ugh there were so many good pictures i wanted to use but this was already so much and yeah

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"You dont want me" ladynoir

Ladybug sat at the top of the Eiffel Tower, her head in her hands, wondering how she could have possibly screwed things up SO badly. 

She heard the light footfall of her partner landing behind her. She couldn’t say she was surprised, he had never been one to leave her to stew in her own misery. 

“So…” he drawled, coming and sitting beside her, “that was an interesting broadcast today.” 

“It was a disaster,” she moaned, still not looking up at him, “I should just throw myself off this tower and put myself out of my misery.” 

“Oh come on, it’s not as bad as all that,” Chat said, patting her awkwardly on the back. 

She turned and glared at him. “It was a live stream, Chat! LIVE! It’s out there. Right now!” 

“True,” he conceded, nodding his head, “but it’s not like you said anything horrible. It was kinda cute actually.” 

“You don’t understand,” she moaned, slumping over so until she was curled up in his lap, “I’ve ruined everything! What sort of an idiot starts babbling about their crush on a live broadcast.” 

“Well, apparently you,” Chat said with a light laugh, cautiously reaching forward to play with the ends of her hair, “and about half of the rest of the known world. It could be a lot worse buginette.” 

“Do you think there is a chance he didn’t see it?” she asked hopefully, looking up at her partner’s thoughtful expression. 

He gave her a pitying smile. “I think you’re pretty much out of luck their bugaboo. You already have a ship name and everything. It’s trending on twitter.” 

“Ugh, that’s terrible,” she groaned, curling up tighter and burying her face against his leg. 

“I don’t know,” Chat teased, “I thought Ladrien had kind of a nice ring to it.” 

“This can’t be happening,” she moaned. 

“Hey, come on. What’s this really about? Is it really going to be so awful for the guy to know you like him? He might be flattered.” 

“It’s not that,” Ladybug said softly, “I mean, it’s MORE than that. I haven’t even told him I liked him- as myself, my not Ladybug self I mean. And now… let’s say he does feel flattered? That just means I have made myself my own competition! And it’s not like I can just go up to him and be like: Hey, by the way I’m Ladybug and, as you already know, I’m totally in love with you! Want to date me now?” 

“Oh god,” Chat said with a sudden sense of horror, “there are going to be so many desperate fangirls trying to do that.” 

“I didn’t even think about that! If he didn’t before he’s definitely going to hate me now. I might be the only person in the world who can simultaneously confess to her crush and make it harder for him to notice me!”  

“You really are one of a kind there bugaboo,” Chat said giving her another reassuring pat on the shoulder. 

“And what if this puts him in danger? I mean I might as well have stamped a butterfly tattoo across his back saying property of Ladybug, please exchange for one miraculous!” 

“Please don’t do that. I am told that models need to be very particular about what they put on their skin.” 

“It’s not funny. What if I honestly made him a target?”

“Hey,” Chat said “I promise you, if anything happens I will be the first person on the scene.” 

“Thanks,” she said gratefully, reaching up and catching his hand in her own.

“So, you’re in love with the model boy,” Chat said softly, rubbing his thumb absently against the back of her hand, “gotta say I didn’t see that one coming.” 
“Yeah well, it’s not like it really matters anymore,” she sighed, “it’s not like it would ever happen.” 

He scoffed at her, rolling his eyes theatrically to show his clear contempt for her pessimism. “So tell me My Lady,” he asked shifting slightly so that he could look down at her with a playful smile, “what is it that you see in this guy anyways?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

“You don’t want me, so clearly you aren’t after the guy for his looks,” Chat said wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously. 

“No,” Ladybug laughed, “although they don’t hurt.” 

“Why My Lady, was that you finally admitting that you find me attractive?” 

“You’ve always been attractive and you know it,” she said reaching up and flicking his bell. “As you can see I’ve just had my attentions elsewhere.” 

“Oh so this is a long standing attachment then? How long have you been dreaming of being M’Lady Agreste?” he teased poking her lightly on the nose. 

“Almost from the first day I met him. It will be two years next week,” she said softly. 

“The start of school,” Chat murmured, “you know him then?” 

“yeah,” she admitted reaching blindly around to catch his other hand and pull him to her like a security blanket. “We were in the same class in college and we still have a few classes together now. Plus our friends are dating so we hang out a lot.” 

“You two are close then,” Chat said a little breathlessly, “that… well that certainly clears things up.” 
“Yeah,” Ladybug said, “it’s not just some creepy celebrity crush. I mean, it kind of was that too. I have like 2 dozen photos of him plastered on my wall that I used to practice talking to because for the longest time I could barely string a sentence together around him, it was kind of embarrassing. I got over it eventually, but by that point I didn’t really have the heart to take the pictures down.” 

Chat gave her a warm smile. “I can see it now, you stuttering and tripping and shooting the poor confused boy adorable awkward smiles before running off in the opposite direction.” 

“Shut up,” Ladybug said but she couldn’t help grinning at her partners soft tone and fond smile. “I got better.” 

“I know.” He raised one of her hands to his lips and gave her a delicate kiss. “So you still haven’t told me what you see in this guy,” he challenged, “If I am getting demoted to your rebound choice I deserve to know what I am up against,” he said slyly. 

“He’s kind,” Ladybug smiled, filling with warmth as she thought about her love. “He always wants to see the best in people,and he… he is just good, you know? The kind of goodness that doesn’t come from ignorance or being sheltered, but that has seen pain and and heartache and loss and yet still chooses to be good. 

“That is high praise indeed My Lady.” 

“You aren’t going to make fun of me for this?” 

“No My Lady. If anything I am going to love you more for it.” 

She gave him another grateful smile before sitting up. The sun had begun to set and she knew she should be getting home. She probably had a dozen of so missed calls from Alya waiting for her. 

“Well who knows,” she said attempting to be flippant. “Maybe he’ll finally just reject me and I will change my mind about you Kitty.” 

“Wouldn’t that be a twist,” Chat laughed climbing to his feet and offering her his hand to help her up as well. 

“It would probably be for the best,” she sighed. “It’s not like we can be together. Not with Hawkmoth still on the loose. There is too much at stake. And I don’t know if I could bear having to hide my identity in a relationship.” 

Chat grinned again. “You are very wise My Lady.” 

“Mostly I am just telling myself that so I can feel better,” she admitted and was rewarded with a loud melodious laugh. 

“You know,” he said, eyes twinkling “you are probably right. Clandestine meetings, midnight makeout sessions, it’s probably better to hold out for the real thing.” 


“Besides, I hate to break it to you My Lady but I have a sinking feeling that #Ladrien is not to be.” 

“And why is that Kitty?” 

“Well,” Chat said looking out at the sunset, “not to be the bearer of bad news but I have it on very good authority that your lover is very much spoken for.” 

“oh?” Ladybug said trying not to let her disappointment show. 

“Yes, completely and hopelessly in love. Someone at his school in fact.” 

“And who is this mystery girl?” she asked. 

“It’s right on the tip of my tongue,” Chat said his eyes glittering with something she couldn’t quite name, “it will come to me. I’ll have to tell you next time I see you.” 

“Well thanks for the heads up,” she said leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, “and thanks for cheering me up.” 

“Always My Lady. I should probably get heading home myself.” he pulled out his staff and and extended it. 

“Oh,” he said, shooting her a final grin as prepared to depart, “I do remember one thing.”
“And what’s that?” 

“The mystery girl, I knew there was something about her that I found particularly delectable.” 

“And what is that?” 

“Her parent’s own a bakery.”  

Why Vmin are called the “Soulmate Couple”

Long post

Before I get into this, I’d like to say, that this will provide examples as to how amazingly close vmin are to being considered real life soulmates. It’ll also help anyone who wants to know about vmin’s relationship and how close the two actually are. But overall, it’ll definitely explain why some of the fandom refers to them as already soulmates. Whether it’s viewed platonically or romantically:)

Okay here we go. Pray for me to be able to get all of this in one post.

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“Ready to Run” (cuatro)

Summary: (Modern-Day AU) In which a five youngsters come to know how important it is to live your life to the fullest, leave an imprint of every single moment you’ve lived on your heart, because you’re given the chance to live only once. [Movie AU]

Word Count: 3113

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (female)

Genre: -

Warnings: little drama b/w reader and you know who ;)

Author’s Note: y’all this is the fastest update i’ve ever made in 57 years lolololol

also, idk jackshit about Spanish so feel free to correct me ;)

things are going to get started from the next part, the so called incident will be disclosed, but for now there’s some spice!! let me know your thoughts!

