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The pros and cons of dating NCT 127


Anon: Hey! Love your blog and your writing style! I think this is a bit of a tough request, but I request it to you because I believe you’re the one who can answer it the best. To safe you some time and stress, this is for NCT127 :) What are the pros and cons of dating each member? Like what would be the good things and what would be the difficulties? Good luck on your exams! Love Anon❤️

Thank you for the request! This is literally the fastest I’ve done a request because I literally loved this request! And thank you for thinking that I’m the best for this! I just hope that I’ve answered it correctly and that toy enjoy reading it!

The rest of the members are under the cut because this is a very long post lol. But sorry about the length of Mark and Haechan’s, I was in a rush to finish them so I didn’t get to spell check them!

Please request more units/members if you’re interested!

You can find the pros and cons of dating Ten here!


Originally posted by planettaeil


  • Chivalrous - Taeil, being the oldest member, is probably going to know how to treat his girlfriend/boyfriend. He’d be well-mannered and considerate, always making sure to open doors for you, pull your chair out before you sit to eat, having a hand at the palm of your spine to reassure you of his presence. Everything about him seems so traditional and gentlemanly and no doubt he’d be a total sweetheart in a relationship. He’d make you feel like a princess/prince in your relationship, as he’d always be putting you first and making sure to be polite as to not make you uncomfortable. 
  • Stable - This one, again, I think comes with age and experience. He’s not like the younger members who might suddenly decide to change everything in their life and be totally unpredictable. He knows what he wants from life, he knows how to get there and he knows that there’s no point in committing to something pointless. At least in a relationship, you’d know that Taeil was in in for the long-haul; he’s not here for some petty fling or a couple months. He’d want the whole marriage and kids and growing old together kind of thing, and that would provide reassurance and stability in the relationship, knowing he’ll be completely faithful and loving. 
  • Passionate - Although Taeil is slightly more on the introverted side and therefore probably wouldn’t show much skinship or physical affection to his S/O, he’d still be a very passionate person. He’d yearn for the physical affection in private, loving the skin contact and initiate moments. That being said, he’d probably also be quite passionate in bed and have a side to him that most people would not expect. It’d be comforting knowing only you got to see this side of him. The fact that he’d open himself up to you, physically and emotionally, would be a honour.


  • Often distant - Being an introvert, would mean communication in a relationship would come harder to Taeil than someone more open. He’d like his quite time and being by himself. He’d be used to not opening up and keeping it to himself. Sometimes he’d subconsciously close himself off you, not speaking or texting you for a few hour or even days at a time. It’d be hard. You’d think he wasn’t interested in you anymore or that you had done something wrong even though you hadn’t. He wouldn’t realise this though, which would always cause a few arguments and complaints from you when he decided to speak to you again. 
  • People-pleaser - Maybe this is just a trait of introverted people, but I think he’s the type to want to please everyone. He doesn’t enemies or grudges held against him. If someone asks him for himself, no doubt he’ll do it. This would be quite irritating in a relationship. At the start of your relationship, you’d find out that he was still close with his exes, which you didn’t really like. It wasn’t because he was still interested them, but because he literally couldn’t bring himself to tell them that he wanted to be left alone. Although you’d love his big, warm heart, sometimes people would take advantage of it and he’d continue people to keep hurting him because he wanted to please them - and that would pain you a lot, to see the love of your life getting hurt time and time again. 
  • Easily provoked - Again, maybe this is just a trait of quiet people, but Taeil, I see as having a short temper. I know this kind of contradicts my point above, but hear me out lol. With people he really loves and cares about, he only wants the best for them. Therefore if they make a decision or do something he disagrees with because he thinks it’s going to backfire on them, he’d get angry very quickly. He’d be snappy and sarcastic, and find it hard to understand why they would make just a “daft” decision. Likewise, if someone criticised his life, he’d get angry. It’d be quite annoying for you as you’d always have to be careful with your choice of words.

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The Swap [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

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Summary: when the unimaginable happens and you see yourself trapped inside your best friend’s body, magic doesn’t seem like child’s play anymore. (Teen!Lin)

Word Count: 4,719

Warnings: A lot of cursing and a lot of dick jokes, lol

A/N: WRITE-A-THON DAY #1 Y’ALL!!!! (and no, you’re not lost, I decided to post this earlier because I’ve been getting a crazy amount of love today and to me this is the best way I can think of to repay you guys) This might be the funniest piece I’ve written in my life. It was so fun to picture the whole situation and to brainstorn with @down4usnavy because she’s THE BEST and thanks to my hamwriters girls for proofreading this mess and @tempfixeliza for reading this also and giving me that ol’ confidence boost. Hope you like it!

Tagging: @aham-threw-his-shot-away - @oooimaghost - @hartbg - @a-dott-ham - @ruth-hamilton-delrio - @mofoing-democraftic-republican - @backitup-humperdinck - @always-blame-jefferson - @picklessfights

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You didn’t believe in magic. At least not anytime after you turned nine years old. But then… You woke up that morning.

You started by noticing you weren’t in your bedroom, was it… Lin’s bedroom? Movie posters, comic books and many, many cassettes, yeah, that was definitely Lin’s bedroom. But you didn’t sleep with him last night, you remembered clearly the moment he dropped you home like he always did and went back to his place.

As your hand moved to your face trying to wake yourself up when you felt… Was that facial hair? Since when did you have a stubble? All the drowsiness that you could possibly have just vanished when you got up from the small bed and ran to the the mirror. You couldn’t blame the dim light coming through the curtains for that.

You were Lin-Manuel.

Worse, you were yourself trapped in Lin-Manuel’s body.

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These Feelings || Jughead Jones

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

word count : 1,237

pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

warnings : a little smutty towards the end, upset reader.

summary : You and Jughead bonded over the fact you are both really sarcastic to your friends but when Jughead realizes he starting to like you(and having no clue what those feelings are at first) he starts to ignore you. Being really confused, You try and confront the aloof Jughead; only for things to get a bit heated between you two.

a/n : i decided to combine these two since i thought they would compliment each other! c:

requests are open

     It had all started in freshmen year; you had sat right next to Jughead Jones. Of course you had known about him, who didn’t know about the infamous loner Jughead Jones the Third. But you never expected to become friends with him. You were the sarcastic duo, the two most people didn’t like only because they never knew if you two were serious or not. You had even surprised the male; considering how you were so nice to your family but to your friends you were an overly sarcastic person. You had only said “they are family; you can’t be mean to family.” and the two of just nodded slowly, smiling lightly at each other before continuing on with your family picnic.

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I Though I Was Coming With a Flu [edited]

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Fem!Reader, Sam, Dr. Blaze (OC)

word count: 2k

Warnings: Bit of angst, fluff, lots of it, unexpected pregnancy!!!

A/N: This is and old story among the firsts pices of SPN fanfiction I ever wrote and posted on Tumblr. Since my brain haven’t been helpful with me and the new stories I have in mind I decided to edit this one. I was about to change the ending a bit, but fuck it. I like it, even if it is dull… Oh, and I’m tagging people.

Anyways this is prompt: ‘The reader was told she was infertile by her doctor a long time ago. She finds out he was wrong when she realizes she’s pregnant… with Dean’s baby.    From “60+ Dean x Pregnant!reader Prompts” that I don’t remember who it was from because I deleted the original post, so sorry!! 

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Originally posted by out-in-the-open

I Thought I Was Coming With a Flu

The cold water felt wonderful against your hot, flushed face, soothing the feverish sensation. You delicately patted the droplets off of your sensitive skin with a soft fluffy towel. Observing in detail your reflection in the mirror, you didn’t recognize the person looking back at you anymore.

Dark circles around your eyes,cheeks shrunk to half it’s normal size- displaying the cheekbones through thin, pale skin - It’s been, what two, three weeks since you started to feel sick… you didn’t keep count anymore. Your neck looked longer and thinner, not to mention that you’d lost at least 20 lb and all of your jeans were baggy now, even your sweats started to slide down your hip.

You carded your fingers through your dirty hair, moving  it to the side and contemplated your languid face once more before rinsing your mouth with the last of mouthwash; what was the point on brushing your teeth if you were going to throw up again in like 20 minutes?

You made your way down the hall to the kitchen, stopping once or twice to catch your breath; you couldn’t be off bed for more than a few minutes without feeling like you were going to faint. You finally reached your destination and laid against the doorframe, to regain your composure and were immediately greeted by the worried looks of the Winchester brothers.

“Morning to you too,” you said in a sarcastic tone.

“Hi,” they said in the unison.

“Umm… Hun, you know it’s 5 in the afternoon, right?” Dean was getting up so you could seat on his place, even though there were a lot of empty chairs.

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The best ENTP rant/description you’ve never heard 

Here’s my take with all the dirt. An ENTP looks great from the outside because we make you laugh, we give you true insightful criticism, we know all about your interests, and really “understand” you -we know logically why you feel like you do, even if you don’t. We find creative “why didn’t I think of that” solutions to not only your life problems but your computer problems too. We can charm your grandparents, your parents, and your friends. We can party with the extraverts, and sit in silence with the introverts. We can talk Trek with nerds, and Baudelaire with artsy-fartsies. You probably didn’t notice us in high school because we were in our embryonic pseudo INTP/INTJ morph. But you got surprised when you saw us back from college break and though we looked different (aka more desirable). We seem now just oh so dreamy and exciting.

