whoops this was late but i was busy with school so!!!

Tease (M)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: one shot, angst, fluff and a little bit of smut

Word Count: 3,298

Request: for @shesdreaminginoverdose :  Hi author-nim can I request 33 with Baekhyun fluff and a bit smut (*´艸`*) 

Summary: (33- “Bite me” “If you insist.”) Ever since you moved next door to Baekhyun, you have been the victim of his teasing and you had enough. 

A/N: Hey everyone, this is my first one shot from the prompt list I posted a couple days ago. I will try to post the other requests soon (btw I didn’t proofread so sorry if there are any mistakes). Enjoy!

Part 1, Part 2

Originally posted by littlebyuns

You run into school late, your hair everywhere and your breathing rigid. It’s your first time being late, your alarm clock not ringing for some reason.

Thankfully, you get to class before the teacher arrived. You walk into the chaotic classroom full of rowdy students talking, laughing, and throwing things around. You walk to your seat in the front of the classroom, planning on just studying when suddenly a body steps in front of you.

“Hey Y/N,” smirks Baekhyun.

You roll your eyes, not wanting to deal with him so early in the morning. “Move Baekhyun.”

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💖tips for people starting high school (or even middle school) this year!💖

🍀 if you’re worried about getting lost get a map of the school. i guarantee you every school has a map (they need them in order to plot emergency exit plans) and you can get these either by popping in to your school office and asking the people at the front desk if they have one or by just looking online. mark the location of your classes on the map, jot down your class schedule, and keep it out with you until you can figure out how to get to your classes by memory.

🍀 if you actually do get lost don’t be afraid to ask someone for help. my first day of high school i was walking all over the damn place for a good 20 minutes looking for a classroom before i finally went to the front office and asked for directions (i had somehow entirely missed a wing of the school in my wanderings and that was where the class was, yikes). teachers and other adult staff are the best to ask but if none are around find a kid that looks older than you and ask them. someone will know where you need to go and will be able to point you in the right direction, you just have to be willing to ask them as soon as you’ve realized you have no clue where the hell you’re going instead of walking around like a lost duck for so long like i did.

🍀 write your locker combination down somewhere that’s easily accessible. even if you’re like “ha! it’s only three numbers, i can remember that!” write it down. and if you’re not comfortable or familiar with using combination locks, look up how to use them online - watch a video or two - and maybe write the instructions for which way to turn them down too. it’s not hard but it can be tricky, especially if you’ve never used a combo lock before and you’re already dealing with new school jitters that can throw you off.

🍀 familarize yourself with the rules of your school. your teachers will probably give you a rule booklet on your first day but if not then the rules are likely available to view online. this tip isn’t here to be a buzzkill but to caution practicality: different schools have different rules. some of those rules may be weird, some may be unfair, but in any case it’s always a good idea to know what is/isn’t allowed in your school so you can avoid doing anything that might get you punished (or at least so you’ll know that you should hide what you’re doing so you don’t get caught). specifically be sure you know rules that are about your school’s dress code, their policy on snacks and drinks in the classroom (this may be something you need to ask individual teachers about as well, as different teachers may have different views on this), whether phones or other devices are allowed in school, and if you take any kind of medications (down to an over the counter tylenol or benadryl) whether you’re allowed to bring those or if you need to fill out some kind of form to get permission first.

🍀 buy your own mini pencil sharpener. these were never on any of my school supply lists but they’re one of those things that you’re better off having and not needing than needing and not having (trust me you don’t want to get up and walk all the way across the room during a test or something to use the teacher’s sharpener, they’re big and loud and they annoy everyone).

🍀 make it a habit to write things down! write down all of your homework assignments and any projects, their due dates, and any quizzes/tests your teacher tells you about. also go through your planner and mark out any days that your school will be closed or closing early. some schools give out planners at the beginning of every year (mine did) but if yours doesn’t then buy one for yourself. it doesn’t have to be fancy or anything, they sell decent ones for cheap at stores like dollar tree. just make sure that you use it! it will make your life 100x easier.

🍀 if you’re someone who has a period make sure you have a small bag of necessary supplies with you in your bookbag. include a few pads, tampons, or whatever you use. different schools have different policies on bringing medication (such as ibuprofen, tylenol, or other pain killers you might use for cramps + other period symptoms) so please be aware of what your school’s policy is before you bring a bottle of pills or even a few loose pills to school with you; even if it’s an over the counter drug you can still get in trouble for bringing it to school without permission. if you’re not sure of your school’s policy your best bet is to drop by the school nurse’s office and ask them about it. don’t be too embarrassed to talk about period stuff with them, school nurses have seen/heard everything and they are not going to judge you.

🍀 don’t freak out about where to sit at lunch. seriously. movies and tv shows make a big deal about this (mean girls, anyone?) but in reality it’s just not that big of a deal. if you’re lucky you’ll share a lunch period with people you know and like and will be able to sit with them but if you don’t then don’t worry too much about it, either. try finding a table that seems mostly empty and sit down there. people you don’t know will probably sit with you and this is okay—you’re not obligated to introduce yourself but you’re also not obligated to not introduce yourself either, be polite and maybe smile and say hey if you want or just nom your food and mind your business. these kids are no different from you, they just want to eat, and chances are they’ll be perfectly fine. if you can’t find a mostly empty table, then look for an empty seat next to someone who looks more focused on eating. ask them if you can sit there. 9 times out of 10 they will say yes. sit, eat, wait for the bell, go. repeat the next day. eventually, it’ll just be another part of the routine.

🍀 don’t bring anything expensive to school unless it can fit in your locker (and you’re willing to keep it there) or you know you can keep it with you at all times. i’m not saying your stuff is going to get stolen but i’ve seen it happen before—kid comes to school, shows off their phone or ipod or something, goes to the bathroom leaving the thing unattended, and whoops! it’s gone when they come back. be responsible with your things, especially if they’re things you wouldn’t want to lose. and if you don’t absolutely NEED to bring a thing to school, consider leaving it at home.

🍀 don’t bring drugs, alcohol, weapons, or anything else illegal to school. this is common sense y'all. if you don’t want a police dog to start barking at your locker and to get in some serious trouble then leave the weed at home where the cops actually need a warrant or some kind of probable cause to come in and find it. the school building is not yours and your locker is not yours, it’s the schools. don’t bring anything into the school that you’re not okay with school staff and school cops finding.

🍀 turn your phone off before you go into the school in the morning. there are very few ways to piss a teacher off quite as quickly as having your phone ring while they’re in the middle of speaking or the class is in the middle of a test. not only will they be angry but it’s also just super embarrassing and will probably end up with you getting your phone confiscated. also, don’t text during class. i know it’s tempting but it’s not worth getting in trouble for. keep it off and if you can’t trust yourself to keep it off then keep it at home.

🍀 manage your time between classes wisely. know how much time there is between class letting out and the bell for the next class ringing and know how long it will take you to get to your next class from where you’re at. socializing is good and healthy but don’t burn up all of the time you have between classes hanging out talking to people in the hallway because it can wind up making you late. make sure you pee if you’ve gotta pee and that you have everything you need for your next class.

and for a lot of you beginning middle or high school is usually the first time you’ll have a gym class where you have to change your clothes in a locker room or shower around other students. this can obviously cause a lot of anxiety, especially for those of you who might deal with body image issues so here are a few tips for how to potentially deal with that as well as other locker room tips:

🍀 a lot of gym locker rooms have bathroom stalls attached and you can potentially get changed in those rather than out in the open with everyone else. note that some gym teachers may not be okay with students doing this. if that’s the case then they’ll likely tell you about it on day one of gym class. if they don’t mention it then consider it okay but if they don’t allow people to get changed in the bathroom then you can always slip into a regular school bathroom prior to gym class and change your clothes there and then change into your regular clothes after gym. as long as you manage your time wisely and don’t take too long and wind up late for gym or your next class, you shouldn’t get in trouble for this.

🍀 if you have body image issues about how your upper body looks you can consider wearing a long tank-top underneath your regular clothes and, after you change out of your regular clothes, just put your gym shirt on on top of the tank top. you’re still changing but no one is actually seeing your chest/skin which reduces some of the anxiety.

🍀 if you have body image issues about your lower body or people seeing you in your underwear you can consider wearing boxers or some kind of shorts-like underwear instead of briefs. these cover more skin than briefs do which can, again, reduce anxiety. no matter what your gender identity is there should be some kind of underwear like this in a pattern/color/material that is comfy for you. alternatively, you could also wear thin leggings under your regular pants (though this may not be feasible for you during summer when it’s really hot out).

🍀 if you don’t want to shower after gym, no one can force you. just make sure to have a clean set of clothes to change into, make sure you wear deodorant, and carry a packet of nicely scented wipes in your gym bag to wipe down with after gym is over. maybe also spritz a bit of perfume or scented water in your hair.

🍀 keep a pair of fresh socks in your gym bag. everyone knows to bring their gym clothes but a lot of people forget to bring a pair of clean socks and you really need to. your feet will get sweaty and hot and even if they don’t start to stink it’s still going to be really uncomfortable to wear them until you get home.

🍀 actually wash your gym clothes. YMMV, i don’t know how much y'all sweat or stink, but be sure you wash your gym clothes at least once a week because no matter what your body odor level is they will start to stink after awhile. if your clothes get particularly funky then wash them in a mix of antibacterial soap and baking soda—the soap will kill the germs and the baking soda will make them smell good again.

🍀 and speaking of stink, if your gym shoes start to smell funky buy some baking soda spray and spray the hell out of them too.

🍀 be respectful of other people in the locker room. don’t make comments about other people’s bodies that could make them feel uncomfortable or upset. if you make any kind of mess, clean it up. if the locker room has bathroom stalls attached, don’t hog them - always be aware of how much time you’re spending in there or in front of the mirror and whether there’s anyone standing around who needs to get into a stall or use a sink. and if you use perfume or body spray or any other kind of aerosol, for the love of god and asthmatics everywhere, don’t use too much of it—not to call anyone out but you young dudes out there who are just beginning your manly love affair with AXE body spray need to be especially on notice over this. when i was in middle school boys used so much AXE that you could see the waves of it drifting out of their locker room and making its way across the gym. i know y'all want to smell good but that shit can choke people out, i promise you that you don’t need to use quite THAT much in order to smell nice.

