what if he thinks i mean it sarcastically

dai characters as things teachers have said to me

cassandra: oh sorry. i was into this new romance novel i got over the weekend and spaced out what was your question

varric: i have a retirement plan in place and it’s going to be rad. i’m not telling any of you because it’s super cool and all of you will steal it but it’s cool i’ll be famous 

solas: im kinda of like the school gypsy. im here for one year and boom then im gone

iron bull: the june on the board is a reminder for when i have to arm wrestle this kid in my algebra class. if he wins they get 10 extra points on their finals but if i win i get satisfaction of winning and my pride 

dorian: i think it’s important that you all learn to be yourselves and not like your peers or your parents. like me for example. my father was a mean bastard. me? im a sarcastic bastard. be yourself kids

cole:i think sophia’s right, not all ghosts have to be mean. if i was a ghost i’d be a helpful ghost. i’d do taxes or something

vivienne: and this is… wait, wait a second. let’s take a moment to take in what he is wearing, those shoes do not that match that outfit 

blackwall: hey guys just a side note in this contest between teachers dont vote for me. if i win not only will i be decorated but they’ll make me and mr chasse shave our beards and if my beard goes i go

sera: i hate the no cursing rule. as long as im not cursing at anyone i should be already. if i say ‘hey student fuck you’ then im screwed but if i go to this crap tv and say ‘come on you piece of shit turn on’ i should be alright, right?

cullen: cough drops? that’s drugs you cant have drugs here. I’m kidding i’ll take anything to numb the pain of living. 

leliana: if a bad guy were to walk into this room i could kill him in eight different ways so there’s no need to worry about anything like that

josephine: why did everything in history have to end in a fight im sure if they all just got into a room and talked it out they could have gotten to some sort of agreement

— aquiver | 01 (m)

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

pairing— min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings— mature themes, talk of masturbation, smut, language
words— 10,110

:: summary— Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…

note— inspired by the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the main character’s past occupation haha

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Behind the Scenes AU

-Behind the scenes of BNHA, there are just a bunch of actors and actresses attempting to look like they have superpowers and sometimes failing miserably at their own stunts. Their love for each other is still the same though. c:

-Every time Izuku disappears in the makeup artist’s room, a small crowd of the other actors and crew form outside. After sometimes an hour or two (prob more tbh), Izuku will stumble out with exaggerated limping and show off his “mangled” body parts. He’s had to break his bones so many times in this series, he’s used to the amount of makeup they have to put on him. The others always laugh and suggest ways he might’ve hurt himself this badly in real life.

-Izuku: “I dunno, it’s gotta be hard to hurt myself like this without a power. …maybe get hit by a train. Five times.”

-Kiri gets made fun of because his sharp teeth are actually real. The first time they met him to read through the first script, he smiled all wide and five people gasped.

-Ochako asked him if he filed them that way or if he has a hard time brushing his teeth. Izuku wanted to know allllll about his crazy dentist experiences. And Denki just walked up, stuck his fingers in Kiri’s mouth and went “HOLY SHIT THEY’RE SHARPER THAN I THOUGHT!”
Kiri: “DENKI STOP–MMMMPH!”

-When he’s not playing his explosive, angry character, Katsuki is actually one of the most loved actors in the whole group. He’s super friendly and playful, and helps everyone a lot. (He’s still an overachiever and he still swears like a sailor though)

-The oddest thing for them to watch is the transition from a bullying scene to when Izuku and Katsuki fall out of character. The minute a scene is over, Izuku will laugh and say something like “you had me scared for a second, Kacchan!” or “great job, I really thought you were gonna kill me for a minute.” Katsuki always grins and ruffles Izuku’s hair, before asking for water because “i am going to destroy my fucking voice if i have to shout at someone one more time.”

-As actors, Izuku and Katsuki are best friends, and they meet to read scripts a lot, or discuss ways to act through scenes. They get along really well and aren’t above hugging each other or showing up in each other’s clothes on set. (Not that they’re like dating or anything lol theytotallyare ANYWAY) There have been times when Izuku had to comfort Katsuki after a particularly harsh scene, because it hurts Katsuki sometimes to say such awful things to Izuku.

-Out of character, Shinsou is basically Aizawa, minus the sleeping bag. He has shown up near-late to read-throughs, in pajama bottoms, with a blanket, coffee, and muttering, “when can i sleep again” He naps all the time. He can fall asleep on anything, anywhere. He doesn’t know how to explain why he likes it so much, they’ve just accepted that if you can’t find Shinsou anywhere, he’s probably hiding in a place where he can sleep.

-Places Shinsou has fallen asleep: slumped over his dressing room table, in a chair, during read-throughs, on car rides, in Izuku’s lap, on Katsuki’s back while he was being carried, leaning against a wall, on the floor. The boy has no shame.

-As an actor, Shouto is the quiet one of the group. But he still strangely doesn’t mind getting into any of the ridiculous pranks or funny situations with the other actors at all. And he can be hilarious too. He is accidentally sarcastic with people. He doesn’t mean to be, but it comes out that way.

-“Shouto, Kiri told me I look ugly in this, but I think he’s wrong.”
“……what do you want from me”
“Tell me how it looks!”
“Oh. …..I thought Kiri already did.”

-Shouto also has a strange way of not practicing too much, but then going out, winging it, and acting like he’s freaking become the character. He’s made the other actors and actresses cry while watching his more emotional scenes. It’s very adorable to praise him after this, because his quiet mask breaks into a little smile and he just mumbles “thank you.”

-He has a not-so-tiny crush on the Wonder Duo, but refuses to tell anyone or admit it out loud. But he always hangs around them and when Izuku and Katsuki started talking to him, he lit up. He isn’t nearly as quiet or cold with them, he loves talking to them. Izuku and Katsuki love it too; Shouto will talk a lot with them, but his voice is still soft and it is the most endearing thing. Shouto blushes like a fool whenever they compliment him and could spend hours discussing the intricate details of Izuku’s eyes or Katsuki’s hair.

-Kiri: “Okay, new challenge! Everybody trade characters with someone else and be that character for the rest of the day! You can’t break character! Winner gets this chocolate bar I stole from Aizawa. Got it?”

Katsuki: “You wanna trade, Izuku?”

Shouto: “Can Izuku even become that mean?”

Izuku: “FUCK YES, OUT OF MY WAY HALF-AND-HALF BASTARD, I WILL FUCKING DESTROY YOU ALL.”

Shouto: “….oh my god.”

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Jonathan felt uncomfortable standing on the Harrington’s front porch, his hands stuffed awkwardly into the pockets of his faded jeans. He vaguely wondered how long he should wait before retreating to the safety of his car and forgetting all about this so-called study date Nancy had planned. It had been a full twenty-five seconds since he had rung the doorbell and he half-expected a butler in a tuxedo to answer the door. However, when the heavy oak door swung open with a low groan, it was just Steve’s smiling face, his hair still damp from the shower—no tuxedo either, just a pair of jeans and a plaid button up. 

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imagine yoongi as your cat familiar.

Originally posted by jitonic

– i immediately thought of sam riley in maleficent.

  • a black cat, how predictable.
  • needless to say this was not what you had in mind when you summoned a demon companion.
  • yeah, you got a demon in cat form.
  • it takes you a while to realise that’s what he is though, at first you just thought you’d botched the summoning and went on with your day.
  • but now this cat has been chilling in your garden for a week and it keeps trying to get in and it doesn’t have a collar or anything.
  • also instead of shooing when you tell it to the cat just gives you the ugliest look and that should be possible for a cat to be so expressive???
  • eventually you let him in though because he’s not going anywhere and it’s cold and he’s probably hungry.
  • and you think, fuck it, if you’re gonna be a witch you might as well have a black cat, right? why not
  • so you take him to the vet to make sure he’s healthy and vaccinated and he almost scratches their eyes out.
  • but other than that he’s a pretty chill cat, sleeps all day, pitter-patters around the house all night. lowkey loves to cuddle.
  • you name him suga.
  • he doesn’t go out much? but likes to follow you around when you go out.
  • or anywhere else for that matter.
  • but not in an obvious way like he’s not always on your heels.
  • tsundere cat. 
  • most of the time he acts like he doesn’t even know you exist.
  • but he keeps turning up wherever you are.
  • included, but not limited to, on the bus, inside the library, bathhouses, at the dentist, the supermarket, and your mom’s house ?????
  • basically anywhere except church.
  • eventually you just start talking to him because it feels,,,,,,, natural.
  • like i said, he’s very expressive, and a lot of the time you almost feel like he’s really understanding you and to a certain degree giving you answers.
  • you’re starting to suspect him because honestly some of the shit this kitty gets into should be impossible.
  • like he once put out a fire ????? just casually spilled some water and saved your life and your house from burning down ??
  • keeps “accidentally” knocking your things over and has saved you from making some pretty bad magic mistakes that way.
  • eventually he just gets enough of your clueless ass and pulls up a wikipedia page on witches’ familiars for you to find the next time you use the computer.
  • it’s kinda embarrassing it took you this long to find out.
  • you try to communicate directly with him after that but he won’t have his sleep interrupted, refuses to “meow once for yes and twice for no”, and leaves you no other choice than to look for spells to make him talk.
  • bad idea.
  • yoongi has been a cat for a veeery long time, he’s grown quite comfortable and then you have to come and make him human.
  • a very naked human, in desperate need of a wash and a haircut.
  • he doesn’t like being without fur and bundles up nice and cosy immediately in his usual spot on the couch.
  • but also hasn’t had a bath in this form in probably centuries so he agrees to have one but you have to promise to turn him back or at least make his human form optional.
  • let’s not forget this also puts you in a very awkward position, trying to think of all the things you have said or done in front of yoongi when you thought he was just a cat.
  • things are kinda tense, to say the least.
  • but for the next few weeks you experiment with spells and potions in hopes of making things right again, or at least better.
  • after a while it becomes apparent that you are hopeless at this and yoongi helps you out reluctantly.
  • also because he’s having some real trouble getting used to his human form, not able to balance like before without his tail.
  • hilarity ensues when you work your way through a wide variety of failed attempts.
  • yoongi’s personal favourite being the one where he has cat ears, whiskers, and a tail, but is otherwise human.
  • he stays that way for a while. it’s,,,,,,,,,,,,, fine. or whatever.
  • also he doesn’t fit on the couch anymore, so he shares your bed, but that’s fine because he’s usually up at night.
  • except for when he isn’t. like in the very early mornings.
  • and as you gradually warm up to each other and things get less awkward, you just kind of slip into this comfortable intimacy.
  • and when you finally find the right potion for yoongi to shift between forms at will, things between you get easy, and playful, and flirtatious.
  • before you know it he’s sharing your bed all hours of the day and even night if you know what i mean wink wonk.
  • in the end, with yoongi’s watchful presence and sarcastic guidance you’ll grow to be an accomplished witch some day.
  • in the meantime you can set the house on fire and he’ll find a way to put it out, turn him into a frog and he might even forgive you some day.
  • in the end he’s more of a partner than a companion.
  • anyway, nsfw under the cut.

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i was lookin at @lovelylangst ’s page and all that langst made me think 

what if there was an exercise where the paladins have to find a fault within themselves??? anyways, i didn’t wanna write a whole fic so here we go with some langst drabble…..