But all that takes a -lot- of energy. It’s a performance we put on tailor made, on the spot, just for you. Eventually we get tired and the mask slips off. That’s when you think we’re shallow or self-centered, but the truth is, you misunderstood our performance for personal interest. (And maybe we did too — it’s easy to lose yourself as a method actor.) But we’re just as cold and analytical ruthless as the other NTs: We don’t nitpick you apart like an INTJ, or categorize your usefulness like an ENTJ, or test your mental capacity like an INTP. We understand you by (subconsciously) pushing all your secret buttons…for good or bad. Maybe you fell in love with us, but now your angry and conflicted because you don’t understand why we’re suddenly being cold and distant. We’ve retreated — because while we’re good at faking emotion, and logically understanding why people feel a certain way, we’re really terrible at actually handling emotion. We get overpowered by it and annoyed by the illogicalness of it. ( Besides, we’ve already found a new shiny.) Now you hate us…but here is some consolation. We have a built-in nemesis and he’s a real bastard.

We turn that critical wide-ranging eye on ourselves. You can’t see it from the outside, but were utter perfectionists in our heads and we relentlessly measure ourselves against the realistically unachievable. Somehow we can’t find the same easy solutions to our problems as to everyone else’s, and we become mired in too many possibilities, haunted by how inadequate our own creative efforts seem to us. We at once believe our own hype, and ruthlessly condemn ourselves. We’ll may you our creations (probably something ½ finished). We secretly want your praise, like an 8 yo child. We don’t accept your garlands though (unless you’re an expert we respect) — because we’ve already judged ourself against Perfection and came out wanting. If you tell us you think it’s good, we won’t believe you. For what you mistook as bravado and arrogance, is really very wry, very sarcastic self-mortification. 

We can stagnate in our mess of ideas, with no external system of organization to help us move forward. We have brief mad rushes of energy —back, forward, right, left, a random walk of ideas with a net movement of zero. If you’re really smart, being an ENTP is a double curse…because your ideas are loftier, your movements more wide-ranging, your internal critic all the more perniciously accurate. You stand on the shoulders of titans, glimpsing something wonderful across the jungle of possibilities, and sketch out a map.

But then it happens: SJ reality. They turn off your water because you forgot to pay the bill. A check bounces because you didn’t know how much money you had in the account. You burn dinner because you’re suddenly obsessed with typing out a manifesto on a blog. You tell a friend you’ll meet him at 7:00 and show up at 9:00. You forget to call your mother on her birthday. You put off simple annoyances (like depositing a check) for weeks. Your mighty creative intuition gets mostly employed to talk your way out of the stupid jams your procrastination landed you in. People with lesser talents, pass you by and you make excuses: (The internal critic says it’s because your stupid and lazy). You don’t get the promotion because while you have a lot of good ideas, you don’t follow through. You’re unreliable. You have no problems expressing your boredom with your job or critiquing your boss publicly in front of his superiors, not realizing the implications. SJ boss now -really- doesn’t like you. You get A’s in some college classes and F’s in others — but all your NT professors still think you’re intelligent, even the one’s giving your F’s, because they’ve fallen for your charms and excuses. 

But people like you — they think your unique, clever and entertaining, because you are. They give you chances. So you pick yourself up, dust yourself off from your failures, and try again. Maybe you get your self another brilliant ENTP friend and start Apple Computer. Or write Candide. Or invent Quantum Electrodynamics. Or host the Daily Show. Maybe tomorrow. Or Next week. But what you’ll probably do, instead of working on finishing a paper your supposed to be readying for peer review, you’ll spend an hour typing out a cathartic blog post that’s maybe more about your own insecurities than being an ENTP.

So is ENTP the best of all the types? Hell yes it is. =)”


Mafia!Jungkook Imagine Pt.2

Part 1// Part 2

“The deal was that your collegue is free. Well, he is now. He’s on his way home with the other cop. Make yourself comfortable, sweetie, because your not leaving soon.”

Great. Now you were the one who was being kidnapped and Miller wasn’t going to come and save you. You tried to stay calm, but that wasn’t easy considering that your life was on the line. However, what scared you the most was that you couldn’t see the Mafia guy… He might be standing right behind you with a knife and you wouldn’t even notice. Just the thought of that gave you chills. You slowly walked deeper into the dark, hoping not to run into something. You had to get away from him. If you couldn’t see anything, he probably couldn’t either. You took one step… A second one… You couldn’t hear him. Was he even still here? Where the hell was he and how could he be that quiet? The only thing you heard was your own, hectic breath.

“Oh well, I didn’t expect you to throw yourself at me.”

You jumped and breathed in sharply. His voice… It was directly in front of you. You could even feel his breath on your face now. Just how did he get there? You could have sworn he was standing behind you in the beginning! You quickly took a step back. Your heart was hammering against your chest.

“What do you want from me? Get away.”, you said, keeping your voice as stable as possible. He laughed. Suddenly, you could hear his loud steps. You raised you arms over your head to protect yourself, but…

He wasn’t walking towards you. What was he doing? Before you could think about it any longer, suddenly bright light was dazzling you. You squinted you eyes, trying to get used to the sudden brightness. Why’d he turn on the lights now? What would you see? You slowly tried to open your eyes, not just out of fear but also curiousity. You looked around, immediatly searching for the guy. The room you were in wasn’t as big as you’d thought. And not as… scary. One could even say it was… cozy? You were standing in front of a dark red sofa, just like the one in the bar. The walls were painted in a calming beige. Next to you you noticed a big desk with a wooden chair, but there wasn’t anything laying on it. Besides than that, the left part of the room was empty. You noticed someone moving from the corner of your eye and you quickly turned around. The brown haired guy was standing about 10 metres away from you, leaning against the wall- and he had this wicked smile on his lips, again. He always seemed like he was plotting something, even if he smiled. You couldn’t stop youself from noticing how hot he looked. At least he wasn’t right in front of you this time.

“To answer your question- I just tried to have some fun, but your reaction wasn’t as hilarious as I hoped. Not as funny as everyone before you. Anyways, we’ve got something to talk about. Sit down.”

You just silently watched him, wondering what the hell he was up to. If he was planning on killing you, why didn’t he just do it? If this was a kidnapping, why would he want to talk to you? 

“About what do you want to talk? How I prefer to die? ”, you asked sceptically. Now that you could see where he was, some of the fear from earlier had disappeared. You felt exhausted and confused. What was the point of panicking when you couldn’t change a thing about all this? You didn’t want to sit down and calmly talk about everything. However, suddenly his smile disappeared and he started coming your way. And- again- you couldn’t help it, you were scared.

“Either you sit down yourself or I’ll help you with it. It’s your choice.”, he said. You could tell he wasn’t messing around by the treathening look in his eyes. And you didn’t want to make everything worse, so you quickly sat down on the sofa before he had made his way over to you. You were to tense to notice how comfortable it was. He took the chair and pulled it in front of the sofa, so that he could face you while sitting down. You tried to breath slowly to  calm yourself down. Maybe there was a way to get out of here, you shouldn’t lose your hope that early. The guy was now sitting in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked at you with a measuring look. It made you feel umcomfortable- not like you’d felt comfortable in the first place.

“So, what do you want to talk about?”, you asked, trying to hide your impatience and confusion.

“Don’t you wonder why I kidnapped you? I don’t just abduct someone because I’m bored. That’s not worth the effort.”

You scoffed internally. Oh, you didn’t wonder at all, wasn’t kidnapping a normal thing to do? Of course you wondered, what was he thinking…? However, you decided against being sarcastic, for you own good.

“I do.”, you said shortly. You were curious, but you hoped he would tell you without you asking him. You wanted to avoid saying something that would make him angry.

“Listen. You might have already noticed that this was a trap. I expected you to come and get your dumb little friend. It’s a shame I had to let him go, he was quite talkative… under special circumstances. However, back to why your here. You’ve been observed for quite some time now. The lady selling street food. The old man living next to you. Even the post man I believe. It’s funny what people do for money.”

Your eyes widened in shock. That couldn’t be true…He must be joking! Why would the Mafia observe you? You were just a common police officer! You recalled all the times you’d got yourself dinner at the street food stall. The lady there had always been a little bit talkative, but Mafia…? And how often you’d done the laundry for the grandpa living next door! You had basically told him everything about your private life… You couldn’t… you didn’t want to believe that, they weren’t part of the Mafia.

“Y-your lying… Why would the Mafia take interest in me? I’m just an average person, I haven’t… I  mean… Why?”, you asked him confused. All this didn’t make sense.. right? The Mafia guy just looked at you emotionless.

“I don’t now either, I’m not the head of the Mafia. I’m a sniper, you know. I was confused to when they told me to kidnap you and inform you about… Your new life. And why would I lie to you?”

By now you were completely done. A sniper. Ok. Not like you cared at this point. But what did he mean by ‘new life’?

“My new life? Are you completely… What do you mean by that? I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who can tell when I need a new life, and I’m quite happy with my old one!” You didn’t even try to hide you anger, but the man in front of you didn’t seem to care.

“The Mafia isn’t. Guess who’s more powerful. But let’s start from the beginning, let me explain everything. These days, there are lots of riots between the different Mafia clans. Which means people are dying… And new people need to be educated. However, right now the kids who are already born into the Mafia are still to young and we need good snipers. We can’t set their life on the line. Your known for you shooting skills and your said to be one of the best police officers. Not like you'be proven that today. But see, (Y/N), you know where this is going.”

You flinched when he said your name. Of course he knew it. You’d told your neighbour. But still, you were in a loss of words. As a police officer you hadn’t been working on cases involving the mafia yet, so you hadn’t noticed any riots between the Mafia gangs. But they must’ve been really bad if the Mafia was already trying to recrute their worst enemies… The Police. Maybe the Police wasn’t their worst enemy anymore.