🍀 stand up to bullying and body shaming when you see it happen. if you see something, say something. if another student is being bullied in the locker room, stand up for them. sometimes the only thing it takes for a bully to stop is for other people to tell them to shut the fuck up and make it clear that their behavior isn’t acceptable. reach out to classmates of yours who you see being bullied and body shamed even when you don’t know them. you don’t have to be friends with someone in order to understand that they deserve to be treated with kindness and respect. defend people who are being attacked and taken advantage of and make sure they know that they deserve better.

💖 💖 if i missed anything please feel free to add on to this list!!! 💖 💖


McCall Pack x Reader

Requested by @calpalkenzie

“I dunno what’s wrong with her Scott, she’s acting like she’s nervous.” Stiles rubbing his hands together as he thought over catching you last night, he didn’t know what you were doing but you screamed at him for checking in on you like he normally did before he went to bed.

“Maybe she’s just out grown you tucking her in?” Scott offered, waving at one of their friends who had begged the entire pack to support them at the school’s talent show, Malia had been curious to the pack ended up agreeing.

“Scott, when there’s a thunder storm she gets in my bed and makes me call Derek!” Stiles sighed. “Also, have I told you that he never picks up but he seems to always tell when it’s her calling, even on my phone!”

“Well he did save her from getting eaten by me… Peter, Isaac, Boyd and Cora so she’s going to trust him I guess.” Scott chuckled but Stiles shook his head.

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The Hunting Academy

Originally posted by yourockmoose

Summary: The reader starts work at the brand new Hunting Academy where she runs into some new faces…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Inspired by this post about the boys…

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anonymous asked:

pleasee write nb!alex in college, like could they meet maggie in college too? also just as a personal preference cause I love the idea could alex have a really cool undercut? wow I love your writing and college nb!alex would be amazing

It’ll all be okay next term.

Next term, when Kara comes to school with them, when Kara will be a freshman.

Because Eliza is always talking about Alex needing to take care of Kara, and Alex is always thinking of taking care of Kara.

But it’s been a while since they’ve realized how much Kara takes care of them, too, without even meaning to.

Because the phone calls and the FaceTime sessions aren’t enough.

Especially now.

Especially now with their new undercut – it took a couple anti-anxiety meds to actually go through with it, because you’re already underperforming in your coursework, Alexandra, and now you’re distracting yourself further with ridiculous haircuts? – and especially now with the binder they’d saved for all of fall term to be able to afford.

The binder that finally helps them be able to wear henleys, because the damn shirts never fell right on their body before. The binder that will undoubtedly draw cries of protest from Eliza, because oh Alexandra – or would you prefer Alexander? You know this is all so much for me to take in – your body is beautiful, and aren’t you concerned about the wear and tear with such intense compression, and what will you do when you have to spend hours in the lab and you get overheated in that thing? You are still intending to spend hours in the lab, aren’t you? Because after you failed that last test, I keep worrying that you’ll just forsake all that you’ve spent so long building for… what? Some girl? Is there a girl? God, can you let me deal with this gender stuff before bringing home a girl? Would that girl be a lesbian, anyway? Oh, Alexan – Alex – why can nothing ever be simple with you, it used to be so simple with you.

The binder that will draw protests, but hell, they’re failing a couple of classes anyway – and Eliza makes sure they can’t forget it – so why not fail at everything, right?

At least, when Alex looks in the mirror with their new binder on – their roommate Lucy had grinned like a fiend listening to Alex stumble around the bathroom, pulling it up over their legs and ass, upside down and backwards, so they could slip it up their body properly, and Lucy’s grin had only gotten bigger at Alex’s excited squeals as they tossed open the door and kept running their hands over their flattened chest, standing front ways, sideways, all ways, tossing on shirt after shirt after shirt, just to watch them finally fit properly – at least when they look in the mirror now, they see their own smile, their own tears, Lucy’s grin, hear Kara’s squeals over FaceTime, rather than Eliza’s disapproval.

“The girls are gonna love you even more than they already did, Danvers,” Lucy nudges them as the two friends sit very illegally on the ledge of their first floor dorm room, their legs hanging out of their window, a couple of feet off the ground, and Alex pffts, and Alex splutters, and Alex blushes.

But then Alex glances down at their newly-bound chest, first with excitement, first with pride, then with… panic, and they grow serious.

“But what if my mom’s right? What if the gay girls just want… well…”

“Straight up girls?”

Alex nods with tears in their eyes.

“You’re amazing, Alex. Binding or not, whatever pronouns you use. Any girl can see that a mile away. And uh… hey. Looks like that gorgeous one already has.”

Alex’s heart plummets and they try to follow Lucy’s gaze, the slight nod of her head, subtly, subtly, subtly.

And then they almost tumble right off the windowsill, because the girl Lucy’s talking about?

The girl who just parked her motorcycle in the lot across from their dorm room, all thick leather jacket and boots and denim and dimples?

That girl is the most beautiful girl Alex has ever seen, and she’s staring right at them.

Alex sends a silent thank you to the queer goddesses that Lucy’s lawyerly aspirations include a military-style commitment to fitness, because somehow, even with her much smaller frame, she manages to grab Alex subtly enough to not make it obvious, strong enough to make sure they don’t splat out of the window.

The girl notices despite Lucy’s subtlety, and she grins.

Her eyes are bright and her dimples are adorable and Lucy mutters a reminder for Alex to breathe.

“Alright there?” the girl calls, and Lucy nudges Alex in the ribs.

“Nice ride,” they call back, and Lucy sits a little straighter, proud of her friend for using… words.

The girl struts over – Alex doesn’t know how to think about her walk as anything other than a confident, almost cocky, strut, and Alex is gone, gone, gone – with a small grin still on her face, a thin backpack slung over both shoulders and her helmet still in her hand.

“You two supposed to be hanging out of your window like that?”

Alex thinks of a lot of possible responses.

You supposed to be so hot amongst unsuspecting queers?

You supposed to be riding that motorcycle on campus? You can cause an accident with how good you look on it.

You supposed to have a voice that sounds like my first kiss and a face that looks like my heaven?

They think of a lot of possible responses, but they only splutter one.

“Sure, we – I mean, no, but pfft, rules? I mean, you rode a Triumph to school, like come on, screw rules, right?”

Lucy grimaces, claps Alex on the shoulder, and swings her legs up and back into their dorm room.

“Well. Good luck with this one,” she says to Maggie with a grin. “I’m Lucy Lane, and their name – if they never get around to telling you – is Alex Danvers. Feel free to stop by any time…”

“Maggie Sawyer,” the girl answers, but her eyes are on Alex’s face, which has gone pale since Lucy used their proper pronouns to introduce them to this gorgeous girl, since Maggie’s eyes traced slowly up and down Alex’s body, taking in their undercut, their flat chest, their boy jeans, their black, short-sleeved henley.

“Well. You kids have fun,” Lucy claps Alex’s shoulder again, and Alex thinks about asking her – begging her – to stay, but Lucy’s hopped back inside before Alex can form words.

“So, college has you so busy that you’re window hanging, Danvers?” the new girl teases. Maggie. Maggie Sawyer.

Alex rolls the name around in their mind, on their tongue, and decide they love it.

They shrug. “I’m usually in the lab.” They point haphazardly in the direction of one of the science buildings. “But I uh… I’ve had a lot going on lately, depression and whatever, and my mom’s been ragging on me more than usual, so I haven’t been doing so great in classes, so they gave me time off from the lab to fix my grades and – shit, I’m sorry, I… I don’t know why I’m telling you all this.”

“They tend to ramble in front of cute girls, Sawyer!” Lucy shouts from inside their living room, and Alex nearly leans in to take a swipe at her, but Maggie just grins.

“They’re lucky I find rambling charming, then,” Maggie calls back with a tilted head and a bright smile.

She used my pronouns. She used my pronouns. She used my pronouns and she’s smiling at me like maybe she can like me and holy shit, is she – she is – oh shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna either kill Lucy or get her a car or something as a thank you…

Because Maggie is swinging her backpack off her back and gingerly placing her helmet on top of it on the ground, and she’s arching an eyebrow.

“Want some company up there, Danvers?” she asks, holding up a hand, and Alex gulps, and Alex leans down to grasp it.

They both inhale sharply at the other’s touch, at the strength in the other’s grip. At the spark, the heat, that shoots through both of their bodies on contact.

Alex tugs her up easily, and Maggie situates herself next to them on the window ledge.

“So your parents have hella painful expectations of you too, huh?” she asks, her voice deliberately light.

“Just my mom. My dad, he uh… plane crash.”

“Oh shit, Danvers, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to – “

“No. No, it’s okay. Your parents too? Expectations?”

Maggie grins wryly and studies their fingernails. “It’s whatever. But hey – looks like you got yourself a nice roommate.”

“Damn right they do!”

“Oh my god, Lucy!”

“What, am I cramping your non-existent style, Al?”

Alex groans but Maggie just laughs. “She looks out for you,” she says softly after a few moments, like it’s hard for her to believe that people have relationships like that. Friendships like that. Family like that.

Like it’s a foreign concept to her.

Alex runs their hand over the side of their head that’s shaved, and bites the inside of their cheek.

“Do you not? Have people who look out for you?”

Maggie just shrugs. “I’m new here. New to… cities, generally.”

Alex studies her for a moment. “Welcome, then, Maggie Sawyer. Consider yourself looked out for.” They hold out their hand, and Maggie looks wary, like touching them again will catapult her into a world she’s scared to go, terrified to trust, petrified to hope for.

But Alex’s face is kind, and it’s open, and damn, it’s cute as hell.

And cute queers always were Maggie’s weakness.

