we clear our throats

  • *early morning*
  • Sherlock: *playing the violin*
  • Rosamund: *eating cereal; grimacing* Uncle Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: *concentrating* Mmm?
  • Rosamund: Are you in love?
  • Sherlock: *glances at her* Why do you ask?
  • Rosamund: *shrugs* you keep playing icky love songs and stuff.
  • Sherlock: *offended* I am not!
  • Rosamund: *raises an eyebrow* What was that called?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *mutters* Ode to Joy *irritated* don't you have school?
  • Rosamund: *rolls her eyes; stands* Alright, alright, I'm going *picks up her bag; knocks on Sherlock's bedroom door* see you later, Aunt Molly.
  • Molly: *muffled* Yeah, g-goodbye, Rosie.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Rosamund: *smug* Bye-bye, Uncle Sherlock *grins as she leaves the flat*
Explaining Vikings And Other Barbaric Badasses

Now I’m a huge fan of the show Vikings, and my heritage comes from all over the world including that particular line. But my mother repeatedly expressed her pride on 3 of her ancestors, Native American’s, Germans, and the fuck mothering Vikings. It got me thinking… How the hell would we politely inform an alien that our past ancestors not only excelled at torture and bloodshed, but some cultures like Vikings took it to an unbelievable level. I imagine it would go something like so: 

“Human-Erica, I have a question regarding something we had discussed in our,” Grek’laz cleared his throat and moved one of his elongated arms to cover his mouth, a human like movement he had adopted while attempted to gather his thoughts upon speaking to one of the six humans aboard their ship. “Our um,” he tried to find the right words to discuss what he had learned, “Our Human Cultural Class. It was a brief history detailing the predatory and hearty nature of humans.” 

Erica brushed her hair behind her ear, raising a brow curiously. Grek’laz among many other species had often come to her and the other humans with questions regarding their Death World up bringing, it was rather fun seeing them learn something new about their species. “Grek you can ask anything, I told you all before. What’d you learn today?” 

Grek’laz pointed to above Erica’s bed with two of his tendril like fingers. The tall alien creature easily dwarfed the human before him, but the stories they had heard made him instinctively hunch forward, a method his species used to appear non-hostile. It didn’t help the humans had told him the smaller of their species could be the more violently inclined, a claim he hadn’t yet learned was a joke or serious.  Where he pointed at, there lay a blade behind some ancient and primitive symbol. The blade had strange yet simply carvings, and was rusted by the thousands of years it had been handled by the family. “That weapon, the… You claimed it was a sword, if my words are correct. We learned those symbols belonged to a tribe of warrior humans from you pre-technological era. Called ‘Vi-kin-gs’,” he slowly pulled the words out as he expressed it with the upmost respect. 

Erica kept her brow raised and nodded slowly, “Yes, and?” she encouraged him to continue. 

“We heard that these… Vikings… Were some of the most concerning warriors of their time? But that they… Revealed in battle? Craved it even?” He asked with hope that it was not true. He knew humans were seen as a military force not to be trifled with, but the ones he had known were peaceful, to think there use to be a clan that craved nothing more than battle was, to him, terrifying. 

Erica merely nodded, “Yep, my ancestors were Norse, or viking as they were called as well. They were some crazy bastards, the old beliefs they held said that to enter the highest of the heavens with honor meant you had to die bravely in battle. Only true warriors did. This lead them to be pretty creative, to say the least, in areas of hurting.” 

Grek’laz gulped, rubbing the back of its neck nervously, “I… I do not understand?” He questioned. He was morbidly curious. Though part of him did not wish to know. 

“The Blood Eagle, was something one of my ancestors went through if you want to believe the old tale.” 

“B-Blood Eagle?” He gulped again, “That sounds terrifying alone, dare I ask what it was?” 

“Do you dare?” She smirked, showing off the dense and wicked teeth all humans possessed. He nodded, much to his own dismay. “It was a fascinating process, though admittedly brutal beyond all standards. One of my ancestors had made a grave offense and attempted to steal the land of a Jarl, a ruler of such, and this Jarl was brothers to the King of all the land. My ancestor was punished with the Blood Eagle. It was said if you could take the pain without wincing, you would enter the heavens called Valhalla. But if you winced or cried out, you be damned.” She cleared her throat, hoping to spare Grek some of the details. The Elorians were more pacifist than most species. “They started by cutting your back open with a knife,” she could already see him flinch and look more and more nervous. “They then break open the back of the ribs, sometimes hammering them open. Then finally they pull the lungs out and rest them on your shoulders to look like the folded wings of an eagle.” 

Grek’laz looked as though he was about to vomit, just imaging the process made him sick. “Your ancestor … I weep for the torture, he must’ve been in such pain.” 

“Who knows? Stories say he never even made a sound, other then to scream to the Gods they believed in that he was coming very soon.” She chuckled softly. This was funny to her? Grek was truly terrified.

“Your world truly faced a monster, no offense, Human-Erica.” Grek gulped again in a panic. 

“Oh those were just the Vikings, humans all over the world were doing stuff on that level.” 


“Oh Grek … I really hope they tell you about the Spanish Inquisition,” Erica laughed before patting his side, for his shoulder was at least 2 feet higher than her. “I’m heading to the mess hall, join me if you want,” she nodded before making her way out. 

“I believe… I have lost my appetite,” he grumbled quietly. Humans… They were terrifying because they remembered these practices, whose to say they didn’t plan to use them if their enemies deserved it?

Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: [CD drama - Scarlet Family -Vol.1] ~translation|traducción~

[Scarlet Family] [Violet Family] [Orange Family]

Hermanos del mayor + al menor -: 1.Reiji - 2.Yuma - 2.Shu - 4.Kino.

Please let me know if there are any mistakes.
Muchas gracias a @dialoversthai por haber hecho esta traducción posible!! y a @madamemalfoy21​ por ayudarme con la traducción~!


*The church bells are ringing*

Reiji: Thirteen vampires… … descendants from the same lineage, all of them divided into three
families. Destined to obtain one woman.
Kino: Agaiiin with that legend? Something like “destiny” is stupid.
Kino: We must obtain one woman, which is Eve. Once you get obtain her, you will become the Supreme King.
Reiji: Exactly. To be the Supreme King is the destiny that was imposed upon us. We must not let other family to overcome us.
Shu: Haa … … How bothersome. I’m not interested in being the Supreme King.
Reiji: Shu, this is a matter of major importance for all of us brothers. The person who obtains her, shall also obtain the world. Nevertheless, whoever gives up the fight, even if it is a vampire, shall get the worst of punishments.

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anonymous asked:

cld you write something with possessed Lancey Lance? I love this idea and would die of happiness if you wrote about it :D



Prompt Created by @langsty-mc-langstface 

“Coran do you remember on Altea when my father w-” Allura was cut off by all the lights in the castle flickering on and off. Everyone looked up towards the lights, their eyes wide with confusion. 

They were all in the common room having a small slumber party for bonding purposes. “Allura, what’s going on?” Shiro’s voice was laced with concern and he looked around the room, the lights finally turning on, only the emergency lights keeping the room semi bright. 

Allura opened her mouth to respond but the doors started to open and close, even though no one was coming in or out of the room.  

“Princess, I think that castle i-”

“UNDER ATTACK! Possed like last time!” Lance interrupted the oranged haired man as he jumped from where he was sitting on the floor. “Well I don’t know about all of you, but last time the castle tired to kill me!!” He started pacing the room, shivering at the experiences he once had to endure. 

“Lance! Calm down, the castle isn’t going to kill us. Just stay calm alright.” Hunk reached up and grabbed his friend’s hand, hoping calm the frantic boy. 

Lance opened his mouth, on the verge of another ramble before Allura stood from her spot in the room. “Everyone remain calm, the castle may be malfunctioning. However we will remain together alright? Nobody will be left alone and nobody is going to die. Now stand! We must get to the bridge and make sure the castle isn’t moving anywhere.” When nobody stood, Allura pulled Keith up with ease, “get up!” 

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Used to This - Part V

Overview: You’ve lived with the Winchesters for years as a fellow hunter, and everyone has always stayed well in the friend zone. What happens when nightmares come haunting and Dean offers to help? Will things change, or is it all in your head?

Characters: Dean, Reader

Word Count: 2,434

Warnings: mild language, Dean snuggles, fluff, sassy arguments, weighted decisions, an ending where some of you might scream at me for more and I’ll just smile and wave for the time being

A/N: This is the last “official” part. I keep putting ‘official’ in quotes because I’ve left this to where I could pick it up again easily with a new chapter or some baby drabbles if my mind so leads me. But for now, my soul is happy with this resolution. Thanks for all the love you guys have shown me for this :) I hope you love how it turns out.

Beta’d by: @wheresthekillswitch - “Leave Sammy’s hair alone!”

Also beta’d by: @hannahindie - “I just snorted so hard I scared the cat.”

Read: (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

I found myself incapable of responding. Of moving. Of thinking.

All I could do was feel.

Goosebumps along my spine with every exhale against the back of my neck.

Fire pulsing when Dean tightened his arm around me.

Electricity shooting up my legs when his feet curled around mine.