Lance stares at Allura with an open mouth. “For this exercise you must think of and share one fault you have. You will discuss among yourselves.” They had to do what? The other’s must have seen his shock.

“What? Too much ego to even think of one?” Keith asks snidely. Lance frowns.

“Keith. While that was a bit harsh, he is right, Lance. It shouldn’t be too hard to find one. We all have problems.” Someone snorts and it takes Lance a second to realize it was Keith and not him. Shiro’s words stung, even if he didn’t mean them in a rude way.

“That-that’’s not what I was going to say at all.” Lance cuts in.

“Oh? Is the great Lance saying he actually has a fault?” Pidge asks sarcastically. Lance shoots them a glare.

“No.” That came out wrong. Now Allura is looking back at him, frustrated. 

“Lance it is normal to have flaws, just find something.” Lance’s patience is wearing thin. So thin it’s going to snap.

“NO! You guys don’t get it! I have too many to choose from! Which one do you want? My poor skills in hand to hand combat? My stupid and unnecessary jokes? My bad timing and luck? The fact that I’m just useless in general? You’re going to need to be more specific, Allura, or I won’t know what you mean.” Hot tears burn at his eyes, blurring his vision. He barely sees his teammates faces settle into shock and sadness.

 Someone is reaching out for his shoulder. A firm hand grips it, and Lance blinks away his tears to see Keith.

“I-I’m so sorry Lance, I-I didn’t mean it. I swear, I was just trying to joke around-I-I never meant it, really. You are so important Lance, I’m so sorry for making you feel that way.”  Lance gulps.

“Lance. Not all of that is true. You are not useless, you are our sharpshooter, you are irreplaceable. We could never think of you as anything less. You may joke a bit but your jokes help our team to calm down. It wouldn’t be the same without you.” Lance sniffles at Shiro’s words.

Hunk comes around beside him, silently wrapping him up in a tight hug. He feels Pidge join the hug after a few moments.

“I’m so sorry Lance. I’ve failed as your best friend. I don’t think I can even call myself that anymore.” Hunk sobs. 

I-I am so, so, so sorry.” Pidge says, hiding their face in his jacket. Slowly, the other start to join the hug, Allura and Coran last.

“My boy, I didn’t intend to hurt you this way. I am forever sorry.” Coran says, tears dripping down into his mustache.

“Lance, you are so very important to the team, and to us as people. I would never wish anyone else to take your place, as no one could fill it adequately.” Lance sobs, holding his space family closer. They stand there for what seems like forever, but no one is complaining, not even Keith. Noticing that, Lance pokes the red paladin.

“So you do care a bit, even an emo like you has some emotion.” Keith smiles and shakes his head.

“Of course I care, you idiot.” Lance is the happiest he’s been in ages, feeling the surrounding love and comfort of his team. 

It takes a while, and it’s never fully gone, but it gets better. Easier. The team only grows stronger, in spirit and power, and Lance is rightfully recognized as the heart of the team.

Reddie Soulmate Au

Little description: When you’re born, a stripe the colour of your soulmates hair shows up on your wrist. One day, Richie decides that he needs to dye his hair.

Eddie and Richie are sitting next to each other on Richie’s bed, staring at each other’s soulmate stripes. Eddie was sleeping over that night and they weren’t quite sure what to talk about. Richie suddenly speaks, “Who do you think your soulmate is, Eds?” Eddie rolls his eyes at the nickname, then takes a second to think, “there’s this girl named Ana in my class with dark hair. Maybe it’s her,” he shrugs and waits for Richie to make some sarcastic comment, instead, Richie bursts into laughter, making Eddie’s face red, “why are you laughing?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

Richie takes a second to compose himself before saying, “do you mean Anastasia? The girl who wears all black and listens to metal music,” Eddie nodded, embarrassed, “I don’t know… I think she has a nice charm to her,” Richie nods, an obnoxious grin on his face, “well, sure, but you know what else she has?” Eddie raises an eyebrow as Richie continues, “a girlfriend.” Eddie’s eyes widen, “oh!” Richie bursts into laughter again, and Eddie let’s himself giggle too.

After a minute of them just laughing, Eddie clears his throat, “who do you think your soulmate is?” Richie’s face goes serious, he looks at Eddie, putting on an exaggerated thinking face, before leaning up to his ear and whispering, “it’s a secret. Do you really want to know?” Eddie nods quickly, as Richie leans back so their faces are inches apart, Eddie can feel Richie’s breath on his face and it makes him shiver. Richie leans back to Eddie’s ear and whispers “I’m going to tell you now,” Eddie prepares himself to hear it and Richie takes a deep breath, “YOUR MOM” he bellows in Eddie’s ear. Eddie shoves Richie right off the bed, wide eyed. Richie stays on the floor, howling with laughter.

Although, as Richie was recovered from his laughing fit, he couldn’t help but think about how much he wanted Eddie to be his soulmate. His heart clenched in his chest and it hurt to know that Eddie could never love him. It was impossible for Richie to be his soulmate. Richie was sure of it. Eddie would never even think about being with him. Not ever. Richie was unlovable.

The next day, Richie wakes up first, he usually woke up first when Eddie slept over, it was nice to see Eddie so peaceful, the one time that he wasn’t worrying so much. It brought a small smile to Richie’s face. He subconsciously moved Eddie’s hair out of his eyes, but immediately regretted it as Eddie’s eyes fluttered open, “morning, Richie,” he croaked and Richie’s heart melted, “morning Eds.” Eddie let the nickname slide, as he had just woken up and it made Richie smile.

When they finally got up, they tip-toed downstairs to find food in Richie’s kitchen. Richie reached his hand into an old box of off-brand frosted flakes. Eddie scrunched up his face in disgust as Richie stuffed his face with the cereal, “how old is that?” Richie shrugged, some of the cereal falling out of his mouth and onto the floor. He chewed a bit more and swallowed the cereal, holding out the box to Eddie and raising his eyebrows, Eddie just shook his head.

The rest of the day was spent riding around on their bikes and cracking jokes. They bumped into some of their friends a couple times, Ben and Beverly were on a date. It was pretty easy for them to know they were soulmates as Beverly’s hair wasn’t exactly the most common colour. They bumped into Bill and Georgie as well. The two were getting ice cream at a local store.

Eventually, the day came to an end and Richie biked Eddie home. Richie got off his bike to walk Eddie to his door, “tell your mom I say I really enjoyed spending the night with her last week,” he winked suggestively and Eddie rolled his eyes, “shut up.” Richie just smirked and waved, backing away from Eddie to his own bike, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Eds!” And as Richie biked away, he heard a yell, “don’t call me Eds!” It brought a smile to his face.

Richie indeed did see Eddie tomorrow. Most of the school week went by pretty normally. They got harassed by Henry and his gang a couple times, but it was nothing that they couldn’t handle. All their friends hung out and laughed together. It was an ordinary, nice week. Until Friday, that is.

Thursday night, Eddie’s soulmate stripe turned pink. Eddie was panicking, wondering if maybe his stripe was broken, or maybe he was sick, or worse, that his soulmate was the kind of person to dye her hair bright pink. He went to sleep that night, his kind racing with all kinds of thoughts.

Eddie woke up the next morning having slept, but feeling exhausted. He trudged out of bed and make his way to school. He made his way to his first class and sat down, putting his bag beside him and leaning back in his chair.

Class started and Eddie began to worry. Richie was usually late, but not this late. He could barely focus on his work as he thought about what could have happened to Richie today, but just as he considered the very worst, the classroom door swung open.

Richie stood in the doorway, his hair a bright shake of pink. Eddie’s breath caught in his throat, and against all his better judgment, he stood up and just stared at Richie, his mouth agape. Richie stepped into the classroom and grinned at Eddie, before realizing how shocked he looked. “Eds, are you okay?” He asked cautiously. Eddie didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to think. So he didn’t. He ran.

Eddie pushed past Richie in the doorway and just ran. As fast and as far as he could. Richie called his name and took off after him. Neither of them were sure where they were going, but Eddie knew that he could stop running, and Richie knew that he couldn’t stop chasing him.

Eventually, Eddie stopped running, his head was spinning as he sat himself down on a rock by the side of a river. He rested his elbows on his knees, breathing heavy, heaving breaths. He saw somebody sit beside him from the corner of his eye. He knew who it was. Eddie took out his inhaler to use as he caught his breath. Richie spoke, breathing heavily between words, “Eddie,” he took a deep, laboured breath, “what just happened?”

Eddie said nothing as he extended his arm to show Richie his wrist. He could hear Richie faintly gasp, but Eddie refused to turn to look at him. Eddie felt a tear streak down his cheek. It suddenly hit him that maybe all this time, he had liked Richie. Eddie’s head was spinning as he thought about all the lingering touches, all the soft smiles, the staring and the fact that Richie constantly occupied his brain. He had always passed it off as a “friend crush” but he knew it was something more now.

He heard Richie chuckle sadly, “do you really hate the idea of me being your soulmate that much,” Eddie opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, Richie continued, “I mean, I really don’t blame you. If I were you, I’d rather kill myself than have to be my soulmate.” Eddie felt another tear fall past his cheek, as he turned to look at Richie.

They were both crying now. Richie continued to speak, sobbing in between all his words, continuously wiping the tears from his eyes, “all I ever do is annoy people,” his voice is quiet, but the vulnerability in his eyes is so clear. His glasses sit on the rock beside him, “I’m always making dumb jokes and insulting you. I’m never serious. Even in the most serious moments. I always have to make a joke out of everything!” His voice is louder now, he’s desperately trying to get the words out now, almost screaming the sentences, “nobody likes me, not one person in our friend group actually likes having me around. They only keep me around because sometimes I’ll make a funny joke and-”

Richie stopped suddenly as Eddie leaned forward and kissed him, his eyes shut tightly. Richie’s eyes widened, but they fluttered shut a moment after. Neither of them were sure of what to do with their hands, so they remained at their sides. A moment later, (although it felt like a year to Richie) Eddie pulled away and sighed. He stared at Richie for a moment before smiling softly and uttering three, quiet words.

“Beep beep, Richie”

The cupcake

“We have to help him, Ron.” Hermione told her boyfriend. “You know how he is, if you don’t push him, he will never make the first move.”

 “And what do you suggest we do, Hermione? It’s not like we can make her so something… We don’t even know if she likes him back!” He answered.

“Well, I think there is a way.” She smiled. “Come with me to the library.” 

“Bloody library.” Ron said under his breath.

“Did you say something?”

“No, nothing at all.”


When Harry entered the 8th year common room Ron and Hermione were going around giving cupcakes to who was there.

“Hello, Harry, do you want a cupcake?” Hermione asked when she saw him.

He grabbed the cupcake she was giving him and ate it while she explained that she had made them herself, not wanting the house elves to have any more work.

“Go give this one to Cho.” She said suddenly and gave him a cupcake that was just slightly different from the one he had just ate.

“Ok…” He looked at her suspiciously.

Hermione smiled at her friend and watched as he went in Cho’s direction to give her the cupcake. What Hermione wasn’t expecting, however, was Malfoy entering the common room in that moment and Harry walking towards him and giving him the bloody spiked cupcake with a nod and a tense “Malfoy”.

