t ask, he usually pulls on my sleeve but I am not wearing one so I smile and take his hand.

-Jason’s POV-
I am so fed up. I slam my drink onto the table, not hard enough to spill any of it though.

“Jason! What’s going on?”
I look at Bruce and don’t know what to say. Thankfully Dick says something.

“Jason is mad because Damian is spending time with y/n instead of him.”
Dick continues to eat and I regret being thankful he said anything.

“Ha, you’re jealous of a little boy.” TD

“Shut it Tim, you don’t know what’s going on.”

“Well that’s what happens when you don’t ask her to the ball. She’s not dating you, you know.” TD

“Timothy, you never reiterate a mans woman issues back at him.” Bruce smirks. “Why are you so upset, just go dance with her. The night is still young Jason.”

“It’s just that-” I pause, no one else needs to know. “You are right. I will go dance.”

I whisper to Dick, “you go steal y/n and I am going to have a little chat with Damian. He nods and I make my way to Damian.

I snatch Damian while everyone is turning around and drag him to the men’s bathroom.

"Why did you do that?” Damian growls at me.

“What are you doing?” I say, backing Damian up into the sink and crossing my arms.

“Nothing.” He pouts and looks away.

“Well stop doing it.”

“No.”

“And why not?” I ask, getting a little frustrated.

“Because I heard you. You are making a big mistake.”

“Yea? What do you know?” I scoff.

“I know that she likes you but she doesn’t know you like her. I know that you will have a very hard time telling her you love her. I know something could go wrong and she won’t come to the manor to see me and I will only be able to see her at her apartment and I will be very disappointed to see her dating someone else and having her be sad because she will have to choose between spending the night with me or her lover. I’ll be sad because I know I will ruin her relationship because she will choose me and her partner doesn’t like that.”

I took a step back, astonished.
He sniffles and I feel kinda bad.

My arm is scratching my neck and I sigh.
“Okay demon spawn. We won’t do anything-”

“I heard you guys. You are going to do that 'thing’ with her, and I don’t care that she asked you to. You still are making a risky move.”

“I’m doing it Damian. You can’t stop me.”

“Yes I can. I can stop you. Don’t challenge me.”

“How, big man. How will you stop me?”

He looks up at me with rounded eyes and sniffles, “oh y/n can I stay over tonight? Please? I need help asking a girl out tomorrow. I don’t know what to do, and she’s dating someone else. I’m so upset about it.”

Fuck. He’s good.

I kneel down and grab his shoulders.
“Stop, please. Please don’t do this. Don’t ruin this for me.”

“You’re ruining it for me. How could you think about this? Why are you risking it all?” The angry glare returns and I press my head on to his small chest.

“I love her damn it! Damian I already know that this is risky. You don’t know what it’s like to fall in love with someone and not be able to tell them because you are scared to lose them. I have been scared this whole time and have been trying to date other women when she’s dating other guys and I am tired of it. I will not be scared tonight. I won’t be. I promise you, no matter what happens tonight, you won’t be the only one taking the blunt of it. Let me do this. It’s my last chance. Please. I love her.”

He pauses and huffs.
“Fine, but if you hurt her, I will kill you. I will kill you if you hurt her tonight, or later in your relationship.”

I jump up and lift Damian in to the air.
“Thank you Dames!”
I kiss his little cheeks and run outside to find y/n.

Dick meets me out the ballroom doors and grabs me, “where have you been? Its been 30 minutes, she’s dancing with other guys right now.”

“I’ve been talking to Damian, I literally had to get his consent for tonight.” I roll my eyes. “Can I dance with her now? Please?”

Dick swats my shoulder and meets my eyes. “Why are you asking me? Go get the girl, we are leaving after 9:30 to make it home by 10:30.”

I smile and walk off, scanning the room for y/n.
She is dancing with some guy and I gracefully tap his shoulder.
“Mind if I steal her for a sec?”

-Your POV-
Jason takes hold of my waist and my hand and dances very playfully with me.

The song is very upbeat and he takes this opportunity to swing me and dip me and I forget where I am. All I see are his beautiful eyes and his strong jawline. He is constantly picking me up and I am literally floating, it feels like magic. I have always liked him. Always. Am I ruining our relationship tonight?

“You having fun tonight princess?”

“Yea, hey why did you pull Damian away from me earlier? I noticed that you know.” I giggle as he continues to dance with me.

“Had an important conversation with him. It was urgent.”

I laugh again and rest my head on his chest.

“Jason, you were jealous.”

I can hear his heart race and then slow again.
He coughs and leans down to my ear.
“Okay, a little. I was tired too, you could have let me sleep on your lap.”

“Sure big boy, next time I feel like I want to be crushed to death I’ll remember that you are tired.”

We continue to dance until Jason says we have to leave, and he winks at me.

I really hope I don’t ruin anything tonight.

-Jason’s POV-
I am so fucking excited. In the car I keep my hands on y/n and made sure she could smell my armani cologne she likes so much. She’s leaning on my chest and my hand is on her thigh. I nuzzle into her hair and we whisper talk about all the people at the ball.

She makes me laugh talking about all the boys she didn’t enjoy dancing with. Damian is sleeping but resting his head on her lap, Dick is in control of the music and jamming out.

The night is perfect.