Heat pooling through every inch of my being like water slowly warming up in the shower. Water that quickly got hot. Very hot.

Dean’s nose brushed my ear as he pulled me closer to him, and my heart rate spiked even more.

This is it. This is how it ends. Internal combustion.

My stiff muscles twitched of their own accord.


Oh shit.

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Castaway {ACOTAR/Chapter 6}

Word Count: 2,775

Summary:  A modern-day University AU, from the A Court of Thorns and Roses universe. All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. The idea for this fanfic hailed from prompts sent in by Anonymous, and @queen-archeron. You can read previous chapters here.

Author’s Note: ***TRIGGER WARNING*** This chapter deals with heavy material (via conversation). If you click on the link above (read previous chapters here link), you can read more about what heavy content this fanfic includes. Or, always feel free to ask me. 

I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and I would love to know what you think! Whose story is your favorite thus far? Feyre x Rhys? Elain x Azriel? or, Nesta x Cassian? Look forward to longer chapters again starting with chapter 7, which will be posted later this week. :)

Originally posted by behexagusthegreat

Feyre stood outside his door, staring at the dull slab of wood.

She had debated knocking ten times already, and thought that maybe she should have just left. Tamlin, after what she had witnessed at dinner, not even to mention what happened at the party the other day, would not approve.

Then again, she wasn’t so happy with him at the moment.

He had yelled at her all the way back to campus. As soon as they got into the car, after Feyre slammed the door, she locked eyes with him. Was that necessary? You acted like an asshole –

Don’t. he had said. Shut your mouth unless you’re going to be on my side.

Tamlin could be charming. He would be gentle, and loving, and kind. But he had a temper. And when his temper even rose in the slightest, all hell broke loose. And the way he had acted around her family…..

She was not impressed.

It was unacceptable.

But he would apologize the next day. He would beg for her forgiveness, and she would give it to him. They would forget what had happened, and start a new day.

Although she was sure there would be no forgiving her if he found out she was standing outside of Rhysand’s apartment, without his knowing.

She needed a good grade though. And, she couldn’t lie – she was excited to paint again.

It had been so long.

She knocked on the door.

It didn’t take long for the door to open, but it was not Rhysand who answered.

A tall, white-haired male stood in front of Feyre, dressed in dark-denim jeans and a button-down shirt, with his eyebrows raised. “You must be Feyre.”

“Uh,” she blinked, “yes?”

“Don’t worry,” he smiled, genuinely. “You have the right apartment. Come in.”

Feyre was shocked at how clean it was. For a couple of men, they were surprisingly neat. It was black and white – literally. The walls were white, as was the carpet, even the tile in the kitchen was ivory. But the furniture was all black – the kitchen table and the chairs surrounding it, the area rug on the living room floor, the futon, the arm chairs available for extra seating.

“Rhys! Your lover is here!” the man, who never mentioned his name, walked into one of the back bedrooms and shut the door.

The door across the hall opened, and Rhysand walked out to see Feyre standing in the entry way, gaping.

“Ignore him,” Rhys winked. “Kallias thinks he’s funny.”

He was wearing a black tee-shirt, and a black pair of sweatpants. His feet were bare, but it was his arms that caught her attention. There were tattoos swirling from the edge of his shirt sleeves to his wrists.

“I heard you had quite the dinner.”

Feyre didn’t move from her spot just inside the door. She didn’t answer, just nodded, once.

“If we’re going to do this, Feyre, darling, you have to come in. You do realize that, don’t you?”

She scowled. “Noted.”

After removing her shoes, Feyre walked into the living room and placed her supplies on an end table.

“Wow,” he said, observing everything she had dropped.

Feyre shrugged. “I take painting seriously.”

“Uh,” he picked up two different paint brushes and examined them, trying to tell what the difference was. “I would say so.”

“I’ll go first. You pose.”

“Straight to business then? No small talk?”

“I’m not interested in small talk,” Feyre snapped. “I’m interested in getting my A and moving on.”

Rhysand sighed, dramatically. “Very well. Where should I pose? How should I pose? Nude? I’ll pose nude.”

“If you start removing your clothes, I’m out of here.”

Feyre wasn’t sure what it was that made her so annoyed by Rhysand. Maybe it was the fact that Tamlin hated him, or maybe it was because he was a cocky bastard.

“Fine,” Rhysand grinned, her annoyance not getting to him in the slightest. “Tell me how I should pose.”

Feyre pursed her lips. “I don’t know. Do something natural.”

“Standing here, arguing with you, feels pretty damn natural.”

“If you’re not going to take this seriously –“

“Okay, okay.” Rhysand held his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry. Get set up.”

Rhysand sat on the couch as Feyre pulled out her sketch pad and squeezed out a series of colors into her palette.

“You’re just going to sit there?” she asked, once she was ready.

Rhys shrugged. “I thought we would start with something simple. If you don’t want me nude, or sprawled out to show off my goods, then yes. I am just going to sit here.”

After a roll of her eyes, Feyre began.

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First Date One Shot

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: major fluff and dorky peter feels. Potential IT spoiler? (but not really) A curse word here and there -nothing new.

Requested by @imaginesyes : Hi :) I just loved your “Just One Video” series and literally waiting for part 3. Also I have a request if you don’t mind :) Can you write a first date imagine with peter being ablushing and stuttering mess? I would really like that so thnx if you do it <33

A/N: First of all, thank you! Second of all, thank you!! Lol, this was such a cute idea I’m so proud of it; I hope you enjoy!

word count: 5k (is this long for a one shot? probably)

I was walking down the hall when I saw the poster. After Liz Allen left Midtown in the beginning of the school year, the Academic Decathlon team was looking for a new member to replace her spot. Given my excellent GPA and grades, not to mention my love for trivia and competition, I decided to try my luck and apply. This would’ve been a great way to meet new friends anyway, I hope. See, I had classmates I talked to, but no one I could really call a friend. That changed when I heard back from the Decathlon team; they’d accepted my application. For the next few months, it was safe to say that I had found a friend in Michelle, Ned, and Peter. 

Peter freaking Parker.

The thing about Peter Parker was that you couldn’t just be his friend. No. Once you get to know him, well, it’s hard to not fall in love with him. Or, as close to love as I understand. All I know is that I want him to be in my life for as long as possible: as a friend, or more than a friend. Preferably the second option, but that’s just me hopelessly praying.

“With you staring at him like that, I’m surprised he hasn’t caught on,” Michelle muttered. 

I snapped out of my daze, and smacked MJ’s arm, “I do not stare.” Michelle gave me a dead-panned look and I sighed. “I just wanted to see if he was getting fries today. They’re pretty good,” I said, focusing on my tray of food instead.

Peter and Ned were in the lunch line, and MJ and I were sat at our table waiting for them. I picked at my food while MJ sat reading one of her books.

Michelle chuckled, “Yeah. Okay. Why don’t you just ask him out? You know, break those gender roles.”

I scoffed, “I’m all for that, but, in case you haven’t noticed -I’m a chicken.”

“And in case you haven’t noticed, Parker is too. He clearly has a thing for you. Anyone with eyes could see that,” she said stealing a fry, “and anyone without eyes could see it too.”

I scoffed in disbelief, “Sure he does.” 

Michelle rolled her eyes, “You’ll see.”

I turned to look at her, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, you’ll see that I’m right -as usual,” she shrugged, continuing to read.

“What aren’t you telling me?” I said, narrowing my eyes.

“Sup losers,” MJ called, not looking up from her book.

Furrowing my brows in confusion, I looked around to see who she was talking to. And there in front of our table was Ned and Peter. Ned greeted me with a warm smile and Peter -Peter looked like he was about to present in front of the class.

“Why do you still call us losers?” Ned asked, taking a seat.

MJ shrugged and said, “Can’t change much in 3 months.”

I laughed, but then noticed that Peter was still standing up, just staring. “You okay, Pete?” I asked, looking up at him.

“H-Hi,” he said, finally sitting down. 

“Hi?” I said, laughing slightly at his awkwardness. It was cute, so I smiled nonetheless. 

“Oh god,” I heard MJ whisper to herself. She looked up when she realized she said that out loud. “This part in the book just got really awkward and pathetic, so,” she said, motioning to the book.

Peter gave her a look, but then turned to me. “To answer your question, I’m great, just um, thinking about the quiz next period,” he said, chewing on his food.

“Yeah, Peter’s been worried about this quiz all day; I’m telling him he shouldn’t worry and will be glad to just get it over with,” Ned added.

“Please,” MJ muttered. Looking up once again, she said “the book.”

“The quiz can’t be that bad,” I tried to reassure him.

“Oh, it’s not,” Ned said. “Peter just worries about everything going wrong, when I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he said, looking at Peter as he emphasized the last part.

“I mean, I hope it goes well. I’ve uh, I’ve been practicing,” his eyes widened, “I mean studying -I’ve been studying.”

Ned stifled a laugh, “Been studying for a while, haven’t you Peter?”

“Shut up Ned,” Peter mumbled, turning red. 

“I’m sure your studying will pay off,” I said, offering him a small smile.