Draco looked at Potter weirdly, not knowing what to make out of the situation. Why, in the name of Merlin, was bloody Harry Potter giving him a cupcake like they were some sort of Hufflepuff friends?

“Why are you giving me a cupcake, Potter?” He asked.

“It was Hermione’s idea.” He shrugged. “She’s giving cupcakes to everyone.”

Then, the boy smiled and walked away living Draco looking at the cupcake in his hand stunned.

After looking around the room and seeing everyone enjoying their cupcakes – even Blaise and Pansy, - Draco took a careful bite and promised himself he would never admit aloud just how good the cupcake actually was.

Only Ron saw the look of terror on Hermione’s face as Malfoy ate the cupcake.


“What do you mean, Hermione?” Draco heard someone hissing when he left his dorm room in the middle of the night to go the bathroom 

“I mean exactly what I said, Ron.”

“So, Harry gave Malfoy the cupcake he was supposed to give to Cho?” 

Draco peeked around the corner at the scene in the common room and saw Granger nodding her head, sitting on the sofa and looking guilty.

“So, what will happen now?” Weasley asked.

“I guess we just have to get ready for a week full of Malfoy… He will want to be with Harry all the time. You know it, Ron, George was the one sending you the potion, he explained everything that would happen once someone had it and, just like he said, the only way it won’t change the person’s behaviour is if they already have feelings for the person who gave it to them. This is Malfoy and Harry we are talking about.”

Draco looked at the two of them in disbelief. If he understood correctly, Granger and Weasley had spiked a cupcake with some kind of love potion George Weasley sold at the store, they gave the cupcake to Potter so he could give it to Cho Chang, but Potter gave the cupcake to Draco and he had eaten it, meaning that he would apparently be in love with Potter for a week.

However, he didn’t feel any different and he knew why: the potion didn’t affect the behaviour of those who already had feelings for the one who gave it to them, or so Granger had said. Draco knew he couldn’t just act like he normally did towards Potter, or else Weasley and Granger would find out the truth about his feelings.

Seeing only one way out, Draco decided that during the week the potion would have effect he would show his love for Harry Potter and then blame it on the potion and make the two Gryffindor idiots who spiked the bloody cupcake pay for it.


When Harry sat at the Gryffindor table the next morning for breakfast he was met with guilty expressions on Ron and Hermione’s faces. 

“Good morning.” He greeted while sitting down next to Ron.

“Morning.” Hermione answered even though she didn’t look him in the eyes.

“Ok, what did you do?” Harry asked looking at his two best friends.

Hermione and Ron shared look and Hermione sighed, looking like she was ready to spill whatever they had done, but before she could Malfoy sat down next to her, in front of Harry, and she looked down at her food.

“Hello, Potter.”

“Malfoy.” Harry nodded.

Harry looked at him weirdly, not knowing why the other boy decided to sit with them instead of the Slyhterins. It wasn’t unusual that the houses mixed during meals, however, it was unusual for Malfoy to sit with the Golden Trio.

They ate breakfast in a tense silence and, when they finished, Malfoy got up and said “See you later, Potter” before he exited the Great Hall.


For three days, Malfoy had sat with them for meals. He tried to make conversation and Harry was surprised to see that he actually enjoyed the boy’s company. Malfoy was different from the people Harry usually hang out with; the Slytherin was sarcastic, - sometimes even making mean comments – and his humour was different from what Harry was used to, but, in a way, it was kind of refreshing. 

Now, they were both in the library studying for potions; seeing Harry struggling with the lessons, Draco had offered to help and they had already been there for an hour.

“I think it’s enough for today, Potter.”

Harry yawned and nodded, closing his books and putting them in his bag. Draco smiled seeing the sleepy boy that he found adorable.

“Come on, Potter, I don’t think you want to fall asleep in the middle of the library.”

Shaking his head, Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him out of the library in the direction of the common room, their fingers intertwining in the way and neither of them doing anything to pull them apart. When they got to the common room, they said goodnight to those who were still awake and stopped at the Harry’s bedroom’s door.

“Good night, Harry” Draco smiled and kissed the boy’s forehead, before going to his room and leaving him behind.


The next day, Harry didn’t pay attention in his classes; he was too busy daydreaming about a certain boy. It surprised Harry when, the night before, Malfoy had kissed his forehead; why had he done that? Harry couldn’t tell and, somehow, he didn’t care, as long as the other boy did it again. 

At supper, Malfoy sat next to Harry at the Gryffindor table, closer than he had sat the days before, making Harry blush and smile down at his food when he felt their thighs brush. Hermione and Ron had the same guilty expressions they had been wearing for some days now.

“Are you guys ok?” Malfoy asked. 

Ron looked at Hermione, nodded his head slightly and she sighed looking up at Harry and Malfoy.

“We have something to tell you both.” She said.

“Ok, tell us.” Malfoy put his fork down.

“Not here” Ron shook his head. “Not in the Great Hall where there are so many people.”

When they finished eating, Ron and Hermione got up and told Harry and Malfoy they would meet them in the common room, so they could talk.

“What do you think they want to tell us?” Harry asked the other boy.

“I think I have an idea, but let’s go and see.”

Draco got up and Harry mirrored his actions and they exited the Great Hall together.

“Harry…” Draco called when they were just about to enter the common room.

“Yeah?”

“I want you to remember that I do what I do because I want to.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You’ll see. Just don’t forget what I said, ok?”

Harry smiled at the boy in front of him and leaned up to kiss his cheek; Malfoy blushed and Harry thought that the redness in his pale cheeks suited him and decided that he would do anything just to see the other boy flushed again. Malfoy smiled down at him and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers and pulling him to the common room, where Ron and Hermione were waiting for them in front of one of the fireplaces.

The only other people in the common room were sitting at the table playing chess and Draco knew that the couple in front of the fireplace had decided to talk there because it would be almost empty, as most of the 8th years were still having supper.

Harry and Draco sat next to them and the sight of them sitting so close with their hands clasped and fingers intertwined seemed to make Hermione look like she was about to cry.

“We did something” Ron finally said. “Just don’t get too mad, Harry.”

Harry looked at them feeling slightly scared about what they could have possibly done.

“Ok” he answered. “I’ll try not to get mad.”

“We really didn’t mean for this to happen, Harry,” Hermione rushed. “We just wanted to help you with Cho.”

Harry felt Draco’s hand twitch in his own and gripped it tighter, not really realising what he was doing.

“What do you mean?” He asked his best friends.

“Oh, Harry, we know you like her!”

“But… where did you get that idea from?”

“You told us that you liked someone, but you wouldn’t say who… She was the only person we could think of.”

“I don’t like Cho.” Harry scoffed. “But that’s not the point. What did you do?”

“Remember when I gave out cupcakes on Sunday?”

Harry nodded.

“Well, there was a reason behind it.” She continued quietly.

“Just spit it out already!” Draco exclaimed.

“We spiked one of the cupcakes with one of George’s love potions.”

“What?”

“I gave a cupcake to you and told you to give it to Cho, remember?”

“But I never gave the cupcake to Cho” Harry shook his head. “I gave it to…”

“Malfoy” Ron finished looking at the boy next to Harry.

Draco heard Harry take a deep breath next to him and he could feel the other boy’s rage and betrayal.

“What was the potion supposed to do?”

“For a week, the person who drank it would act in love with the person that gave it to them, unless they already have feelings for each other, then they would act the same.”

There was a thick silence in the air and Draco felt like hexing the two people sitting in front of him when he felt Harry’s hand go limp and stop squeezing his own.

“So, what you are trying to tell me is that, for the past days, Dr-Malfoy has been nice to me because of some potion?”

Ron and Hermione didn’t answer, but they didn’t need to; Harry already knew it and, somehow, it really hurt to know that Malfoy had done everything because of a potion. Draco felt his heart drop when Harry got up without a word and left to his room, not looking back.

“Don’t you have anything to say?” Hermione looked at Draco.

“I already knew.”

“How come?”

“I heard you talking about it on Sunday night.”

“You did? Then why didn’t you try and fight the potion?”

“Why would I fight something that didn’t even work in the first place?”

Hermione and Ron fell silent and Draco just sighed and got up.

“I know you are Gryffindors and all, but not even I thought you could be this stupid!”

The Gryffindors watched as he went to his room and when he was out of sight Ron looked at Hermione with a scared expression.

“Did he mean what I think he meant?”


Harry ignored the other three the following days. His best friends tried talking to him and apologize, but he wouldn’t let them. 

Seeing that the boy preferred being left alone, Draco didn’t try talking to him and decided that the best he could do was wait until the week of the potion ended so Harry would believe him.

So, on Monday after supper, Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him to his room, determined to talk to him and to make him see the truth, because some days showing Harry his love wasn’t enough for him.

“What do you want, Malfoy?”

“Why do you call me Malfoy again?”

“Isn’t that your name?”

“No! My name is Draco, that’s what you should call me, just like you did this past week.”

“You were under a potion’s influence.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“What?”

“The potion doesn’t work when the person already has feelings for the one who gave the potion to them.” Draco walked closer to Harry and felt really accomplished when Harry blushed.

“What do you mean?”

Draco rolled his eyes playfully.

“I know you are a Gryffindor, but you’re not so dense, Harry, you know exactly what I mean.” He leaned down and kissed the boy’s lips lightly. “I did what I did because I wanted to, not because of some stupid Weasley, potion.”

And then he kissed him harder and Harry rested his hand on the blond’s chest gasping in surprise when he felt the rapid pace the heart beneath his hand was beating in. Draco took advantage of the gasp to slip his tongue in the other boy’s mouth and both of them saw little colourful sparks behind their eyelids.

“Draco” Harry whispered when they parted to breathe.

Draco just smiled and pushed Harry to lay on the bed slipping in next to him and putting his arms around him protectively.

“I hope you know that I will have to get revenge somehow” he said. “They don’t have the right to poison me, even if it didn’t work!”

“I’ll help you” Harry smiled at the Slytherin.

They cuddled closer to each other and let sleep overtake them.


Masterlist

Old Lovers

Bruce Wayne x Reader

•••

Damian one day decided to snoop around the library, he was bored and was grounded from patrolling due to him trying to escape the manor at night and getting caught.

He went to the back section, he rarely ever went this far. He pulled out a few books hopping for one to trigger open a secret passage way, much to Damian’s dismay a white letter fluttered out. Damian scrunched his eyebrows in confusion but quickly picked up the decaying letter, it had a slight yellow tinge but the letter seemed to have never been opened.

He ripped open the letter pulling out the paper inside.

‘Dear my beloved Bruce, I decided to run away from my family. They have always dictated my life and actions, but you taught me to think freely, to let go. They don’t approve of us and planned to send me away, but I will not let them do so. I thank you for teaching me this way of free thoughts, I will not tell you where I’m going but I do know one thing, we will meet again if we are meant to be. Love, Y/N’

Damian’s eyes widened after reading the letter, he quickly ran out the library note still in hand. He rushed to the living room where he heard the familiar voices of his bickering brothers.

“No Jason you just can’t-”

“GRAYSON!” Damian cut Dick off and quickly handed him the letter, the boys huddled around him reading over his shoulder.