However, you didn’t need to think twice about that. You weren’t, not under any circumstances, going to work for the Mafia. You’d rather die than kill innocent people. And you knew that’s exacty what you were going to do…

“No way. I’m not going to work for the mafia. Kill me if you want, but I refuse.”,you said, making your words sound harsh. You knew you could never forgive yourself if you’d give in.

The Mafia guy was raising one eyebrow, than he smiled at you. He probably expected this answer, even though he didn’t seem to undertstand it. It did confuse you, but you were curious about his answer.

“Are you sure? You could save peoples lifes. Childrens lifes. I would be the one teaching you, so you don’t need to worry about your skills. If I was you, I’d consider it as long as I’ve got the chance.” He looked you right in the eye and you could tell he was trying to be convincing. It actually seemed like he cared about you. But you weren’t dumb, he was only trying to get his job done. Of course you didn’t want to die, but if saving peoples lifes meant taking others… No, you didn’t have a choice.

“Forget it. I’m not going to work for the Mafia.”

“Is that your last word, (Y/N)?”, he asked sighing.

You just nodded. So that was it. You never expected your life to end like this… All you ever wanted was to help people, to make them happy and feel save. And here you were now. You didn’t even want to think about your parents… You didn’t want to cry infront of this guy. You just wished you’d seen them one last time to tell them how much you loved them. At least you’d saved Officer Millers life.

The brown haired guy stood up and slowly walked to the door. You shuddered,  finally noticing how cold it actually was. You tried not to think of anything. You tried not to think about how your life as a sniper would be. Suddenly, you saw that the Mafia guy had turned around and was looking at you with a strange expression. Now you where the one raising one eyebrow.

“Ah, and (Y/N)… I’m not supposed to tell you, but… As soon as I leave this room and tell my boss about your decision, the bomb in your parents house will be activated.”

You felt your heart drop as your eyes grew wide in shock. He walked on, grabbed the doorknob and opened the door…


“Wait. WAIT!!!”, you screamed in panic.

The guy turned around, smiling in triumph.

“Welcome to the Mafia, (Y/N). I’m Jungkook and I’ll be your teacher for the next months.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


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May I have this drink?

Request: Your Archie imagine is seriously so cute! Could I request another Archie x Reader where the reader, a river vixen, gets drunk at a party and Archie takes care of her? If you’re comfortable with writing about alcohol, that is! I completely understand if it’s something you don’t want to write about! Thank you :)

A/N: Stop this is so cute.  This is gendered (fem!) because I assumed based on the request.  If you want a gender neutral version feel free to message me.  I also got a lil bit carried away with this one omg.  Also lowkey based on a true to life party experience. wild time.  Also, god, am I sorry about the number of times I had to post this and delete it to get into the tag.  If you follow me, sorry. Thank you for requesting, and feel free to hit up my inbox with any ideas for imagines!

Word count: 1655

Warnings: cursing, alcohol mention, vomit mention, parties?  I don’t know if I’m doing this right.

Originally posted by jane-foster

Alcohol had never really been your thing.  You could tolerate it, but a coke was much more up your alley.  You just had an issue with control, and alcohol took that control from you.  

So you didn’t drink.  Big whoop.

However, with your boyfriend Archie being a big popular quarterback and you being a big popular River Vixen now, you frequently found yourself being dragged along to post-win parties where most people in your school were shit faced by eleven.  

This was a routine you found yourself slipping into: getting dragged along, pouring a soda for yourself, and finding a wall to lean on until it was time to drive your boyfriend home.  However tonight, the routine had been broken.  Reggie for some reason wouldn’t leave you alone, and Archie was off making friends somewhere, leaving you to deal with him on your own.  Not that you couldn’t just… what a waste of your time.  

“You know, you kind of come across to me as a rum girl.  You a rum girl?”  You imitated a buzzer noise at his guess, eyes straight ahead, trying to give him as little attention as possible.  “Tequila?  No.  You’re classier than that.”  He continued making his judgements based on what alcohol he guessed you must have been drinking.  “Vodka?  Is there even vodka here?”

“There’s always vodka, but you’re still wrong.” He seemed confused for a moment, but a sneaky grin soon stretched across his face in realization.

“So miss cheerleader badass doesn’t even drink?” You rolled your eyes, letting out a sarcastic ding, ding, ding!  “Wow.  Now I always picked you as kind of hard to read, but I was sure I had you down as a rum girl.  Really?  What is that just coke?” Unamused, you nodded.  “Interesting.  So no way you’re getting messy drunk tonight?”  Not wanting to say something you may regret, you sucked in a deep breath.  “Shame.  Was looking forward to that fun.” He winked, and then pushed off into the crowd, leaving you at your wall.

An hour or so passed, and you drank a few more cups of your sugary soda.  Around the third, you started to feel different.  Passing it off as just being tired, you kept yourself hydrated through your profuse sweating at the temperature of the room.  However, a few cups later you found yourself really noticing a difference in how you felt.  Your stomach started to churn a little bit, and it was almost like the room was spinning.

You noticed someone’s eyes on you from across the room, and hesitantly you met them, finding Reggie staring right at you.  The churning in your stomach turned vicious as you felt a disoriented anger rise in your blood, narrowing your eyes at him.  He had done something.  Presumably, something bad.  He took slow steps toward you, stopping about eight inches from you.  

“You alright Y/N?” He asked, a wide smile on his face.  He inched toward you, but you raised your hand to stop him.  However, your arm felt kind of light, limp almost, and your palm against his chest definitely wouldn’t be much.  “Whoa.  Have you been drinking?  Damn, you smell like rum.” He chuckled, and you let out a noise that almost resembled a growl.

He had been right, you were a rum girl if any, and your neutrality towards the taste of it had allowed you to get drunk off spiked soda.  Presumably, spiked by the devil incarnate.

“You’re a real ass,” you slurred, mentally cursing at your inability to hide the fact that you were inebriated.  This could easily be blamed on the fact that you didn’t drink often, and that you had probably consumed quite a bit of alcohol at this point.  “Where’s Archie?”

Reggie pretended to think for a minute, “Hm, I don’t really know.  He dipped out of the crowd around half an hour ago.”

You tried taking deep breaths to encourage your body to flush this garbage out of your system.  “I’m going to find my boyfriend.”  You took one step forward, and found somebody’s foot where yours was supposed to go, and all your weight went backwards right into a body.  

Reggie’s mocking tone filled your ear as he whispered, “Whoa there, Y/N.  Don’t go so soon.  You’re in no shape to be walking around a party on your own.”

“Get off me, you pig,” you grumbled, using your half-functioning limbs to push against his tight grip around your waist.  When he wouldn’t budge, you found yourself panicking a little, struggling more.  Your eyes searched the living room for Archie, but he was nowhere to be found, this only increasing your nerves.  “I said, get off!” You tried yelling, but your voice was fragile, lacking in the power it normally had.

“Shh… you’ve had too much to drink.  Let’s go find Archie.” He let go of your waist, giving off the impression that you’d be allowed to walk, however a nudge sent to your shoulder sent your unbalanced body tumbling forward.  Before you hit the ground, the boy pulled you into his arms.

“Put me down!  Stop touching me!” You wriggled in his grip, only making him smile more.  

“Reggie!” Archie’s voice suddenly hit your eardrums, and while you weren’t necessarily soothed immediately, it worked wonders on your building anxiety.  “What the hell are you doing, man?”

“Your girlfriend was looking for you.  She’s too drunk to walk.  Figured I’d help you out.” Reggie shrugged, letting you out of his arms, however your moments of being held like that juxtaposed to being vertical all of a sudden was no help for your already terrible equilibrium.  You found yourself free-falling into the chest of your ginger-haired, anger-puffed boyfriend.

“What’d you give her?” He grumbled, the words sending vibrations through his chest that made you giggle, his arm wrapping tightly around your back.  “Did you drug her?”

Reggie smiled fakely.  “Of course I didn’t.  She just confused the coke with the spiked stuff.  Easy mistake.”

“Not for someone ten times smarter than you,” Archie roared.  

“Archie,” you mumbled into the soft material of his shirt.

“If she’s so smart why didn’t she notice before she became full on drunk?” Reggie tossed back.

“Not being able to handle alcohol and intelligence are very different things.”  Archie narrowed his eyes, clearly ready to fight Reggie right here and now.

“Archie,” you tried again to stop him, this time tugging at his collar.

“What, babe?” He asked softly, ducking his head to insure you hear him, but not breaking eye contact with Reggie.

“We should just go.” He frowned at your slurred words but nodded, sending another threatening glare at Reggie before looping his arm under your legs and pulling you to his chest.  He carried you to his car, smiling at your soft ‘thank you’s’ that you whispered into his shirt.  “Hold on,” you said suddenly.  “Put me down.”  Without hesitation, he propped you onto your feet, and then promptly holding your hair behind your shoulders as you emptied the contents of your stomach onto the lawn.  “Wow that was hot,” you grumbled to yourself, leaning back against Archie as he helped you into the passenger seat.

“You feeling okay?”

“I’m doing great.”  You leant your forehead against the cool leatherette dashboard.   Even drunk, your sarcasm came through strong.  “Is this what it always feels like?”

Archie tried focusing on the road, but kept turning to see you were doing okay with the bumpy roads.  He found himself swerving to avoid the potholes so you wouldn’t vomit all over your own car, a worried crinkle in his brow at the sight of your now sleeping form in the passenger seat.  He pulled into your driveway, quietly maneuvering out of the car and coming to your side.

He placed a hand on your shoulder.  “Hey, we’re at your house.”

“Are my parents home?” You murmured, eyes open to slits.

“I don’t think so.”  

“Can you carry me?”