Peter smiled back and I had to look away before I started blushing.

His face is just so cute

Ned cleared his throat, “You know what? I forgot something in my locker, I should go get it before lunch ends.”

We all looked at Ned, and I spoke up, “You just got here.”

“Did I? I didn’t even notice,” he said, trying to laugh it off.

“Lunch isn’t over for another 15 minutes, you don’t have to leave right now,” I said, confused. 

“15 minutes?” Michelle exclaimed. “Ah, well, better start walking now. There’s probably a huge crowd in the hall or something. I’ll go with you -I need to return this book to the library anyway, it’s not a good read.” MJ got up from the lunch table and started shoving Ned to walk. “C’mon,” she said. 

“What? Ned!” Peter cried, looking desperately at his friend. “MJ?”

Ned glimpsed back and gave Peter a thumbs up, “Good luck on the quiz!

“Lord knows you’ll need it,” MJ mumbled.

Peter looked at their forms retreat, and I shuffled in my seat. We’ve never really been alone before. Deciding to break the silence, I asked, “Um, how much is your quiz even worth?”

Peter looked at me, his brown eyes piercing my own. “Everything,” he softly whispered.

I scrunched up my face, “Everything? A quiz can’t be worth that much, I mean, it’s not like it’s a test.”

“I think it’s worth more than that,” he said, propping his chin up with his fist.

“More than a test?” I laughed in disbelief. “I doubt that.” I looked down at my food, and continued to eat. I was conscious enough to make sure I didn’t look like a complete pig while eating; I was very much aware that Peter was still looking at me.

“Um, Y/N?” Peter hesitantly asked.

“Mmhmm?” I asked, taking a sip of water.

“There’s no quiz next period,” he confessed.

“There isn’t?” I asked, setting down my bottle. “Then what has you so worried?”

“Uh, I wanted to ask you,” Peter paused, “something.” I gave him an expectant look so he continued, “I was hoping you and I could, um, go out? Together? Like, on a date or something.” Peter didn’t look at me directly, and I could see that he was blushing.

I was too.

“Oh,” I said, stunned.

Oh my god

“Bu-but you don’t have to! If you don’t want to!” Peter quickly added. “I-it’s cool, I understand. We could just forget that this-”

I cut him off, “No!” Realizing I said that a little too loud, I lowered my voice. “No -I mean, not ‘No’. I meant yes! I’d -I would love to go on a date. With you. Together,” I stumbled.

“You would?” Peter breathed.

“Of course,” I said, tucking my hair behind my ear, trying to hide my smile.

“Cool,” he smiled.

I chuckled nervously, “Cool.”

“So, um, when are you free?” He asked, finally meeting my eyes.

“Always,” I said too quickly. “I mean, I’d have to check my schedule, but, I’m available any day. Most likely”

Smooth, Y/N, smooth

Peter smiled, “Th-that’s great! How about we go out…tomorrow?” He looked nervous all over again. “Or is that too soon?”

“No, it’s great! It’s not too soon at all,” I said, trying not to seem too eager. “Um, did you have anything in mind?”

“I was thinking we could go old school and watch a movie -maybe eat afterwards,” he said, grinning. “Or eat before, if you want. Or not eat at all. Uh, you know what? We could do something else actually. This seemed like a good idea in my head, but it sounds kinda lame now that I’m saying this out loud and-”

“It’s not lame, it’s perfect,” I smiled. “I love going to the movies. And eating.”

Peter looked relieved, “Really? That’s great! Cause there’s this new movie that comes out tomorrow, and it looks sick.”

“What movie?”

IT,” he replied, with a gleam in his eyes.

“The one with the clown?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, sounding excited.

“I’m down -since I’m not watching IT alone,” I chuckled at my joke.

Oh my god,” he replied, rolling his eyes. Nonetheless, he let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Dinner and a movie is fun, right? It’s not too dumb?” He then asked, some doubt in his voice.

“Seriously Peter, I’m looking forward to IT,” I said, reaching across the table to put my hand over his.

“I can’t wait to hear more of your lame puns tomorrow night,” he grinned, looking at our hands with a faint smile. “I want our first date to be perfect,” he murmured.
My heart fluttered at his words and at how sweet he was being. I blushed when he turned his hand over to hold mine, softly running his thumb on the back of my hand. The bell decided it was a good time to ring, so Peter and I pulled back. He cleared his throat and we both got up to throw away our food.

“Um, so, what time should I, uh, pick you up?” He asked shyly.

“Oh, you don’t have to come get me, I live so far from you,” I protested.

“It’s, like, a rule of first dates that I can’t break, Y/N,” Peter countered. “I want to do this right, so let me be a gentleman.”

“Fine,” I said, fighting a smile. “Is there a show time around 7?”

“There’s one at 7:45, so, I can come get you at 7? Is that okay?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I smiled.

“Cool,” he smiled back. “I guess I should start walking to class now,” he said, seeing how we had to go opposite ways.

“I guess you should,” I jokingly said, “you don’t want to miss your quiz.”

“What quiz?” Peter said, looking panicked for a moment. “Oh,” he said, realization dawning upon him, “right. The 'quiz’. Very funny, Y/N.”

I put on a huge smile for him to see and said, “It’s too funny to tease you.”

Peter let out a breathless chuckle and then quickly leaned in to kiss my cheek. If I hadn’t felt it, I would’ve thought that I imagined it. His movements were quick and short, but still sweet.

When he pulled back, he looked flustered and I mirrored his expression.
“W-was that okay?” He whispered, sounding nervous.

“Um, yeah -more than okay. With me,” I mumbled.

Peter offered a small smile and slowly started to walk away. “Okay, I’ll -I’ll see you tomorrow.”

After collecting myself, I called back, “Don’t be late Parker!”

“I won’t!” He said, turning to me as he walked, bumping into some students. “Sorry,” he mumbled, as he went.

I let out a chuckle and shook my head.

I can’t wait for tomorrow

“Is this one okay?” I asked, twirling in front of my webcam.

“Yeah,” MJ replied.

“You know I can see you, right? You’re not even looking at the screen!” I exasperated.

I was currently web-chatting MJ, and she was supposed to be helping me choose an outfit for my date with Peter today. Key words: supposed to.

I heard MJ sigh, but then look at me through the screen. “Everything looks great on you, Y/N. Peter’s seen you in hoodies and sneakers all the time -he’ll swoon at anything you wear.”

I smiled at Michelle’s compliment, and looked down at my choices again.

“Pick the grey sweatshirt with the black jeans and boots. Not the ones with heels though, you don’t wanna over do it. Oh, add a necklace and you’re all set.” She said.

“Hair up or down?” I asked, gathering the clothes she suggested.

“Down,” she confirmed.

“You’re a life saver,” I sighed.

“I know,” she shrugged, smirking a bit.

“I gotta get ready, I’ll tell you how it goes!” I said, sitting back down to sign off.

Please don’t,” she sighed.

“Oh c'mon, you know you wanna hear about it,” I said, teasingly.

“Do I really?” She asked rhetorically.

“I’ll save it for Monday,” I replied.

“What kind of mercy is that,” MJ muttered. 

“Bye Michelle,” I said smiling.

She put the peace sign up, then hung up. I have three hours until Peter shows up -just enough time for me to get ready.

At 6:55, I was rushing around my house to make sure I had everything. Truth be told, I was pretty sure I had everything that I needed -given that I was ready to leave 20 minutes ago.

“Please sit down, you’re giving me a headache,” my mom sighed from the couch.

“Mom, I just want to make-”

“'Make sure you have everything’ yes, I’ve heard it for the past half hour,” she finished for me, giving me a teasing smile.

I sheepishly looked at her. “I’m just nervous.”

My mom’s eyes softened. “It’s your first date, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Besides, he’s your friend, right?”

“Yes, so, please don’t embarrass me when he gets here.” I sighed, taking a seat next to her.

“If I don’t embarrass my daughter, then who will?” She joked.

“I’m perfectly capable of doing that all on my own,” I muttered.

My mom let out a laugh, “Sweetheart, just be glad that your father’s not home right now to greet him.”

“Oh I’m extremely glad, if Dad was here, he’d threaten Peter with-”
I was cut off by the door bell ringing. I gasped, “Oh my god, he’s here!” I sprang up from the couch. “Mom! He’s here!” I whisper-yelled.

My mom glanced to the clock, “I’m aware. He’s very punctual. I swear that it just turned 7.”

I sped walked to the door and had my hand hovering over the door knob. Taking a deep breath, I unlocked it, and pulled it open.

The butterflies in my stomach only grew when I saw Peter in front of me. He was about to knock instead, but put his hand down when he saw me.
“Oh,” he chuckled. Then he looked at me, blushing with a smile. “Y-you look beautiful, Y/N.”

I could feel how red my face turned, so I looked down at Peter’s outfit instead, smiling shyly. He was wearing his grey hoodie with a blue button-up shirt underneath. His dark jeans and shoes made him look so hot -what the hell. Mustering a reply, I said, “You do too.”  My eyes widened when I realized what I said. “I meant handsome. You look handsome. Not beautiful. I mean, you’re beautiful too. You’re both.” I chuckled nervously.