“Who’s Y/N?” Tim asked snatching the letter out of Dick’s grasp.

“I have no idea, does Bruce just have a bunch of secret relationships and more spawns of his running around that we aren’t aware about?” Jason snatched the paper out of Tim’s hold while Damian glared at him.

“Y/N?” Alfred was eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Who is she?” Damian questioned the butler. “She was Bruce’s first girlfriend, his first everything. He was madly in love wit her but her parents didn’t approve of her dating a Wayne son, they wanted her to marry into another higher class family to seal some deals.” Alfred sat down on the couch over looking the letter.

“Master Bruce became devastated after her disappearance he never really loved ever again, I don’t think he ever got over her.”

“Do you know what this means?” Dick clapped his hands in excitement, “No, I don’t.” Jason said sarcastically.

“We need to find this Y/N person! To make Bruce have an actual Valentine.” Tim rolled his eyes, “We don’t even know anything else but her name.”

“Her name is Y/N Y/L/N, I wish you all luck.” Alfred walked out as the boys began to scheme.

•••

“Are sure this is her?” Jason quirked his eyebrow, “Well she seemed elated when we mentioned Bruce, I’m hopping she is.” Tim answered as they waited for Bruce to come.

“Why are you all calling me? Did Damian stab Jason again?” Just as Bruce walked in asking questions the door was knocked. Dick ran over and opened the door revealing a mature women with a warm smile on her face.

“It’s been a long time Bruce.” She smirked as Bruce’s jaw dropped.

“Y/N?”

Big Girl - Michael Clifford Smut

 i wrote this a while ago i literally have no idea how bad it sucks ass but it probably sucks hard

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“Mom no! I don’t need a babysitter I’m 18 for god’s sake!”

“No Y/N! The last time i left you home alone you almost burned the house down! And it’s not like he’s a complete stranger. It’s just Michael.” Her parents were going out for a business dinner and they hired Michael Clifford to babysit her.

Michael was 19, he graduated last year and he took a gap year to travel with his mates. That meant he needed money badly. They were neighbours and her parents invited the Cliffords over for dinner quite often but Y/N never had a proper conversation with him however she knew how cocky he was. He had the biggest ego. Always bragging about himself and trying to show off. Never the less she always had a slight crush on him. There was something mesmerising about him.

“We’re leaving now and he’ll be arriving in 15 minutes. Be kind to him and don’t cause any trouble!”

After kissing her parents goodbye Y/N decided to prepare some snacks to watch some movies. Her parents weren’t going to come back until midnight and Michael probably wasn’t gonna pay her attention, she needed to entertain herself until then.

She was going through movies when she heard the knocking on the door.

“Come in the door isn’t locked.” she yelled. She knew it was Michael. Who else would knock on her door at 8:30pm?

“You know you really should lock the door when you’re home alone. Im kind enough to not kidnap you but someone else might.”

“Haha funny Michael.” she was being sarcastic but she knew Michael was kinda right. She wasn’t gonna admit that of course. Michael’s ego was already big enough.

Michael plopped himself next to Y/N on the couch and asked “So what are we watching?”

“We? So THE Michael Clifford wants to spend time with me i’m honored.”

“Don’t flatter yourself i kinda have to cause there’s nothing else to do.”

“Sure.” she snickered. She knew he was being sarcastic. That was how their friendship was. Sarcastic remarks and mean comments.

They settled on watching a random movie which turned out quite boring.

“Why do you need a babysitter anyways?” Michael asked.

“The last time i was home alone i almost burned the house down so my mom doesn’t think i should be left alone anymore. But im a big girl i know i can take care of myself.”

“Big girl huh?” Michael had a smirk when he said that.

“Yes i turned 18 two weeks ago.”

“Truth or dare?”

“What?” she honestly was surprised by his question she wasn’t expecting this. “Truth i guess..”

“Are you a virgin?” she was taken aback from the sudden question.

“N-no.” she shyly answered. She’d much rather her first time being with Michael. The guy who took her virginity was an asshole. “Truth or dare?” she was already thinking of a smart thing to ask him.

“No you choose one.”

“It’s your turn.”

“Im in charge right now don’t you think? Do as i say.”

“Truth.” she didn’t want to take chances and she was pissed with Michael reminding her that he was in charge. Although the thought of Michael being in charge turned her on.

“What’s your biggest turn on?”

“Dare. Can i change it?” she couldn’t tell him that the thought of him tying her down and fucking her mercilessly while she called him daddy made her panties soak.

“No princess. You chose truth and now you have to answer.”

“Umm i g-guess my partner being umm you know dominant would turn me on.”

“I dare you to suck my cock.”

“WHAT?!”

“C'mon babygirl i know you want to. I know how much i turn you on. I bet you’re wet right now.” He was right. Thinking about him fucking her did turn her on.

She got on her knees. It was the moment she was waiting for all her life wasn’t it?

“Michael i’ve only done this once. I don’t know how to do it.”

“It’s ok princess i’ll guide you.”

She unbuttoned his pants, Michael lifted his hips so Y/N could take off his pants and boxers faster.

When Y/N saw his cock she was amazed. He was bigger than the boy who took her virginity and thicker. She was nervous to touch it let alone put it in her mouth.

“What happened?” Michael needed her mouth. Or her hands. Anything. He just wanted to feel her touch.

“It’s just that you’re bigger than my ex.” she didn’t even care if she was flattering his ego even more.

“It’s ok Y/N it’s not gonna bite see.” He started stroking his cock. “Try it c'mon.” Michael replaced his hand with hers and she slowly started stroking him.

“Ugh Y/N it feels so good. Take it in your mouth please.” how could she say no to him when he ask like that? She took him in her mouth. She struggled to fit him in her mouth but managed to do it. She started stroking the parts she couldn’t fit in her mouth with her hands.

“Yes yes yes babygirl does daddy’s cock feels good in your mouth?” Daddy? She never thought Michael would have a daddy kink. She hoped but she never thought he actually had it.

She stopped sucking for a brief moment and said “Yes daddy.”

“Stop stop come here.” Michael pulled her up and sat her on her lap. They started making out passionately.  Michael tried to take off her shirt and  bra without stopping the kiss.

“Fuck babygirl your tits are amazing.” He massaged her boobs and flicked her nipples.

“Daddy please do something!” “What do you want daddy to do baby? You want daddy to fuck you?”

Y/N could only nod and Michael eagerly unbuttoned her pants and took them off.

“Baby there is a condom in the back pocket of my jeans can you bring it to daddy?” she got up from his lap and bend down to get the condom. Michael couldn’t resist it and spanked her ass. She moaned from the pleasure, turning Michael on.

“You like it when daddy spanks you baby?”

“Yes daddy please spank me again.”

“I will baby girl but all i want right now is your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock. Come here.” He grabbed the condom from her hand and quickly put it on.

“C'mon princess ride daddy’s cock. Show him how much of a big girl you are.” Y/N positioned herself on Michael’s cock and slowly slide down. They both moaned in bliss.

“Harder babygirl. Make daddy proud.” Michael couldn’t take it anymore. Hearing her moans and whimpers were driving him crazy. He needed to have his way with her. He needed to devour her. He spanked her and said “Lay down baby.”

Y/N got up from his lap and laid down on the couch. After teasing her folds for a bit, Michael positioned himself at her entrance and quickly thrusted in. She felt so good wrapped around his cock and without realising he started ramming into her. He was fucking her so good. Y/N could feel a knot forming in her stomach and the aching feeling around her pussy. She reached down to rub her clit but Michael held her hands over her head.

“I know you’re close me too baby. Cum for me, cum for daddy Y/N.”

Y/N let out a loud moan and came around Michael’s cock. Feeling her pussy clench around his cock drive Michael over the edge.

He reached for the blanket on the floor and put it over Y/N. He got up and walked towards kitchen to get rid of the condom when he suddenly turned around and said, “I knew you had a crush on me. I think you’re cute.”

anonymous asked:

Can I have when it's like in the middle of the night and the Paladin's S/o just gets up from the bed and leaves the room, only to get a cup of water or something and the Paladins wake up only to see that their s/o isn't at their side, freaks out, only to find them in the kitchen with a cup of water in their hands.. Sorry if this is long

Hey it’s mod Enki! This is really super cute so it’s gonna be like a tiny drabble for each! I’m sorry this is so long orz I kinda got carried away. 

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Shiro: 

You woke up with the taste of dried spit and left over whatever you had for dinner. Space goo again? You could have sworn it was something different this past time. Either way, it didn’t leave a good taste in your mouth. With what little light in the room you looked to your side to see Shiro comfortably asleep next to you, his head on your shoulder. Even though you hated to disturb him from his sleep, you needed to get a glass of water. You were a little hot, too, from being so close to him while you slept. With a sigh you gently wiggled your way from out of the covers and out of the bed. As soon as your bare feet hit the cold floor you shivered. Suddenly you weren’t so hot anymore and even debated going back to bed. The grimy taste in your mouth told you otherwise and you headed to the door. 

Once out of the room you flinched at the bright lights in the hallway almost bumping into a few things as your eyes adjusted. Even as you got used to the bright lights, you still stumbled your way to the kitchen like a drunkard. Fumbling with the light switch you managed to light the kitchen. It didn’t take you too long to get a nice refreshing glass of water and you pretty much downed it in one go. 

However, when you turned around to refill your glass you practically jumped three feet in the air as you saw someone out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t manage to hold on to your glass in your fright and it fell right out of your hands. You fumbled trying to properly catch it until your hands managed to get purchase on the slippery glass. A low chuckle resounded to your side and you almost jumped again. Instead you turned to face the source only to see none other than your loving boyfriend, in the same groggy state as you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said, his voice low and a little scratchy.

“I don’t think startle really covers it.” You replied clearly exasperated. “I would phrase it more like… scared the living shit out of me.” 

He chuckled again putting his hands up in surrender. “Okay okay, I got it. Next time I’ll send you a letter before I enter a room.”

“Oh ha ha…” You mocked sarcastically. “What are you doing up anyways?”

“I woke up and couldn’t feel you next to me and got worried. Sounds a little silly I know.” 

“I see, then I guess the next time I leave the bed I’ll be sending you a letter of warning.” You said quoting his earlier remark. He just shook his head before letting out a yawn. It wasn’t long before you were yawning, too. Setting down the glass you shuffled your way over to him, rubbing your arms for warmth.

“Let’s just go to bed already, I’m cold.” You mumbled. 

“Alright.” Shiro pressed a kiss to your forehead before the two of you headed back to his room for some much needed rest. 

Lance:

It was probably the dead of night when you woke up, annoyed by the boy sleeping beside you. He was practically sprawled out on the bed and kicking you in the side. All the blankets were bunched up onto you and clearly overheating you to the point of being pretty uncomfortable. You angrily shoved the blankets off of you and onto Lance who was dead ass asleep and drooling onto the bed. A sigh forced it’s way out of you and you tried to think of how exactly you were going to get out of the bed with the mess of a boy beside you. You debated just shoving him off the bed entirely so you could just get out easily. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even wake up if you did. 