“‘F course.”  He once again pulled you into his arms, comfortably carrying you to your door, twisting the handle seemingly with ease despite having his hands full.  “Do you wanna shower?”

“Too tired.” He nodded.  

“Okay, let’s brush your teeth, though.”  

“‘Kay.”  Your lips brushed against his neck as your head lolled against his shoulder, him grinning at having you so close.   He carried you like this up your stairs to the bathroom where he sat you down on the fluffy bath mat with your back leaned against the tub.  

“How are you feeling?”


“Why’s that, babe?” He asked softly, squeezing some toothpaste on a toothbrush and handing it to you.  

“He got me drunk.” You frowned to yourself.

“It happens to everyone.” You looked up to him, and he smiled at the ring of white foam around your mouth.  While part of him was still mad at Reggie for getting you in a state like this, he had to say, you were kind of funny drunk.  He held his hand forward, pulling you upright and then leaning you against his chest.  “Spit.”  

He then softly walked you to your bedroom, where he helped you into a pair of his sweatpants that he found in the drawer and a baggy tee.  He laid you down under your covers, kneeling down beside your bed to get to your level.  “How are you doing?”

You smiled, “Why do you keep asking that?”

“I want to make sure you’re doing alright.”

You nodded.  “I’m doing alright.”

“Good.” He grinned as you shut your eyes.  

Without moving you asked, “Are you staying?”

He cocked his head.  “Do you want me to?”

“I’d like it.” His lips cracked into a smile again as he took off his jeans and shirt and gingerly laid down beside you.  You subconsciously turned into his chest, his arms wrapping around your back.  “I hate alcohol.”

He giggled lightly.  “Yeah, I know you do.”

Caramel Macchiato

Thank you so much for your love of The Project!

Sorry for the wait! The first draft of this ended up not being the greatest so I rewrote it which took a while. Anywho! I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 3959

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Warnings: Strong language. If this makes you uncomfortable do not read.

Description: Your best friend, Yoongi, tells you one day that he is interested in a girl who started working at BigHit recently. Being the selfless friend you are, you set aside your feelings and help Yoongi out with his newfound feelings. 

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“Yoongi! Hurry up!” you called from your blanket huddle on the couch. You had been watching a movie together, but Yoongi had left to make more popcorn. You had won rock paper scissors, leaving you with the luxury of staying in your warm pile while you waited for snacks to appear before you.

“Do you expect the popcorn to be done in under a minute? Practice some patience, woman,” Yoongi called back. You groaned, feeling your stomach begin growling. Movie marathons with Yoongi were so long that oftentimes the lazy pair of you would forget to eat.

You zoned out as you stared at the paused TV, your stomach occasionally growling. Suddenly the buttery scent of popcorn filled the room, prompting you to turn your head towards the dark haired boy carrying the popcorn bowl.

“Took you long enough!” you said while shoving your hand greedily into the bowl before your best friend had even sat back down. He gently smacked your hand away, making some yellow, buttery pieces of goodness fall to the floor.

“You are cleaning my floor mister,” you demanded as Yoongi settled down next to you. He groaned, setting the bowl next to him with an amused smirk. You chuckled and reached for the remote to resume the movie you were watching.

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Good Boy, Stevie // Steve Rogers x Reader (P1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x POC Reader, a tiny bit WinterWidow and ScarletVision
Word Count: 3.7k+
Warning: Language, fluff, Slooow burn, Sub!Steve, Dominant Reader  
Summary: Steve discovers he really enjoys you on top and in control. Pietro and Sam find out a little more about Bucky Barnes than they ever wanted to know. Wanda is a surprising supporter of *ahem* kinky things.

A/N: You really thought I was going to leave you hanging on ‘Oh Captain!’ like that? I’m not that sadistic. Okay…maybe I am but this story practically begged me to write it. Who am I to refuse?

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Previously on Oh Captain: Good Boy, Stevie //Part 2

It’s been three weeks.

It’s been three weeks since you absolutely rocked the hell out of Steve’s world. Every moment alone he had he spent reliving the feeling of your grip on his jaw and your thighs around his waist. Every night he exhausted himself to the memory of you whispering ‘cum for me, Stevie’ in his ear. Every morning he had a raging hard on he spent way too way too many damn hours in the gym or on the track trying to work off. Passing you in the halls between mission briefings and operation updates and seeing that sly smirk on your lips wasn’t helping matters at all. He felt like he was losing his mind. He might actually be losing his mind. He didn’t know what to do anymore.

Steve had never been power hungry; he knew being Captain America was a great responsibility and he accepted it. He loved taking care of his country, fighting so that kid he used to be, that kid he still sees in the mirror, never had to deal with bullies again. He loved fighting to protect a nation of outspoken runts with a strong moral compass had a chance to change the world. But sometimes…sometimes he wished someone would take care of him. Then he met you.

Since that night, he’d been trying to get up the courage to talk to you. He wasn’t exactly sure how to approach you. Your collective responsibilities as Avengers and Agents of SHIELD kept the promise of a second date and the promise of ‘next time’ hanging in the air. What happens now? What if it wasn’t good for you? What if you changed your mind? What if you met someone else? His anxiety had been particularly brutal to deal with lately.

“You don’t understand, Buck. I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t stop dreaming about her. Stark was in the middle of showing me a new weapons defense system for the Compound and all I could think about was how good she felt around me. I’m pretty sure I accidentally called Nat by her name during training once,” Steve confessed. Bucky couldn’t help but snort at his best pal’s dilemma. They were currently in the gym (when are they not, honestly?) working off some steam from Bucky’s latest mission. Steve seemed so wound up over Y/N. Women of SHIELD had a particular way of wrapping a man around their pinkie fingers. Bucky understood that more than words could express.

“Oh-ho, Nat noticed. She’s never going to let you live that down, punk,” he laughed.

“Jerk,” he shot back, “What am I going to do?”

“Do about what?” came the voice of a very grumpy Sam Wilson. He leaned against doorway with a furrowed brow. He was exhausted; how he was still standing and functioning after the insanity of this last month was unknown to even the gods. He looked like hell. And considering he’d just finished running 10 miles at the orders of Captain America, he felt like hell too. Goddamn super soldiers.  

“Steve’s all twisted up over Y/N. He hasn’t quite figured out how to talk to her after she fucked him silly,” Bucky replied, “You look like shit, man.”

“Yeah well, not all of us are lucky enough to have super soldier serum to keep us going after a 3 week long grueling mission in goddamn Siberia,” he snapped. Bucky chuckled wryly.

“Do you always use such fowl language at 7 in the morning, Sam?” Steve asked, laughing at his terrible pun. Sam shot him a dirty look.

“Give him a break, Wilson. [Y/N] is the first time he’s been laid in months since Sharon broke up with him. He doesn’t know how to cope with anything other than exercise.”

“Just because the Capsicle here was in hibernation for-fucking-ever doesn’t mean everyone else is as well rested. I need my sleep man!” Sam Wilson might have been a well-trained soldier but he was a man who took his sleep seriously.

“Language!” Steve chastised.

“Bite me, Rogers,” Sam hissed. Bucky just snickered at the both of them.

“Give him a break, punk. He did just come back from a 3 week long mission in the frozen tundra of Siberia. Let the poor man have a nap.”

Steve sighed. Maybe he had been working everyone a bit too hard. [Y/N] had him twisted in a bad way. Bucky was right: this was his issue. It wasn’t fair to make everyone else suffer just because he can’t get up the courage to speak.

“Alright, Sam. Go get some rest, you earned it.” Sam visibly slumped forward at the prospect of passing out in his bed. Mock saluting the two super soldiers, he all but raced to his quarters. Bucky’s amused snorts echoed through the gym. Steve couldn’t help but crack a wry smile.

“Do you want my advice?” Bucky asked.

“No. I’ve just been standing here venting about her for no apparent reason. Of course I want your advice.” Steve replied sarcastically. Bucky just chuckled at his best friend; dramatic was always Steve’s forte.

“Just talk to her. Isn’t that what you told me about Natasha? ‘Just tell her how you feel’?” Steve just looked at Bucky incredulously. Surely it couldn’t be that simple?

“Yeah, punk. It really is that simple.”

“After all these years, I still don’t know how you manage to read my mind like that.”

“I know you.”

“Alright, fine. I’ll talk to her. But if this goes sideways, I’m blaming you,” he said. Bucky held his hands up in mock surrender as he backed away from his friend. Laughing softly, Steve watched him grin like a Cheshire cat and slink out of the gym.

If Steve was slowly going nuts over memories of the two of you, you weren’t faring much better.

You dreams were littered with depraved thoughts of Steven Grant Rogers on his knees before you. Your sadomasochistic brain kept conjuring images of him bound to your bed, ass up with cherry red cheeks. The sting in your palms was imagined so often, you could virtually feel it. You could still hear him whimpering underneath you. Your libido practically screamed at you to bed Steve again. Fuck.

Clint and Natasha caught you zoning out of meetings so much they started taking bets on how soon you’d get caught. (There were currently six hundred dollars in the pot.) Getting your hands on Steve again wasn’t just a want; he was your poison and antidote.  Luckily for you, the universe was on your side. You couldn’t have known it then, but soon you’d be able to have Steve in every which way you so desired.

Today started out normally: morning workout, breakfast with whichever Avengers and agents were off mission, briefings, mission planning and debriefings, status updates and training then lunch. Following lunch, you oversaw new recruit training and finally you were done for the day. After cool down yoga and a hot shower, you liked to relax buy cleaning your guns and sharpening your knives at sunset. It was more than just making sure your weapons were always field ready; you’d discovered that tranquility of was found in repetition of routine. Cleaning and prepping your weapons gave you time to de-stress while keeping your hands busy.