“Th-thanks Y/N,” he said, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“Are those for me?” I asked, pointing to the bouquet of flowers.

In turn, Peter seemed like he barely remembered what he was holding. “Oh! Yeah! Yes! Here,” he said, handing them to me.

I smiled even wider at his gesture, “This is so sweet, thank you Peter.” Practically melting on the spot, I caressed the bouquet and continued, “I’m surprised you made it right on time.”

“Well, I actually got here at 6:50 but I just, sorta, stood outside your door until it was 7,” he sheepishly admitted, blushing profusely.

“Peter,” I lightly laughed, “are you serious?”

“Y/N? Are you just going to flirt or are you going to let me meet him?” My mom called from the living room.

Now my face was red -for a whole other reason. “Mom!” I exclaimed, turning around to give her a look of complete horror.

She stood up and headed towards me, “Oh, he got you flowers! How sweet,” she cooed.

“Mom!” I exasperated, embarrassed. I stepped aside and opened the door wider when my mom came by my side.

Ignoring me, my mom greeted Peter. “And this young man must be Peter!”

Peter looked like he was going to shit his pants. Nervously offering his hand, he said, “Nice to finally meet you Mrs. Y/L/N, I’m Peter Parker.”

My mom raised her brows at his manners, “Y/N didn’t tell me she was going on a date with a gentleman.” She gladly shook his hand, and Peter looked shy.

“I promised my aunt that I’d never disrespect a woman,” he admitted, pulling his hand back.

“Well I hope you plan to keep that promise tonight young man,” my mom smiled, with a serious look in her eyes.

Oh my god mom,” I cried, horrified at what she was suggesting.

“D-don’t worry mam, I fully intend to,” Peter replied, offering a small smile.

Before my mom could reply, I butt in. “Mom, we’ll be late for the movie. Can you put the flowers in a vase for me? Thanks!” I gave the flowers to my mom and starting heading out the door, lightly tugging on Peter’s arm.

“Be safe! Call me if anything happens! I want her home by midnight!” My mom called from the door as we walked down my drive-way.

I gave my mom a thumbs up and she stayed at the door until we got close enough to Peter’s car. “God, I am so sorry about that,” I muttered. 

Peter replied with a chuckle, “Don’t be -I don’t think that went too bad, right?”

“Sure,” I laughed.

Peter was about to open the door, but he paused to look at me.
“My aunt May is going to drive us to the theater, and I am so sorry in advance for whatever she says during the ride,” he rushed, whispering slightly.

“It’ll be fine, Peter,” I whispered back. “Can’t be any worse than my mom’s comments.”

“You’d be surprised,” he mumbled, opening the door for me. I thanked him and he got in after me. I was immediately greeted by a woman in the front seat.

“Y/N! It’s so good to finally meet you! I’m Peter’s aunt, May. He’s talked so much about you-”

Peter cut her off, clearing his throat, “Aunt May.” He gave a look, but Aunt May kept talking.

“He didn’t exaggerate when he said you were gorgeous!” At that moment, Peter nearly choked on his spit. “Oh right. Peter doesn’t want me to 'embarrass’ him -and I’m not! I’m just making conversation,” she replied, rolling her eyes.

I giggled, “It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Parker.”

“Oh, ’Mrs. Parker.’ That’s so fancy, I like her,” Aunt May said to Peter.

I merely blushed and Peter decided to speak up, “I think we should start leaving. We don’t wanna get caught in traffic, you know.”

“Okay okay,” Aunt May sighed, starting the car. “Pretend I’m not here. I’m just an Uber driver.”

“May!” Peter cried.

“Lyft?” She suggested. I laughed at their banter and Peter replied by giving her another look. “Fine, I got it. I can take a hint,” she teased.

“I’m sorry about that,” Peter leaned in to whisper to me.

I got goosebumps at his close proximity, his voice so close to my ear, sending chills down my neck. “It’s okay Peter, I really like your aunt,” I whispered back.

He smiled back and looked down at his hands. He fumbled with his hands, and I looked out the window. Peter did too, and we sat in an uncomfortable silence. I decided to look at Peter and strike up a conversation. Though, I think he had the same idea in mind. We both started to say something but laughed when we spoke at the same time.

“You go first,” he suggested.

Normally I’d suggest Peter go first as well, but I knew that he would pull the I’m a gentleman card and refuse my offer. “I was just gunna say that I’m excited about the movie.”

“I am too, it actually looks scary. Have you seen the original?” He asked.

“No, but after this one, I want to watch it,” I replied.

“Me too! Maybe we can watch it together?” He shyly suggested.

I could hear Aunt May hold back a laugh from the front seat at Peter’s shy demeanor. He glared at her threw the rear-view mirror.

“I’d love that,” I grinned.

We continued the small talk for the rest of the ride, getting back to our friendly-selves.

Once we got the the theater, Peter insisted he go around to open my door for me again. When he was out of the car, I told Aunt May, “Your nephew is the sweetest guy I’ve ever met.”

Aunt May practically gushed, “I know, oh, I’m so proud of him! You seem like such a nice girl, take care of him for me, okay?”

“I will,” I said as Peter opened the door.

He gave a mock bow, “The ball awaits.”

I rolled my eyes and chuckled anyway. “Thanks Sir Peter.”

Getting out of the car, we made our way towards the entrance. Half way there, Aunt May rolled down the window and called out to Peter. We stopped walking and Peter said a quick “Wait here,” while he jogged back to the car. He leaned down to talk to his aunt. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I saw that Peter kept nodding. He waved goodbye and I did as well as Peter came back to me.

“Sorry about that,” he breathed.

“It’s cool, we still have enough time before the movie starts,” I shrugged.

“I’ll go buy us the tickets,” he said, opening the door for me when we got to the front.

“You won’t accept my money tonight, will you Sir Peter?” I teased.

“Nope,” he said grinning.

This theater didn’t check for ID, so Peter easily got tickets to an R-rated movie. We went inside and Peter bought popcorn and soda to share -much to my dismay, he payed for it all.

“Y/N, relax,” he chuckled at my expression.

“That was almost fifteen bucks,” I gaped. “Do they butter their popcorn with liquid gold or something?”

He let out a laugh. “I have enough money for tonight, don’t even worry about it,” he tried to reassure me as we made our way to find some seats. 

“At least let me buy one thing tonight. My conscious is killing me,” I pleaded.

Peter sighed, but knew me too well to deny me this. “One thing. But, it can’t be too expensive.”

I smiled in triumph and we took our seats. Since this theater is a bit smaller, not a lot of people came to this one. They were probably at the one downtown -which was fine by me. I didn’t like huge crowds.

Peter and I quietly talked until the trailers started. We geeked out over our mutual love for films and it was an over-all fun time. When the movie finally started, I scoot closer to Peter, knowing that I was going to get scared at some parts. I needed comfort, okay? In the beginning of the film, something shocking happened out of no where, so I audibly gasped and hid my face in Peter’s shoulder. He flinched, surprised at my sudden movement. Then, he lifted his arm and wrapped it around me.

“You good?” He whispered.

“He just died,” I gaped.

“I know,” he whispered back. “Look away, I’ll be your shield.”

I smiled to myself and kept watching.

Peter was possibly the best person to see a movie with. Whenever I couldn’t stand the suspense, he held me closer. He whispered some funny comments, and I did as well. Having him quietly laugh in my ear was like music to my ears. I couldn’t tell if I got chills from the movie, or from how close Peter was to me. Not to mention how good his cologne smelled. Though, the movie was already funny in itself. Peter and I were dying of laughter.

“Omg, Finn by far had the best character,” I said walking out of the theater.

“Richie definitely had the best lines,” Peter agreed. “Eddie was my favorite though.”

We talked more about the movie, walking down the street towards a pizzeria. Peter’s hand brushed against mine and I blushed when he held it. He looked down at me and smiled. Offering him one back, we went to go eat. This time, Peter let me buy the drinks -which was something at least. We sat down at a table and talked like we normally would -this time it was for two hours. I’ve never had such a long one-on-one conversation with him and I loved it; it felt so natural to be around Peter, so the conversation flowed easily. 

The only awkward part was when it was time to leave. His aunt was coming to pick us up, so Peter and I realized we had little time left for our date.

“Do you wanna wait outside?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

We started walking back towards the theater to wait outside of it. Peter grabbed my hand -more confidently this time -and I bit my lip to keep from smiling. Peter stopped walking midway to the theater.

“Hey,” he said, getting my attention. “We don’t, um, have much time left tonight. And before we’re around my aunt and your mom, I wanted to, uh, sort of ask you something. Without them watching,” he nervously chuckled.

“Um, yeah, okay,” I said, looking up at him.

“I don’t,” he softly laughed, “I don’t know how to casually bring this up. I suck at this.”

“If it makes you feel better, I’ve never done this before,” I added.

“You’ve never been on a date?” He asked incredulously.

I slightly laughed, “No.”

Peter held both of my hands and interlocked them as he talked, fully facing me. “How is that -how is that possible? I mean, you- you’re perfect. You’re so pretty and funny and smart -how has no one asked you out on a date before?”