Or, now, maybe… her hope.

She takes Alex’s hand, and shakes it, and she watches Alex groan good-naturedly when Lucy whoops from inside their living room.

“Can you get your own life?!” Alex calls back inside, not bothering to take their hand from Maggie’s.

“Not when yours is so straight out of a movie!”

Alex blushes and Maggie beams and Alex thinks, for once, that maybe, if this is part of their life movie, that they’re not such a failure after all.


So over the past week I’ve been working on an au that started as a pet shop/flower shop tsukyam au but I ended up adding magic to it and a bunch of other fun things.  
Long story short; Yamaguchi is learning how to master plant spells from Suga while also helping him in his gardening shop, while Tsukishima, someone who wanted to try to live a magic free life, ends up getting a job in a pet store run by two shapeshifters. (more notes about it below. I ended up writing a lot whoops)

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Fluff Month Day 17 - "AU"

I’ve been wanting to do a dance AU forever omg

I didn’t really know what songs were playing, but the last one is Galway Girl by Ed Sheeran because I love that song.

Marinette smiled to herself as she wandered the halls at her dance school. Her headphones were plugged into her ears, her jacket was hanging loosely from her shoulders, she had a warm cup of hot chocolate in her hand, and she was on cloud nine.

It was the Friday before Christmas break, which meant school that day had been significantly shorter. It also meant that Marinette had relatively no homework to do, and she was free to go pretty much wherever she wanted on a Friday night when she would normally be doing homework. So naturally, she had chosen to go to her second favorite place, besides her bakery: dance class. Except since it was so late on the Friday before break, there were no classes going on.

Marinette hadn’t realized that the school probably shouldn’t have been open until she was already inside and walking around. She had brushed it off, though, deciding that someone probably just had a private somewhere in the building. She had set off a few minutes ago to go find where it was being held, but she hadn’t found anyone yet. In fact, the only sign of anyone besides Marinette being there at all was the large duffle bag sitting on one of the benches in the lobby.

Marinette swayed side to side with her music, closing her eyes for a moment so she could really feel out the music. She spun once, hopped out of it, and chasséd down the rest of the hallway before coming to the stairs that led to the second story.

She was halfway up the stairs when she heard it.

Music. Coming from upstairs.

Marinette ripped her earbuds out, pausing her playlist and shoving her phone into her dance bag as she took the stairs two at a time all the way up. She entered the upstairs lobby, peering around in the near dark until she spotted a light coming from the far corner studio’s window. She walked over to it, taking a sip of her hot chocolate as she cautiously peered through the window into the studio, and nearly choked.

Adrien Agreste, son of famous fashion designer and company owner Gabriel Agreste, was inside. He was wearing his normal sneakers and striped shirt, but instead of jeans he wore sweatpants and instead of his signature white jacket he wore a dark red jacket tied around his waist. He spun once, before jumping to his right and body rolling out of it. The music he was dancing to pumped out loudly, drowning out Marinette as she practically screeched into her hot chocolate. She didn’t know Adrien could dance!

And he was good at it too, Marinette noted as she continued to watch Adrien through the window. His body moved easily in time with the music, hitting all the beats with different steps and movements. His hair flew back and forth in front of his face, for the first time looking messy and unkempt. So…NOT Adrien. But it was kinda cute, and as Adrien turned towards the window Marinette found herself thinking that his hair actually looked a lot like Chat Noir’s did and…

Marinette’s eyes widened as Adrien stopped dancing, staring at her through the window. Dammit. She had forgotten that the second floor two way mirrors were being replaced.

Marinette waved awkwardly, walking to the studio door and opening it to let herself inside as Adrien rushed to turn off the music. His face was bright red, but whether it was from embarrassment or just all the dancing he had been doing, Marinette wasn’t sure.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to intrude! I was just here to get in some practice, but no one was here, so I came upstairs and saw the light on and…yeah.”

Marinette fidgeted with her bag as Adrien finally got the music to pause. He turned and stared at her for a minute, before smiling and relaxing his shoulders.

“Don’t worry, you weren’t intruding on anything. I just wasn’t expecting anyone is all,” Adrien explained, running a hand through his hair. It was noticeably sweat soaked, and Marinette had to avert her eyes from Adrien’s now very exposed arm muscles. She didn’t think she had ever seen him without a jacket.

“Oh, um, that’s…good. I-I’ll just be going then…”

“Oh! Um, actually Marinette, you take ballroom classes, right?” Adrien asked quickly before Marinette could leave. She froze in place before nodding slowly.

“Yeah, why?”

Adrien sighed and untied the jacket from his waist, tossing it over to the one way mirror against the wall.

“My dad’s hosting this dinner…party…THING, and apparently there’s going to be dancing there. I’m supposed to dance, but I’ve only taken a few ballroom lessons, and I haven’t spoken to my dad about it yet because I uh…well I just don’t particularity want MORE after school activities,” Adrien explained, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“I was kind of hoping you could help me, because I thought I heard you mention a few days ago that you took ballroom classes. I would have asked you earlier today at school, but you kind of zoomed out of class…”

Marinette winced. She had definitely been in a hurry to get home after her last class that day, but only because she was excited to be here, at dance again.

“Ahaha…yep. Uh, I’d love to help you, though, definitely!” Marinette stuttered out, her voice rising in pitch. She shut her mouth embarrassedly, and looked down at the marley dance floor beneath her feet.

“Really? That’s great! Thank you so much!” Adrien said, his face lighting up. Marinette blushed, but gave him a small smile as he walked over to her and took her hand.

He led her over to the speakers, turning down the volume on them before turning his phone back on and scrolling through his playlists until he found the right one.

“Aha, found it. I don’t know if you have any song preferences, but I personally love these for stuff like this.”

Marinette grinned as she looked over Adrien’s playlist. The songs he had were mostly sappy, old fashioned love songs from way back when. They looked like the kind of songs Chat would like, she thought with amusement.

“You really haven’t taken many ballroom classes, have you?” She teased him. “You know, not all ballroom dances have to be waltzes. Whenever I go to competitions for this stuff, it’s usually pretty upbeat. Tangoes, Salsas, there’s a ton.”

Marinette ticked these off on her fingers as Adrien put down his phone and crossed his arms. Shoot, had she offended him?

“Okay, what do you suggest then?” Adrien asked, turning to face her.

Marinette expected him to wear a sarcastic grin on his face, but Adrien appeared completely serious, with only a polite smile visible on his face. She suddenly realized how close the two were standing. She had to look up to see his face, since he was nearly a full head taller than her, but from the way he blushed and took a small step back, he had noticed the closeness as well. And didn’t like it, Marinette thought with dismay.

She shrugged it off as she turned back to Adrien’s phone and unplugged it, taking her own phone out of her bag instead and plugging it into the speaker. She tapped on a random song, not too upbeat but not purely classical like Adrien’s music had been. Then she dropped her dance bag next to the mirror and turned around.

When Marinette danced, she always found herself acting more like Ladybug than Marinette. Her confidence came naturally with the music, and so she walked over to where Adrien was standing in the middle of the studio with her signature Ladybug smirk on her face.

“Okay, first…you can start however you want pretty much…but usually it’s in the typical waltz position,” Marinette explained, guiding one of Adrien’s hands to her waist, and the other to her own hand.

He nodded nervously, and Marinette straightened herself up to her full height.

“You’re a good dancer; just follow me and you’ll be fine,” she said, giving him a shy smile before starting to move with the music.

She was almost surprised by how easily Adrien followed her movements, giving her space to dance while still maintaining the original closeness, that is, until he spun her outwards. She giggled as the room spun around her before Adrien pulled her back in and they continued dancing.

“Let’s try a circle,” Marinette suggested.

Adrien nodded and Marinette grinned, pulling Adrien around in a half circle before they started moving towards a corner of the room. The song changed as they finished their first circle, Adrien grinning as Marinette laughed out loud.

“I hope you like Ed Sheeran,” she chuckled, Adrien smiled back.

He spun her around quickly, catching her right on the beat before spinning her the opposite direction and catching her the same way. Marinette’s smile disappeared as she realized how close they were, even closer than when the dance had started, but Adrien didn’t seem to notice, taking her with him as he chasséd sideways.

“I doubt father will play Ed Sheeran at his ‘event’,” Adrien chuckled, “but this is fun.”

He stopped spinning suddenly, taking a step back and letting go of Marinette’s hand.

“Thanks, Mari. I really appreciate this.”

Marinette laughed nervously, blushing and pulling at one of her pigtails.

“You really didn’t need much help,” she said, shrugging, “and besides, what are friends for?”

Adrien’s face softened and he smiled at her genuinely, he walked over to the speakers to pause the music before turning back to her.

“Hey, my dad said I needed to invite someone. I was going to bring Chloe, but she’ll be there either way since her dad is the mayor, so um, would you want to come?”

Marinette’s eyes widened and the hand that had been pulling at her pigtails dropped to her side in shock.

“Only if you want to. It’s at six on Sunday night,” Adrien explained.

Marinette continued to stare.

“Uh…there will be a lot of business people there, but like I said, Chloe will be there, and me, and a couple other people our age that we can talk to so that you don’t get bored. And there will definitely be food. So…do you want to come? …Marinette?”

Marinette blinked quickly, blushing and shifting on her feet.

“I-I’d love to come! Sorry, I just kinda spaced out for a second,” she apologized.

Adrien’s face lit up, and he grinned at her with excitement.

“Great! I gotta go, Gorilla just texted me that he’s waiting outside, but…see you then?”

Marinette nodded enthusiastically as Adrien picked up his jacket. He slipped it on and pocketed his phone before heading to the door. Marinette smiled at him, waving as he turned back and waved too before disappearing down the hall.

Marinette waited a few seconds, making sure Adrien had really left, before scrambling for her phone and furiously typing in a text to Alya.

What had just happened? Was this a date?

What was she going to WEAR!?