You’d just finished loading the clip into your last gun and flicking on the safety when a tentative knock came at the door. The screen on the wall revealed a mildly nervous Steve bouncing on the balls of his feet. How cute. After giving FRIDAY the go ahead, your door slid open.

“Y/N!” he started, “I wasn’t sure you’d be in.”

“I’ve got a few of weeks of downtime and prep before SHIELD sends me on a two month mission with MI6 in London. You coming in or not, Rogers?” you asked. He grinned at you sheepishly and stepped into your room. FRIDAY closed the door behind him. You could feel his anxiety spike the moment the door shut. For just a moment, you could see the man underneath the serum clearly. Barely ninety pounds, adorable and shy around women; you ached to have him writhing beneath you.

Steve felt like he was nineteen years old again. His body might have changed but a part of him would always be that spry runt of a man who could appreciate a powerful woman. Something about the way you looked at him made him feel small in a way that he loved. Something about you made him feel like he could just be an unencumbered Steve and you’d take care of him. He wanted that. He wanted you.

“What do you need, Rogers?” you asked suggestively. You knew what he sought from you, you just planned to make him work for it. The double entendre wasn’t lost on him at all. His cheeks were tinged with pink; he refused to look you in the eye.

“I was wondering…if maybe…we could—I was wondering if maybe we could talk?” he asked. He could feel a brief surge of confidence; Bucky was right, telling you how he felt was the best course of action. He hoped. Double checking the safety on your gun, you put it back in your weapons cache. The pregnant pause blanketed the air around you as you made yourself comfortable near the foot of your bed. You gestured at the space next to you; Steve took his seat obediently.

“What’s up, Stevie?”  At the sound of that otherwise simple nickname, his cock twitched. One of these days he’d start remembering going commando with you around was a terrible idea. He could feel his ears burning furiously.

“I want…you,” he whispered. He could sense you grinning like a cat that finally captured its prey; your smirk radiated satisfaction.

“Not everyone is lucky enough to have serum enhanced hearing, Stevie. Care to speak up?” It must have been something about the way you teased him…you suddenly found yourself inches away from mildly defiant baby blue eyes. His soft full lips were mere millimeters from yours; the sound of heavy breathing was the only thing heard.

I want you.” The timbre of his voice sent shivers down your spine. As much as you wanted to mount him right there, you had to be sure this is what he really wanted. Snaking your arm up to his short hair, you curled your fingers and tugged his head back. He offered no resistance as you exposed his throat. The urge to sink your teeth into his skin and mark your territory was almost blinding. You could hear him breathing harshly; a quick glance to his lap revealed a ready and eager hard on. Was he…going commando? Fuck.

“And what is what you want…Stevie?” you purred. He closed his eyes briefly and groaned inwardly. You’d hardly touched him and he felt ready to explode. Opening his eyes, he met your gaze. He reached for your other hand and guided it to his throat, squeezing ever so softly. He groaned again. You bit your lip in effort to silence yourself. His large hand dwarfed yours around his throat, yet you’d never felt so in control.

“I want you…in control. I want this.”  There was no hesitation in his voice. In fact, it was the most confident he’s sounded since he set foot into your room. Here he was: Steven Grant Rogers, Captain fucking America, gifting his willing and eager submission to you. You swallowed hard; goosebumps covered your skin. When you seduced him all those weeks ago, you never could have imagined this. You never could have even dreamed to imagine this.

Squeezing the sides of his neck softly, you watched his eyes fluttered closed. “Are you sure, Steve?”

“Call me ‘Stevie’, please,” he whined. That sound went straight to your core. Releasing his throat, you pulled his face closer. Flicking your tongue out, you nipped his bottom lip; the wetness in your panties was threatening to soak through. His breathing hitched at the feeling of your teeth sinking into his flesh; you were so tempted to lose yourself in his kisses. Unbeknownst to you, Steve could actually smell how turned on you were. Thank God for the super soldier serum. You let go of his hair and forced yourself away from his sinful mouth.

“Okay, Stevie. Before we do this, we have to set some ground rules. But before we can do that, I need to know how much of this you’re aware of. How much do you know about what you’re from asking me?”

He half rolled his eyes at the absurdity of your question. “I’m over ninety years old, I’m not dead. I know what I’m asking for, Y/N.” The snark laced in his tone irked you. He wanted to be cute. You gripped his jaw in your hand and leveled him with your gaze.

Don’t sass me, Rogers,” you hissed. He gulped audibly and nodded. You freed his jaw.

“You’d be my first, but I’m not entirely new.” Cocking your head, you looked at him and considered the weight behind his words. You could work with this.

“Are you familiar with the color system?”


“Recite it to me.”

“‘Green’ means I’m all good. ‘Yellow’ means slow down or I need a break. ‘Red’ means stop immediately,” he replied.  

“Good. Are you comfortable with any particular titles?”

“I figured I would leave that up to you,” he murmured. His shyness was back. Why was it so endearing?

“This is as much for you as it is for me, Stevie. Do you have anything you’d prefer to call me?”

“I like ‘Miss’.” The fact that he could hardly say it without blushing sent goosebumps across your skin; he was so adorable.

“‘Miss’ it is.” You pushed him backwards onto the mattress and mounted his hips. His eyes widened at the sudden yet pleasurable pressure on his cock. Bracing yourself on your forearm, you ran a gentle thumb across his bottom lip. You could feel his heart racing in his chest, a mere echo of your own. 

“You’re so pretty, Stevie,” you crooned. His cheeks stained pink under your heated gaze and soft praise.

“You think so, Miss?” 

“I do. You looked so pretty underneath me last time. I wasn’t sure I’d get to see you again.” Despite your confident demeanor, a small part of you worried if you might have been too much for the good Captain. It pleased you so much to know that wasn’t the case. Steve tensed underneath you; he wasn’t sure how to explain that he’d spent the last three weeks with his cock in his hand imagining you having your oh so wicked way with him. Your watchful eyes didn’t miss a thing.

“Is something wrong?” you asked worriedly. When he didn’t immediately respond, you sat up and crossed your arms in front of you. If he changed his mind about everything now, you wanted to be prepared. Rejection was a bitch to deal with. Steve’s eyes met yours; the emotions swirling behind his gaze seemed to scream for understanding but you couldn’t grasp any of them.

“I need you to use your words, Rogers.”

Stevie,” he corrected softly. You smiled warmly at the shy man underneath you.

“I need you to use your words, Stevie. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

“You are,” he whispered. You arched your eyebrow in confusion. Sitting up and pulling you close, he took a deep breath and continued, “I couldn’t get last time out of my mind. Every free moment I had to myself I spent thinking about you…about everything…I wanted. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Really?” you half whispered in shock. He nodded, eyes shining brightly. “And what do you want?”

“I want to be with you. I want to give myself to you, to let you take care of me. But I want to take care of you too, not just in the bedroom. I want it all,” he admitted.

You weren’t entirely sure how to process his confession. Excitement coursed through your body; he wanted an honest to goodness relationship? You’d been single for a good while and enjoyed every moment; you’d be lying if you said the prospect of having someone to come home to every night didn’t make you happy.  What did you have to lose?

“Okay,” you said.

“Okay?” he asked, disbelieving.

“Okay,” you repeated. Steve beamed so brightly, you half wondered if he was actually radiating sunlight in your face. He was beautiful. Leaning in, Steve placed a tentative yet sweet kiss on your lips. Such a simple gesture stole your breath away. It was a kissed laced with the promise of something wonderful, loving and soul shaking. You pulled away, much to his disappointment.

“You know what this means now, don’t you, Stevie?” you said with a wolfish grin on your face. He shook his head in mild confusion. You reached up and fisted his hair in your hand; he groaned in pleasure.

You’re mine.”

Steve wandered around the Compound with the most infectious grin on his face. Everyone was already used to a relatively sprightly Captain but this was next level. He had to thank Bucky for giving him that kick in the ass he so desperately needed. Talking to you, working out rules, kinks and establishing your relationship put him in the absolute best mood; his anxiety was long forgotten. Whistling a happy tune, he half danced around the kitchen fixing lunch. In the midst of his perky preparation, he missed Sam and Pietro strolling into the open concept kitchen.

“What’s got him so happy,” Sam whispered to Pietro. Sam was significantly less grumpy after getting so much needed sleep.

“Do you think its [Y/N]? He hasn’t stopped talking about her for weeks,” Pietro replied.

“Cap and [Y/N]? Seriously?! Man, what else did I miss while I was in Siberia? I’ll never forgive Tony for not keeping me updated,” Sam grumped. Pietro just snorted at him.

“Keeping you updated about what?” came Wanda’s lilting voice. The boys shushed her almost immediately. “What’s going on??”

With a finger to each of their mouths, Sam and Pietro pointed at Steve’s humming and dancing figure in the kitchen. Wanda turned a particular shade of scarlet. This did not go unnoticed by either of the other Avengers. Leading her to the living room space, the boys all but held her hostage on the couch.

“What do you know?” they asked simultaneously.

“You know, sometimes I wonder if you two aren’t the twins instead of me and Piet,” she said while trying to sidestep their invasive question.

“Don’t try and change the subject woman, spill the beans,” Sam ordered. Pietro’s intense stare on her face only made her blush deeper.

“Shit, it’s good isn’t it?” Pietro asked. Making a locking motion in front of her lips, Wanda just shook her head in protest.

“Oh shit! It’s really good! Now you have to tell us,” exclaimed Sam. She shook her head harder.