I smiled and blushed at his compliments. “I don’t know,” I said shyly, “boys just don’t like me like that.”

Peter scoffed, “That’s ridiculous. Any guy would be dumb to not like you.”

“Stop,” I said, laughing lightly. I looked away to hide the pink tint in my cheeks.

All these compliments are making my head spin.

“What?” He grinned back. He took my chin in his hand and made me look at him. “How do you not realize this?” He softly whispered, looking me in my eyes.
I held my breath and looked back at him. He moved his hand and cupped the back of my neck instead, his other hand lightly touching my waist.

“I-is this okay?” He asked.

I simply nodded, too nervous to say anything.

“Have you ever been kissed?” He murmured, looking at my lips. He moved his hand from my waist to the small of my back.

“Does preschool count?” I whispered, stepping impossibly closer.

He smiled and nodded his head no.

“Then no,” I replied, putting my hands on his shoulders.

“Me too.” He whispered. “Can I kiss you?” he asked finally.

I nodded my head yes and fluttered my eyes closed when our lips met. I wasn’t too sure what I was doing, but I matched Peter’s movements. His lips were really soft and felt so natural against my own. He pressed me further against him and I held back a moan. We kept kissing until we had to take a breath. He slowly pulled away and rested his forehead against mine.

“Are you sure you haven’t done that before?” He asked breathlessly.

“I could say the same for you,” I gasped lightly. 

I couldn’t hold back my smile when Peter said, “We should definitely do this again.”

“Kiss? Or go on a date?” I asked.

“Both,” he replied. He gave me a short peck and then said, “it’ll be easier if you were my girlfriend though.”

I pulled back to look at his face. I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with the end of his curls. “Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Yes?” He said, unsure. “I mean, originally, I had this whole thing planned out but-”

I cut him off with a short kiss. “Yes,” I said eagerly.

Peter looked flustered, and said, “Really?”

“Do I really need to repeat myself Peter?” I teased.

“Maybe just the kiss part. I didn’t quite get that,” he said cheekily.

I rolled my eyes playfully when Peter’s phone dinged. He pulled away from me and checked it. “Shit, Aunt May’s outside the theater waiting for us.” Peter quickly stole a kiss. “One for the road.”

I merely blushed and tucked my hair behind my ear.

I can get used to this

He held my hand again and we walked back to May’s car. On the car ride back, we talked about the movie to May, getting excited as we retold the best scenes. He held my hand the whole car ride, even if it got sweaty after a while.

Once we got to my house, and Peter did his gentleman routine, I said goodbye to his aunt. Peter walked me to my door, and before I opened it, I decided to take advantage of the fact that my parents weren’t aware I was home yet.

I whispered softly, “This was one of the best nights of my life.”

Peter looked so happy, yet shocked, “Re-really? One of the best?”

I giggled quietly at his excitement. “Yes, definitely one of the best.”

Peter smiled and said, “I’ll text you later okay?”

“Okay,” I said, nodding my head.

The porch light above us turned on, so I quickly gave Peter a hug. “Bye, Peter!”

He hugged back and kissed my cheek when he pulled away, quickly whispering back, “Bye Y/N.”

He walked away and made it to the car before my door opened to show my dad standing there.

“Damn, did I miss him?” My dad asked, looking around.

“Yup, sorry Dad. Maybe you’ll meet him some other time,” I shrugged, walking inside.

“You can tell us all about the movie tomorrow. Go to sleep,” My dad said, ruffling my hair.

I swatted at his hand and laughed, “Yeah okay.”

I went to my room and got ready for bed. When I checked my phone, I saw that Peter had texted me.

Goodnight beautiful ❤️xx

I bit my lip and smiled.

Goodnight Sir Peter ❤️

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A/N: A fluffy Steve one-shot of course! Who doesn’t love the classic Secret Relationship trope?

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Rating: NC-17 maybe? PG-13? see warnings. How does one even rate a fic…? 

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: Some suggestive material, Lotsa swears (Reader has a dirty mind!) nosy friends, meddling Clint, dramatic Tony, etc.


My eyes fluttered open, startled awake by the soft light floating in through the windows and a heavy arm pulling me closer to a hard chest. I sighed, nuzzling into the bicep he had propped under my head. My hand slid down his arm, brushing my fingertips softly across the veins of his forearm to link my hand in his. As I started to lull back to sleep for a bit longer, Steve sighed into my hair, sitting up slowly.

“Nooo,” I groaned, not letting go of his hand. “Just a little bit longer,” I begged, pulling him back to my back.

“Babe, we have to go. We have a full schedule today and a mission to plan with the team still.” I groaned. He was always the responsible one.

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Play It Again (Steve x Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey guys!! So this is a part of @amarvelouswritings 700 follower celebration. I would post it later, but this upcoming week is total nuts and I don’t wan to procrastinate and forget. It’s inspired by Luke Bryan’s song Play It Again.  As always, feedback would be much appreciated. Enjoy! :)

Summary: Tony is throwing a beach bash to kick off the summer when someone catches Steve’s eye.

Other Characters: Tony, Wanda (mentioned)

Warnings: Fluff, talk about drunk/buzzed driving, almost smut

Word Count: 1,107

Originally posted by belle333black

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In Tragedy//Reggie Mantle x Jughead Jones x Reader

Request: i was wondering if you could do an imagine where reader a jughead are dating or he’s in love with them and something happens (suicide car accident etc) where they pass away and it’s how angry he is after and how the gang try to cheer him up but he just goes further down. maybe the reader is reggies sister and the pain bonds them or at least something like that?

Words: 1032


A/n: ‼️‼️ i think I’m going to do a second part of this, that takes place at the funeral. I have a few things I need to cover. And plus, we all know that I just can’t make one shots for some reason lmao

The students of Riverdale High pushed one another through the crowded hallways as they made their way to the auditorium for the assembly. They were called down at the very beginning of class.

They were confused, to say the least. It wasn’t Spirit Week, and it wasn’t that time of the year where they had their annual Cuber Bullying/Sexting assembly. What could this assembly possibly be for?

Only two students knew. One of them had lost a sister. Another, a lover.

These two students were Reggie Mantle and Jughead Jones. However, neither of them had been at school that day, to many people’s confusion.

After all of the students were sat down, chatting in the seats of the auditorium did the feedback of the mic pick up, making them grimace and go silent.

Principal Weatherbee stood in front of the mic and the mayor stood off to the side of the stage and the students stared in anticipation.

“Yesterday,” the principal cleared his throat,“We lost yet another one of our beloved students. However, the circumstances are not the same as the last. It is an important subject we have yet to talk about as a whole school body.”

The crowd murmured in anticipation , wondering who the principal could possibly be talking about.

“Yesterday Y/n Mantle passed away. She took her own life. We have been given permission by the family to bring this up to bring light to this situation. Mayor, I believe you wanted to say a few words,” the Principal switches spots with the mayor.

Riverdale High couldn’t believe it. The students gasped at the reveal, tears leaving the eyes of some. They were all so confused. How could they have not noticed?

Jughead, contrary to what you might think, is still in his booth at Pops. He’s still typing away on his laptop. Maybe pretending nothing happened was the best way to go, was his current train of thought.

Though, as soon as he heard the door to Pops open and the sound of footsteps, he knew his plan was about to fall through.

Suddenly there’s three people standing outside his booth in silence until it is broken.

“Juggie? Why didn’t you tell us?” Betty says softly. Her eyes are glazed over as she stares down at her solemn friend.

“We would’ve been there for you,” Archie suggests, stepping closer.

Jughead closes his laptop, breathing in,“I love you guys, I do. But you will never understand how I feel. No one will.”

Jughead gets up to leave, and unbeknownst to him, the gears in Veronica’s head start to turn.

“Uh, Jughead. I think there is someone who understands perfectly. Who knew y/n even better than you did.” Veronica crosses her arms. “Reggie Mantle.”


The next day, Jughead decided to swallow his pride and found himself standing outside of Reggie Mantle’s doorway. They were both going to miss school again.

Jughead knocks, and Reggie’s mother answers.

She instantly pulls him into a hug,“Oh Jughead, honey.” She pulls back,“She loved you so much. She talked about you constantly.”

Jughead just nods,“I’m here to see Reggie.”

“Oh, of course. He’s in his room. It’s up the stairs and to the left,” she replies.

Jughead thought about what he could possibly say to Reggie when he reached the top of the stairs.

Hey, we have a dead person in common, let’s talk?

Jughead shook his head. Even sarcastic in a time like this.

He reached the door, knocking three times,“Hey Reggie, its Jughead. Jughead Jones.”

The door opens after a thump and some shuffling, revealing a very disheveled Reggie.

As soon as Jughead’s eyes land on him, tears start to stream down his face.

“I’m sorry, you just look so much like her,” Jughead says and wipes it away.

“She is my sister,” Reggie says with a small smile and then frowns,“Was my sister. What are you doing here Jughead?”

“I didn’t think that anyone else would understand how this feels. But a friend of mine said that you probably do. More than me, even,” Jughead rambles on, and the most unexpected thing happens.