And So It Goes

Requested by @laneygthememequeenI was wondering if you’d take a request of a part two of too late, maybe where the reader comes to sing at a stark charity event with the avengers there and she covers another song of another artist and blows the crowd away and Steve approaches her but she tells him she’s over him and she’s already got someone else “who actually loves her”. If you don’t want to do it, it’s alright. I love your work. Take care lovely!

Summary: After you’ve established yourself as a recording artist, your schedule has kept you busy, but you’re more than willing to help out Tony Stark, a friend from your past. When you run into an old flame, Steve Rogers, he’s more than ecstatic to rekindle the relationship he lost years ago. 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Read “Too Late”!

You smiled as you stepped off stage for the night. The stadium was filled with over sixty thousand people who sang their hearts out to you and the very thought that you’ve accomplished your dream made you feel like you were on top of the world. 

You changed out of your sweaty clothes and thanked everyone involved in the show that night. Although you were sad that this was the last night of your world tour, you were happy to be home and relax for a while before your schedule would be crazy with interviews and filming for a new movie you were casted in. 

Fans were lined up by the gate and your security didn’t want to let you near them, but you begged and pleaded. They gave in and you grinned, thanking them before greeting your fans. 

“Y/N! Will you sign this for me?” one asked. 

“Of course!” you replied. 

“Can I take a photo with you?” 

“Yes, most definitely.” You smiled at the camera as the fan clicked the button. 

“You mean so much to me. Thank you for your songs,” another said. You clutched your heart and gave the fan the biggest smile.

“Thank you for loving it.” 

After a while, your security urged you to leave and you apologised to everyone you hadn’t had the chance to meet. You hopped into the car and was greeted by Shelby, your manager. 

“And she does it again,” Shelby joked. You laughed and high-fiver her, buckling your seat belt before resting your head on her shoulder. 

“Man, I’m so tired. I think I’m gonna pass out before we get back to the hotel.” 

“Well, you can sleep once we’re inside the room. You might have to greet fans at the hotel, but I’m more than happy to escort them away for you.” You shook your head. 

“No, no, I want to meet them.” 

“But you’re so tired,” she pointed out. 

“Yeah, but they waited. I don’t want to disappoint. Call the pizza place by the hotel and order a few boxes for them.” Shelby smiled and did as you told her before putting her phone down. 

“You’re so humble. It’s nice to see humility in this industry.” 

Shelby had been your manager after a string of people who wanted to keep you famous only because you had been thrusted into fame, pretty much as you started releasing new music. They didn’t care about your fans or about what you wanted to write, but Shelby was the one who use her voice to urge your label to let you write and produce your own music. Good thing, too. 

You greeted fans outside of your hotel and they thanked you for the pizza. When you made your way into your hotel room, you looked at the pile of opened envelopes sitting on the glass desk by the bed. They were cards that said your name. The GRAMMYs were a mere week ago, but you hadn’t had time to travel back to your home in Los Angeles to put them away. You were nominated for six awards and won five of them, making you the most awarded artist that night.

As you were about to brush your teeth, your phone rang and you sprinted to the bed to answer it. 

“Hello?” you asked, not recognising the number. 

“Y/N, you never fail to amaze me.” You smiled at the voice. Tony Stark, who had been your biggest supporter, was someone you hadn’t been able to see in person for a long time. He always made sure you knew he and the team supported you, whether it was buying multiple copies of your albums or sending you flowers to your hotel rooms. He hadn’t been at The GRAMMYs due to a conflict and you were saddened that you couldn’t greet an old friend. 

“Do you want to tell me why I don’t recognise your number?”

“I’m calling form Banner’s phone,” he explained. “You two haven’t had the chance to meet yet. Very nice and smart, like you.” You chuckled. 

“You are still the charmer, Stark.”

“Who would I be if I wasn’t? I’m here to ask you a favour, but I’m sure it’s one you’ll enjoy.”

“And what would that be?” You sat on your bed and crossed your legs. 

“I’d like you to sing at my company party,” he proposed. “Sing a few songs, drink some drinks, mingle with the team and then some. How does that sound?” You grinned at the thought of seeing your old friends again, your mind briefly thinking of Steve. He was the one you hadn’t seemed in a long time, but you didn’t feel the way you had before. 

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, Tony.” 

“Good, because I may or may not have promised everyone who I invited that you’ll be there.” You laughed. 

“When’s the party?” 

“I’ll send all of the details to your manager. For now, I’d really like to catch up. It’s been so long since we last spoke.” 

You sighed. “It’s been a minute or two. Things have been so hectic, but I really wouldn’t have it any other way. I missed you at The GRAMMYs.” 

“I wish I could’ve seen you win, Y/N. But, the Avengers had a mission and I had to find out the results when I got home. Congratulations, by the way!” 

“Thank you, Tony. Thank you for believing in me, for always believing in me.” 

“We all do,” Tony said. “Even Steve.” 

“Is he still with Kelsey?” 

“Oh, no. They broke up a little while ago. It was something about him finding Kelsey kissing someone who wasn’t him.” You cringed and felt bad for Steve, him catching her in the act. 

“Ouch, that’s gotta hurt.” 

“Tell me about it. He didn’t really complain about it after it happen. Steve kind of stopped talking about his love life and focused on the missions.” 

“Well, good for him. He shouldn’t be with someone who cheated on him.” 

Tony chuckled. “You know, for someone who was his ex-girilfriend, you don’t sound like an ex-girlfriend.” 

“It’s been a couple of years. It doesn’t really bother me now and I don’t think Steve’s a bad person. He’s made some bad decisions, but everyone does. He’s Captain America, for Pete’s sake. Isn’t he the one who oozes honesty?” Tony laughed at your joke.

“You’re one of his biggest supporters.”

“How could I not be? He’s the one keeping America safe and he’s the one keeping kids in school with those ridiculous videos.” 

“True, true. I’m glad you’re not harbouring hate, though. You don’t deserve that.”

“Thank you, Tony. If you don’t mind, I’m gonna catch some shut eye. Tonight was a blast, but I’m pooped.” 

Tony laughed and told you he’d send the details to your manager again before hanging up. You slept peacefully and didn’t wake up until late in the morning. 

The night of the party came sooner than you thought and you smoothed out your skin-tight blue dress, entering the building. The party was already in full swing and a waiter offered you a glass of alcohol, but you declined. Tony spotted you pretty quickly and pulled you over to where the rest of the team was. 

“Y/N, oh my goodness. It’s been way too long,” Wanda said as she leaned in for a hug. You held her in a tight embrace before moving on to Natasha, Clint, and eventually, hugged every member except for Steve, who was elsewhere. 

“Things have been rough in terms of scheduling,” you said, “but how could I pass up a moment to party with my friends?” The group laughed. 

“Your newest album had me in tears,” Sam joked. “I mean, come on, that song you produced with the most iconic R&B legend? Classic.” 

“Let’s not forget the last single you released before it came out,” Bucky added. “I know I’m supposed to be The Winter Soldier, but I cried like a bitch.” You laughed and leaned your head on Bucky’s shoulder, closing your eyes for a brief moment to take in the familiarity of being with your closest friends. 

“Thanks, guys. It means so much to me that you’ve been keeping up with what I do. And what about you guys? You’ve been kicking so much ass lately.” 

Tony beamed at you. “We do it just to impress you.” You and the team shared a laugh before Steve joined in. 

“Y/N, is that you?” You turned around and faced Steve. He grew a stubble that complemented his manly physique. His suit hugged his body nicely and his hair was gelled back. 

“Steve, hello,” you said. He didn’t know what to do and he couldn’t help but rake his eyes over your body. He loved the way your dress hugged your curves and how your hair was loose. Steve thought you looked more mature and more established, and he loved that. 

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” 

“Definitely so. You’ve been busy with missions.”

“And you’ve been busy with, well, being a performer and all.” You two shared a laugh before Tony pulled you away. 

“Everyone’s asking for a few songs,” he said. You left Steve to his thoughts and stood on the stage, microphone in front of you on the stand. 

“So, it’s my understanding that you all came because Tony promised I’d sing.” The crowd laughed at your joke. “Well, good thing my schedule’s cleared up, otherwise Tony would look like an absolute fool.” The crowd laughed once again. “I’ve been in love with Makin’ Whoope! by Ella Fitzgerald for a while. I hope you don’t mind if I sing that song.” 

Steve smiled when you chose that song. He had heard you sing it a few too many times when you were both together and smiled at the memory. You hadn’t met his eyes, but he was desperate to meet yours. You looked like you were in your element as you sang, your eyes closed and your hands roaming the microphone stand. 

In that moment, Steve realised his feelings for you had resurfaced. His stomach did flips and his heart felt like it was beating at a million miles per hour. He licked his lips and sipped his drink. Steve didn’t take his eyes off of you the entire time you were singing. He thought about how he broke your heart when he left you for Kelsey, and how he felt more in love with you in this moment than when you told him you didn’t care if he was Captain America. 

Steve was the first one to clap when you stepped off the stage after performing several songs.

“Wow,” Steve breathed when you met with him. “Just, wow.” You laughed. 

“I’m glad I render you speechless. If I recall, that’s hard to do.” 

“You got that right.” Steve looked at you. “Listen, Y/N, I’ve missed you. I miss us and I can’t help but beat myself up every time I think about how I let someone as amazing as you go.” 

“Steve -”

“No, please here me out. I know I was a bad boyfriend towards the end of our break up, but I swear that I’m ready to give all of me to you. Seeing you again made me feel like a kid on Christmas.” You sighed and looked at Steve. 

“While I appreciate your honesty, Steve, I don’t think I can take you up on that offer. I’ve found someone else who makes me happy.” Steve’s heart dropped.

“Who?” he croaked. 

“Myself.” Steve nodded, understanding that you wanted to be independent. “You’re a good person, Steve, and I’ll always be rooting for you.” 

“Thanks, Y/N. We’ll still see each other, right?” 

“Of course. I don’t believe in making things awkward when we have friends who care about us both.” Steve laughed and nodded. 

“Yeah, that’s true. I’ll see you around, right?” You nodded. 