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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Reunion in Barcelona

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*shows late to femslash february with starbucks* oops. Oh well, @breeeliss gave us a challenge and here is my try. I hope I did it justice, especially given it is 4 am and I’m about to fall asleep on my keyboard. It is kind of short tho >_<

Look, Alya loved Ladybug, okay? Ladybug was the best superhero in the world and she would physically fight anybody who says otherwise. But even Alya, the crowned queen of ladybug fangirling and appreciation, questioned the superheroine’s rescuing methods sometimes. Because it was the second time when Ladybug locked her in a closed space for her safety. The zoo cage at least didn’t require her to share all her personal space and oxygen with someone. A broom closet? Yeah, not so much. And while Alya could have dealt with it reasonably in any other situation…

(Hey, Ladybug cared enough about her to force her to safety!)

… but being stuck in a broom closet with Chloé Bourgeois out of all people was too much.

“Ugh, I have no space! What is this place?” Chloé exclaimed in a tone full of indignation.

“A broom closet.” deadpanned Alya.

“It is horrible! It is dusty and small and I have to share it with you out of all people! I’ll have a word with my papa about this when we will be out.”

Alya rolled her eyes as silence fell over them. It wasn’t only squeezing, annoying and hard to breathe, but it was also awkward. Oh, boy. They stayed like that for long enough that Alya was surprised Chloé was so silent. Not that she wasn’t appreciating it. They were already sharing way too little space (along with some brooms), the last thing Alya needed was Chloé’s complaints and screaming.

“Well, why aren’t you saying anything?” Chloé inquired.

Alya rolled her eyes. “Why do you care?”

“Because I hate awkwardness, of course. Not that you would know anything about proper social interaction.”

“Listen here you little… ”

They bickered like that for what Alya guessed must have been around ten minutes. She wasn’t too sure, but time always flew by whenever she and Chloé argued. Damn her, she always knew how to ruffle Alya well enough and raise her temper to the boiling point. Honestly, the argument could have continued for a long time, if a shout that clearly belonged to an akuma didn’t interrupt. Alya wanted to scream. Seriously? Her eyes adjusted enough to the dark to see Chloé was about to scream. Instinctively, Alya covered her mouth with her hand. The last thing Alya was in the mood for was to become a minion. She hated when that happened. As if to spite her, Chloé covered Alya’s mouth. They kept glaring at each other in the dark until the noise caused by the akuma disappeared. Pulling their hands away from each other’s mouths (as much as the space allowed.

“I can’t believe your lips are so chapped!” Chloé exclaimed.

“Why do you ca… hey, what are you doing?” Alya narrowed her eyes, as Chloé pulled a chapstick out of her… bra? The light from her phone would have been really useful if she could actually reach for her back pocket. “Did you just pull a chapstick out of your bra?”

“What, you don’t use your bra to store things?”

“No? I actually have boobs to fill mine properly.”

Chloé stopped dead in her tracks and Alya could have sworn she saw a hint of a smile. “Touché. Now pucker up those lips.”

Alya sighed. This was by far the weirdest day of her life, she decided as Chloé was applying chapstick to her lips. When she was done, Chloé nodded.

“Nice enough. Moisturize properly. I’d even say ready for kissing, but no one would actually want to kiss you.”

Alya growled. “I’ll let you know I had kissed lots of people.”

“Oh, please, everybody knows quality over quantity. And let’s be real Césaire. Everybody knows I’m the better kisser.”

Alya snorted. “As if! Who did you kiss beside the Ladybug posters? No way in hell you are a better kisser than me.”

“I am!”

“Prove it!”

From the many scenarios Alya pictured for the day, having an intense make out session in a small broom closet with Chloé Bourgeois out of all damn people, was certainly not one of them. Yet, here she was. The kissing was pretty much just like any argument between the two of them went. Heated, intense, each one trying to prove a point to the other. And even though she will never ever admit it out loud Chloé was a pretty damn good kisser. Seeing neither of them was yielding, they could have kept it up for quite a long time. Until the door of the closet opened, making both of them fall in a tangled mess on the floor, on top of one another. Looking up, they noticed a pair of blue eyes surrounded by a red mask, looking at them curiously, obviously awaiting an explanation. Chloé and Alya exchanged a look. What can one do when Ladybug catches you making out with someone you supposedly can’t stand. Especially if both persons in question would rather prefer kissing the superheroine. Well, for once, they were both on the same page.

“It’s not what it looks like!”


Summary: Y/N and Peter have been best friends since childhood, but when they enter middle school, Y/N joins the popular crowd and leaves Peter behind.

AN: this may become a series lol

Peter Parker x Reader

// Masterlist //

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

I ran as fast as I could and hid behind a tree. I peeked from the side to see if he was following me and saw no one. He was right behind me. I thought. I faced back and waited for Peter to call out for me. I went to peek behind me again. Nothing. I turned back and -


“Ah!” I let out a high pitched scream. Peter Parker was hanging upside down from a low branch and laughing his brains out. “Peter! That wasn’t funny!” I crossed my arms.

Peter swung down from the tree. “Oh, come on Y/N. You have to admit that was pretty funny.” He gave me a grin, showing off the loss of his two front teeth.

“For you.” I said, still pouting. I turned around and walked away from Peter. 

“Hey! Y/N! Wait!” Peter yelled out. I stopped and waited for him to catch up. He stood in front of me. “I’m sorry for scaring you.” He looked down at his shoes.

“Okay!” He looked up and I gave him an equally toothless grin. “Let’s go play another game! I’m thinking…tag! TAG YOU’RE IT!” I tapped his shoulder and ran off, laughing. 

“I’m gonna get ya Y/N!” 

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Popular | Chapter 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Avenger!Reader

Prompt: Tony has made a bet to see who could end up with the most fans, out of the Avengers, by the end of the month. Bucky takes it just to piss Sam off and Reader really wants to prove that she isn’t the least popular. Bucky and Reader team up to be a fake couple in order to beat the other Avengers, agreeing to split the prize at the end. Will it all work out?

A/N: Part three! Hopefully not too late. Buckle up kids, because after this we’re kicking into some more plot and drama. 

Warnings: Cliches. Cliches everywhere. 

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Originally posted by dailyteamcap

Sam’s Problem

“Guess this is goodnight,” Bucky said. You grinned up at him, eyes a little droopy from the exhausting day.

“Goodnight, Buck. Thanks for the date.” You winked. Bucky surprised you with a small wave. You chuckled to yourself, returning the notion.

You collapsed onto your bed, letting out a groan. You hadn’t realized it in the restaurant, but fake dating was exhausting. Your feet felt swollen from being stuffed into heels all night. Not to mention your sudden shortness of breath. You coughed once before ripping off your shoes. Showering could wait.

You hastily changed into sleep clothes, your dress tossed onto a nearby chair that was already full of other clothes. You’d find space in your closet another day. Pulling your blankets up higher, you made a noise of content. This was going so perfectly. No doubt you attracted a lot of attention. You could only imagine what the headlines would say tomorrow. Bucky was amazing at pretending to be into you. Maybe, just maybe, this would end with you guys becoming better friends.

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Wrapped Around; pt. 2.5

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 3990 words

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: wow I’m so bad at updating, I’m so sorry ahahah. This is a small portion bc I needed to split up what I’ve already written and I’m not sure when I’ll finish the actual part 3 bc I have mid-terms next week! I feel super bad for making y’all wait so… this is roughly (4000/11000 words i’ve written). It ain’t much but ya know don’t hate me pls haha.

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You run your hands up and down your neck in horror as you see matching dark marks on your neck. What are these? Who did this? Just what the fuck happened last night? Did fucking Jimin— Son of a bitch.

You run to your door, pulling it open hurriedly just so you can catch him but Jimin had made a quick escape.

You slam the door shut, searching instead for your phone. You call him once, twice and he doesn’t pick up… which is odd since he’s practically glued to his phone like all the time. You let out an annoyed groan and settled on texting him instead, fingers furiously tapping at the screen as you typed out your message.

[1:09] You: Jimin what the fuck happened last night?