“What are we telling?” asked Steve as he wandered into the living room with his impressively massive sandwich. Damn super soldier serum. Everyone yelped in surprise. Steve chuckled while settling into his favorite recliner. For a bunch of well-trained spies and secret agents, they sure were terrible at not getting snuck up on.

“Oh, nothing really,” Pietro lied smoothly, “Sam here was just talking about how he wondered if Tash and Bucky were into really kinky sex.”

Steve nearly choked on his lunch in surprise. Of all the things to come out of the young Sokovian’s mouth, that one hit a little too close to home. Pietro yelped when both Wanda and Sam smacked him in the back of the head.

“Oh come on! You can’t tell me you never thought about it? She’s like freakishly flexible.” Steve just shook his head at him.

“On that note, I’m out. I do not want to think about whatever kind of freaky sex Barnes is having with one of the deadliest women I’ve ever met in my life. In fact, I don’t ever want to think about Barnes having sex. If anybody needs me, I’ll be in the lab with Bruce and Tony trying to get these mental images out of my head forever,” said Sam. The awkward tension he left in his wake was nothing short of legendary.

“You know? I think I hear Stark calling me? I think I’ll just–.” Pietro didn’t even finish his sentence before he literally ran away from any kind of continuance of the current conversation. Wanda laughed at their collective ridiculousness.

“Do I even want to know?” asked Steve, mid sandwich. Wanda sighed in resignation. He was going to find out one way or the other.

“If you must ask, they were talking about you and [Y/N],” she said softly. Recalling the events from less than an hour ago, Steve blushed furiously. Now was a really unfortunate time to remember Wanda was a telepath.

“How much do you know?” he asked without meeting her amused gaze. Wanda stood up and walked over to the recliner he was sitting in.

“Enough to tell you that I’m not judging you for any of it; we all need our escapes,” she patted him on the shoulder gently, “don’t worry, Steve. Your secret’s safe with me.” He released a heavy breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“Thanks, Wanda.”

“She’ll take really good care of you, Steve. You couldn’t have asked a better person,” she said approvingly. He met her gaze and smiled softly. Nodding at the hungry super soldier, Wanda glided into the hallway. The images playing in both Steve and [Y/N]’s head had gotten her a bit worked up. It was time to teach Vision a few new things.

Steve relaxed into the recliner, sandwich in hand. If he’d been told three weeks ago that he would willingly and eagerly submit himself to you, he’d have laughed himself into the sunset. He shivered lightly as the words ‘you’re mine’ echoed around his brain. In more ways than one, you’d completely captivated him. He was looking forward to tomorrow night.

This was going to be so much fun.



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An Arranged Marriage (Newt x Reader)

**Gif not mine**

I know I said 11:00AM but I had to post it

Request:  Hi can you make newt × reader where they are in arranged marriageand she hates him but he adores her and after year of hating him she finds out that she actually loves him?(sorry if this is confusing😁)  - Anon

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Also, if this isn’t an accurate wedding we apologize xD

You nervously fiddled with your diamond earring, watching silently as maids rushed around, hurrying to make you look flawless for your wedding.  A white dress hung around you, a pretty thing with white lace and silk imported from India.  Your hair tumbled around your ears in tight curls, and white gloves hid your long, willowy fingers.  A light blush tinted your cheeks, and your lips were stained a dark red.  This would have been a wonderful day for anyone else, but you weren’t anyone else.  While wedding days usually stuck in your brain as a good and happy thing, you knew it was going to be a bad memory.

Then again, arranged marriages weren’t a happy thought.

Your parents had run out of options for you.  Every man that was eligible to become your husband had left after the first meeting, not being able to handle your disdain towards them.  Newt Scamander was the only one that lasted to the wedding day.  He adored you, but you just wanted him to leave you alone.

“Are you ready dear?” your mother asked, walking into the room and wiping away a tear.

You just glared at her as you picked up the hem of your dress, pushing past her as you stalked out of the room.

Her scurrying footsteps followed you in your wake as you march into the cathedral.  Your father was there waiting for you, his arm out for you to take.  You weren’t exactly happy for the moment, you know, with the whole arranged marriage papers your parents signed.  You sarcastically smiled at your father, who was nearly in tears as well, and linked your arm in his.  The doors to the cathedral flung open.  Your feet dragged down the aisle as the music played, and you had to force the bile crawling up your throat back down.  This was against everything you believed in.

When you reached Newt, he held out his hand for you to take.  You scowled at it, but you could practically feel your parents burning holes into the back of your skull, so you took it, and your father took his seat in the front row next to your mother.

Newt’s smile somehow brightened, and you wanted to slap his puppy-dog face.

The priest started his speech, saying you were connected and yada yada yada.  Newt’s hands were sweaty and warm in yours, but when you tried to wiggle your gloved ones away, he only held on tighter.  You let out a sigh of defeat as the priest turned to you to say your vows.  The recited words flew out of your mouth monotonically.  There was a hurt look on his face when you ended, but he said his vows with all the sappy romance that a person in love would have.

You wanted to rip out his chestnut curls.

“Do you, Y/N, take Newton Scamander to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the priest said.

You hesitated, but finally spat out an “I do.”

The priest nodded, satisfied, before turning to Newt.  “And do you, Newton Scamander, take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do,” Newt said automatically, a huge grin on his face.

“Then you may now kiss the bride,” the priest said happily.

Disgust rolled in your stomach as you turned to face Newt.  His eyes were gleaming.  “Are you ready?”

“I’ll never be,” you sighed as you closed the space between the two of you.

Cheers erupted in the crowd.  You pulled away from him.  There was a genuine smile on his face, but it quickly fell away when you spoke.

“Don’t expect me to be anything other than hostile to you,” you murmured in his ear before the reception began, leaving him with a sad look on his face.

This was never going to work out.

**One Year Later**

Sunlight dripped through your curtains, waking you up from your deep sleep.  Your arm was stretched out across the bed, which was still slightly warm.  You and Newt had been sleeping together ever since your mother found out that you were sleeping in different rooms.  (However, you did put a pillow between the two of you).  You first detested it, but now it felt almost… nice.  Although you were never willing to admit it.

Your bones popped as you got out of the bed and stretched.  You were about to open the door when the knob turned, opening to show a confused Newt.

“Oh… I thought you were still asleep,” he muttered, blushing.

“I’m obviously not,” you replied, walking past him to go to the kitchen.

You heard him sigh behind you, and suddenly he had gripped onto your arm, a dejected look in his eyes.  “Why are you so mean to me?” he whispered.  “I just want you to be happy, and if you hate me that much… then I’ll leave.”  Newt let go of your arm, and started to walk away, his shoulders slumped.

You realized you had made a big mistake.  “Wait!” you called out, Newt turning around.  

You realized it wasn’t the fact that you hated Newt, it was the fact you were mad for being forced into a marriage.  But you did love Newt, it just took you a bit to realize it.  You took out your anger for being forced to marry on him, which you know wasn’t right.  You would have liked it much better though if you had the option to marry the person you wanted by your side forever rather than being forced to marry a random person.

But now you realized Newt was that person you wanted by your side.  Forever.

“Newt… oh Newt, I’m so, so sorry  for the way I’ve treated you,” you said, holding both his hands in yours and looking right into his tear-filled sea green eyes.  “I took out my anger for being forced to marry on you, which I never ever should have done.  I know now that you’re the person I want by my side forever.  An intelligent, sweet, charming, and handsome man.  I know I’ve treated you like dirt from the beginning… but now I want a fresh start.  If you want to leave… I understand… but please… maybe give me another chance…?”

A bright smile shined on his face, and he tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear.  “Of course I do, love.  It wasn’t your decision whether you married me or not.”

You leaned in and kissed him.  It was the kiss you had always wanted with Newt, a passionate, romantic, and sweet kiss.  When you pulled away you rested your forehead on Newt’s.

“I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done to you… the truth is… I-I love you, Newton Artemis Fido Scamander.”

He smiled.  “I love you too.”

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7 minutes in heaven {pt.2}


pairing; jungkook x reader | taehyung x reader
genre; angst,romance
word count; 6.8k
warnings; mild/strong language

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A/N; sorry that it has taken me MONTHS to post this second part, i was really struggling with the story line here :( i hope you are able to enjoy it nonetheless, pls like and reblog as it helps me out a lot <3

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anonymous asked:

Hiiii can you write one where you and H have been dating for years, you find one of your friends got engaged really soon and H says something like "when you know, you know" and you start to think he doesn't want to get married to you since it's been so long and get distant?

“Y/N, I have to tell you something!” your best friend who you’d known since what felt like forever exclaimed to you as soon as you picked up the phone. 

It was about midway through the day and you had just finished cleaning out your closet when your phone started ringing, as you were trying to be productive on your day off of work. Harry was at a meeting but was meant to be back within the next hour or so. 

“What is it?!” you responded, feeling excited already just because of the tone of excitement in your friend’s voice. 

“He finally proposed! Y/N I’m getting married!!!” she almost shrieked, forcing you to pull your phone slightly away from your ear in order to save your ear drum. And you couldn’t help that your first instinct upon hearing the news was for your face to fall and heart to race, and not out of joy. But you immediately picked yourself back up and responded to your friend with the same tone of excitement, sharing your congratulations to her and her husband-to-be. And you were so happy for her, for them, because this was your best friend from childhood and she meant so much to you and you knew her now-fiancee was perfect for her.  

But once you two had finally ended the conversation and you put your phone back down on the table, your expression immediately fell again as it had upon first hearing the news. Pulling out the chair at the kitchen table, you sat down and your mind immediately went to work.