“We will.” You meant it this time. 

Steve watched you asked you walked away, greeting everyone who came up to talk to you. His heart leaped into his throat and he was sad to watch you go, but he didn’t want you to feel like you couldn’t be yourself. He was damned that he could not longer hold you in his arms, but he was happy that you weren’t stepping out of his life like he let you do once before. 

Tag List: @wildefire, @amazonprincess-diana, @whiskeyandmarvel.

August 2nd - Mobile Masterlist

** - New scenarios

Ft. My shitty descriptions and names  ;)



  • Thunder Is Scary (Fluff) Admin Angel || In which reader has astraphobia and Seungcheol to the rescue
  • I Hate You, I Need You (Angst Ft. Fluff) Admin Chae || In which you find Cheol cheating and you hate him, but something happens and you need him
  • **Aged (Angst) Admin Angel || Based off of the aging Tumblr soulmate prompt


  • A Helping Hand #13 (Drabble) Admin Angel || In which your cheating boyfriend is an ass and Jeonghan helps you
  • Scary Movie Marathon (Fluff) Admin Angel || Exactly what it sounds like


  • Short Height (Fluff) Admin Angel || In which you don’t like your height
  • **Our First Date (Fluff) Admin Angel || In which it’s your first date. 


  • Clingy #14 (Angst) Admin Angel || In which you have to leave to help your parents but knowing how Jun is, how will he cope?
  • **Exam Week 1: Before - Scroll down to the Series section
  • **Heartbreaker (Angst) Admin Angel || Based off of Jun’s Don’t Wanna Cry Teaser


  • You’re home #18 (Fluff) Admin Angel || In which he comes home after being away for a while due to work + food


  • Are You Free? #14 & #46 (Fluff) Admin Angel || In which you both are famous and have no time for each other
  • A New Friend #13 (Fluff) Admin Angel ||  In which you meet him thanks to a friend and you guys automatically click
  • Pressure (Angst Fluff) Admin Angel || In which you’re a klutz and the svt members ‘bully’ you and Wonwoo doesn’t appreciate that
  • Road-Trip (Fluff) Admin Angel || In which you and Wonwoo go on a road-trip Ft. Driver Hong 
  • **Stylist (Fluff) Admin Angel || In which you are Svt’s stylist and he falls for you
  • **Best Friend! Wonwoo Admin Angel || In which you are stressed and Wonwoo comes over for a sleepover 


  • Lost Boy #25 (Fluff/Angst) Admin Angel || In which he gets lost in a foreign country
  • Musical Misfortunes #17 (Angst) Admin Angel || In which Jihoon is a newbie to love and expresses it with harsh actions
  • Of Course I Love You #43 & #50 (Fluff) Admin Angel || In which you question his love for you
  • Will You Promise Me? #10 (Fluff) Admin Angel || In which he is a nervous wreck and he needs a therapy session
  • Stressed and Sorry #33 (Angst Fluff) Admin Angel || In which you’re feeling pressured stressed and need a therapy session
  • Brothers Not Just Bandmates & Minghao (Angst Fluff) Admin Angel || In which reader comes in-between the two bros
  • In This Rain (Angst) Admin Angel || In which Jihoon is sad based on I.O.I’s song Downpour
  • **Clutz (Fluff) Admin Chae || In which you’re a clutz and Jihoon takes care of you
  • **Your Stories Are My Favorite Song (Fluff) Admin Angel || In which you read Jihoon your latest story


  • I’ll Protect You (Angst, Fluff, Dystopia thing) Admin Angel || In which all hell breaks loose and he has to get you out this mess but you’re tired of running
  • ** Sleepless nights (Angst Fluff) Admin Angel || In which you’ve had a bad day and you lay awake thinking about bad stuff
  • **A Day In Town (Fluff) Admin Angel || In which you go downtown with Seokmin
  • **Growing up with Seokmin (Fluff) Admin Angel || In which you grow up with Seokmin
  • **My Sick Love Ft. Chan and Mingyu (Fluff) Admin Angel || In which you’re sick and DK comes with some help to get you better 
  • **Exam Week 2: During - Scroll down to the series section
  • **Confession (Angst Fluff) Admin Chae || In which you confess to Seokmin on the day he introduced you to his new girlfriend




  • Distanced Friends (Fluff) Admin Angel || In which you think he is busy with work and school and ‘forgets’ about you
  • Coming out (Angst Fluff) Admin Angel || In which you tell him you’re trans


  • Bad Dreams (Fluff Drabble) Admin Angel || In which Chan has a bad dream and comes knocking at your door in the middle of the night.
  • A New Chapter (Fluff) Admin Angel || In which you got accepted into a Uni far away and Chan isn’t sure he’s ready for this new chapter that doesn’t contain you.



(Click to find out which member!)

Photo Imagines and Moodboards


  • Wine (Sensual?) Moodboard - Admin Angel || You’re drunk ft. wine


  • **Good Morning (Fluff) Moodboard - Admin Angel || idk,, In which you wake up and Jeonghan walks in


  • Get Out Of Bed (Fluff) Photo Imagine - Admin Angel || In which bf Joshua won’t get out of bed so you taunt him with food


  • Drunk (Fluff) Photo Imagine - Admin Angel || In which you’re a friend’s friend and he struggles to get you home.
  • Change (Angst Drabble) Moodboard - Admin Angel || In which you talk about moving and change


  • Kingsman (Angst Drabble) Photo Imagine - Admin Angel || In which you see Wonwoo doing his job
  • Dance With Me? (Fluff) Moodboard - Admin Chae || In which there is nightclub Wonwoo


  • Sunflowers (Drabble Fluff) Moodboard - Admin Angel || In which he is late with flowers


**Date! Seventeen

The Missing Piece (Jihoon Au) - Admin Chae

  • Summary: You are an art major in college and you’ve always gotten along well with others and worked as hard as you could which rewarded you with a streak of Straight A’s. Jihoon is by far the best music major in the school, which unfortunately you attended with him. You spent your years without ever running into him, but what happens when you finally meet the hot-tempered producer after an unlucky encounter? Even worse, what happens when you get paired up with this irascible person?
  • **Chapter One 
  • **Chapter Two
  • **Chapter Three

Photographs (Jun Au) - Admin Angel

  • Summary: Based off of the color soulmate Au where they see in color after finding their soulmate
  • **Part One

Sweets for the Seoul (Mingyu Au) - Admin Angel

Exam Week

  • **Exam Week 1: Before  (Fluff) Admin Angel || A scenario in which Jun comes to check up on you during exam week 
  • **Exam Week 2: During (Fluff) Admin Angel || A scenario in which Seokmin comes to cheer you up the week you’re taking your exams


lmao I forgot to post this yesterday whoops - Admin Angel

Littlewing Part 2 (BigBrothers!Batboys x Reader)

A/N: This was supposed to happen a lot sooner whoops. PS: If you want to read part one it will be linked soon but for now, you can search up Littlewing on my blog!)

It was about one in the afternoon on a Friday, and Jason was standing outside your second grade classroom, waiting to pick you up from school.

He stuck out like a sore thumb amidst the mothers that had come to pick up their kids.

The bell rang and a swarm of schoolchildren erupted from the classroom.

Jason broke into a smile and knelt down to your height when he saw you happily skipping towards him. “Hey, kiddo!” he greeted, ruffling your hair affectionately and giving you a hug.

“Hi, Jay! Wanna see what I drew?” you asked, referring to the piece of white construction paper in your hand.

“Aw, sure!” Jason replied, mirroring your excitement.

You turned the paper so that he could see and held it out proudly. “It’s us!” you explained.

On the paper were seven stick figures, scrawled messily in purple crayon.

“The tall ones are dad a-and Alfred! A-and then there’s you and me and Dick and Tim and Dami!”

“This is really good, sugar! Maybe when we get home we can find a magnet and put it on the fridge,” Jason said, smiling and patting your head.


You ran excitedly through the manor, finally finding Dick in the kitchen.

“Dick!” you exclaimed, running to where he sat at the kitchen table.

“Oh, hey there, Littlewing!” Dick said, wrapping his arms around your tiny frame as you hopped up into his lap. “How was school?”

“It was good! I drew a pitcher-”

“Picture,” Dick corrected gently.

“Oh, yeah! A picture! And Jason said he’s gonna put it on the fridge! A-a-and did you know that some animals are poison? ‘Cause I read it in a book! Like frogs in the Am-am-ama-”



“That’s really cool!” Dick chuckled.

“Yep! Can we play dinosaurs?” You replied, quickly changing the topic.

“Go wash your hands and put away your backpack, then we can play,” he answered.

“Yay!” you cheered, hopping off his lap. “Can I be the triceratrops?”

“Triceratops, and absolutely.”

It was late at night, and you sat next to Tim as he typed away at the computers in the batcave.

You swung your legs as you sipped at a little juice pouch.

“Hey, Tim?” you asked, looking over at his face.

“Oh- uh- what’s up?” Tim responded, trying not to break his focus on the surveillance footage he was looking at.

“What kind of-”

“Nightwing, behind you!” Tim exclaimed, interrupting you.

“Thanks, Tim,” you heard Dick’s slightly staticky voice from the computer, and the sound of Nightwing punching his assailant, although the loud cracks and slaps didn’t register to you.

“Dick!” you cheered excitedly, happy to hear another one of your brothers.

“Oh-” Dick started, pausing to throw another punch. “Hey, sweetheart! I’m kinda busy right now, but-” -punch- “I promise I’ll tuck you in when I get home!”

“Okay!” you agreed.

“What were you gonna ask me, angel?” Tim spoke, calling you by the nickname he had for you.

“What kindsa stuff do you do on the computer? Is it ‘portant?” you asked, scooting closer to him to try to see what he was doing, although your head was barely above the surface of the computer tables.

“Well, yeah,” Tim started to explain, “it’s pretty important. I see all the stuff that the bad guys do, so I can tell our brothers to watch out for bad stuff so they don’t get hurt.”