Reggie pulls him in for a hug. They don’t say anything, and they pull away after the shock fades.

When Jughead looks at Reggie again, he’s crying.

“She was the most amazing person I knew,” Reggie says, crossing his arms.

Jughead nods,“No one can ever replace her.”

Reggie goes quiet, and then speaks up,“Cmon. I bet we have loads to talk about.”

Jughead follows Reggie into his room, and they take a seat on the bed. Next to Reggie is a bunch of pictures of Y/n laid out.

“My mom doesn’t really have any recent pictures of N/n, just baby pictures. She asked me to get all of my favorite ones. For the funeral. Truth is, they’re all my favorite,” Jughead smiles at the spread. She was so beautiful. Reggie sniffles,“I didn’t know, Jug. How couldn’t I have known? She’s been living across the hall from me for my entire life.”

He puts a hand on his shoulder,“None of us did. She seemed so happy.”

“I just wish I had the chance to talk to her again. She had so many people who loved her. Who still do,” Reggie wipes his tears away.

“When is the funeral?” Jughead questions.

“In two days. Mom doesn’t want us to wait too long. Y/n always said that when she died she wanted-”

“To be turned into a tree,” Jughead and Reggie speak at the same time, and they almost laugh.

“Even in death she wanted to be giving something to the world,” Jughead says with a teary smile.

“Will- will you help me pick out the pictures? I can’t choose- and I have to pick the one for the portrait. I’m too indecisive,” Reggie says wth a small chuckle.

“So was Y/n. Of course I’ll help, Reggie.”

For the rest of the night, Jughead Jones and Reggie Mantle bonded over a lost one, sharing memories and looking through them.

It’s sad, when you think about it- that only in tragedy do people come together.

Modern College AU with Established Enjoltaire

People had bad days, and when Enjolras woke to a painful coughing fit that left him doubled over and gasping for breath, he knew he was in for a crap day.

Nevertheless, he had too much to do to take a sick day, so he fought against the dizziness coating his vision and got ready for class.

His phone blinked with three new texts from Grantaire, but before he could thumb through them, a call from his father came through. With a sigh, he swiped to answer.

“Hey, Da-”

“Are your grades slipping?”

Enjolras frowned. “No, why?”

“Javert emailed me and said you were slipping in his law class. I don’t give that school money for you to fuck everything up!”

Enjolras’s heart began to hammer hard against his chest, and he turned away from the phone to cough harshly into his fist. “I’m not-”

“It’s that boy, isn’t it? Grantaire? He’s a bad influence on you, Enjolras. You shouldn’t be with him.”

The counter-argument that Grantaire had some of the highest grades at the university were hot on his tongue, but Enjolras knew it was pointless. His father would never listen to him, so he only sighed in response.

“Get your shit together, or I’m cutting you off for good.”

After the harsh statement, Enjolras was met with the soft chime indicating that the call ended, but he kept the small device pressed to his ear because he suddenly couldn’t move. His father’s words echoed back at him as he struggled to get a solid breath in.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do something like Jumin's father likes MC but MC only likes and wants to be with jumin? And maybe jumin will do something to be with MC. Sorry for my bad English.. and thank you if you're

Of course, I’d be happy to do this request! Thank you and have a wonderful day! Enjoy hun <3


You had recently been hired at the C & R company, a bright smile painting your face as you stepped in, one of the assistants waiting for her.

“Hello,” She gave you a polite dip of her head. “I’m Jahee Kang, Mr. Jumin Han would like to see you to discuss your beginning objectives.” 

You nodded lightly, following alongside her her heels clacking against the floors.

“What’s it like being Mr. Han’s assistant?” You asked, eyes wide like a curious child in your excitement.

“Don’t tell him I said this,” She sighed. “but frankly, it’s rather exhausting.” 

“You don’t like it?”

“Not exactly, but I suppose if you love cats it’s essentially heaven.” 


“The more you ask, the further you’ll get pulled in,” She murmured. “However, I suppose if you’d like to make a good first impression I would suggest stating you like cats.” 

“Oh I love cats!” 

“You’ll get along amazingly then.” 

You eventually stopped at a door, Jahee offering you a small, yet supportive smile as she wrapped her fingers around the knob. 

“Good luck MC, I’m sure you’ll do lovely here. If you have further questions, don’t hesitate to ask me.” 

You thanked her softly as she opened it for you, revealing the chairman’s son on the other side. 

He stood up as he caught sight of you, his sooty gaze that you had seen so murky and blank in photos, seemed almost in struck speechless as he noticed you.

“Um-hello!” You smiled, approaching him, beginning to reach out an inviting hand.

He blinked for a moment, snapping back into reality, returning the handshake.

“Yes-hello, you must be MC, correct?”

“Yes! That’s me!” 

“Good, it’s great to meet you.” He gestured to you to sit down, his gaze oddly enough, never quite leaving you as he sat down.

“I’m sure you’re anticipating finally getting to begin your job, your resume seemed very promising.” 

“Thank you, I’ve worked hard to make it so.” 

“That’s a very good sign,” He raised his head. “Would you like me to show you to your workspace?I can help you get started as well if you would like that.”

You brightened, nodding. “I’d like that a lot! Thank you!” 

“Alright, follow me then,” He rose to his feet, opening the door for you.

Yet as he thought of what to say, you happened to speak first.

“Um so…I heard you’re a fan of cats?” 

He looked at you with surprise, lips parting almost speechlessly before nodding faintly. 

“Yes, I am, why do you ask?”

“I’m a pretty big fan too.” 

And the most peculiar thing happened.

He smiled.

It was tiny, but it was still there.

And it was wonderful.

“I suppose you won’t mind me perhaps rambling a bit then?”

“Not at all.” 

And from then on, the two of you seemed to be attached at the hip.

His excuse to show you to your work became more or less an hour or so of cat fanaticism, his grin only becoming more and more prominent as time as went on.

This lead to him asking you to join him the next day, continuing the topic over coffee early in the morning.

Yet throughout these small meetings, you learned small bits and pieces about him.

His family.


And even an odd organization known as the RFA.

Yet no matter what it was, you felt more than happy to hear his stories and tales.

Even his silly jokes.

And the more he learned about you, the more he seemed to be more curious.

He’d ask you more and more questions, listening with absolute interest with every word.

And over time, his tone became softer when he spoke to you.

To the point when it was drenched in sincerity, a hand always hovering you almost protectively. 

And a smile always painting his face when he spoke to you.

And soon enough the same came with you.

So perhaps it seemed inevitable when he approached you one morning, pink rushing to his cheeks, beaming at the sight of you.

“Ah, MC h-how’re you?”

“Good!” You greeted him, your fingers coiled about a warm cup of coffee. “How are you?”

“I’m…fine. I was actually wondering if I could speak with you?”

You nodded, reaching out as you noticed the softness in his tone.

“Yeah sure…is everything okay?”

“Y-Yes it’s fine…it’s just…” His face became redder by the second, ushering you to his office. “follow me please.” 

“Sure, of course.” 

He shut the door behind the two of you as you entered, a hand curling about the back of his neck. 

“I um…I was wondering if you’d be willing to join me for dinner.” 

“Oh, if this is about my latest project I’m sorry I just-” 

“MC please, you should know that isn’t the issue at all.” 

“…I should…?”

“Yes, I mean-” He huffed, flustered to the point to where he could hardly muster the words. “I mean in the sense of a…a date.” 

“A date…?”

He scoffed, running his fingers embarrassedly through his hair. “I won’t lie I’m…well I’m smitten.” 

“With me?” 

You were more in shock as he continued you, believing this be more of a dream for a second.

“I wouldn’t be talking with you if I wasn’t.” He let out a deep breath. “Please do not feel pressured to say yes I would hate you to only do this to-”

“I’d love to.” 

The words had felt natural, spilling from your mouth the second it was opened.

Perhaps that was why your heart fluttered.

He stopped dead in his tracks, looking you in utter shock. 

“What? Really…?”

You came closer to him, laughing gently. 

“I would like nothing more-” 

You were cut off as the office door opened once again, unveiling an older man, who you recognized instantly. 

“Mr. Han!” You gasped, twisting to face him. “H-Hello!” 

He watched you for a bit.

Examining you.

Until he came to you and took your hand, pressing his lips to the back of your palm. 

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” He hummed, humbly. “I’m Mr. Han, Jumin’s father!” 

You awkwardly drew your palm from his hold, hiding them in your pockets, doing your best to appear polite.

“Y-Yes I know! I knew it was you the moment I saw you.” 

“I’m delighted to see I’m so well-known that someone as beautiful as you would know me.” 

“Oh well I…” 

Jumin stepped in, clearly bothered.

He moved ahead of you, shrouding you as he confronted his father.

“What is it? Did you need something?”

“Yes I did in fact, I wanted to inform you of one of our newest partners. The president has arrived personally, to speak with you. It’s in regards to our newest policy and how that’ll affect our relations. They’re waiting in the conference room for you.” 

“What?” Jumin seemed aghast, turning to you and the exit, eventually grabbing onto your arm, a pleading expression upon him.