As tempting as it was, you weren’t that mean. Or you were and you just didn’t have the energy to move his dumb ass. Either way you managed to escape from the bed and exit out into the hallway. You were too god damn hot and needed to get something that could cool you down. The lights of the hallway were probably even more annoying than Lance’s sleeping habits at the moment and you squinted to make sense of your surroundings. 

“Stupid lights…” You mumbled to yourself as you finally made your way to the kitchen. 

You perked up as soon as you got your water and felt the cool liquid slide down your throat. It was so simple yet so refreshing to you. You sighed contently and just stood there for a second, relishing in the peace you had found in the dead of night. That is, before you felt two arms wrap around you and a face bury itself in your neck. 

“Y/n…. Come back to bed. You scared me I thought you were gone.” Lance mumbled. 

“You’re so dumb sometimes… I just needed a glass of water.” You said trying to wiggle out of his grasp. His grip was too solid though and you had no choice but to give up. 

“Y/n…” He mumbled your name again and you couldn’t help but realize how ironic it was. He never wanted to cuddle you in bed but suddenly he was all over you. 

“Well I can’t go back to bed if you keep holding me like this.” You said trying to shove him away. 

He seemed to comply this time and let go, eyes still closed, almost like he was sleep walking. You took him by the hand and led him out of the kitchen and back to bed where you two could hopefully get some more sleep. 

Keith:

When you woke up you were surprisingly comfortable, tangled up in the sheets with Keith and head resting on his chest. You sat there for a second just listening to his heartbeat and steady breathing. Everything seemed just perfect until you realized just how thirsty you were. It was that kind of thirst that you could feel all the way to the back of your throat. It was bothering you more and more every second you sat there just dealing with it. You really didn’t want to get up, it broke your heart to leave your boyfriend as he was probably having one of the most peaceful sleeps he’s had in a while. But man, you were thirsty as hell and there was no way you could go back to sleep now. 

You begrudgingly got out of bed, untangling yourself from the covers and from Keith. He looked so cute in his sleep so you quickly kissed his cheek before you made your way out into the hallway. The lights blinded you and you really regretted getting out of bed. But you had come this far so there was no way you were going back now. You zombied your way to the kitchen and managed to down two whole glasses of water before you heard someone running down the hall. 

Sitting on the counter you just shrugged before downing another glass and setting it down beside you. A yawn escaped your lips and you could’ve sworn you heard someone calling your name. You listened again and you heard it call a second time, a little louder this time. It wasn’t hard to recognize and you almost hit yourself for thinking he wouldn’t notice you leaving. 

“Keith…!” You beckoned from the kitchen. It wasn’t long before you could hear the taps of his feet as he made his way to you. He called out your name again when he entered the kitchen and you noticed how his expression turned from a scowl to a more relieved one. 

“Wow, I didn’t think you would notice me gone for literally five minutes.” You said laughing a little.

“I was worried something happened to you!” He defended himself. “You should’ve told me where you were going.”

“I was gone for five minutes, Keith.” You said. 

“Still…” He mumbled. “Just don’t do it again.”

“Okaaaaay.” You drawled getting down from the counter. “You just looked so cute while you were sleeping that I didn’t want to wake you up!” 

“Oh whatever.” He huffed. “Let’s go back to bed.”

“Whatever you saaaay.” You laughed lightly, trailing after him and back to bed.

Hunk:

As much as you loved Hunk, he radiated nothing but heat when you two cuddled and while you were 100% okay with this you were really feeling the heat right about now. It was late, everyone was surely asleep by now which meant you could wander the castle in whatever gross sleep state you were in right now. Sweat collected on your back and forehead and you really needed to cool off right about now. You wiggled out of your lover’s grasp and hated to part him while he was so contently sleeping. But when you’re gross and sweating and extremely hot it literally feels like the worst. 

You really preferred to be cold most of the time because it was really easy to just cuddle up with Hunk to get warm. It’s a whole different story for when your were hot though. When your feet touched the nice cool floor you really debated just laying on it for like an hour to properly cool off. But it didn’t really sound like something you had the patience for. A nice glass of water sounded way more appealing than just laying on the ground feeling like you’re dying. 

So you stepped out into the hallways and absorbed the shock of the lights and nice cool air blowing over your body. Once you were done bathing in this new found bliss you headed down to the kitchen. It still smelled of whatever goodies Hunk had managed to cook up for dinner when you entered it. You smiled to yourself as you stood in the kitchen with a nice glass of water. 

Closing your eyes you could’ve sworn you could fall asleep just standing up. However a warm voice pulled you from your sleepy stupor. 

“Of course I would find my favorite person in my favorite place.” Hunk said entering the kitchen. You looked at him with surprise before breaking into a small smile.

“Oh, what are you doing up?” You asked. 

“I mean I woke up and you weren’t there suddenly. It’s just a little scary you know?” He said scratching the back of his neck. 

“Sorry, I guess I should’ve woken you up then. I needed to cool off for a second.” You said sheepishly. “I’m done now though, so let’s go back to bed.”

“Sounds good to me.” 

The two of you walked back to bed, hand in hand humming a tune the both of you vaguely knew. It wasn’t long before you were back to cuddling and sweet dreams.

Pidge:

It was one of those rare occasions that Pidge was asleep next to you at a reasonable hour. You were very grateful to be blessed with this opportunity to finally cuddle your girlfriend after a long week of missions and helping out around the castle ship. Everything was perfect. Well, almost everything… You were sleeping so soundly that you managed to drool all over the pillow and now your mouth felt as dry as a desert. Dried spit didn’t taste too well and it really did bother you. 

Pidge probably wouldn’t take too kindly to your gross slobber breath or the fact that you drooled all over the pillow. So you wiggled out of bed and flipped over the pillow to the dry side of it. Your first task was done so now you were one to accomplish the next. You stepped out into the bright ass hallway and instantly regretted it. You stumbled around like you were afflicted with some sort of illness. In fact, you took you the longest time to get used to these blinding lights. 

You weren’t too fond of the lights in the hallway so you didn’t even bother turning on the lights in the kitchen. It seemed like a much better idea to just let the lights from the hallway filter into the kitchen. The darkness of the kitchen was comforting and it helped keep you groggy enough to be ready to fall back to sleep the second you got in bed. 

As soon as you got your water you quickly downed it to re-hydrate your mouth. It was nice and refreshing, although a little cold making you shiver a bit. Turning on your heel you were about to head back to the room when you saw a figure in the door way. You let out a mixture of startled noises before realizing it was just Pidge. She started at you with a blank expression. 

“Did you drool all over the pillow again?” She asked. You could practically feel your heart stop.

“Nooo?” 

“Y/n, you only get a glass of water after you drool in your sleep.” She added, completely trapping you.

“Fine, you got me. I’ll wash the pillow case in the morning.” You admitted. “Why are you up anyways. You never come after me just for drooling on a pillow.”

“It just scared me that you weren’t beside me while I slept like you always are.” She mumbled. “I had a bad dream.”

You smiled and went to hug her from behind. She sniffled a bit and you squeezed her a little harder. 

“You’re just the only one I have left.” 

“Don’t worry, Pidge. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

Reggie Mantle x Reader Locker-room Confessions


Request:
Could you maybe do a Reggie x reader where the reader is Jughead’s sister and she’s getting bullied by Chuck and Moose and he catches her crying in the locker room looking for Archie and comforts her and tells her nice stuff and compliments her and just fluff and cuteness.

A/N: This was my first request so I enjoyed it plenty, I hope you love it or least like it! It takes a while to get to the Reggie x Reader only because I wanted it to have a good storyline. 

Words: 1511

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Summary: Reader is Jughead’s sister and gets bullied and Reggie comes to the rescue. 

Spoilers: There may or may not be a kiss.

Warnings: Like three swear words.


Being Jughead’s sister was not easy at Riverdale High. Everyone questioned you for the small similarities and differences that you had with each other. You hung out mostly with Jughead’s friends since you grew up with them as well.  You were only a year apart in age, but not by grade level. Some even questioned you both if you were twins and Jug became tired of it, so he would claim you were fraternal twins. The high school caste system was not really in favor of you and your brother. You’re brother Jughead had it worse with The Goonies as he called them. He was “freak” to them because he was different than the testosterone filled, brainless guys at your school. Jug was the brooding writer, keeping to himself. You however would dress like him plenty of times, but you liked to try different styles and colors. You were usually the one they’d catch smiling more often. You just tried your best enjoy the hell hole that high school was especially in a small town.

During the weekend you had a sleepover with Veronica and Betty at Veronica’s house. You were mesmerized by the aesthetic of Veronica’s. There was something about big homes that you thoroughly enjoyed, since your family had a small house. You didn’t complain though, you were just happy your family was back together and your dad was getting his act together.

You were thankful for these friends that made Riverdale suck a little less. You had fun with them, as they helped you escape from life for a while when you hung out with them. Veronica was new, but it felt like you had known her all your life. It was now Sunday morning and you all had just eaten breakfast.

“Here you go” Veronica spoke up while you were hanging out in her room.

“What’s this?” You questioned her as you opened the gift bag and took a box out with the most mesmerizing sneaker wedges you had wanted when you guys went window shopping a week before.

Your eyes dilated, and a small smile was forming on your face until you looked up and spoke up “I- I- I can’t take these Ron.”

“Now why not? Those would look great on you with that crop top you bought, but never wore” Veronica declared.

“You would look amazing, (Y/N)” Betty budded in with a smile on her face.

“I just, you guys can’t keep buying me stuff, my parents, and I am not going to be your charity case” you declared with a sad look in your face.

“Oh c’mon you are not my charity case (Y/N/N), I simply bought the wrong size shoe and can’t return them” She retorted.

“Yeah, I was there they would not let her return them” Betty innocently added on the lie.

“You can’t return them?” You questioned Ron with hopeful eyes.

“Nope and now that I look at them they’re not really my style and I don’t want to see them go to waste” Veronica added on with a smirk on her face.

You thanked her, and promised to wear them on Monday, with some ripped skinny jeans and the crop top as you left her house to work your shift at Pops.

Monday came and you hesitated on the outfit, but you put it on anyway since you weren’t going to let down Ronnie, and weren’t going to let your money go to waste by never wearing the crop top.

You took a quick glance in the mirror and smiled confidently and walked out of your home to get to school.

As you arrived, you felt all eyes on you and it made you slightly uncomfortable until you caught a glimpse of Ronnie and Betty and walked towards them.
“Hey” you said shyly to the blonde and brunette.

They turned to look at you and you heard gasps coming out of their mouth with a wide eyes plastered on their faces.

“My god! (Y/N) you are gorgeous” Betty declared.

“The phoenix rises! (Y/N) you look hot!” Ronnie added on and you couldn’t help but cover your face and giggle as Kevin approached you three by the lockers.

He did a double take not believing it was you until he added to the compliments “Smokin’ (Y/N), if I weren’t gay you’d be on my list” as you all laughed at his words.

You all departed to your classes and plenty of people complimented you on your outfit.

It was the end of the day and you were at your locker, when The Goonies approached you in the empty hallway.

You just gave a huff closing your locker thinking you just might get catcalled, surprised though that Reggie was not with them. You remembered you actually hadn’t seen Reggie with them for a couple of days now.

The Goonies were surrounding you, you couldn’t escape them, and they trapped you against your locker.