[1:09] You: how am I even going to hide these marks?

[1:09] You: why couldn’t you just keep your nasty mouth to yourself?

[1:10] You: answer me asshole

[1:10] You: I know you’re reading these

[1:10] You: you’re on your damn phone all the time when we’re doing the quizzes

You wait 5, 10, 15 minutes and there’s still no reply. You go to the bathroom for a quick shower and run to your phone immediately after getting dressed and still no reply. You examine the marks once again and you rest your head on the wall, grumbling at yourself for having too much alcohol the night before.

Even with a scarf, you couldn’t cover the marks that ran all the way to your jawline. You apply a generous amount of foundation and concealer, hoping to hide the petals of blue and purple but you could still see a hint of colour even after slathering on what seems like almost half the bottle of foundation onto your neck. Frustrated, you simply shove the last of your belongings into your bag and make your way to the library.

The throbbing headache you had made it very difficult for you to concentrate on the books you had in front of you. Despite sleeping till 1 pm, you still felt exhausted and you promise yourself to never have that much alcohol again. You sigh, this was starting to sound like what you used to tell yourself every week last semester.

After finishing the last section of your lab report, you allow yourself to take a quick 20-minute nap because honestly you could barely keep your eyes open anyway. You check your phone again, you’re still waiting on Jimin’s reply but your lock screen still comes up blank. Placing your phone to the side, you sink down comfortably into your chair and rest your head on your arms. You will your mind to remember the events of last night but the moment you shut your eyes, you simply drift to sleep.

Your night comes back to you in the form of tiny flashes, simple snippets, each one making you regret the night more and more. The short flashbacks are not in order and it isn’t enough for you to build a coherent timeline of what was your exciting Friday night but they were truly enough to make you feel like flinging yourself across the room.

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The Birds and the Bees- Meihem One-Shot (NSFW)

The question had come from nowhere.

Mei hadn’t been expecting it at all, not while she was laying in bed still panting and sweating, her body only just starting to cool from their third round of the night.

Junkrat had returned from a mission in Egypt, arriving on a ship that had landed earlier that evening after almost four weeks away. The junker had shoved his way past his colleagues, waved Roadhog off as his bodyguard headed for the cafeteria, made a beeline for Mei’s dorms, and had set upon her like a man possessed as soon as she’d barely opened the door. That had been hours ago, and the junker’s libido was finally starting to slow down, allowing Mei to at least catch her breath. She was an absolute mess, her hair damp and sticking out in all directions, her body flushed pink and glistening with perspiration, and the insides of her thighs were still wet and sticky. He had just rolled off her in a similar state of disarray, though disarray was hardly an unusual state for him in the first place. He was grinning as always, laying sprawled on his back next to the dazed woman atop her rumpled snowflake sheets.

There was finally room for something else in his brain, able to think of something other than sex. Well, the thoughts were still sex-related, but he wasn’t really sure where they had come from. He’d taken Mei to bed countless times since their first night together and he’d never really thought of it before. He’d been focused on…other things at the time. Still, the thought he had was intriguing. Really, it was a good question, he decided, so he turned to her and he asked it.

“Oi, Mei.”

“Mm?” She gave a little moan next to him, eyes closed and barely listening.

“Did ya ever want a baby?”

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Shadow of the Stars

A Captain America and Winter soldier story

Jaylin Rogers has always struggled with being the daughter of Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, mostly because of her lack of freedom. After a failed attempt to do something about this, her life is changes forever when a shadow from her father’s past returns to haunt her.  



It isn’t easy, being the daughter of super-soldier Steve Rogers – better known as the legend Captain America. Not at all.
First of all, it is never fun to always be “daughter of” and nothing more. You quickly learn to live inside a shadow. Your last name will always be far more important than your first, even though that’s the one identifying you.
Second of all, it is weird. I mean, he’s older than many (if not most) grandfathers, yet on bad days he might look barely older than 30.  And… let’s just say that as I got older, and the girls around me got older as well, those girls started to notice how “young” he was.
Third, I wasn’t super. At least, not nearly as super. Having only half of his genes meant I was maybe a bit faster and stronger than most people without having to work out 24/7, but being healthy, never getting a cold or beating all high school boys in sprint doesn’t make you “cool” or even likable.

They did say I look like him, with my blue eyes and blond hair. Mine are both darker, less… pure. As if my appearance was a confirmation I wasn’t as good as him - proof of being in a constant state of disappointment.
As a little girl, you quickly learn the other kids only want to play with you because they want to see your house and the stuff in it. Everyone always seems to look right through you. I can tell from personal experience it is pretty traumatic when other pre-schoolers get mad at you because no one is allowed to come home with you… Let me say: you learn to SHIELD yourself from other people… Sorry, that was bad.
But yeah…
Admittedly, there are some advantages to being spawn of the Steve Rogers; you never get bad grades on history tests and essays. Oh, you also have lots of non-related, vengeful aunts and uncles. With vengeful I actually mean the Avengers. They are cool, though dad tries to keep me away from that world.

Aunt Nat is amazing, and she’s actually my best friend. She taught me everything I need to know about being a girl, and I think dad still owes her for not having to deal with any of my “woman inconveniences”.
Then there’s Sam. He’s one of the nicest guys I know and probably the most normal one, too - even though he regularly soars through the sky with metal wings strapped to his back. He’s a good support in a world that is totally abnormal, despite your father’s attempts to make sure you don’t get caught in his own, strange reality. Sam understands how it feels to live in between those two worlds – the one where they worry about their grades, crushes, jobs and promotions, and the one where you’re in a constant state of vigilance, knowing no one is who they say they are. He’s the most stable part of my life; a sturdy pillar to hold me up.
One might think this connection and support would mean I’d be happy to see him when he picked me up after school. In reality it didn’t, because it meant dad was on another mission and hadn’t had time to say as much as “goodbye”.

‘If it isn’t the messenger,’ I grunted, pulling the car door open with a mean swing. Had I had my father’s strength, it would’ve been dangling in my hand, torn loose from its hinges.
'Hello to you too,’ Sam greeted me, leaning undisturbed upon the sleek car. It was a dark blue model, matching the navy blue jacket the driver was wearing today. It fluttered a little in the heavy wind, which also rustled through my ponytail.
I slumped down in the passenger seat and shut the door - not too carefully - all the while I kept staring straight ahead. ‘How’s the captain?’ I sneered.
Sighing, Sam got in, closing the door behind him. ‘He didn’t know he’d have to go, you know.’ That I knew, very well. Still, I looked out the window with a constant frown on my face. The keys jingled when Sam turned them to start the engine. The car hummed a pleasant, low rumble, and barely made a sound as Sam steered it towards the tranquillity of our home.
It would take us while until we would reach the niceness of familiarity. For now, I just watched blankly as teenagers laughed and complained while stepping into their cars, all happy to go back to their ordinary home and ordinary parents. All of them were quickly out of view, replaced by the many other aspects of mundane life. ‘You are such a little beam of sunlight, aren’t you?’
I was aware of Sam’s eyes glancing back and forth between the road and me, those brown eyes always full of worry. If I were to look at him, my angry mask would break, so I kept staring ahead. 'Humph…’
'That’s all I get? I come here, especially for you, and you don’t even smile. And I do like your smile so much, Jay…’ I could no longer resist; I gave him a sly look and met his kind and teasing expression. I smirked, laced with a genuine – though slightly unwilling – smile. 'That’s my girl,’ Sam smiled back. 'How was school?’
Ugh, school; I rolled my eyes. 'The usual. You know, I don’t see the point in testing how many presidents we can memorise, there aren’t that many.’ I breathed on the window and drew little stars, which vanished within seconds.
'Not everyone has super memory,’ Sam remarked.
I grimaced at him. 'I’m nothing compared to dad. Besides, what is the use of knowing all American presidents?’
'Says the daughter of America’s greatest patriot…’ Sam smiled at the road ahead.
'Exactly.’ I sunk a little deeper down into the seat, so I could only barely catch glimpses of the colours rushing past the car’s windows. ‘I can know.’
I watched as we drove into a quieter lane guarded by high trees, until we arrived at an electronic fence, which opened automatically when the cameras recognised our faces.
We lived far away from the city, somewhere surrounded and guarded by tall trees. Here, you never heard the constant noise of traffic, or the never-ending murmur of voices. Only here, I knew true silence, were it not for the evermoving branches with their rustling leaves.
'How was your day?’ I informed, hauling my backpack over one shoulder and closing the car door behind me, still a bit of annoyance packed in the gesture. Together, we made our way to the big, white house, oozing America. Made of wood, with a big porch, two stories and even an attic, perfectly maintained; exactly as you’d expect from Captain America’s home. Soft leaves crackled underneath our feet, giving a lovely, autumny atmosphere to this already idyllic picture.
'Also the usual,’ Sam held the door for me. 'Want waffles?’
I threw my bag on the kitchen table. 'Is that even a question?’
'What’s the magic word?’
'Please,’ I grinned. ‘Or else…’