You and Harry had been together for almost four years now, and nobody was getting any younger. You were easily at marrying age, and you’d known for awhile that you would be more than happy to spend the rest of your life with him. But he just never made a move, never even hinted at the idea of spending his life with you. You had secretly been hoping for the past few months, almost year now, that he would propose or at least bring up the idea of marriage. But still, nothing. And you didn’t want to bring it up because you were worried you’d freak him out and scare him off or something, not that he would just pick up and leave because you two were so close now and had such a special relationship…a relationship that seemed like it had naturally progressed to a place where marriage would be the next step. 

You were so lost in this train of thought that you didn’t even notice Harry coming in the front door, and you were startled when he walked through the doorway into the kitchen, a smile on his face. 

“Sorry babe, didn’t mean to scare you,” Harry smirked as he walked over to kiss your forehead before taking off his jacket and grabbing a glass of water.

“Mmm, it’s okay, just thinking,” you smiled halfheartedly as he sat down at the table across from you. 

“Oh, Y/N, the funniest thing happened today. So we went by the studio and there was this girl waiting outside and -”

“Y/F/N just got engaged.” You interrupted Harry, not trying to be rude but growing more and more anxious each second and not in the mood for one of his stories that you always pretended to laugh at even though it wasn’t that funny. You were getting fed up and it was obvious to Harry, who’d never experienced you purposely interrupting him before. 

You watched as his brows furrowed, his mouth still open from when he’d been interrupted in the middle of his sentence. He paused before responding to your statement. 

“That’s great! Wow that should be a fun wedding,” he smiled, but the way he looked at you told you he wasn’t about to ignore your interruption, something you never did. 

“Mmm, isn’t it though?” you remarked, and Harry couldn’t tell if you were being sarcastic or not. 

“Erm, yeah, I guess when you know, you know,” Harry answered.

That was enough for you. Mumbling in agreement, though clearly not meaning it, you cleared your throat and stood up.

“Yeah I, uh, gotta go check on the laundry,” you murmured before walking out of the kitchen and into the hall, leaving a confused Harry sitting at the table. 

A frown formed on his face, as he’d been in a great mood and excited to talk to you. He assumed you were just in a mood or something, but he was not one to let conversations like these just slide. 

Getting up and walking to find you sitting on the end of the bed in your shared bedroom, clearly not checking on the laundry, Harry sat down next to you. 

“Please tell me what’s wrong, love.” Harry put his hand on your knee and tried to make eye contact with you, but you just couldn’t right now. And you suddenly felt exhausted, not wanting to do this with him right now.

“Harry, I just, can we just not right now. I think I’m just gonna take a nap or something,” you told him calmly, still not looking into his eyes. 

Even more confused and concerned now, Harry figured it was best to give you some space. Sighing quietly, he took his hand from your knee and stood up before leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

“I’ll be in the living room,” he told you sweetly as he left you alone. 

Sitting down on the couch to watch tv, Harry pulled out his phone and saw your friend’s post on Facebook about getting engaged. His eyebrows raised when he saw in her caption that she and her now-fiancee had been together 2 years. 2 years. 

Looking up from the screen, the numbers started running through Harry’s head as he realized that it had been almost 4 years since the two of you had started dating. And that’s when it hit him, that that’s what you were upset about, even though it would have seemed pretty obvious to most people. Harry just thought it was an unspoken fact that he wanted to spend his whole life with you, but he realized that now was the time to make plans and to finally ask you the question you had been hoping to be asked for so long now. 

All of You – Part 4 (I Love Her, Rick) – Happy Valentine’s Day!

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Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

Summary: Y/N convinces Daryl to let her come to Alexandria with him, after fighting with him. Makeup Smut ensues as she convinces him to take her along. They drive to Alexandria and meet Rosita and Rick, Rosita is pissed at Daryl, and Rick contemplates how to deal with the new situation. Daryl takes Y/N home. Smut AF. Post-Negan AU.


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“But, I don’t understand! Why do you have to go?!” You shout to Daryl as he shoves a few shirts into a bag and searches his eyes around the room, zipping up the bag and throwing it over his shoulder.

He locked eyes with yours and his eyes dropped in sadness a moment before facing you again.

“I have to go, Y/N. They’re my friends… The only thing left I got in this world, besides you.” He gestured to you, his breath heavy as his heart pounded with nervous energy. He didn’t want to go, he wanted like hell to stay with you and spend his life wrapped in your kisses, but he owed Rick and everyone else so much more than that.

“I’ll come with you!” You say quickly as your stomach did flips at the thought of Daryl leaving you.

Daryl smiled softly at you at the thought, quickly shaking his head and his eyes turning sad again.

“Nah. I don’t want you out there.” He nodded outside the window, toward freedom.

You grit your teeth and glare at him, as he pulls a Negan and presupposes you can’t do whatever the fuck you want. You fold your arms and stare at him defiantly.

“Besides, I don’t know how Rick and everyone is gonna take you…” He says, staring at you biting his lip, hating having this conversation.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You snap angrily, shaking your body sassily about, with your arms still folding tightly around you.

Daryl’s eyes fall to the floor, staring harshly at it, “ You know, Y/N…” He says softly, not wanting to look you in the eye.

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The Thing About Pre Med

I finished this startlingly fast. I wasn’t planning on posting this until tomorrow afternoon, but why not? Happy Bellarke Day!

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The thing about being pre-med is that people think you know stuff. They think they can come up to you and tell you about the cough they’ve had that just won’t go away, or ask about the weird tingling sensation they get on the back of their knee and just expect you to be able to tell them exactly what’s wrong with them. And sure, you can probably tell them that the trapezius muscle is innervated by the spinal accessory nerve or that hemoglobin has a quaternary structure made up of four polypeptides that each interact with an iron atom that gives it the ability to carry oxygen through the bloodstream. But at the end of the day, you don’t know shit about medicine.

Which is why Clarke feels more than a little bit panicked when her friends start treating her like their personal doctor.

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Fic: Creeper

Summary: Dan and Phil meet for the first time
Word Count: 1,869
Rating: G
Tags: 2009 Phan, Fluff, First Meeting, Awkwardness
Author’s Note: This fic was inspired by how simultaneously provocative and innocent Dan seems in the “AmazingDan” video (even though that wasn’t filmed until 2010). Combine that with how young he was and his constant insistence that he is painfully awkward, and I thought his first meeting with Phil probably wasn’t as instantly easy as most fics portray it.

[Chronological list of all fic posts in the Creeper series]


Phil hunches his shoulders a bit, not exactly hiding behind a pillar but just standing … really close to a pillar. And maybe a little behind it. Just a bit. But definitely not hiding. Definitely not hiding like some creeper waiting to meet up with a teenage boy he met on the Internet.

He’s never done this before, actually arranging to meet one of his subscribers in real life. Dan has become more than just a subscriber to him over the past few months, of course, but he can’t deny that the … relationship? friendship? … began with Dan stalking his videos and hounding him on Twitter like so many other subscribers had done before. Phil’s had plenty of admirers as his subscriber base grew over the years, and a lot of them flirted with him, some outright propositioned him, but he was never tempted to take any of them up on their offers.

It’s just … Dan is … different.

But Phil can’t deny the power imbalance. He knows he’s a well-known personality, even if only in a limited little sphere of the Internet. His YouTube channel has thousands of subscribers. Tens of thousands. He gets fan mail. Lots of it. Weird as it sounds to him sometimes, he has … fans.

And Dan is one of them.

And he’s only 18.

And Phil, AmazingPhil from the Internet, has invited this teenage fan to come stay at his house. Overnight. For three days. While his parents are away.

Yeah, it sounds creepy. Which makes him incredibly self-conscious. What in the world do Dan’s parents think about this? Phil hasn’t asked, because he doesn’t want to mess this up.

Because, despite the power imbalance, he’s really excited and nervous to meet Dan.

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pizza delivery girl

A/N: okay, so this idea strangely came to mind after I ordered pizza the other night and I HAD TO WRITE ABOUT IT. Also, I feel like I’ve seen a prompt like this floating around somewhere on tumblr but couldn’t find it. I hope its not too out of character for them– PLS FEEL FREE TO LET ME KNOW. I hope you guys haven’t gone anywhere! Enjoy :)
Pairing: Riley x Lucas
Words: 1,760 words


The group of Zeta Psi boys sat around the living room with a few bottles beer, reminiscing over the party they had thrown the night before. It was as if they were a bunch of high school boys, going around the room going over who hooked up with which girl.

“Ahh, saint Lucas— what a surprise. You stayed to yourself last night?” Asher asked, smirking.

“Well I’m pretty sure it’s not mandatory for me to hook up with someone…” Lucas remarks, raising a brow at his frat brother.

“Asher is just jealous because Holly was ogling Lucas all night while she was with him,” Dylan points out before the group breaks out into laughter.

Asher scowls at Dylan, though he knows it’s all in fun. Which was probably what lead to their next move of immaturity. After they came to a consensus that they were all starving, they decided to order pizza. But apparently to order pizza, they thought it would be the funniest thing in the world if they made the pizza delivery boy say something stupid when he arrives.

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Coach Steven Rewrite

I had a bunch of ideas for how to make this episode better, along with a redesign of Sugilite, so I’ll start out my rewrites with this one, because I feel the episodes before it are fine. I’ll be rewriting a bunch of other Steven Universe episodes, too. 

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Word Count: 881

Prompt: Late night conversations with Carl

Warnings: None (:

(( This is just a little drabble I wrote in August. I thought I’d post it for y’all. Let me know what you think! ))

He leaned forward in fascination, eye begging for your answer.

“In the winter, where I’m from, I’d always take my clothes right out of the dryer and just put ‘em on. I don’t know, I just thought it was nice.” You grinned, running your fingers across the hem of your shirt.