Moose spoke up “Look at the ugly duckling thinking she is turning into a goose.”

“Yeah Goose” The other jocks repeated.

“Don’t you mean swan?” You retorted sarcastically.

“Whatever, besides you’d never be a swan” Moose scowled at you “I just wanted you to know that not even like that, no one will even look your way”

“I don’t know” Chuck added on “You’d be a good, onetime thing, don’t you think she’d like maple syrup?”  He spoke to the guys and he creepily caressed your cheek as you swapped his hand off your cheek.

“What do you think freak? Would you like a bit of Chuck in your life” he whispered in your ear.

“You’d really consider this piece of trash?” Moose spoke up

“The thing about trash is, you use it, and then when you’re done with it you throw it away” Chuck gave you a smirk as he turned to collect high fives from the guys and you took it as a chance to flee and go looking for Archie in the locker room to ask him to take you home, or ask him where Jughead was.

As you fled from The Goonies, you heard the collective laughter from the venom filled mouths as you tried to hold in your tears.

You arrived at the locker room and much to your dismay it was empty. You started hearing the rain from the outside and realized they probably cancelled practice.

You sat down in one of the benches and started sobbing, until you felt someone sit next you so you stopped and turned your attention to see who it was. 

“I am so sorry about those jerks” Reggie spoke up as he rubbed his thumbs up to cheeks to rid of the tears “They never did learn how to treat a lady” Reggie added.

“What are you doing?” You questioned him, confused as to why he was being so nice to you when he was the one that bullied your brother.

“I- I am” He stuttered as he grabbed you by the hand, not knowing what to say.

“Wow a speechless Reggie that’s new” you chuckled.

“I’m just really sorry about those assholes, I’ll take care of them though” He smiled at you.

“How?” You asked him.

“Well I am captain of the football team (Y/N)” He stated.

“Why would you help me though? They bullied me, and you bully my brother with them” You spoke up “What’s the difference?” you added on.

“(Y/N) I am really sorry about that, I regret ever being rude to Jughead, I really am” He said with disappointed look on his face.

“Why were you rude to Jug? Does this mean you are going to leave him alone? I noticed you haven’t been hanging out with the guys for a while now” You rambled on, not knowing how to react this soft side of Reggie.

“Um” he mumbled while scratching his head “I kind of have a crush on you” He spoke softly with a small smile on his face.

“What?” You gulped as he caught you by surprise.

“I promise to apologize to Jughead,  I know I was stupid for going down that route” He paused and spoke again “I’ll apologize, I swear, wo- woul- would you go out on a date with me? Please?” He proclaimed with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Only if you apologize to Jug” You smiled at him, surprised to seeing this vulnerable side to Reggie made him so much more handsome.

“Deal, Thank you, I will, I’ll also take care of the idiots who bullied you” Reggie proclaimed as he pulled you in for a hug.

As you two pulled away you started missing his tight hug until Reggie grabbed you by the chin and planted his lips on yours.

Your stomach was filled with butterflies and your lips were in sync with his.

“(Y/N) where are you? Moms going crazy, it is raining and you’re not answering your- uh- phone” Jughead interrupted your kiss with wide eyes and wide mouth plastered on his face and you couldn’t help but smile.

Tags: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz 

Peter Parker’s Secret

Fandom: Avengers/Marvel
Paring: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Summary: Soooo I know I just wrote a Peter Parker fic…but I read all these imagines about a Stark!reader dating Spiderman and the Avengers find out and make fun of them for dating. BUT I wondered what would happen if things were turned around and if the Avengers didn’t know Peter was Spiderman, and are in shock because they thought the reader was just dating normal ol’ Peter Parker!

“So, when is Mr. Parker picking you up?” Steve asked eyeing you from the top of his coffee mug.
“Is that question supposed to end with you cracking your knuckles? Because it sounds like that’s where you’re going,” you said shooting an equally skeptical look to the overprotective hero.
“Cut her a break Steve,” Natasha said walking into the room with Sam. “You look cute Y/N.”
“Oooh, is lover boy coming over today?” Sam teased.
“No,” you said crossing your arms. You loved living with the Avengers, they had become like family. But you didn’t like your love life being Avengers business, they acted each date was some mission they were all studying for. And you dad was, of course, their leader. 
“'Lover’ is a word I never want to hear in reference to my daughter’s boyfriend.” your dad entered the room, nodding to his teammates.
“Sorry Tony,” Sam said smirking.
Tony glancing over at you, “honey are you sure you don’t want to bring a sweater …or maybe just a long trenchcoat. I heard it’s going to rain.”
You looked down at your sundress and then at the cloudless blue sky outside. “I think I’ll be ok,” you said sarcastically. 
“What do we really know about this kid anyways?” Steve said, “He needs to be properly vetted.”
“He’s not a supervillian or criminal mastermind Steve,” you said. But even as you rolled your eyes you felt a sense of anxiety behind your words. You knew full well Peter had abilities that were way beyond a regular human’s. “He’s just an ordinary teenage boy.” 
“Exactly my point.”
“Actually now that Steve mentions it…I’m pretty good at interroga- I mean vetting people.” Natasha offers.
“NO!”
As if on cue FRIDAY announced Peter’s arrival and you threw a warning glance at everyone before the door opened.
“H-Hey guys,” Peter said waving to everyone.
“Mr. Parker,” Tony acknowledged, wearing his terrifying I-already-know-everything-you’re-going-to-do-and-I-don’t-approve face.
“M-Mr. Stark,” Peter moved to shake your dad’s hand. It was odd seeing them interact. You knew that despite his current demeanor, your dad actually liked Peter. He knew everything about Peter- he knew he was Spiderman and he knew that at his core, Peter was a great kid. It’s one of the reasons he recruited him, and why Tony continued to keep his identity a secret from the Avengers and SHIELD- he had some respect for Peter. And yet from the moment yours and Peters friendship turned into something more, Tony couldn’t help but act like an overbearing father.
“She needs to be home by 10pm. No later, or I’m sending the Iron Legion after you.” It wasn’t a completely empty threat as Tony did have Steve and Bucky spy on you on your first date. You gave a mumbled ‘yes sir’ and dragged Peter out the door. 
The moment you were out of the tower Peter stopped and pulled your face close to his. He kissed you deeply but gently, making your breath hitch in your throat. “I meant to tell you, you look beautiful today.” he said, giving you a smile that lit up his whole face. 


“I’m just saying, there’s something off about that Parker kid.” Sam said glaring at you and Peter as you laughed from the couch. The two of you were forcing Vision and Wanda to watch Star Wars, and were dying listening to their commentary.
“Why does that man wear a mask?” Vision asked of Darth Vader, “Is he asthmatic, or is his respiratory system impaired?”
Steve looked at Sam out of the corner of his eye, “like there’s something he’s not telling us.”
“Exactly! Plus I feel like there’s something familiar about him. In his voice maybe? Or the way he tries to swagger around. Little punk.”
“He snuck into the Tower the other night, pretty beat up.” The boys jumped at the sudden appearance of Natasha, “I saw Y/N meet him, panicked. She patched him up and sent him on his way.”
Steve and Sam looked at her with renewed interest, “whatever you want to do,” she said, “I’m in.”

The three decided to follow Peter home that night. But they only got a few blocks from Avengers Tower before Peter made a sharp turn into a dark alley. 
“Ok, that’s not suspicious at all.” Sam said into their communication device. 
“Stay with him.” Steve warned. 
But when the three Avengers rounded the corner into the alley it was empty. Looking bewildered they peaked around dumpsters and checked doors to see if he slipped through one of them. But the only thing they found was a backpack, stuck between a brick wall and rusted fence. 
“Is that Peter’s?” Natasha asked. 
“More importantly what is it stuck with?” Sam said.
Steve pulled at the white substance holding the backpack to the wall. “It’s like-like a web.”
Steve looked up at his friends, backpack in hand and eyes wide.
“NoO WAY!” Sam shouted.  
“It can’t be” Natasha said breathlessly.


“I”m telling ya’ll, this kid is this Spiderman!” Sam whispered harshly to Nat and Steve. 
They had all come back to the Tower after following Peter, unable to process what they saw. They couldn’t imagine how nervous, nerdy Peter Parker was the web-slinging, smack-talking hero they had faced in Berlin. This left them waiting to see if Peter came home with you from school, and debating how to reveal such a devastating secret.
“More like Spider-boy. Kid probably doesn’t even know how to shave.” Nat said leaning across the kitchen island.
“We have to tell Tony, he’s Y/N’s father. He deserves to know if she’s going to be swung around New York.” Sam insisted.
“We can’t- we can’t say anything until we know for sure.” Steve said, “all we have is a backpack covered in webs-” Their conversation ended abruptly at the sound of your laughter.
You and Peter walked into the kitchen, holding hands and giggling uncontrollably. 
“O-oh, Sorry!” Peter apologized.
“Hey guys! Whatcha doing?” you asked, breaking from Peter to walk over to the the counter and grab an apple. “Planning a top secret mission?”
Steve noticed Peter eye them at the sound of the word ‘mission.’
“Just taking bets on how long your dad is going to go before hacking into SHIELD again. He caught wind that they put new firewalls up.” Nat lied effortlessly.
You shrugged and turned to go, “Come on Peter.”
“Where are you two off to?” Steve asked not really wanting to leave you alone with Peter. He didn’t know what was going on, but he knew he didn’t trust him.
“Homework.” Peter said “Y/N is barely making it through Chemistry-ow!”
You elbowed him, “you said you wouldn’t tell anyone!” You looked at the group, “please don’t tell my dad. I’m trying, it’s just- my brain isn’t wired like his.”
“Plus,” you added out of lighthearted spite, “Peter is failing Literature, so I’m not the only one who needs help.” Peter looked at you, mouth agape in mock offense. You stuck out your tongue at him. 
The two of you turned to leave and Sam got nervous. He had to do something. Without thinking he shouted “Hey Peter!” and threw the nearest item he could grab. 
Before he heard Sam call his name Peter sensed the item hurtling towards the two of you. Instinctively and without even looking Peter reached up and caught the item mid air. 
Everyone’s mouths dropped open in shock. Peter began to try and stutter out an explanation, his brown eyes wide with fear, but he couldn’t think of anything to say. His whole world was just exposed.
“WHY DID YOU JUST THROW A KNIFE AT MY BOYFRIEND!?”
Peter looked down and realized the item he was holding was a long kitchen knife, “What the hell dude?! Did you just try to kill me?” Peter exclaimed. 
Steve and Natahsa also stared at Sam, not knowing whether to be more in shock over Peter or the fact that Sam had accidentally (on purpose) thrown a knife at a random teenager.
“I-It was the first thing I could grab!” Sam shouted in his defense, “We caught him in an alley last night-well found his backpack and wanted to prove that he was…well something! And I didn’t want you to leave without figuring it out so I just threw something!” his words ran together in a panic. “I was trying to prove he was Spiderman!” 
You stared at him in utter disbelief, “BUT WHAT IF HE WASN’T?!” you shouted. 
“Yeah, not my best plan…”
“Oh my God! I’m going to kill you!” you lunged at Sam but Peter grabbed you, holding you back. “You better run man.”