I watched Sam take everything he needed, prepare the batter and begin making the waffles. He did it with the ease of a man who’d done it a hundred times before – which was about right, to be honest. I loved Sam’s cooking.
'Nat’s with him?’ I asked, walking towards the fridge where I took a bottle of glacier water (it had become my favourite after a joke of Natasha and Tony had stuck around).
'Yeah, though they didn’t need me, for some reason.’ Yet again I was amazed at how little Sam seemed to care about that.
'They need you to babysit,’ I chuckled, nudging him as I walked by. 'Even though I don’t need it, I appreciate it.’
Sam glanced back at me. 'I’m happy to hear that.’

'Mmm,’ I hummed a while later as I poured maple syrup all over my waffles, 'you’re such a good mommy bird.’
'I will take that as a compliment,’ Sam said the moment my phone buzzed.

Dear Jaylin,

I’m sorry I had to leave again, so soon after my last mission.
Sam promised me he’d take care of you.
I trust you will behave.


When I read “I trust you will behave,” I grimaced at the screen. How old did he think I was? It was frustrating; while other people often thought I was quite a bit older than I actually was, my dad still seemed to deem me no more than a foolish little girl. It was especially frustrating because I had always felt different, maybe even older, than most children surrounding me. It had often crossed my mind this might be another result of my father’s genes – how they even interfered with how I grew up, refusing to grant me as much as a normal childhood.
'Sometimes I feel like I should date someone dad really dislikes,’ I mused abruptly. I imagined myself coming home with the biggest jerk I could find and shivered.
Sam’s cheeks rose as he took a sip from his large mug filled with strongly smelling coffee. 'I would be worried, if I didn’t know you have more pride than your dad.’
'Sadly, yes.’

Hey, Natasha…
Forgot something…?

I waited. Dad usually send his messages late, but Natasha didn’t; she knew exactly how I felt about their sudden disappearances and the radio silences that usually followed. It’s how I got to hate surprises, as surprise never held a pleasant meaning for me, only that my father had to save the world again.

I’m really sorry
I was really busy
I’ll make it up when we’re back…?

Even these texted words were hasty. Still, they seemed genuine enough.

Keep him safe, will you?

I was aware It wasn’t much of a message, but it was all she would need; Nat knew me too well to think I’d stay mad at her.

'So,’ Sam said, when I had finished eating, and I had put down my phone, ‘are you going?’
'Going where?’
Sam raised his eyebrows. 'The gala. I saw the flyers.’
Flyers? Some brightly coloured papers seemed to hang before me. Curly font spelled out the date of a gala (or a masked ball) for all students. Apparently, it was going to be quite fancy. Now I thought about it, I recalled many people at school excitedly discussing the event. 'Oh, that… No, I don’t think so.’
'Well, it’s more than a month away,’ Sam said confidently, like he was certain I would change my mind. This self-assuredness annoyed me.
'I’m really not going,’ I stressed. 'Definitely not.’
My guardian shrugged. ‘It might be good for you to go out. Be around people your own age.’
It was time to deploy my most efficient method to avoid topics I dislike: walking away.
‘Then let me go out,’ I smirked. ‘And as I am the same age as myself, I’ll be around people my own age, too.’ Before Sam could react, I sprinted to my room.

After changing into my workout clothes – shorts and a tank top –, I put in earbuds and let music fill my ears. Running never failed to calm me down. I didn’t get tired easily, so sometimes I ran for hours on end without realising it. I was happy for the immense woods in which I could jog, without people staring at me or annoying me. So, today, like I had done many times before, I let myself absorb the sound of the music while my mind went blank. My heart beat steadily. My blood flowed rapidly. My feet stomped regularly against the soft dirt.
Just running, only running.

Chapter Two

I Miss You- Luke Hemmings

Got this request awhile back…will do the other guys. Almost done with Mikey…To the anon, sorry it took so long but hope you like it!!! 

“Where are you and I’m so sorry I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight….  Don’t waste your time on me you’re already, The voice inside my head…I miss you miss you” - I Miss You, Blink-182

Two years. It has been two years since you last saw Luke. Back then, it was like a different life time. You first met him when his band was starting to take off. Back then, things were so simple. You had started dating early 2015, and you both were inseparable. You thought you and Luke would have this incredible future together. How naive could you be?

You were sitting in some fancy hotel room, waiting for the boy who once was the love of your life. Well him and his managers. Ugh. How you hated them. No hate wasn’t quite the right word, more like loathed.

Some lady in a pantsuit walked in, followed by some guy in a fancy tux. They each held folders, and came in and sat on the couch across from you. Then Luke walked in. Even though two years changed Luke a lot, you’d recognize him anywhere. The scruff, the messy hair, the broad shoulders, all new features that blended in with those same baby blue eyes and tall stature. The changes in him, and the time spent away from him, did absolutely nothing to prevent your heart from pounding the second you set your eyes on him. As his eyes met yours, you saw a small smile on his face and his eyes shined. So many memories flashed through your head, and from his expression his too.

Then his face fell, he looked sad…and he gave you a look that could only be described as apologetic. He sat down on the other side of the couch you were sitting on, refusing to look at you any longer.

“So, Y/n, you’re probably wondering what you’re doing here today” The lady said in a overly cheerful voice.

“Yeah…what’s going on? What possible reason would you guys need me?”

“Well we know about your previous relationship with Luke, terrible way for you guys to break up before the band could reach the level it is now, so sad. The fans still talk about it today…”

“Sad?” You said, anger beginning to bubble up within you.

“Yes very terrible…” The lady agreed

“It was your fault! I had no choice but to leave! All you fucking management demanded it, and refused to work with Luke if we didn’t end it! Because…what was it? Wasn’t good for the new hot lead singer to be in a committed relationship otherwise the band wouldn’t seem so appealing?”

“Well that was a different management, that wasn’t us…” The lady said calmly.

“I don’t care! You’re all the same!” You screamed. “I don’t even know what I’m doing here if all you wanted was to bring up bad memories then I guess we’re done here. I’m leaving” You said, standing up and heading for the door.

That’s when Luke stood up, and grabbed your arm.

“Y/n…just hear them out ok?” He said, still not quite being able to meet your eye.

“Yes I think what we’re going to say may interest you” The man said.

“What?” You said, standing by the couch, refusing to sit down.

“We want you and Luke to date again”

“You what?!” This news stunned you. Why? What on earth…

“As a PR move, of course, not in reality. We don’t expect that” The lady clarified.

“PR stunt?”

“Yes, as in fake date. The band needs more attention, something to draw the fans back in, and hopefully capture the eyes of new ones. We think if news got out that you and Luke were together again, then it would do just that”

You gave a harsh laugh. “Why on earth would I do that?”

“Because you’ll be monetarily compensated of course.” The man said. “You are starting your graduate program soon yes? We will cover a year’s tuition, provided you cooperate. A few dates, some pictures, and some tweets. That is all we are asking for.”

You turned to look at Luke, who was sitting on the couch looking at the floor. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere but here.

“Luke? What do you think about this?” You asked him

He didn’t move for a moment, but then looked at you. “I think this would benefit you Y/n, something you shouldn’t refuse just because of me. You’re working towards your dream, halfway done in school. This would make it so much easier for you….and management thinks we need to be in the tabloids some more to stay relevant”

You sat back down on the couch, leaning your head against the back of it, completely giving up.

“Fine” you sighed


The next thing you knew you were waiting in front of a movie theater for Luke to get some tickets to whatever new rom-com was the current hit. You looked around you, nowhere did you see creeps with their cameras taking pictures of your every move, but according to management they were there.