“Why don’t you show the bad guys to the polices?” you questioned, craning your neck to look up at Tim.

Tim smiled down at you softly and ruffled your hair. “It’s not quite that simple, angel.”


After a few minutes your eyelids began to feel heavy, and you dozed off, leaning against Tim’s side.

It was another half hour before your brothers and father came home from patrol.

The four of them smiled at the sight of you snoring softly and resting your head on Tim’s arm.

“Want me to tuck her in? You look like you could use a nice long rest,” Jason offered, looking over at Dick.

“Nah, its fine. I promised her I’d put her to bed when I got home, anyway,” he replied, picking you up and beginning to carry you to your room.

He reached your room and knelt down by your bed, tucking you gently under the covers and putting your favorite stuffed animal by your side.

He brushed a little strand of hair from your face and kissed your forehead. He stayed there for a minute, smiling at your sleeping face before standing up, turning off your lamp, and heading for the door.

“Goodnight, Littlewing,” he spoke quietly, and gently shut the door.

Cheryl Blossom: maybe never -Smut-

Request: a cheryl x fem!reader request please, where the reader and cheryl were friends with benefits over the summer and no one knows. when veronica shows up, the reader starts showing interest in her and they go to the dance together, making cheryl jealous. later at the after party at the blossom’s, the bottle points first to the reader, then veronica, but before they can go into the closet, cheryl grabs the reader and shows everyone just who she belongs to

Notes: Halloo. I’m back. I haven’t been writing for a while, because of technical issues with my bitch ass internet. Buuuut, its working now so yay! Ahhhhh this is is probably going to be short. I’m sorry, babies. I promise tho I have another Cheryl x Reader smut coming up on Thursday. Wednesday, I’m going to be busy with me mama, my niece, and my sestra. Soooo ye. I LITERALLY NEVER PROOFREAD SORRY. 

Warnings: Hmm, SMUT AF. I don’t feel like being kinky rn so, you already know its just basic as fuck sexy time. Jealous!Cheryl. Alcohol. Sigh, just fingering. Sorry I’m being lazy. Veronica x Reader, a lil tiny bit tho. Ughhh a shitty ass ending, as always. Dassit.


Oh boy. What a fucking summer I had. I had done so much shit I never thought I’d do. Like go skinny dipping, party like all night, fuck Cheryl Blossom, be fuck buddies with Cheryl Blossom, drink all day everyday and other unusual things. But, can you believe it? Me and Cheryl fucking Blossom. Its fucking crazy. In case you don’t know what all the hype is about, Cheryl is like the most popular (and hottest) girl in school. So, for her to come at me and start this whole thing, was holy shit. Of course no one knew what we did. All they know, is that Cheryl has made a new best friend. Since it was the last weekend of summer, Cheryl was throwing one of her huge ass parties. I also heard that there was a new girl in Riverdale. Um..Veronica. Everyone keeps saying she’s sexy. I haven’t seen her yet, so I can’t say the same. The party had started and I was already late. So, I lowkey sped my way to her house. There were already teenagers hanging outside, with red cups in their hands. You could hear the music from a mile away. I literally had to push through people to get inside. Once I spotted Cheryl, I made my way towards her. “Hey Cheryl.” I called out excitedly. When she saw me, she nearly ran over to me. “Y/N, heyyyy.” I could tell she was drunk, you could smell the tequila on her breath. She went back to what she was doing, while I wondered around the huge house. I saw a girl, who looked as lonely as I did. She looked fairly new though, that must be Veronica. She was, might I say sexy. I wanted to be the first person she knew, so I decided to take it upon myself and go speak to her. “Hey, you must be Veronica. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” I said as we shook hands. “Hi Y/N. Yeah I’m Veronica. Are her parties always this-” “lit? Yeah totally. She is known for having bomb ass parties, and other things that I certainly will not speak of.” I laughed nervously. She chuckled at my stupidity. “Um, do you want to like go dance? I’ve had people tell me I’m a pretty good dancer.” I said as I pumped my fist awkwardly into the air. She cracked up at my lame jokes. “Yes, totally. I would love to see how good you are at dancing.” I nodded, while linking arms with the taller girl, and dragged her to the center of the room. My back was facing her front, as she wrapped her arms around my waist, bumping and grinding to the beat. The music got more slower and sexual, and our bodies got closer. With my hands in her hair, and her lips on my neck, I could see the jealousy on Cheryl’s face. “Okay, everybody get in a circle and grab an empty bottle, because we’re playing spin the bottle bitches!” Cheryl yelled over the music, while everyone cheered and did as they were told. I grabbed Veronica’s hand and pulled her on the floor. Everyone had their chance to spin, so it was my turn. I spun the bottle again, and it landed on Veronica. The boys whooped and hollered as I turned to face the girl next to me. We leaned in close, but before our lips got to touch, I was being pulled by the hand out of the room? I looked to see who it was pulling, I saw the fiery red hair, who I knew belonged to Cheryl. “Cheryl, the fuck are you doing? What happened?” Once we were behind closed doors, I was being pushed against the door. “What are you doing with her?” She asked. “I’m being friendly.” I said pretending to be oblivious. “Friendly my ass. You were basically fucking her.” “Cheryl, what are you talking about She’s new, I just wanted to be her friend.” She rolled eyes as I stared at her innocently. “You will never think about another women as long as I’m alive. And that’s a fact, babe.” I knew what I was in for, and I loved it. Cheryl snaked her hand up under my dress. “Hmm. She’s gonna know who you belong to on Monday.” I moaned at the feeling of her fingers inside me. “Oh, you like that, sweetie? You like the way my fingers curl inside you?” I moaned again, while she pumped in and out of me. “You think Veronica could make you feel this good? You think she can make you moan this loud?” I nearly screamed at the pleasure. “No, baby. She can’t make me feel this good. She can’t make me feel like you do.” I purred, as my hands got tangled into her hair. “Good girl.” She said as she groped my ass. My hips jerked up, while I reached my orgasm. I could feel my legs shaking. She pulled her fingers out and sucked on them. “Once we go back out there, you’re sitting with.” She ordered. I just nodded, since there was no fighting with Cheryl.

The Woman of Many Faces

This was actually one of the harder analyses for me to start, because with Maddie, I’m not sure where to start. She seems to be a simple woman who reacts to each situation as it comes to her, but the fact is, Maddie’s demeanor completely changes depending on what role she’s playing. There’s mother Maddie, wife Maddie, scientist Maddie, ghost hunter Maddie, and even each of those can be different depending on what situation she’s dealing with.

When you also consider that each of these roles are equally important to her, how am I supposed to decide where to start talking about her first? I’m still not entirely sure, but I’m gonna give it a shot. Hopefully this won’t end up as too much of a mess.

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Baby Gilbert:


“Hello Darling, what’s a sweet little thing like you doing alone?” Rebekah drawled as she leant on the lockers opposite yours.

“Oh yay, more creepy vampires.” You sighed with fake happiness. “I’m actually not alone, we’re in a public school, it’s a place where lots of students come to learn so… not alone.” You gestured to the full classrooms around you.

“Yes, but what are they going to do when I try and kill you again, you look surprised, didn’t Elena tell you… well I suppose we can’t all have siblings who…” She raised her eyebrows when you cut her off.

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anonymous asked:

How bout a pretends-to-be-dating fic? It's pretty self explanatory but just a little fic where they're only pretending at first but then they fall in love.

A new state, a new crappy house, a new school. Its a chance to start over and Sam is relieved.

“Ready for a new school, Sam?” Dean smiles bright, green eyes watching him.

Dean’s gotten more muscular, his chest so strong and shoulders broad. Sam wishes he would fill out like that.

All he’s got is floppy brown hair and ever changing eyes. He barely passes Dean’s waist.

“I guess, Dean,” Sam mumbles as they stand in front of the school. Dean’s arm slung prospectively around him as he leads him up the steps.

He already sees the way the girls eye his brother, hungry eyes and the licking of lips is familiar.

“Look, if you need anything you know I’m around, Sammy,” Dean smiles.

A couple girls behind them ‘aww’ and Dean winks back at them. They giggle and walk up ahead and Sam watches them.

“They are so cute together,” one of the girls say.
“I know, gosh, the older boy is so brave. He doesn’t even care that the guys here will kick his ass if they find out he’s gay. The boy is so gorgeous too,” a blonde girl says
“I kinda feel bad for the smaller one. Look how tiny he is compared to his boyfriend,” a dark haired girl smirks, looking back at him. The girls look back and smile at Sam too.

“Wonder how he takes it, the older boy is huge. Can’t be easy when–”
“Oh my gosh, Jane! Shut up, he’s right there,” the blonde girl gasps.

Sam blushes at Jane’s words. He knows just what she’s talking about and she smiles wickedly at him.

“Yeah, you’re right. Besides, bet he takes his big boy just fine,” Jane smirks and Sam chokes on his own spit.

The girls take a right into a classroom. Dean pats him on the back hard.

“You alright?” Dean asks.
“Yeah, I just–let’s go,” Sam huffs.
“My class is right here, baby boy,” Dean smiles, stopping at the same class the girls did.

A couple of boys look at Dean weirdly as they walk in but as Sam looks up, he’s watching the blonde girl. Sam just nudges at Dean before walking down the hall.

Throughout class Sam thinks about those girls. He thinks about Jane. She was pretty with a dirty smirk. He can’t imagine what they were talking about, he’s only kissed one girl and it wasn’t all that great. How could they think that he and Dean–God.

“Hey,” its a kid with black and glasses. His energy screams ‘nerd’.
“Uh, hi,” Sam answers as he pushes through the crowd to get to lunch. To get to Dean.

The boy follows him through the crowd but its like the people are never ending.
“There’s something wrong,” the boys says over the noise.
“Why do you–” Sam is interrupted by the sound of Deans voice.

“Come on then, bitch!” Dean growls.

Sam pushes through the last line of people, breaking into the formed circle.
Dean stands there, bloodied and righteous. His green eyes are wild and his knuckles split open.
There are four boys on the floor and Sam can’t help but be amazed. He steps over to Dean, tugging at his leather jacket.