DUFF (CHAPTER 4)

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Chapter 4

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: fluff, smut, angst 

╳ Summary: Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”




It only takes 10 minutes to get to my house but it’s feeling like 10 hours. First of all, being in Yoongi’s car is enough to make me nauseous. Second, the fact that Yoongi was right here next to me made me almost pass out.

 The drive has been completely quiet, the only noise coming from the radio and even that could barely be heard. I wanted to say something, anything, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak. 

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anonymous asked:

Thoughts on the new gaming vid? They seemed so happy and cute and lighting has improved everything A++ ^_^

(faceapp)

  • 2 seconds in and i’m already shook i can’t believe this is real we are literally looking into their new house they are literally actually filming in a new HOUSE and it’s all just too much to process
  • phil sitting cross legged on the same old futon and fixing the tetris lights and balancing them and the pacman light on cardboard boxes is all too cute his enthusiasm is too much for me and dan definitely thinks it’s so cute too and this whole intro is just so soft
  • i love that phil owns up to the fact that this was his idea while dan is tryna go for his traditional ugh this is too stupid and vapid and too mainstream and not creative enough shtick. phil giving no fucks about a got damn quality threshold is my kink
  • when phil is attempting to take his neutral expression selfie and slightly pouts and he and dan giggle (i’m being generous w that term bc dan’s was more like a squawk tbh) at the exact same moment i just smiled so hard. they’re so cute. and they’re both apparently kind of uncomfortable w the notion of like trying to look sultry in photos which is why that pouty expression made them laugh immediately, and also is a good precursor to the whole discussion that comes later about phil’s ladybird selfie
  • dan’s look into the camera at 2:13 gave me lifeeeeee i like that he’s trying to shade phil for taking forever to get his fuckin selfie but instead he has this ever so subtle up tilt to his lips bc he can’t completely hide his smile ughaierjoaierj
  • omg underrated discussion in this video: at 2:26 once phil has finally succeeded in taking the selfie he turns to dan and says “i look alright there” but w the intonation of a question, like he’s literally asking dan for affirmation that he looks good and  not only that but he full on turns to look at dan and gauge his reaction and that felt so special and genuine to me??? like??? not a sort of thing i would expect to see tbh? and in general this video was obvi silly and just a bit of fun but also i thought the level of feedback they were giving each other on their photos and the way they were reacting was all so,,, warm and comfortable and surprisingly open. in this instance i’m also just frustrated bc dan was about to say something in response to phil asking dan if he looks alright, but he cuts himself off. he says ‘that’s an excep—’ and it def sounds like he was gonna say exceptional or exceptionally and i need to know what his thought was. i also like that the thought he interrupts himself with is about phil still having slight crazy eyes. we’ve talked about phil’s own explanation for his wide-eyed deer-in-headlights expressions in selfies a bit on this blog. according to him, he resorts to doing that bc having his photo taken makes him uncomfortable, so it was cute to me that dan noted that phil still did a little bit of the wide eyes without giving any context for why he was pointing it out bc it’s just an understood thing that they obvi have talked about a lot
  • 3:14 dan’s horrified and squeaky “what have they done to your face?” is so good. it’s just. so good. he sounds so outraged that they’ve fucked w phil’s face i lov it
  • 3:20 is the besttttttttt. this is the exchange where dan teases phil for being old and i love everything about it i love how dan made that comment without even thinking which sort of suggests that teasing phil for being old is just a regular/habitual thing and i love the way phil reacted bc it wasn’t rly irritated or even mock irritation in the end. instead he just played along w dan’s joke and accepted it and the whole exchange was so warmmmmmmm and comfortableeeeeee and flirtyyyyyyyyy and it reminds me of a few other comments that dan has made here and there that allude to their age gap and they’re always v cute and gentle teasing and it’s just so good
  • 3:42 they’re talking about the ‘old’ selfie and 1. dan is captivated and i can literally see him contemplating his future w phil lmao and 2. phil talking about joey graceffa and calling him good-looking w a blatant pause before he said that, making me wonder if he was going to use a word that was a bit more emphatic than “good-looking” either way i’m into it and then there’s a blatant jump cut and i’m wondering if they had a lil side conversation about joey being cute lol 3. phil is still looking at dan basically every time he makes a comment and it’s rly surprising but lovely 4. dan needed to come in w that compliment about old phil rocking current phil’s fringe and how cool he looks :) 
  • here’s dan howell caught right in the act of contemplating growing old w phil:
  • bless them for calling out how dumb the concept of a “female” filter is. also dan’s once again violent reaction to phil in the female filter is so cute and funny i love how incensed he is with the whole concept of anything being different about phil’s face
  • 5:36 dan looking at phil in the male filter and saying “you look so average” in such a disappointed tone is rly one of the best fucking things i’ve ever seen in my life. i’ve often thought about dan’s attraction to phil being based in some of the things that are most striking about his appearance. for example he always talks about how black phil’s hair is and how pale his skin is and back in the day he obvi left that infamous comment on phil’s dailybooth about how blue his eyes are and i feel like dan is probs drawn to these features that are just,,, extreme,,, and i love that even a slight change to phil’s jawline/face shape made dan think phil looked decidedly more average precisely bc what he loves about phil’s face are all the things that aren’t average at all!!!! i’m emotional!!
  • phil was so hype to see all of dan’s ones!!!! i’m crying!!!!! the way he was doing his hee-hee laughs and bouncing up and down quite literally and like hitting his hands on the table and saying things like i wanna be friends w him instead of you and ‘i wanna see old danny! old danny slice!!!’ like calm down mate!!!!! ur cute!!! we know u think dan is cute!!! y do u love every single version of him so much!!!! when he sees the old one he immediately says he likes it and compliments it!!!!! when he sees the old one on the daniel x dream pic he calls him cute!!!!!! and then makes this face at dan while dan looks at it!!!!!! 
  • help!!!!
  • dan talking about embracing makeup was amazing and phil being totally down with it and immediately suggesting a smoky eye look and consulting some tutorials was also amazing and i hope thats something they’ve discussed before tbh
  • dan @ manly dan: ‘i mean i would.’ nice. dancest is real and it’s right before our eyes ppl
  • 8:28 dan saying he hates his current profile picture was so surprising and lovely when he gave his reason—it doesn’t reflect his natural curls. i’m honestly so pleased to hear that he views the natural hair as such an important change for him that he wants his display pic (something we know he spends way too much time thinking about and therefore treats as an incredibly important thing) to reflect this shift
  • 9:05 ahhhh the controversial dan reactions to phil’s ladybird selfie. here’s the thing. i think when dan says it’s a “really cringe selfie” he’s talking about the discomfort they both feel about doing posed/sultry shots. he corrects himself after phil protests that it’s not cringe to saying it’s only slightly cringe instead of really cringe, and that he should’ve included an ironic (i hate dan’s use of the word ironic so much bc he often uses it when what he really means is “sarcastic” or, in this case, self-deprecating/humorous) caption. when phil then says that he did use a funny caption, dan basically entirely revokes his criticism and says that phil actually “nailed it” w the photo/caption combination. basically i think both of them get embarrassed about the idea of unabashedly posing in an attractive way for photos and since they’re so close dan feels that embarrassment for phil as well. i don’t think he was saying he actually dislikes the selfie or that phil looks bad or unattractive or anything negative about phil himself. the only comment i did find questionable was when he almost said that the smile filter was an improvement!!! it seemed weird when compared to how much he disliked all the alterations to phil’s face on the first picture lol but then he also made fun of it so i didn’t take it to mean that dan literally thought the filter is an improvement to phil’s real face, just that it was pretty remarkable how cleanly the filters worked on that particular selfie
  • overall: really liked this!!!!!!! such a good intro to the new office!!! such a warm and chill lil vid where they were mostly casual and just being so soft and flirty w each other and basically calling each other cute in creative ways whats not to love about that it was great
First of all... Yes

Originally posted by alinok

A/N: This was actually requested by @allipotterhead1 (my first request, may I add) and I got a bit carried away but I didn’t want to miss anything out, I hope you like it, I tried my best!

Request: “Jughead x plus size reader, where their relationship is a secret. In which the reader is Kevin’s sister and one time they have a heavy make out session and Kevin, Veronica, Betty and Archie just walk in on them and Betty and Veronica are losing their shit because they ship it so hard, Kevin is totally sweet but excited and already plans their future but Archie asks him why he would date someone like her? I know it’s really specific but I can’t get this idea out of my head and I’m an awful writer… (And I don’t mean to hate on Archie, I really love him, but I love me some good angst)”

Word Count: 2,761 (jeez, this is long)

Warnings: Angst, Archie’s a bit of a dick, there is a swear word, and some makin’ out.

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Klaus x Reader

Warnings: sex, smut, public sex

Requested By Anon


“You’re not looking.” You sighed and Klaus rolled his eyes as he poured himself a drink.

“I have seen you, I know what you look like.” He grumbled and you tossed a hanger at him which missed and left you growling under your breath when he pulled an amused face.

“You could at least tell me what you think.” You groaned at him.

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DUFF (CHAPTER 2)

Originally posted by jeonify

Chapter 2

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut 

╳ Summary: “Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”


After what happened at the party, I was not looking forward to Monday at all. But I woke up this morning and guess what day it was…

 Monday.

 Mondays were always horrible, but I knew this was going to be the worst Monday of my fucking life. All that kept going through my head when I was getting ready to walk into the hell hole called school was that I was a Duff. As I was walking down the hallway, I noticed every group did have a Duff and I cursed myself for never noticing that I wasn’t one before.

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#95-Matt the Radar Technician

“I know it’s you.”

Words: 1.5 K +

Warnings: None
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You were sitting at the cafeteria table when it happened. You had heard about it from a few rumors a couple of days ago, that you were getting a new assignment. But not any assignment. A new guy.

He walked in, looking around with a confused, lost look on his face. Something about him was familiar. He had large glasses pushed up the bridge of his nose, an angular face, large, pouty lips, thick black eyebrows and curly blonde hair. Some strands of black hair were visible through the blonde locks. He glanced around, surveying the area before saying,

“Hello… I’m Matt. A Radar Technician.”

Oh dear… You thought. That was your cue. ‘Matt’ spotted you, and you walked over to him. Holding out your hand, you puffed your chest, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead as he took your hand.

“Name’s Y/N.”

“Matt.”

“I know that.”

“I’m a Radar Technician.”

“Mhm. Me too. Wonderful.” Scrunching your face, you inspected him. He smiled awkwardly. “Okay, Matt… Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I guess they want me to show you around first. Get the gist of what we do.” Matt nodded, and you breathed out. “Alright then…” Turning around, you lead him out of the cafeteria, walking fast. Quickly pointing out random things, you lead him through a tour of your sector. Explaining what the 'Radar Technicians’ do and such. He seemed pretty interested in it. Almost too interested… But you brushed it off as new worker excitement. He wouldn’t be like this in a week. If he lasted that long…

On the way, you turned to Matt. Noticing that he was staring at you with wide eyes and a dorky smile on his lips. When you looked back, he abruptly looked away as if that would cover his actions. Pressing your lips together, you shook your head slightly and pushed your hands into your pocket.