“MC, will you please wait for me? I’ll be back as soon as I can.” 

“I will don’t worry.” You smirked. “Good luck!” 

He melted at your response, giving earnest thanks before leaving.

Yet another person still remained. 

Mr. Han.

“So, what exactly are you doing here?”


He chuckled. “No, I mean, here in my son’s office?”

To that, you weren’t quite sure what to say.

“O-Oh um…m-my latest project is all…”

“Well, if you’d like we can begin our own conversation,” He cleared his throat, a chill running down your spine. 

“In my office.” 

You crinkled your nose uncomfortably, holding back a sneer. 

“N-No I’m okay! Really, I’d much rather wait for Jumin to come back.” 

That didn’t stop him. 

“Perhaps it could be rescheduled then over lunch?” He offered, somehow still coming off as lighthearted. “I could show you a good time.” 

“I’m really-really not interested, Mr. Han.” 

He came closer, your body pressed against the desk as far as you could go, your breath caught in your throat. 

“I really would appreciate it if you’d give it a second chance.” 

As he neared closer, you shifted back, gripping tight onto the desk as though it were some sort of shield.

“P-Please-leave me, alone sir.” 

“All I’m asking is for you to reconsider dear-” 

You could hardly believe your luck as the door was opened.

And Jumin came in from the other side.

“It wasn’t anything serious, all it required was some clarification and plans for revision-” 

He glanced up, seeing his father almost leaning over you, you yourself doing whatever you could to slither away.

“What is going on here?” He snapped his gaze to Mr. Han, sneering. “What are you doing?” 

“All I was doing was suggesting a…get-to-together or sorts. No harm in that.” He scoffed, perplexed. “Why do you sound so upset? They’re merely an employee of yours-”

“No, they’re not!” Jumin snarled, sneering. “Far from it in fact!” 

“Is that so?”

“Yes, it is. Now go.” 

“Jumin please-” 

His son snapped, pulling you behind him.

“Unlike a contract, this isn’t negotiable father. I won’t repeat myself. Leave.” 

He hadn’t pried his eyes away from his dad before he left, turning to you with a heavy sigh, a low, angered rumble in his throat. 

“I…I’m sorry that happened my father has a reputation for being a ‘womanizer’.” He huffed. “He means well but- I’m truly sorry he did that. I never thought he would attempt that.” 

“It’s…it’s fine.” You tipped your head from side to side in consideration. “…Sort of.” 

He took your hand in his own, running a soft thumb over your knuckles.

“Please don’t think poorly of me for my father’s actions,” He assured you. “I truly do care for you. All I want is for you to be happy, so if after that you’re not ready I-”

“I still want to be with you.” 

He appeared bewildered.

“You do…?”

“I do. I know you, for you. I know you would never do that. I trust you.”

You laughed sheepishly.

“And I like you…a lot.” 

“I…” He sniggered. “I like you a lot as well. If you’d like me to say it that way.” 

“How else would you?” You asked, finally feeling the same warmth return, comforted immensely just by his presence alone.

And his next words only strengthened that.

“Absolutely head over heels.” 

Just Kiss Already

CONGRATS ON 400 FOLLOWERS!!!! Idk if requests are still open I’m usually always late to these so they probably aren’t but here goes nothing haha. Could you do 7, 17, and 83 from list 2 with Dami? Thank youuuuuu!!!!

7.) “Well, that’s tragic.”

17.) “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

83.) “Enough with the sass!”

Tags: @nervouswastelandvoid

Pairing: Damian Wayne X Reader (kinda)

TW: None, super fluffy

Word count: 244

Well, that’s tragic,” Damian said as he came upon you sitting in the manor’s living room, a pitiful pile of yarn on your lap as you worked on knitting. It was a task that you had always wanted to learn, and Alfred had volunteered to help you learn.

You scowled at your best friend, “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion,” You look down at the pile of yarn in your lap, sewing on your lip. With a sigh you unceremoniously flopped onto the rest of the couch, Alfred smiling at yo from his seat in the arm chair, “I give up! I’m never going to make a present on time for my grandma’s birthday at this rate!”

“Not with that attitude,” Damian smirked over at you and you scowled at him again.

“ Well, if you’re such an expert on knitting, why don’t you help me?”

“That would defeat the purpose of you trying to learn, would it not?”

You opened your mouth to retort, sitting back up as Damian looked down at you from his standing position behind the couch, when the voice of his older brother Jason, cut through the little spat, “Enough with the sass, geez. Just kiss already!”

You went three shades darker than a tomato while Damian chased after his brother screaming in another language, most likely obscenities…

Alfred cleared his throat, “Shall we move onto our next step?”

You simply nodded, still too shocked to speak.

Late Night Ride (M) - Junhoe

Originally posted by alittlepessimistic

“What do you want Kitten? All you have to do is ask for it.”

  • *not my gif*

Word Count: 1,627

Summary: It’s late at night and you’re catching the bus home, but you run into a detour when Junhoe & the rest of iKON end up on the same bus as you. 

Contains: Rough Sex, Vocal Sex, Mild Asphyxiation, Unprotected Sex (don’t do it unsafe sex is bad sex) 

  • As Suggested by:

(Kinda skipped out on the multiple orgasms because I may or may not write a part 2.) 

But why is my life such a mess?


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Sidney Crosby- Gretzky

Request: Can I ask for Sidney Crosby jealous one? have a nice day xoxo

Authors note: It’s a bit long. I hope you like  it!

Warnings: Jealous Sidney Crosby.

Featuring: Olli Matta and Geno

The air is cold as Sid and I enter the Letang house hold. Sid’s arm firm around my waist as we say our hello’s to the Letang’s.

“Olli! How is my favorite Finn?” I exclaim as I quickly make my way to the Fin. Sid not to far behind. 

“(y/n)! Good, How are you?” He exclaims giving me a hug, myself returning it though we break up our pleasantries when a very rude throat clearing comes from behind us.

“Hey, cap.” Olli says as he give Sid a bro hug. Sid saying something to the young Fin.

“So, Olli how is your neck?” I ask as he adjusts his shoulders, his eyes shooting to Sid.

“Good, I need talk to Geno.” He says rushed as he quickly walks away.

“okay….:” I draw out. 

“I guess bringing up the whole injury thing is a sore spot.” I finish, walking toward the kitchen to grab a drink, Sid not to far behind.

“I love you Sid, but you know I already have one shadow, right? I don’t need two.” I turn telling Sid with a laugh. Though he just rolls his eyes a somewhat sour look on his face.

I grab a water and lean against the counter.

“I love you too.” he replies. His arms trapping you against the counter.

“No, funny business!” Kris calls as he sees us in the kitchen.

I give him a thumbs up and signal for Sid to move his arms. He huffs but does it.

“Lets go talk to people.” I tell him grabbing his hand and basically dragging him to the living room to talk to the others.

“Geno!” I call when I see him, quickly making my way toward him, my hand still firmly in Sid’s.

“(Y/N)! Sid!” The 6′4 player greets his Russian accent still thick.

“How are you?” I ask as I give him a side hug, Sid keeping his grip on my hand.

“Good, you?” He asks.

“Good, i didn’t make Olli upset did I?” I question feeling bad that I might of made him uncomfortable.

“no, no, Sid scare him.” Geno replies as he looks toward Sid.

“Sid, scare someone? That’s new.” I reply thinking Geno was joking.

“No really, he did.”

“How?” I question as Sid tries to interrupt only for me to put my hand up to stop him.

“He threaten, Olli, for talking to you.” Geno answers honestly.

“Sidney!” I chastise. 

He rolls his eyes.

“Why would you do that?” I question as he looks to Geno with an pleading look on his face.

“You on own, her scary.” Geno answers before walking away to find his wife.

“Thanks.” Sid mumbles.

“Sidney, why would you do that?” I ask looking at him with disbelief as we step into an empty hallway..

“I’m the only one allowed to hug you and make you smile, let alone laugh.” He mumbles as gently pushes me into the wall, his body covering mine. His lips soon meet mine in a gentle yet dominant way.

“Sidney.” I breath out when we break apart for air.

“Are you jealous?” I question in a panting breath.

“NO.” He quickly denies.

“Yes you are.” I reply with a teasing smile on my face.

“Oh, hush.” He says as he kisses me again. His hands on the wall on either side of my head.

“Why, cause your jealous?” I question leaning my forehead against his, our breathing quick and ragged.

“I don’t get jealous.” He says.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I went to go find Olli?” I challenge. Moving one of his arms from the wall and making my way out of the hallway, This was only to have an arm wrap around my waist and pull me back. This time though instead of it being a wall it was a chest.

Sid’s lips go to just bellow my ear.

“Your not going anywhere without me, Darling.” He whispers in my ear, his breath hot on my ear sending a shiver down my spine.

“Is that jealousy I hear?” I ask as I turn around to face him.

“No, I don’t get jealous.”

“Oh, I beg to differ, you threatened one of your teammates after he hugged me.” I state cupping his jaw and running my thumb along his cheek bone. Him leaning into my touch.

“Maybe I got a little jealous.” He says as he puts his hands on my hips.

“No, funny business!” Letang calls again.