“Alright ready to go inside?” Luke asked, giving you his best smile. Scratch that, giving the cameras his best smile.

“All set!” You smiled. You felt like you were going to barf but you made it seem as though you were the happiest person in the world. At least you hoped so.

You walked into the move theater. Luke being the perfect gentlemen, buying you popcorn and some candy, holding open the door for you, and being the sweet boyfriend you knew he was. Luke always treated his girl right, always treated you right…

You guys sat watching the movie. As time went on you both relaxed more. Him stealing your popcorn, you making jokes about the movie the whole time, you both making up your own script of what you think the characters should say and laughing at the crazy stuff you guys came up with. You both were having a great time, and it brought you back to old times…memories from a different place it seemed. Now, it was like you were both right where you left off.

After the movie, you guys left, the smiles on your faces genuine this time. You even held onto his arm as you left the theater and got into the black SUV designated to take you both home.

As you sat next to him in the backseat, his phone beeped. You raised your eyebrows.

“Management. Says they want us to post a few pictures” Luke explained.

“Sure” You smiled.

You then pulled out your phone, holding it up to take a quick selfie of the two of you. When you were satisfied with the picture, you posted it on twitter with the caption: “@Luke5sos needs better taste in movies, I can’t do anymore rom-coms”

He saw your post of course and laughed. He then held out his phone to take a picture of you both, you deciding to kiss his cheek in this photo. He stiffened when you did this, as if in shock. He shook it off though and posted the really cute picture of you both with the caption “@Y/n what kind of girl hates rom-coms?”

Once you saw his response you laughed.

“I don’t hate them…I just find them super cheesy okay?”

“That’s the whole point!”

“Oh Luke…you’ve always been a sucker for cheesy love stories”

“What can I say? I have a problem”

“I wouldn’t call it a problem” you laughed

“No? What would it be then?”

“A part of you that makes you super cute” You said, biting your lip and refusing to look at him

“Oh so you think I’m cute?” Luke laughed, leaning down closer to you, knowing you couldn’t resist looking at him.

As soon as you looked up, he surprised you by pulling your face to his, smashing your lips together in the most passionate kiss you’d ever had. So many things had happened since the last time you had kissed, so much time had passed, but if anything all of that just added to your kiss. From the way he kissed you, you knew he missed you just as much as you missed him. Despite everything, he still loved you, just the way you loved him.

When the kiss ended, he placed his forehead on yours, closing his eyes.

“I love you Y/n, I never stopped. I regretted leaving you the second after I did, and I’m sorry. But I will never let that happen again. Y/n I don’t want you to ever leave my side” Luke said, confirming what was expressed without words.

“Luke…I still love you too…and I never want to be anywhere but right next to you” You whispered

He opened his eyes, and smiled down at you, eyes sparkling with joy, and he kissed you yet again.


As always thanks for reading! I love you guys…. -Lydia

quiet-hubris  asked:

can i request 4 with burr/laurens? <333

(for passersby, here’s the prompt meme. Prompt is:  Making them a friendship bracelet after years of marriage) Enjoy <3

Aaron had been at the computer for a long time. He wasn’t sure how long, having lost track of time somewhere along the way. The case wasn’t done, so he wasn’t done. Alexander had been needling him again, about motivation and commitment. As usual.

There was a mug of tea by his side. Aaron did not remember where it came from, certain for a fact that he had not gotten up to make it. Unthinkingly, he dipped a finger in- it was ice cold. It also wasn’t there the last time Aaron had looked up from his work.

Carefully, Aaron took stock of his surroundings. A plate with crusts sat further out- but hadn’t John brought him soup? No, that was earlier, he’s had the sandwich sometime later. Aaron blinked, surprised to find his eyes dry and irritated. He stretched, there was a painful kink in his neck.

Aaron took a peek at the clock, and winced at the time. “John? Dear?” His throat rasped. A trickle of guilt wormed its way into Aaron’s chest. John had been quietly taking care of him all day, and he’d barely even noticed. Aaron knew John had damn good reasons for hating that.

Almost stumbling, Aaron stood up and poked his head out the study. The lights were on, but the big living room windows revealed the incriminating pitch-black outside. “You here?” Aaron wouldn’t blame John for going to bed. He was not being a charitable spouse.

Somehow, though, John was curled up on the couch, under a blanket but awake and with a book. His head poked up at Aaron’s voice. “Finally done, sugar?” His smile was small, a little uncertain.

Aaron’s guilt doubled. “Yeah, I’m done. Sorry for ignoring you all night, you didn’t have to stay up for my sake.”

John’s smile grew, a touch more genuine. “I stayed up because I wanted to. Of course, whether or not I forgive you is dependent on what you do next.”

The words only made Aaron’s heart fall. “I’m sorry. You know I won’t be able to sleep right away after this. It’s my fault for letting Alexander wind me up, I know, but all I can think about is that case.” It wasn’t the first time Aaron had overworked himself and tried to sleep right after, nor the first time John tried to help him sleep anyways. “I can lie in bed next to you, though?”

Somehow, John’s smile did not fall, and did not morph into that disappointed look when Aaron refused to take care of himself. “Not that. Somehow, after years of marriage, I’ve learned that much. But I’ve been looking online, and I found an interesting idea. One to distract you.”

“Oh?” Aaron felt a smirk growing. “What kind of thing online?” His voice went low, and he moved over to John’s side. “I wouldn’t mind a distraction.” Aaron leaned over, snaking an arm over John’s shoulder, cornering him into the couch.

“Hah!” John snorted at his attempts at seduction. The noise startled Aaron into losing his balance, poor after a whole day of not moving. He fell against John’s chest with a yelp. “Darling, you are adorable.” Aaron felt a sloppy wet kiss against the crown of his head.

“I’d rather be sexy,” Aaron grumbled.

John laughed, airy breaths tickling the wet spot on his head. “You are, when you haven’t been hunched over a laptop since dawn. And no, it’s not that kind of distraction.”

Aaron whined, cuddling into the body underneath him and nuzzling into his chest. “Why not?”

“I’ve got something better than sex. Look!” John tapped Aaron’s ear with his phone. Aaron obliged, looking up and into a picture.

“Friendship bracelets?” Aaron raised his brows, baffled. “Do we even have the coloured string for it?”

“No, but going to the dollar store three blocks away will get us both some fresh air, and I’ve heard they’re very good for distracting people from negative thought.”

Aaron hummed. Truthfully, he didn’t feel like making friendship bracelets, and the whole idea sounded dumb. But John wanted to try it, and he only wanted to help, and he was looking at Aaron with that soft, playful grin on his face.

Aaron sighed. “I’ll get my shoes on.”


The air outside was brisk; the walk to and from the store actually pleasant. A light flush rose in John’s freckled cheeks from the cold. Aaron couldn’t stop himself from leaning his face in, either to nose or lightly kiss the cool, reddened skin.

“Oh my god, how are you so damn clingy!” John pushed Aaron off, putting on a face of mock exasperation quickly ruined by barely-held back laughter.

Aaron snorted, holding no such restraint. “Only when I’m work-exhausted. Don’t pretend you aren’t cuddly after a long overtime shift- I was perfectly non-touchy before you, you know.”

John sighed, unlocking the apartment door and pulling a shoe off with his free hand. “Fuck that, you’ve craved physical contact from the beginning. I just taught you not to be shy about it.”

Aaron sighed, toeing his shoes off as well. “Still your fault.” He peered over at the plastic bag John was already dumping over the coffee table. “We can’t possibly need that many thread colours.”

John’s eyes widened, as if serious. “You can never have too many colours in a friendship bracelet. Have you never been to summer camp?”

Aaron padded over with a wry smile. “No, actually. Never made any friendship bracelets either, before you ask.” A genuine note of surprise quickly overtook John’s previous teasing.

Suddenly, Aaron’s arms were full of Husband. “This is awful. How have you never made a friendship bracelet? My childhood sucked and I still got to.” Arms tightened across Aaron’s back. Aaron patted his back in return, touched despite the dramatics.

“It just never came up. I’m not saying I never had friends as a kid, you know, we just never went to camp or made bracelets. I had to work in the summer, usually.”

“Ugh,” John made an automatic, disgusted sound. Aaron could relate, when it came to his childhood.