“Look, its his little faggot boyfriend,” a boy in the crowd says.

Dean just drags Sam out the lunch room and into a boys bathroom. Sam doesn’t say much, just helps clean the blood from Deans nose and off his knuckles.

“Sam?” Dean sighs.

Dean turns to look at him with all the seriousness and walks into Sam’s personal space.

“As far as everyone out there is concerned, you’re mine, baby boy,” Dean says.

Sam just nods quickly up at his brother. Deans eyes glint in the dull bulb light.

A week later, when the Impala drives off from where it drops them off, Dean’s arm slips from his shoulder to his waist, tight and possessive. It makes Sam blush hard and put his small arm around Deans waist, too, as they walk up to the school.

Sam sees Jane, her smirk knowing and her eyes bright. Sam just keeps walking as people watch.
As they walk down the hall he feels big, can feel the jealousy off the girls in waves and the anger of boys. He knows they won’t touch him, not in front of Dean.

When he’s about to stop at Deans first period class, Dean tugs him along, all the way down to the end where Sam’s class is located. The way Dean pushes him against the wall beside the class is scandalous. The girls squeak and walk past while the boys stare in awe.

“See you later?” Dean breathes against his lips.
“Dean, you-we–” he gets cut off when Dean presses those sinful lips to his, steals his innocent from his lungs, his soul. Sam whimpers and presses up against his brother and its so wrong. No one knows they’re brothers, but they do and they’re eating each others faces in the hallway.

“Excuse me,” Sam’s teacher clears her throat and Dean separates from him.
Sam is left gasping for air and clinging to Deans jacket.

“Sorry, ma'am,” Dean smiles, boyish charm. Even his teacher sees it, Sam can see it in her face.

Dean kisses him softly once more before swaggering off down the empty hall. Sam smiles sheepishly and steps into the classroom. Sam feels good. He’s the girl’s god for dating a hot senior and the boys damnation for tainting what could have been their idol. He’s welcomed in with girls, but the boys are plotting.

He doesn’t care, his boyfriend is still hot.

Another week later, he sits out on the field alone, the bleachers cold under his ass. He figures Dean is off with a girl who hasn’t heard Dean is “gay”. Maybe Dean made it clear he was bisexual.

Sam waits and takes out his English homework, figures Dean will come up and call him a nerd or something when he finds him.

But the first person to block the path of the sun on his paper is a boy named Blake. Three other boys stand behind him.

“So, you’ve got a boyfriend, huh, Winchester?” Blake taunts. His friends laugh too.

“Well, we’re going to beat you straight,” Blake hisses, cracking his knuckles.

Sam just closes his book and stands.

Sam just happens to whoops their asses. Sam just happens to break Blake’s teeth in when he thinks of Dean and the way he kissed Sam dirty and deep as he fingered him open last night. Sam just happens to smile at the way Dean looks at him when he’s got busted knuckles from defending himself, just happens to love the way Dean kisses him as they walk away.

Sam just happens to love his brother too much.

That night, Dad leaves out to drink. He won’t be back till real late and its only ten.

“We got a couple hours, sweetie,” Dean breathes in his ear as fucks Sam slowly.

Dean doesn’t know how they got to this in so little time. Doesn’t know when he began to get hard over the dimples in Sam’s cheeks or the blush he gets, or Sam’s pretty eyes.

Dean can only look at Sam as he speeds up and listens to Sam’s breath hitch beautifully and cry out as he creams himself on Deans cock.

Dean covers the rush of emotion he gets with a hard kiss to Sam’s lips, he doesn’t know he’s still telling Sam he’s in love with him.

Their last day there, a senior girl tells Dean he’s a sick fuck when she notices that he and Sam have the same last name.

“I was helping the office with attendance and it turns out you’re his brother!” The blonde and blue eyed girl hisses in his face.

“I’m a hero! I save lives!” He yells at her as she storms down the hall.

Her friends glare at him for a second till their eyes snap down beside him.

He looks down when he feels Sam’s arms curl around him, his baby boy sneering at the girls.

The girls don’t see the way the brothers look at one another in the middle of the crowded hall.

When the Impala is roaring down another highway at three a.m. and the boys are in the back, curled up with one another, Dean tells Sam he’s in love with him. Not with his mouth, but with his eyes.

Music blades out the speakers and their Dad sings with it.

Sam smiles, dimples deep. That’s how he tells Dean he feels the same.


I’m sorry anon, I was so busy today. I hope this is good.

Like Father, Like Son (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Request from: @grumpycheshirecat
Prompt: “The carnival’s in town!”
Warnings: Cute fluff for the soul.
A/N: It’s taken me so long to get this written, and I am so sorry. Life sucks; that’s the only excuse I can use. It’s a bit shorter than I was expecting/planning, but again, life is rude and I kinda lost this story a few times so I forgot a lot of what I was going to implement and this is different, but I think it’s good. I hope you enjoy!

You’re just finishing up cleaning the dishes when your husband comes through the door, placing a kiss to your temple and wrapping his arms around you. His actions sluggish from Nightwing’s extra busy schedule last night.

“You let me sleep in,” Dick says, his voice husky with sleep.

“You seemed like you could use it,” You easily reply, and he sighs in content when you turn and peck his cheek. “The sun was rising when you got home.”

“And what were you doing awake so late?”

You roll your eyes, “I wasn’t awake until I felt a weight flop onto the bed next to me.” You pause for a second to glance at him, “Stop. I know that look, you don’t need to feel guilty, I fell back asleep pretty quickly.”

He hums, looking at the clock. “I’m surprised I stayed asleep for so long. Is Johnny at school or something?”

“It’s summer, hun.”

“Then how-”

It was kind of ironic how your little boy decided to come in at that moment. With an excited squeal of: “papa!” he runs over and leaps into Dick’s arms. Laughter fills the room as he’s thrown into the air and caught.

“Mama said we had to be quiet so you could get more sleep,” He says. “So we colored and watched TV!”

Dick gasps, “You watched cartoons without me?” He pouts dramatically when your son nods.

“Yeah, because you were sleepin’! I saved you some coloring pages though!” Johnny squirms out of your husband’s grasp in order to run and get the pieces of paper.

Dick turns to you once he’s out of earshot. “Okay, so who did you sell your soul to in order to keep Johnny quiet, and how do we get it back?”

You snort, and smack him playfully on the shoulder. “You know, Johnny is fully capable of being a perfectly calm and collected person when you’re not there to stir him all up with adrenaline.”

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, whatsoever.” He says, forcing a serious expression on his face. At your raised eyebrow, he grins innocently. “Alright, so I have the tendency to get him a little hyped up and playful, what’s the harm in that?”

“Most of the time, there isn’t a problem with it. You just have trouble figuring out when it is a problem. It’s fine that you get him all energized and excited in the day. However, when it’s way past his bedtime it gets a little frustrating when he’d much rather show me different tricks you taught him not even a full five minutes ago, Dick.”

You almost scoff when the man lets out a small sigh of relief when Johnny reappears. The boy excitedly hands the sheets of printed paper over, along with a box of crayons. Though, judging by how he keeps hopping from one foot to the other, you feel it’s safe to say he’s more excited about something else that must have come up.

“Something you want to tell us, Johnny?” You ask.

“The carnival’s in town!” He blurts out, revealing the newspaper he was hiding behind his back. “Can we go, please?”

You take a breath in order to prepare yourself, and look away from your son’s pleading face only to see your husband’s sparkling puppy dog eyes. Of course. You expected no less from these two.

You sigh. “Well, we don’t have anything major planned, so I guess-”

Both of them whoop in victory, and Dick picks up Johnny so they can high five each other. They each give you a kiss on the cheek with a quick ‘thank you’, before they’re both off to go and get ready.

You can’t help but smile when you hear their excited chatter throughout your small home, “Like father like son.”

anonymous asked:

I l o v e the future fics you do for ChrisxMC! Here's a prompt I'd love for you to write: MC telling Chris she's pregnant in a sweet way.

Hi, Nonny! Thanks for the prompt! I put my notes about this fic at the end. I hope you enjoy this little story!

Something is up with his wife. Chris is positive of this when he returns home for the third day in a row to find Maggie sleeping on sofa. He knows she’s been working hard on her book. It’s her first solo venture and he knows its taking a lot out of her, but it’s not just the tiredness. She’s been moody and irritable with him. He’s been wondering if it’s because he’s been so busy at the school lately. It’s nearing the end of the football season and Cherryfield is doing really well. They should be in the play-offs if the next couple games go well and Coach Reynolds has been giving him a lot more responsibilities. On top of that, it’s midterm season and any time that he’s not coaching, Chris is assisting  in the counselor’s office. He loves being there for the kids and helping them keep their footing when things get tough, but it does take up a lot of his time. 

That’s why he brought the flowers and sushi home with him tonight. He’s hoping her favorite calla lillies and spicy tuna roll will cheer her up and they can spend the night together reconnecting. 

Chris walks into the kitchen and sets the food on the counter before stepping back out to the living room, flowers in hand. He sets them on the end table next to the sofa and kneels down. He brushes Maggie’s dark hair out of her face and presses a kiss to her cheek. 

“Nnnnuhh,” Maggie grumbles in her sleep and burrows deeper into the throw pillow. 

“Mags? You feeling all right?”

“What do you think, Chris?” Maggie mutters sarcastically, her voice muffled.

Chris sighs and tries not to get upset with her tone.   

“I know you’ve been kinda outta sorts,” Chris says, rubbing her back in comforting circles. “So I brought home dinner and flowers.”

“Flowers?” Maggie squints one eye open and considers him. 

“Yeah, your favorite,” Chris smiles and picks up the bouquet from the table. He lifts them into her eye line.

“Oh, Chris, that’s so sweet,” Maggie’s face softens and she smiles at him. She sits up and takes the flowers from him, leaning into the bouquet to take a deep breath. Suddenly, she pales and begins struggling to get up from the sofa. 