I turn and give him a smile and another thumbs up.

“Come on, Captain jealous, lets go talk to people.” I say as I grab him hand and start to walk, only for him to pull me into his chest again.

“Or we could stay here.”

“Or you could go apologize to Olli.” I say with a challenging look in my eye.

“Let’s go talk t people.” He agrees, so I lead him over to where Olli is. He immediately looks like a deer in headlights.

“Olli, Sid wanted to apologize for threatening you.” I say as I look at Sid expectantly.

“I’m sorry for threatening you, Matta.” Sid says as bro hugs, Olli.

“All good.” Olli says a smile on his face.

“Just out of curiosity, what did you tell Olli?” I question as Sid and I are getting into bed.

“We don’t need to talk about it I apologized and promised I would be nice.” Sid groans.

“yes we do.” I persist

“no we don’t” He argues back.

“Now I want to know even more, please?” I ask as I get changed into my Pajamas.

“Fine, I told him I would bench him for the rest of the year” He says, not meeting my eyes.

“That’s not all you said, he would of laughed or something if that was it.” I point out as I get into bed.

“Fine, I told him that I would have Geno go after him in practice if he ever touched you again.” Sid mumbles turning out his light.

“Sidney Patrick Crosby.” I chastise for the second time that night.

“I love you.” He says with a weak smile.

“I love you too, if even if you are always jealous.” I reply with a smirk as I turn out my light snuggling into the sheets. Soon after being pulled onto his chest.

“Not always.” He insists running a hand through my hair.

“Okay, only Gretzky percent of the time.” I reply as I snuggle closer to him

“Did you really just say that?” He asks with a slight laugh.

“Sure did.” 

Originally posted by piesandpucks


Part 3 in the No Place Like You Series. 

Jensen x reader 

Series Summary:  Your best friend finally convinces you to put on your big girl panties and go to a Supernatural convention while you are in Atlanta. Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought you would catch Jensen’s eye. Little does he know, you have your own spotlight. (I’m terrible at summaries)

Word Count: 1400  

Warnings: None, unless an adorable little kid counts haha 

A/N: Remember, THIS IS FICTION. There is in no way hate intended to his family. For the purposes of this series, Jensen is single. 

Part 1 Part 2   Series Masterpost.  Masterlist.   To Do list.    Asks 

Originally posted by justjensenanddean


Tonight’s show has been off the charts amazing. Definitely one of the best crowds we’ve had the opportunity to play for. They know all the words to every song, and don’t even get me started on the energy they are giving off. That energy is what we are feeding off of after an eventful day. These fans are what make all the late nights, early mornings, and the long days in between so worth it. 

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Can I Call you Dad?

Summary: Y/N is Jensen’s adopted daughter, who also happens to play Dean’s daughter on the show. It’s obvious that you two love each other, but Y/N is holding back from being a part of the Ackles family.

Warnings: swearing maybe?, angstyness sort of, FAMILY DRAMA!!!(duh duh duh)

A/N: ok so as of late I’ve been obsessed with adopteddaughter!reader fics and tbh I haven’t written one (I don’t think?) so I decided to give it a go! Feedback is welcome, and thanks for putting up with my writer’s block as of late.




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Three months.

It had been three months since Y/N had been adopted into the Ackles family.
To be honest, it was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Her family was awesome, her job was amazing, and everything seemed to go well. But that was the problem. Everything seemed to go too well.

So she shut down. Her initial excitement had been worn off and replaced by stony silences and an absence that sent her parents-

No. She couldn’t call them that. Not when they could have had better.
There was no doubt in anybody’s mind that Y/N and Jensen were practically father and daughter. Not only did she play his kid on Supernatural, but she also shared many of his interests. They were like two halves, and the adoption process only made it more like they were a family.

Y/N really wanted to be a family with them, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was some big joke, big mistake. No way the Ackles family would want her.

“You need to talk to her.” Danneel blocked Jensen’s way to the kitchen, making him jump. She smirked a little.

“Damn it, Danneel,” Jensen muttered. “What?”

“You need to talk to Y/N,” she said plainly. “She doesn’t talk to me, and you two have that weird bond thing. I’ll never understand it. But you need to do something.”

“I tried.” Jensen threw his hands up in defeat, making his way to move past his wife. She sidestepped, blocking his path. He raised an eyebrow. She matched. Jensen sighed.

“Listen, I’ll try talking to her again,” he said, putting a hand on her shoulders. “She’s going to have to fake time to adjust to this family. It’s a new thing for her. We’re going to have to let her go at her own pace.”

“But she’s part of this family! Doesn’t she deserve to know that?”

“She does,” he gave her shoulders a reassuring squeeze, “and I know that we’ll get her around eventually. She just needs to adjust. We just… need to make sure she’s got everything under control.”

Danneel’s eyes widened, as though a warning sign to Jensen. It was really too bad that he missed it.


“What? You know it’s true. She can't really be part of this family until she comes around. We can’t force her to be with us. She needs to decide for herself. She has to make this work, not us.”


“It’s going to be hard with a new addition, but I know we can make it through this-”

“Jensen!” she cut him off, looking pointedly behind him. He frowned, turning. There, in the hallway, stood Y/N. Her face was hard as she stood motionless.

“How much-” he started.


The air was heavy around them. Nothing broke it- not even the sound of JJ in the other room playing.

“Y/N-” Jensen started, but she had her jaw clenched and was already walking towards her room.

“Way to go, Jay,” Danneel sighed into her hands. “What was all that about?”

“I was just saying that she needed to-”

“That’s the problem!” She said, exasperated. She threw her hands in the air, almost whacking her husband in his face. “Y/N doesn’t want to have to ‘need to do’ anything. She wants to be accepted into this family without feeling like she has any obligations toward us. If she has to ‘do’ something then she feels like she’s living with us as a renter, not as a family.”

“Oh,” was all Jensen said. It made so much more sense now.

Of course, he knew that she’d want others to reach out to her before she reached out to them, but he had been so afraid of pushing her boundaries that he hadn’t realized that maybe she’d wanted him to.

He pressed a quick kiss to Danneel’s cheek. “If you’ll excuse me,” he looked at her with all seriousness and a smile, “I have a daughter to win back over.”

He walked away without seeing the smile on his wife’s face.

Standing outside her door, Jensen took in a deep breath. He’d messed up- big time. He needed to do something to make it up, but there was no way she could forgive him.

Oh, how he wished he could take back what he said.

He opened the door and stepped into the doorframe. As he suspected, Y/N was facing the wall opposite him, headphones in and oblivious to the world.

Except she wasn’t playing any music.

Most likely, she had plugged them in and forgotten to turn them on. She did that often, when she was caught up in her thoughts or emotion. Jensen noticed that when they first brought her to be a part of their family- the family that he was determined to fix.

“You know, you are allowed to be a part of this family,” he smiled softly at her. She kept her eyes glued to the wall.

“Only if I do all the work?” she asked in a monotone voice.

“No,” he frowned, “Y/N, you know that isn’t true.”

“Do you regret it?” she asked suddenly. He could feel how badly she wanted him to accept her, to love her, but he couldn’t figure out why.

He’d give the damn world to her if he could.

“Not for a second,” he said thickly. Jensen rubbed a hand down his face. He would not tear up. This was about Y/N, his… his daughter.

“Why’d you do it?” she whispered. “Adopt me. There were a thousand other kids who would’ve been better applicants and better children. I can’t remember to take out the garbage half the time, and then what if JJ starts asking questions? What if she doesn’t accept me? There were better options-”

“Is that what this is about?” he interrupted, sitting beside her. “Y/N, when we… when you joined our family, we weren’t looking for the best qualified to babysit. If we wanted some kid we didn’t know so that we could make some new bond with them, we wouldn’t have asked-” he stopped short. Y/N looked up at him, finally, with watery eyes.
Jensen was sure his owned matched.

“Y/N,” he croaked. He cleared his throat. “We wanted you to join our family. Not some kid we didn’t know. We wanted you. We still do. You were already… you were already like a daughter to me, so me and your mother- me and Danneel, we decided to make it official.”

Jensen slid an arm around her, and- seeing her lean into it- pulled her flush against him. He tried to ignore how she trembled slightly.

“We don’t regret it,” he whispered into her hair. “Not for a damn second. And we never will. We love you too damn much.”

“I love you too, dad.” Y/N jolted, sitting upright. “I- I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

“Hey, hey,” Jensen pulled her back again. “It’s okay. It’s all okay.”

They stayed like that, wrapped into each other, for a long time. Jensen lost count of the minutes spent on that couch.

“Can I call you dad?” Y/N’s voice was barely above a whisper, and Jensen almost didn’t catch it. He smiled into her hair, pressing a kiss to it.

“Of course,” he replied softly. “But only if I get to call you my daughter.”

“Deal.” He felt her smile against his shirt. Maybe this could work out.

broken || p.jm

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Summary: “But that was all there was to it. A dream of her deepest desires.”

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst, Angst

Word: 1285

A/N: Requested! Wow this one was a hard one because I couldn’t decide how to end it but i can always just write an alternative ending if you’d like!!

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