“Though, you know,” Aaron said, quietly because John’s ear was so close already. “You can show me how.”

John  nodded. “I’d love to.” He punctuated his words with a quick kiss on the lips. No matter how long they were together, Aaron would never get used to how nice casual affections were. Then, he shot Aaron a mischievous little smile and ducked down a bit, bending his knees. With a sharp heave, John lifted Aaron, waddled over to the table with Aaron only a scant few inches above the ground, and dropped him down on the couch.

Aaron blinked, dazed into silence at his husband’s casual show of strength- despite not being much taller than Aaron himself. “You just wait there sugar, and I’ll get some fresh decaf tea.” Aaron would never get used to that, either.

In the end, the bracelet itself was simple. John demonstrated for a few minutes, strands of colourful string taped to the table on one end for leverage, and twisted over each other. It was a very repeatable pattern.

“Your colours are boring, sugar.” John said, raising an eyebrow.

Aaron frowned at his Red and Brown. “I like them, what’s wrong with them?”

“You need more! Come on, where’s your pink? Your orange? Your teal?” John gestured dramatically at the veritable pile of colours. “You need four minimum.” 

It would, perhaps, be a shame to waste such variety. Aaron huffed a short laugh, and reached for the White and Black. John sighed. “You’re hopeless.”

John’s bracelet, of course, had every colour he could feasibly use. “One of us has to be the reasonable one.”

“Oh, just keep braiding. We’ll see whose it better.” And so Aaron did.

When Aaron stopped braiding, it was only to John’s outright laugh. “Sugar, I think you’re done.”

Aaron took another look at the braided string. It’s pattern was perfect, but it was perhaps twice as long as it needed to be. Aaron tried to wonder how he had lost track of time yet again, but all he found was a yawn. He blinked slowly- was he actually sleepy?

“So, can I assume it worked?” John teased, smirking as Aaron rubbed his eyes.

“Oh shush,” Aaron objected, if only because of how damn smug John looked. But he wasn’t wrong. Aaron also couldn’t remember when the thread of case thoughts had been replaced by thoughts of actual thread. “Just show me how to tie them off.”

John obliged, but didn’t lose the self satisfied smirk. Aaron let him have it, following the directions closely.

“And now, the most important part of friendship bracelets.” John raised his voice, as if making an important announcement. Aaron humoured it, straightening his back to attention. “Give me your hand.”

Confused, Aaron did so. He watched as John took his bracelet and carefully knotted it around Aaron’s wrist. Right. He’d forgotten that these things were generally exchanged. Slowly, Aaron took John’s arm and repeated the process in turn.

“It is boring, after all.” John turned his wrist in front of his face, considering. “But it wouldn’t be you if it wasn’t at least mildly tame. Thanks, sugar.” He shot a toothy smile.

Aaron looked at his. It was exactly the mess Aaron had expected, far too many threads making the bracelet thick and bulky and an absolute eyesore of colours. “I love it,” Aaron whispered, completely sincere. “I’m also going to fall asleep. Let’s go to bed.”

John whooped, pulling Aaron into a deep kiss. “Then let’s go to bed.” He bounced to his feet.

Aaron followed, sleepy and more than a little gone. He was wearing this bracelet forever.

The Crocodile Glasses

When knock-off copies of Jagged Stone’s super-awesome Eiffel Tower start popping up, Jagged is not pleased. Still, it doesn’t take long to come up with a solution- he just needs to release his own official line of sunglasses! And naturally, he needs one Marinette Dupain-Cheng to design them for him. Now, if only Marinette could figure out how to execute some of Jagged’s more out-there ideas…

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When the first reports of knock-off Jagged Stone sunglasses came in, the singer-slash-songwriter was furious.

“A designer made those specially for me and I won’t have someone else profiting from her work,” Jagged told Penny as he filled out the paperwork for the report. His assistant loyally copied down every word for the press release. “That’s not fair to her.”

“Will you be releasing an official Jagged Stone Glasses line, sir?” Penny asked. “That way your fans can buy the glasses legally and the designer can get a portion of the sales.”

Jagged Stone perked up at the suggestion. “Yes! Perfect! What do we need to do to get that started? We would need to get in contact with a sunglasses manufacturer, right? You could do that, couldn’t you Penny?”

“I can do that.” Penny made a note. “Do you want her to design any other sunglasses so you can have a variety to offer?”

And that was how Marinette found herself getting a call at eleven o'clock at night from the rock star’s assistant, asking for three more sunglasses designs.

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You’re the Celebration Tonight

Genre: Extreme fluff (as asked)

Pairing: JK x Reader

Words: 2068

A/N: This was funny because I couldn’t stop thinking about it ever since I got the ask :D So here it is finally RIPIP. Requests are open!

“No, don’t go”

“But I have to, I must.”

“Does it have to be this way?”

“I’m afraid it must. This is my purpose in life and death.”

“Do you really have to go? I love you…” He said, his chin tucked into his neck so his voice came out deep, serious and sombre

“But I have to go. We knew we wouldn’t ever be able to be together… You must let me go.” He raised his neck and spoke in a comically high voice

Switching back to tucking his chin in, he speaks again, “It doesn’t have to be this way… Just run away with me and everything will be fine. Nobody will even realise we’re gone.” He spoke with a pleading voice, clearing his throat midway, before his head moved backwards to stretch his neck. His veins peeked out as his voice rose even higher as he mock-screamed, “But it is my duty, please understand! Let me go, this is impossible!”

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Decisions, Decisions (Part 4)

Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.

Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content…?

Word Count: 3450

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​ - This fic would NOT be possible without you, and @amarvelouswritings​ - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13​ imagine

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit, and James’ wife and child are nonexistent - nothing against them, just easier to write if he didn’t have an ex wife and child.

Tags: @wordacadabra   @frenchfrostpudding @lisssays @cocosierra94

“What’s the update?” Ida demanded as soon as you called her on your way to the set, sitting in the back of the luxury sedan.

“A hello would be nice,” you tried.

“No time for hellos! Did you score or not?” she said frantically, making you grin at her.

“A lady never kisses and tells,” you answered.

“Good thing neither of us is a lady, so tell me, woman. You never called me last night so I’m assuming something happened!”

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You Can't Go//A Peter Pevensie Imagine

Yo, I’ve been getting some requests for Peter Pevensie fluff, so here we go.

She and Peter are arguing b/c Peter doesn’t want her to fight, but she has a lot of good ideas as to how they can defeat the Telmarines. She and Peter are shouting at each other and he yells that he loves her and then general fluffiness.


“You are not going and that’s final!” Peter yelled.

“And why the hell not? I have so many ideas that could be so useful! Caspian and Edmund both think so!” You shouted. This was so unfair. You had had a lot of input on the plan for the invasion of the Telmarine castle, and now Peter was telling you that you couldn’t go.

He was silent for a moment. 

“Well?” you snapped, your anger growing. This was ridiculous.

“You could get hurt?” he tried.

“So could you! You’re going to have to come up with a better reason than that.”

He scrunched his face, trying to think of a reason.

“I’m waiting.”

“Yeah, well, I’m thinking.”

You sighed and tapped your foot impatiently. “Oh my god!” you yelled, throwing your hands in the air. “You are the most stubborn, bullheaded, jackass I have ever met!” And with that, you stormed out of the room.

“Stupid, unbelievable, self-obsessed….” you muttered angrily as you stomped down the hall.

“(Y/N)?” you heard someone ask.

“What? What, for the love of god, what do you want?!” you yelled, whipping around.

Lucy was standing there, a hurt look on her face. You immediately softened. “I’m sorry, I’ve had the worst morning.”

“I just wanted to ask if you were okay,” she said quietly.

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. “No, no I’m not.”

“What happened?”

“Ugh, Peter won’t let me go with them.”

“Why not? You’re an incredible fighter, your battle plans are almost always flawless, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t be able to go.”

“Right? The only reason he gave was that I might get hurt,” you said as you walked down the hall. What you didn’t see as you turned around was the look of realization that dawned on Lucy’s face.

You flopped on your bed, burying your face in your pillow, resisting the urge to shriek like a banshee. Why did the world hate you so much?

.   .   .


“Peter!” he heard Lucy yell.


“Why won’t you let (Y/N) go with you?” she demanded.

“Oh, not you too,” he groaned.

“Just tell me!”