“Maggie?” Chris asks, concerned. He offers her a hand and she waves him off. 

“The smell…it’s…I gotta…” Maggie darts past him toward the bathroom. He hears a retching noise a moment later. 

Chris sits on the living room floor completely stunned. What on earth is going on? he thinks to himself. He sighs again, at a loss as to what to do next. 

Maggie doesn’t like anyone with her when she’s sick, so Chris stands and goes back to the kitchen. He drops the flowers in the trash and then pours a tall glass of cold water. 

When Maggie emerges, he offers her the glass of water and she takes it with a slight grateful smile. 

“Thanks,” she says sheepishly before she takes a long sip. 

“I’m sorry about the flowers,” Chris apologizes as he leans back against the kitchen counter. “I thought they were your favorite. You had them all over at the wedding.”

“They are my favorite. The smell was just a little overwhelming tonight. It was a very sweet thought,” Maggie smiles at him again and Chris can’t help but notice it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Maybe part two of his plan will go better. 

“Are you hungry?” he asks. “I brought home sushi from…”

Maggie interrupts him before he can finish, “Sushi? What are you thinking, Chris? I can’t eat sushi. Oh, god, the thought alone.” She gags again and Chris throws his hands up in frustration. 

“Maggie, what the hell? You’ve been so weird lately. You’re irritable and sleeping all the time and now you’re throwing up because of flowers? I mean…what is going on?”

“What’s going on? What’s going on?” Maggie asks incredulously. “What’s going on, Chris, is that your baby is making my hormones go crazy! I’m throwing up all the time and the only thing I can keep down is banana mush and I hate bananas! I haven’t been able to write in days because I just want to sleep and watch the British baking show and I….” Maggie starts crying and Chris just freezes, completely dumbfounded. 


“Yes,” Maggie wails. “God, I can’t even tell you without screwing everything up.”  

“Maggie,” Chris laughs joyously, “Maggie, you’re pregnant? We’re pregnant?” He stares at her, his eyes wide and sparkling with pure happiness. 

Maggie sniffles as she wipes at her nose, “Yeah. I figured it out last week and…”

Before she can finish, Chris sweeps her into his arms and holds her close. He buries his face in her neck. He can’t believe it. They’ve been trying for so long. He starts spinning her around as he whoops happily, “We’re having a baby!” 

Maggie laughs and shrieks at him, “Yes, yes, but put me down unless you want me throw up on you!”

Chris sets her down and cups her face in his hands.

“You’re gonna be a dad, Chris,” she whispers to him with a soft, contented smile.

Chris dips his head and kisses her hard on the mouth for a long moment before cuddling her to his chest. 

“I’m sorry i’m such a mess,” she says with a sigh. “I had this idea to tell you on your birthday in a few days, but I guess keeping the secret was getting to me.”

“I don’t care how you told me, Maggie. This is the greatest day of my life.” 

“Mine too, Chris. Mine too.”  

I decided since MC and Chris have a lot of really sweet moments, I’d go a little different with this one. I hope you still like it, Nonny! The mug above is the gift Maggie was going to give Chris on his birthday.  Source

No Longer Aimless pt. 2

The Continuation and Final part for this Gil Fanfic

Fandom: Disney’s Descendants

Word Count: 744

Warnings: none

Author’s note: I was having such trouble ending this so I hope it’s worthwhile to read!

Gil shook his head. “What’s tourney?”

(Y/N)’s mouth dropped. “No one’s told you about it?”

Gil shook his head again.

“Not even Jay and Carlos? They’re on the team.”

“Oh those guys are? That’s cool. I haven’t seen them since I started actually. Everyone has been busy.” Gil said. It didn’t escape (Y/N)’s attention the way he said that last line.

“Well, they’re having try-outs this week, do you want to check it out?” (Y/N) moved in front of him.

“Sure.” Gil said even though he had no idea what he was getting himself into. (Y/N) smiled widened.

“Okay then we need to book it. Coach doesn’t like it when people are late.” (Y/N) grabbed his hand and began running to the field.

As they reached the field Gil saw there were two separate groups on either side. On one side had people in uniforms like the one (Y/N) was wearing and they were stretching. He immediately spotted Jay and Carlos and waved to them. They only stared at him for a second before suddenly someone was yelling.

“You! You’re late!” Gil assumed this was the coach (Y/N) mentioned. He almost stopped in his tracks when the coach started yelling but (Y/N) kept pulling him towards the group.

He saw Jay say something to the coach who then turned and looked at Gil up and down when they reached him. (Y/N) gave his hand a squeeze before going to where the cheer tryouts were being held.

“I’m guessing you didn’t know there were try-outs today.” The coach stated. Gil shook his head. There was something about this man that made him more intimidating his father. He didn’t feel scared though. The coach pointed at the bleachers with the clipboard. “Sit on the bleachers and just watch today.”

Gil immediately did as the coach said. Uma’s jaw would have dropped to the floor if she had seen it. He watched the practice game the coach had set up as a try-out. There was a lot of running, jumping, and hitting. Each team was trying to get the ball into each other’s goal but they had to do it with while carrying the ball in the stick that had a net in it. He could do that.

Two hours later it was over and the players started to go over to the bleachers to gather their things. Gil stood up from his place when Jay and Carlos came up to him.

“That was awesome!” Gil exclaimed. “Do you think I play Tourney too? It would be great. It’ll be kind of like back on the Isle except we’ll be on the same team and stuff instead of trying to kill each other.”

Carlos and Jay shared a grin at Gil’s excitement. They both thought he would make a really good member of the team and told him as much.

“I’ll help you go over the rule book and everything about the game. Tonight good for you?” Jay asked him. Gil nodded.

“Yeah totally!” Gil said.

“Cool.” Jay said.

The next day, Gil couldn’t wait for school to end but he was also super nervous. After dinner the night before he had gone to Jay and Carlos’s room and they went over the rules with him. He really wanted to be on the team.

When the final bell rang, Gil practically sprang from his seat and rushed out of the door. He didn’t want to risk being late because then he wouldn’t even have a chance to try out. Carlos and Jay told him that the Coach did not like tardiness from people that knew better…and Gil now knew better.

He made it to the field on time along with everyone else. It was now or never.

Jay, as Captain and as an original VK, broke the news to Gil himself. He…made it! Gil whooped so loud both Uma and Harry thought they heard something from inside the castle. When he told them later on that night they were both happy for him and promised to make his games. At dinner that night (Y/N) came up behind him.

“I just heard you made the Tourney team! Congrats!” She gave him a hug.

He smiled at her. “It was thanks to you. I’m glad you’re cheerleader.”
“You are?” She asked.

“Yep. I like that you’re going to be cheering for me now too.” Gil gave her a stupid grin and watched as a tinge of red went across her face.

Auradon was way better than the Isle.

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The locker room door bursts open with far too much force for as early as it is, but the girls on Goode High School’s volleyball team are used to it. 

None of them react when perpetually late sophomore Mia Hernandez rushes inside and throws her things on the bench in front of her locker. After four weeks, they’ve become immune to her slamming doors and generally making a production of showing up to morning practices just in the nick of time, and there’s more important things to do than give her attention — like getting five more minutes of sleep, if you’re senior Lauren Edwards.

“Holy crap,” Mia says to the locker room at large, shrugging off her jacket, “you are not going to believe what I saw on my way in.”

“A clock?” freshman Hayley Brownstein grumbles to her shoelaces as she tightens them one last time.

Mia gives no indication that she heard Hayley’s comment as she barrels forward with story. “Miss Chase saw me coming in when she was on her way to the gym, and she stopped me to yell at me like usual, but she was sort of acting weird this morning? And I realized why like two seconds after she walked away! You guys, she’s wearing Mr. Jackson’s shirt!”

This pronouncement gets the attention that the slammed door didn’t — girls stop digging in their lockers, heads snap up from their phones, and Lauren Edwards even cracks an eye open from her spot in the corner. Everyone wants to know the latest scoop on the alleged relationship between Miss Chase and Mr. Jackson

Bullshit,” fellow junior Jenna O’Malley declares, shutting her locker definitively. Jenna is firmly in the Not Dating camp and is usually the first on the team to poke holes in any so-called evidence that’s presented. “How do you even know it’s Mr. Jackson’s shirt in the first place?”

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Fic: Gotta get away from here

Title: Gotta get away from here
Author: potatomannislife
Pairing: Jack Zimmermann/Alexei Mashkov (Providence Falconers rpf)
Rating: E
Summary: The man in front of him is taller than Jack, and probably twenty pounds lighter too. “I am Alexei,” he says, “but guys call me Tater, okay?” Tater’s grin is infectious and his eyes are bright, and the hand that squeezes Jack’s shoulder is big and warm. Jack recognizes the feeling that sweeps through him at that touch, and. Shit. It’s only been two minutes, and Jack is so, so fucked.

Notes: Title from Sign of the Times by Harry Styles <3 <3 <3. This is my first fic for this ship y’all so please be gentle!!!

This is obviously a work of fiction, and I’m not claiming any of this really happened. If rpf isn’t your thing, just don’t read it. More notes at the end.

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It’s not like Jack doesn’t get it. He’s been around the league his entire life, and he knows. He knows.

The man in front of him is taller than Jack, and probably twenty pounds lighter too. “I am Alexei,” he says, “but guys call me Tater, okay?” Tater’s grin is infectious and his eyes are bright, and the hand that squeezes Jack’s shoulder is big and warm. Jack recognizes the feeling that sweeps through him at that touch, and. Shit.

It’s only been two minutes, and Jack is so, so fucked.


It’s not a thing. It’s just. Tater is enthusiastic, right? And he’s tall and gangly, not Jack’s usual type at all, but. But. Exceptions can be made, especially when Tater does things like brush his shoulder against Jack’s every time he’s in range, and give him these small, secret smiles that make something flutter in Jack’s chest. He’s so goddamned adorable, and everyone loves him. You can’t help but be drawn in and that’s, that’s not a thing.

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