“That’s it? Hot Clothes? That’s what you miss the most about before?” Carl asked in a disbelieving, sarcastic manner.

“Yup.” You answered confidently, readjusting the blankets you were sitting on, this earned a small chuckle from the boy sitting across from you.

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Cause You're My Favorite Hue

Masterpost: {x}

Part: 89/90

Pairing: Jamilton

Inspiration: this post and this song

Soundtrack: here (you can request more songs)

Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into their world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.

Warning: death, cussing

Word Count: 3,493

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A/N: one more wow

The sound of a steady beep woke Thomas up, causing him to emit a drawn out groan. It wasn’t often that he had an alarm clock on, and he didn’t understand why he did. He reached over to hit the snooze, but his hand hit nothing but air.

His eyes suddenly snapped open. After blinking a couple of times and rolling onto his side, Thomas closed his eyes, wrapped an arm around Alexander, and buried his face into his neck so he could go back to sleep, all until he realized how cold Alex was.

Why was he so cold?

Thomas opened his eyes again and sat up, realizing where they were, and what that continuous, drawn out beep was.

“A-Alex..” Thomas looked down, his heart shattering when he found his husband lying there, eyes screwed shut. Thomas could still see Alexander in color…but everything else was black and white. “A-Alex..” Thomas nudged his husband’s arm, letting out a whimper when he didn’t respond. “Come on, stop playing..wake up..”

Slowly, Thomas crawled on top of Alexander and straddled the man right above his waist.


Thankfully, each eye opened individually and he looked at Thomas, a grin spread across his face. He started chuckling, only for Thomas to nudge him. “Hey, hey! I’m sorry. I was just joking. I’m fine. I am totally fine. Now, get off of me. Please. You’re heavy.”

Thomas’ heart rate was at an all time high, but he was able to calm down. After climbing off of him, he laid down next to Alexander. “You scared me..”

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anonymous asked:

Hey, I just saw your post claiming Val and Skul's relationship is an unhealthy one. It confused me. Can you explain? (I feel like I have to clarify that I am not criticising you, I'm just genuinely curious since I've never heard this opinion before.)

[ kicks down door ]

Hi there :D

I’d just like to say that on some level, D.Lands planned this relationship while writing them. I personally believe around the fifth or forth book. Or it at least became more apparent.

It should also be noted D.Lands has a “”“"thing”“”“ on some level for age gaps.

Anyways, there are a few things wrong with the relationship.

One thing is the giant age gap. Skulduggery has never, to my knowledge, admit he was mentoring Valkyrie. He has always called her his partner. However, it is clear who hold the power in the relationship.

Skulduggery is a wealth of knowledge and adult experiences. He has lived several lifetimes-worth. You can see this ; Valkyrie doesn’t even know how to drive, let alone anything of the “world” he introduces her to. She relies on him for access to this world, to feel “adult,” in a sense. To teach her magic, yadda yadda.

The real issue here is that Skulduggery can be seen as “grooming” Valkyrie.

I mean grooming in this sense : Valkyrie is rewarded with something she wants ( access to this world, exciting adventures, magic ) by acting a certain way.

You can see this behavior in the first book: she didn’t want to let the death of a room full of people to affect her, because she wanted to be seen as “brave” in Skulduggery’s eyes ; not a child or a 12-year-old.

On some level, Skulduggery didn’t want an actual child following him around. If she had burst into tears ( like I know I would have at twelve ) he would have immediately changed his decision to let her follow around. I remember vividly how weirded out Skulduggery got when Valkyrie cried after her TOOTH got knocked out of her HEAD. I think she was 13 or 14 at the time, but he literally doesn’t know how to react when Valkyrie actually acts her age.

Not to mention, Skulduggery encourages her to not attend school, or interact with people her age. This is on top of the fact Valkyrie never tells her parents about Skulduggery or his tutoring ; she has no insight from actual adults who would see immediate red flags at how Skulduggery is treating her. ( This is also why I headcanon Melissa as low keyhating Skulduggery / not allowing Alice to participate in the world. )

She also mimics her behavior off of Skulduggery. In the first book, she is much quieter, in wonder, rather dorky. She thinks she’s really cool ( as all twelve-year-olds do lol ) and Skulduggery subtly makes fun of her. For instance, telling her about octopus-people or whatever, telling her that it’s funny some people ( the unlucky ones who DON’T meet a cool skeleton ) die without knowing about magic.

By the… third book, she is snappy and sarcastic and biting. She becomes reserved with people her age, haughty with others. Not to mention, Skulduggery pretty much talks for the both of them to EVERYONE, bringing Valkyrie along just for funsies. ( This is acknowledged in-text by various people. )

She models her behavior and actions off of Skulduggery to get his approval ( that is, more sarcastic, more stoic, etc. ). Not to mention, he explicitly comments on her “tight trousers,” mocking but at the same time rewarding her ( by noticing her ) for wearing them. Concerning stuff from an extremely older man in any other context.

He also buys her expensive things, like a room in his house, new clothes, etc., partially rewarding, partially to have her around him more.

I fully blame Valkyrie’s modeling on Skulduggery as the reason for her breakdown. She has never seen ( or really interacted ) with someone who shows emotions like a normal, functioning adult. She has never seen Skulduggery cry, or even get scolded for his actions, and she has seen this as THE behavior to emulate.

And then she’s suddenly the destroyer of the world, and she doesn’t have the ability to handle that. Weakness / evilness is something bad, to be looked down upon. She was scared she was going to mess up big time, and she didn’t tell Skulduggery because he’s never scared, and he would have never befriended her in the first place if she was EVER scared, or admitted to it.

But even then, she doesn’t have the structures in place to handle large emotional burdens.


1) The age range this is marketed towards ( young adult ) IS EXACTLY the age where this sort of grooming behavior begins.


Your one exception is Kenspeckle ( the bae ), who vividly hates Skulduggery ( for good reason ) and loves Valkyrie, but this is NEVER explained. The above power dynamic was clear to Kenspeckle, not to Valkyrie or the readers. It came off as Kenspecks being a total douche for no reason, or the “grumpy father who disapproves of his daughter’s boyfriend.” When in reality, Kenspeckle is the ONLY ADULT who EVER realizes the situation Valkyrie is in, and tries to help her.

3) That codependency thing…

AND NOW, TO THE CRUX OF THE MATTER. This grooming is exactly why Valkyrie is codependent upon Skulduggery.

To recap : Skulduggery is the one who introduced her into the magical world, shaped her view and experience of it, and who continues to be her main access to this world.

Skulduggery, and Valkyrie’s want of this world, shaped Valkyrie’s behavior by : encouraging isolation from children her age, her parents, gentle but suggestive mocking, inappropriate comments, rewarding with his “”“time”“”“ and ”“”“attention”“”“.

Valkyrie, in a need to please Skulduggery : changed to become more like Skulduggery, models her behavior off Skulduggery. This includes : haughty behavior, superiority, isolation from friends and family, emotionlessness–or as closes as she can get, options on topics, places herself in danger to please Skulduggery, and going out of her way to learn about topics to feel she "impresses” Skulduggery and “fits into” the world.

( Not to mention, she is ALWAYS hesitant to discuss her personal, romantic relationships, because this might piss him off and he’ll cut her off. )

Literally, her whole life ( magic, personality, occupation ) comes from Skulduggery. She NEEDS him as a constant source of validation for this behavior, as well as a constant model to go off.

Hence : codependency. She needs him.

Skulduggery, meanwhile, likes Valkyrie because of her “innocence.” She knows nothing about his past ( blank slate ), and is literally in love with him and his style and his WORLD. This pleases his egocentrism. This is why he lets her follow him around. Because she adored what he introduced to her, and he is her number one source for continuing to learn, and she adores him.

Skulduggery is dependent on her for his ego. She is dependent on him for… a lot.

So, anyways, that’s why it’s unhealthy.

And that’s why I made that post ; I know that young readers ( like I was when I started ) see nothing wrong with the model presented in the books. Hell, when I started reading the books, I wanted EXACTLY what Valkyrie had. I wanted to be special, and hot, and smart, and have attention from adults.

The books ( and D.Lands by extension ) pretty much endorses it, shows why it’s bad, AND NEVER EXPLAINS WHY VALKYRIE WENT OFF THE DEEP END IN THE LAST 2 BOOKS.

Skulduggery emotionally stunted her. All that fear, and rage, and mostly, mostly self-doubt because she had FEELINGS, manifested in Darquesse.

Because Darquesse is what Valkyrie wanted to be. Untouchable. Emotionless. Powerful.

And that’s HOW Darquesse took over. She always insulted Valkyrie, offered violent solutions some part of her thought SKULDUGGERY would suggest. But mainly ? Darquesse just created self-doubt, until Valkyrie began to rely on her ( this emotionless powerhouse ), and then took over.

( This also falls into my headcanon that Darquesse’s voice never went away, just the power. Valkyrie still craves to be emotionless ( as Skulduggery taught her ) and powerful. So she doesn’t have to be human, so she can be COOL, like Skulduggery, and not be scared and afraid. It’s this smothering of emotion that led to Darquesse’s creation, anyways. )

But mainly, D.Lands NEVER EVER explained why Val and Skul’s relationship was unhealthy. Fuck, the books condone it.

This is also why the fandom reacted so viscerally to D.Lands dating a super young fan. It’s one thing to idealize, another to see it happen in real life, and realize the books condone that behavior.

( Just throwing it out there I ship Val // Dug so I am aware of these problems. That’s why it’s important for me to ship but also point out the problems. )

Anyways, please PLEASE let me know if you have any more questions. :)