:Why do I get the feeling that you already know?“

"I do, I just want to hear you say it.”

He rolled his eyes. “Why are you making me do this?”

“Because she is one of your best fighters and you’re going to need her. Also, you are totally in love with her, and you’re letting that get in the way of things that are part of the bigger picture.”

He hung his head. “You’re right.”

“So for Christ’s sake, just tell her!”

“Are you kidding? No way!”

“Whatever, Peter.”

He walked down the hall, heading for the armory. “Pevensie!” a voice roared. Oh, no.

He turned around to see a very angry (Y/N) stomping towards him. He could practically see the storm clouds swirling around her.

She came to a stop in front of him, jabbing a finger at his chest. “I am going with you tomorrow, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“I know.”

“Oh, now you’re letting me go? Jesus, you are all over the place! First you won’t let me go, now you’re totally fine with it. It’s making my head hurt. And then there was that whole thing with not letting me go because you didn’t want me to get hurt, what was that about? And don’t give some crap about me not being able to fight or something because you know damn well that I am one of the best fighters we have.”

“I didn’t want you to go because I love you and if you were to die, I would lose my mind!” he yelled, unable to stop himself.

“You what?”

He turned red. “Uh, I don’t want you to die?”

“No, what did you say before that?”

“I love you,” he whispered. 

She put a hand under his chin and tilted his head up to look at her.

“I love you too.”

He hugged her, pulling her in close as she buried her head in his shoulder.

Male! Mc Mystic Messenger ZEN route Day 5 {Hour 6:59}

Casual Route Previous Hour | List | Mobile List | Next Hour 

6:59 Handsome Me

Zack slowly opened his eyes to see the sun pouring in through the blinds of his window. He hated sunlight and preferred cloudy/rainy days then sunny hot ones. He rolled over in frustration and covered his head with his pillow and slowly closed his eyes. 


“Ugh!” He sat up and unplugged his phone from the charger and turned off his alarm. He stretched his back and rolled out of bed landing harshly on the floor before inch worming his way to the computer. He climbed up the chair and clicked open his document before printing it out. He pressed his back into the chair and let out a loud “Aaaah!” As he yawned loudly. Slowly he grabbed the papers and put them in his bag unlocking his phone simultaneously. No texts from his outside friends. Just a bunch of notifications from the RFA. Not until he joined the group did he suddenly start using his phone so much.  

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I’ll Be There - Part 3

|Part 1| |Part 2| |Part 4| |Part 5| |Part 6| |Part 7| |Part 8| |Part 9| |Part 10| |Part 11| |Part 12| |Part 13| |Part 14| |Part 15| |Epilogue|

Member: Hoseok

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 2733

Summary: You and Hoseok are best friends and just like any story that starts like this, nothing good ever happens. One night when Hoseok is in his drunken state, he says some things that make you reconsider how much worth you actually have in his life.

A/N: Just incase you guys haven’t already figured out, any text that’s in italics are a flashback or thoughts by the OC. I have a feeling that this series might get quite long as well. Maybe somewhere around 10 parts? We’ll see how everything plays out 😈 For now, enjoy! Xx 

Originally posted by hohbi

“Hobi-ah! Don’t step on my dress!” You give Hoseok an annoyed nudge to get his foot of the dress that your mother got you.

“Sorry Y/N! Ugh this suit is uncomfortable. I wish I could wear a dress like you! It’s not fair.” Hoseok squirms around in his suit. This was the first time you’ve seen Hoseok all nice and dressed up. In your 6 year-old mind, you thought he looked very handsome.

“You can’t wear a dress Hobi.” You tell him, concern filling your voice.

“Why not? It looks very comfortable.”

“It is, but what if your dress is prettier than mine? That can’t happen.” You cross your arms and Hoseok laughs at you.

“Don’t worry Y/N. I’ll just wear a tablecloth. That would be more comfortable than this.” He motions towards his body.

“Kids! Time to get in the car or else we’ll be late for the wedding!” You mother calls from the front  door and the two of your rush to put your shoes on.

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Bro AU Writing Contest~

Title: Operation: GTFO  (Part I)

   The moon has now risen; the dawn of night. Inside an abandoned mansion laid a certain man, who had been unconscious for who knows how long.

   “…You think he’s gonna get mad if we shake him awake?” one blonde asked the other.

   “Nah… The good thing there is that he actually woke up, don’t you think?” The other blonde replied. “Ichi’s still breathing, see. We have to wake him up.”


   Counting ‘til three, both of them violently shook the unconscious man until he was forced to come back to reality. Groaning, he sat up as the floorboards creaked upon his action.

   “What the…” while holding his aching head, he looked up to find both of his brothers staring at him. “Niji? Sanji? Why did you wake me up..?”

   “Dude, look around you,” Niji implied, as he flailed his arms in the air. The now conscious man, Ichiji, took notice of his surroundings and saw that they were in an unfamiliar territory. “We’ve tried to wake you up for almost an hour now.”

   “We thought you were a goner, good thing that isn’t the case.” Sanji puffed smoke from his cigarette as he stood up from kneeling at his brother’s side. “If it were… well…”

   “Anyways, sorry for shaking you. At least we didn’t have to bring a bucket of water.”

   Ichiji got up and glared at both of his brothers.

   “…Why did you have to be so violent?” he said, obviously annoyed.

   He tried to hit Niji but, the keyword there is tried.


   The eldest brother stared at his hand in disbelief, and then glanced back at his brothers who suddenly evaded their gazes.

   “Did my hand just went through his body..?”

   By then, he realized something was off.

   “What just happened?” Ichiji questioned, “…you both know something, don’t you?”

   “Uh, the thing is…” Niji scratched the back of his head, trying so hard not to look at Ichiji in the eye.

   Sanji, however, only removed his cigarette from his lips and held it with two fingers as he calmly tried to explain the situation.

                                              … …

   “…YOU WHAT?!”

   “Hey, don’t put the blame on us!” Niji put his hands up in surrender, “We don’t know what’s really happening!”

   “What we can say for certain is that we turned to ghosts.” Sanji sighed. “I think our bodies are in here, but we can’t find it.”

   “The problem is that I can’t stay dead!” the middle child complained. “If we’re still here, that means we can still go back to our bodies!”

   “And as much as I wanted to say it’s ridiculous, it’s the only possibility we have.” The youngest added. “I can’t be dead yet. I won’t accept it.”

   “But you look like you’re still alive, Ichi.” Niji stated. “…I think you’ll have to find our bodies for us? Hehe…”

   Ichiji, although very confused and very irritated at the world, tried to keep his calm. Questions like “why in the world is this happening to me” and “what did they do this time” surfaced on his mind and he couldn’t help but constantly sigh. He sincerely wanted to doubt everything, but after what happened just a while ago… it seemed really… real.

   “Why didn’t you find it yourselves? Weren’t you here for about an hour? What were you doing all this time?” he asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

   “That’s the point. We can’t.” Niji shrugged his shoulders. “We can’t leave this room for some reason. We tried, but we can’t go past that door.”

    Turning to the door that his brother was pointing at, the eldest sighed once more. Just great, more problems.

   “…why can’t I remember all of this?” Ichiji questioned himself. Sanji glanced at Niji, who immediately got the idea and brought out a camera.

   “I think you’ll be able to remember something if you watch this.”

   Niji handed the camera to Ichiji and played a video. Once he got it, Niji quickly backed away to the farthest space he possibly can, stifling his laughter.

   Ichiji saw himself in the film, then saw that he kneeled in front of Bene with a love-struck expression.

   He dropped the camera once he heard these words come out from his own mouth.

   “Let’s marry and have many, many kids!”

   “…What the fuck.” He growled, then with a set of demon eyes he glared at Niji who was in a surrendering position.

   “L-Look, I just filmed the whole thing! I didn’t know what happened in there!” he explained. “But I think you passed out after that..! Maybe that’s why you don’t remember a thing? Hehehe…”

   “Ichiji, I know you want to kill Niji now, but he’s already dead. Kill him when he’s alive.” Sanji suggested. “I don’t think we have time to waste.”

   “…and why is that?”

   “While Niji was trying to wake you up, I tried to search for something inside this room. I found this,” he handed a note to Ichiji, “It seems like a warning from the person responsible for all of this.”




   “Avoid the killer?” Niji repeated. “We were killed by someone… and he’s here?!”