Matt suddenly caught up to you, and blurted out, “so… what do you think of Kylo Ren?”

“You mean our boss?” You shrugged. “He’s alright. He’s not around a lot, which I guess is a good thing. But when he does come around, remember to… Well… I guess you just have to learn the hard way.”

“What?”

“Uh… Well, he has… Anger management issues. Let’s just say that. Yep. And if you piss him off, sometimes either he’ll force choke you or start wrecking shit with his lightsaber. Shit, you and I have to clean up.” Smiling sarcastically, you pulled your hand from your pocket and patted Matt on the back. You saw a sudden flash of anger in his dark eyes, and you retracted your hand. “Okay then…”

Throughout the day, you lead Matt around, listening to him splurge on information of Kylo Ren, and how he 'admires’ him, and that he deserves more respect for what he’s doing.

Nodding, going along with it, you began to wonder what this guy’s deal was with Kylo… In all retrospects, you hardly knew the guy. But you had been working on the Starkiller Base for a good 3 years by the time this Matt showed up. He wasn’t even done with his first day and he already knew more about Kylo Ren then anyone. Even you, who served directly under the guy.

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When your afternoon break came, you had pretty much had enough of this 'Matt’ guy. He was obnoxious. Nervously, obnoxious. It was like he couldn’t be quiet for 5 seconds let alone the 7 hours of the day you had left.

Of course, they choose my longest day to introduce the new guy…. You think, rubbing your temples.

Walking over to the vending machine, you tied your hair up in a ponytail, punching in the number, and grabbing a bag of chips. When you sat down at the table, Matt was staring intently at you. Something he hadn’t stopped doing since you two met. But he seemed familiar with you…. Too familiar. As if he already knew you somehow….

You began to think about Kylo Ren, and how he never showed his face. You only knew he had black hair from the time that he had taken off his mask when he was walking to his chambers at the end of the day. You didn’t see his face, but you saw enough to know it was him.

Mulling this over, you bit the inside of your cheek. Looking over Matt’s loose blonde hair and the dark black roots, alongside stray black strands that were pulled at the bottom, as well as through the blonde curls.

“So… Matt… Where did you say you came from?”

“I didn’t.”

“Mhm.”

“What did you do before this?”

“You tell me…”

“What?”

“What?” You leaned forward, about to grab his glasses and pull them off, as if that would confirm your suspicion, when your friend, y/f/n came over. Sliding next to you. Ecstatic, she held out her hand to Matt, who shook it hesitantly.

“Y/N. Have you heard?”

“Heard…”

“Apparently, the Resistance has a lead on where Luke Skywalker’s map is located.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“What about Luke Skywalker?” Matt leaned forward.

“You’re the new guy?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, Luke Skywalker-”

“I know who Luke Skywalker is.”

“Jesus-Yeah… Y/N… Can I talk to you alone?”

Pulling you aside, your friend leaned forward, about to say something, when you cut her off. “I think Matt is Kylo Ren.”

At your words, y/f/n stared at you with wide eyes. Glancing behind you at Matt, and then back at you. “Seriously? No way.”

“He knows more about him than I do, or quite frankly, anyone that I’ve ever known. He can’t stop talking about him! Kylo Ren has black hair, and Matt’s hair looks pretty inconsistent regarding it’s supposed to be blonde.”

“There’s no way! That guy’s way too cute to be Kylo Ren.”

“Oh my god…” You groaned, throwing your head back. “You couldn’t be more inappropriate. That’s our boss!”

“You don’t know that…” She winked. Stuttering, you attempted to respond, but just walked away, flustered. You slid back into the seat and crossed your arms. Staring Matt dead in the eyes. You shivered, a coldness washing over you like a blanket. Y/f/n then sat beside you, and you bit your lip.

“I know it’s you.” You pressed forward, looking for a reaction. And boy, did you get one. Matt’s eyes widened, and he laughed nervously.

“Who? My-My name is Matt-”

“You’re Kylo Ren!”

Matt then sat up abruptly, pushing his chair out, and rushing out of the room. You didn’t see him for the rest of the day. Or, at least, you didn’t see Matt.

Walking back to your room, your tired feet dragging on the ground, you noticed Kylo Ren waiting by your door. Instead of a blonde dork, he had his natural black hair flowing around his sharp face, and black clothes wrapped around his muscular shape. Swallowing, you slowed your steps until you stopped right in front of him.

“Hello.” He said, his voice filtered with a certain darkness. Still holding the same nervousness as before, however.

“Hello, Matt the Radar Technician.”

“Look-I’m sorry.” He pressed forward, closing the gap between you. Realizing what he had done, he quickly took a step back and cleared his throat. “I… I wanted to get to know you. I was afraid if you just knew me for Kylo Ren, you’d be too afraid.”

“I’ve never been afraid of you.”

“What?”

“I’ve never really been afraid of you. You didn’t have to go undercover to talk to me.” Clenching your jaw, the tense air between the two made you nearly cringe away. God, you hated awkward silences. But there Kylo was, with his soft, gentle complexion and understanding eyes. Standing in front of you with only the sound of his breaths penetrating the air around you.

When you began to reach out for your door. Kylo suddenly then grabbed your arm, moving you back so that you were pressed underneath him, your back to the cold metal and your breath ragged from the surprise.

What happened was unexpected. From knowing the man with a mask to your encounter with Matt the Radar Technician, you didn’t expect to find yourself leaning into the touch of Kylo Ren, your lips moving against his. But there you were, biting his bottom lip, and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Standing on your tippy toes to kiss him harder. Running his hands up your back, you breathed out, pulling away and staring into his eyes. Kylo cleared his throat, and then rubbed his hands on his sides.
“I guess… I’ll see you later.”

“Kylo?”

“Yeah?”

“Keep the glasses. They were cute.”

This made him smile, and for the first time, you felt butterflies fill your stomach.

INTRUDER [DRACO MALFOY]

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68. “Any reason why you’re half-naked in my room?”
99. “Ouch! That really hurt.”

PART 2

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    In Christmas breaks, you tended to stay in Hogwarts rather than with your own family back at home. It wasn’t because you didn’t like spending your holidays with them, but you just thought it was easier because of their always busy schedules. Also, by not leaving the school, you’d get the chance to concentrate more on your homeworks as well.

    You sighed in happiness when you felt your whole body softly hit the mattress, your eyes tired from the revising you did for the whole day. Without your friends around, you really did have the opportunity to get school work done and you honestly didn’t know whether you’re regretting not coming home or being thankful that you’re already half-way through.

    Just as you feel yourself drifting away from consciousness, you heard the door to your room creak. You opened your eyes immediately, growing confused since you only had the place for yourself for the meanwhile, meaning there shouldn’t be someone creeping in. Unless …

    With a grab of your wand, you pointed it to the direction of the door and whispered, “Lumos.”

    You widened your eyes when you saw that it was Draco Malfoy, someone who was in the same house as yours which was Slytherin, and in instinct you grabbed your pillow and threw it towards him, hitting him hard on the face.

     "Ouch! That really hurt.“ he complained, rubbing his face.

    ”Any reason why you’re half-naked in my room?“ you demanded before turning off the light on your wand and turning on the lamp beside your bed instead.

    Draco picked up the pillow and threw it back to you. "Bloody hell, have anyone told you that you could make one hell of a Beater?”

    “You’re avoiding my question. Why do you only have your pants on?” you had a hard time not looking at anywhere other than his eyes.

    He sighed. “Yeah, about that, I needed somewhere to hide.”

    You cocked an eyebrow. “And you thought the best place for that was in my room?” you mused.

    “I thought you were sleeping, okay?” he rolled his eyes.

    You crossed your arms. “Still not a valid reason to trespass. Why are you even in the girls’ dormitory?”

    You thought your eyes were deceiving you but you could see that his ears turned pink.

    “I — uh — it’s none of your business.”

    A realization suddenly struck you and you couldn’t help laughing if what you were thinking was true. He sent you a confused look because of this which made you speak.

    “Are you hooking up with Pansy Parkinson?” you exclaimed, causing the young boy to run towards you and scowl for you have said it so loudly.

    “Don’t shout it out!” whispered Draco in an angry tone.

    You chuckled. “You’re cautious. Does that mean that you are hooking up with her?”

    “No.” he sat on the other bed beside yours. “She was just trying to —” he stopped himself. “Look, she did something and I ran away. I’ll let your imagination take over.”

    “That’s probably not a good idea since I do have a wild mind.” you smirked. “But okay, and if you want, you can sleep there at Daphne Greengrass’ bed for the night. I’m sure she won’t mind.”

    Draco nodded, not used to the feeling of someone showing real kindness to him. It seemed like out of all the people in Hogwarts, you were the only person he knew who wasn’t quick to judge and made the effort to actually get to know a person before deciding whether he or she is bad or good. That was (maybe) the real reason why he decided to hide in your room instead.

    “Thanks. Good night.” he coughed awkwardly, laying down on the said bed.

    You smiled and turned off the lights. “You’re welcome. Sweet dreams, Draco.”

    He was struck when he heard his name slipping off your tongue, something that not many people did because they preferred to call him by his last name. He just snorted in amusement before tucking himself in, but when he was just about to sleep, he heard your voice again.

    “She didn’t try to force you into doing something, right?” you asked in the darkness, your tone masking concern.

    “No.” Draco was now grinning for a reason he didn’t know. “We sorta had a thing going on and she said something that caught me off guard.”

    You chuckled. “Of course, the best way to solve your problems is running away as they say. I’m disappointed. So much for being known as ruthless and egotistical.”

    He shifted so that he can face you, not aware that you have done the same because of the dimness of the room.

    “You sound like you don’t believe it.” he breathed out.

    “I don’t. At least not until you give me a reason to believe what everybody else is saying.” you replied.

    “You should anyway. They’re right.”

    You rolled your eyes even though you knew he wouldn’t see it.

    “Stop being dramatic.” you told him. “And besides, even if they are right, I know you’re good deep deep deep down.”

    The sound of his laughter abruptly filled the quiet atmosphere of the room. You found yourself grinning at the fact that this was one of the rare moments you’d hear him laugh genuinely, and not because of the hopes of making himself seem like a funny guy somehow to others.

    “I’m sorry. I’m keeping you from sleeping, aren’t I?” said Draco.

    “Oh, not at all.” You didn’t mean to sound sarcastic.

    “But we should probably still go to sleep.” he insisted. “And I promise, I’ll go out of this room as early as possible in the morning to not get noticed by anyone. Who knows what they’ll think of when they see me walking out without a top?”

    The both of you laughed again.

    “Yeah, you should probably do that. I wouldn’t want Pansy as an enemy.” you teased.

    “Please don’t tell anyone about that too, by the way.”

    You faked a gasp. “Is the Slytherin Prince actually pleading to some commoner like me?” you said before erupting into a fit of laughter for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight.

     "Ha, ha.“ he sarcastically replied.

     You involuntarily yawned.

     Draco furrowed his eyebrows slightly. "You should really sleep. Good night again, Y/N.”

     "Good night too, Draco. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.“ you told him childishly, grabbing your pillow and finally drifting off into the anticipated sleep you have been waiting for.

     On the other hand, Draco was staring at the ceiling, knowing that moments like this with you won’t be the last.