   “More importantly, it was indicated that by sunrise, your bodies might dissipate.” Ichiji stated. “You might not live on by then.”

   “Do us a favor and get us our bodies back then..!” Niji pleaded. “I don’t want to spend an eternity inside a creepy room with no Taysir or even Zoro!”

   “Fine, fine…” Ichiji replied. “…I was about to do just that.”

   “…Sorry,” Sanji uttered. “I’ll leave it to you.”

   “While you’re in here, find more clues on how to get out of here.” The eldest brother instructed. “Below the floorboards, inside the cabinets, anything.”


   Ichiji was about to leave the room when…

   “…don’t get killed, Ichi.”

   The eldest stopped and glanced behind his shoulder. With a serious look on his face, he replied.

   “If anything, you should pray that the killer won’t die… horribly.”

   And with that, he left to find whatever mystery the mansion has to offer.

   … …

   The floor creaked upon Ichiji’s every step. He struggled to move freely as the mansion was dim, and his only source of light was the moonlight creeping from the broken windows. Trying to be as stealthy as possible, he moved around warily.

   “If it’s true that there were corpses here… then it would smell.” He whispered to himself, “…but strange. I can’t smell anything foul around here.”

   After moving around the large space, he found himself in front of a door. Squinting his eyes, he tried to read what was written on the sign hanging on the door. After that, though surprised, he got himself to open the door and get inside.

   “No, it can’t be…”


   “Yo, Niji. Found something yet?” Sanji called, kneeling to check below a loose floorboard.

   “Give me a sec…” the older brother replied. “And… there.”

   The cook suddenly heard a spark booming from his brother’s direction. Surprised, Sanji stood up to find that the mansion was well-lit and that Niji was in front of a large switch.

   “I guess we got lucky…” Niji chuckled. “…Hope Ichi isn’t getting into trouble.”

   “He’s going to be fine.” Sanji said, puffing smoke from his cigarette. “He’s an assassin himself, he won’t get himself killed.”

   “But do you think we got killed like that if the killer wasn’t strong?” the older brother asked. “I don’t think meeting him is a good idea, but if worse comes to worst… well…”

   “The least we can do for now is find clues and information.”

   “But this room is basically just an empty space!” Niji groaned. “Damn it, if Taysir was here with me— wait, is that Zoro..?”

   “Don’t be ridiculous, Niji. Maybe you’re just being delusional again—”

   Sanji turned to where Niji was looking at, and seemed to doubt his own eyes…

   …for he indeed saw a glimpse of a green-haired male pass by the door.

… …    

     Ichiji was surprised for a second that the lights suddenly boomed everywhere. Quickly regaining his ground, he looked around the area, and noticed that it was a bedroom of someone: someone he knew, as he read from the door.

   He quietly walked around, observing the deserted place. He stopped in front of a dresser, and found a picture frame which had a flower neatly tucked inside. Ichiji grabbed the picture frame and turned it around, seeing a note written on it.

   “Thank you for believing in me, Liora.”

   “Mother..?” he muttered. “So this is indeed my father’s bedroom before..? Does that mean…”

   Having a conclusion in mind, he decided to return to his brothers for a while. Reaching the room where he started at, he found his brothers with weird expressions: one was smirking like a madman and the other almost had the life taken out of him.

   “What were you two doing again?”

   “ICHIJI!” Sanji, immediately gaining sanity, grabbed him by the shoulders and squeezed him. “I… I saw…”

   “Calm down, will you? What did you see?” the eldest brother questioned calmly. “Sanji?”

   “We saw Zoro pass through here holding his swords.” Niji nonchalantly stated from the corner. “How can he still be so hot…”

   “That’s not my problem.” Ichiji coldly said, “You said he was here? Did you see anyone else pass by?”

   “THE PROBLEM IS THAT HE’S HERE. THE MARIMO IS HERE.” Sanji started to shake his brother by the shoulders, Ichiji struggling to get away from him. “THE NOTE, ICHIJI. NO ONE SAID THERE WERE OTHER PEOPLE IN HERE BESIDES US.”

   “…other than the killer—” with that, Niji gasped. “Dude..! Are you implying that Zoro killed us?!

   “…Hm. If that were the case, then I presume he wouldn’t do it without a reason.” Ichiji finally got Sanji to calm down and let him lean by the wall. “Niji, did you finally rape him?”

   “Wha— WHAT MADE YOU THINK OF THAT?!” the middle child yelled. “I HAVE TAYSIR NOW… as much as the idea is so tempting… I DIDN’T DO SUCH A THING.”

   “Did you just— ugh, never mind. I’m not having this conversation with a dead brother.” The eldest brother dismissed, pinching the bridge of his nose once again.

   “…You probably died because of your ridiculous sins, Niji.” Sanji finally got back on his feet as he lit another cigarette.


   “At any rate, I want you to see this.” Ichiji raised the picture frame he’s been holding all along. Sanji was the one who took it as he noticed the note from behind.

   “Is that… Mom’s name?” Sanji muttered. “…and isn’t this Father’s handwriting?”

   Niji peeked from Sanji’s shoulder and scowled. “…Never though Father actually had a heart.”

   “Yeah, that’s right, Sanji. I found this at a room located not far from here.” Ichiji stated. “I think this is the place Father and his siblings grew up at.”

   “Whoa, for real?” the middle child mumbled. “That just made no sense at all.”

   “If Zoro’s here and he’s the killer… and this was previously Vinsmoke territory… And Niji and I are dead and can’t go anywhere without our corpses… And if Nami-swan and Robin-chwan aren’t getting worried about me… Then WHY THE FUCK AM I STILL HERE THEN?!” Sanji yelled, losing sanity once again.

   Ichiji just closed his eyes.

   If we don’t get out of here by dawn, they might not return back to life. I will have to capture this green-haired guy…

   …and I probably need to kill him.

// to be continued XD

Notes: This is specifically written for the writing contest held by @ask-the-vinsmokes​ / @snajey​ so characters here are solely based on the lovely blog’s AU characters~ I realized this was going to be a long one - this part is 1915 words and I don’t think that’s half of it - so I cut it into parts. If you want the next part, please let me know!

P.S @askstrawhatsanjiHe shall appear on the next part~ *wink wonk*

anonymous asked:


i hope you don’t mind a modern au—i thought it suited this prompt best!

11) things you said when you were drunk

take a shot, leave your lip gloss

[jonxsansa, modern au ~5k+]

and i don’t wanna leave this bar until i get your number
and if i’m being honest i can’t wait to get you home

—the summer set

Sansa doesn’t usually hit the bars by herself; it’s no fun, and if she fancies a drink alone she’d prefer to cozy up on her couch with a bottle of moscato and a bad film, or that playlist of break-up songs Margaery put on her computer after that nasty split with Joffrey. (Fuck Joff, by the way.)

Tonight, though, Sansa’s not sure that the power of goddess Gloria Gaynor can help her. She can’t bear to shut herself up in the confines of her small apartment with nothing but her own thoughts to keep her company. On a whim she’d spent far too much on a cab downtown and ended up at The Crow, a well-reputed dive bar that Margaery swore by because she knows a guy who knows a guy, et cetera, and Margaery had never steered her wrong before, especially not when it comes to a good mixed drink.

Sansa sits alone at the end of the bar and wishes Margaery was in town, but she’s on a trip with her grandmother and won’t be back for weeks. There are few others who Sansa feels particularly comfortable confiding in: her sister Arya is a phone call away, but she’s also four hours away at some rugby match, neither of their younger brothers are old enough to tag along, and Sansa couldn’t bear to text Robb. He would know something was wrong, and Sansa just knows he’d get all overprotective big brother when he inevitably wrangled an explanation from her. She loves him for that, but right now it’s not what she needs. Right now she just needs someone to listen so she doesn’t have to keep thinking about it.

Right now she also needs another drink, but the bartender who’d been waiting on her the past hour must have clocked out because he’s nowhere in sight. He’d been a nice chap, Sansa reflects as she drums her fingers next to her empty glass. Sam, his name was, and he’d had a kind face and he must have seen right through her because Sansa had never had an amaretto sour with quite so much kick. Not that she’s complaining—the kick is what she’d come for.

She’s drawing patterns in the puddle of condensation her glass left behind when someone says her name—“Sansa?”

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