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How to Not Be a Shitty Customer

1. Understand that we’ve been on our feet all day and probably dealing with shitty customers and bullies since we clocked in. Most of us as students trying to make extra money, and we’re stressed enough as it is without shitty customers making us feel like we fell out of a dog’s ass.

2. Say hello. We’re not servants. We’re people, and we like to be respected. Don’t just throw your shit on the counter and expect complete servitude.

3. Don’t come to us when you’re talking on the phone. That’s the height of rudeness.

4. If you’ve made a reservation or a booking, don’t tell me your phone died, or you lost the letter or email, or give some other excuse which is going to make it impossible to complete your order. If we sent you information on your order, write it down.

5. If you want to complain, do not complain to the person on the till/shop floor/bar/tables. 99% of the time, the fuck-up was caused by a failed delivery, a system error, a stock error or a similar diablos ex machina in the narrative that is retail, and we can’t do anything about it.

6. If we DO fuck up, and it’s easily fixed, LET US FIX IT. Don’t start insulting someone because we forgot one item or some other asinine bullshit that can be fixed in a few minutes.

7. Don’t ask for the manager. Ever. Unless I’m being rude or offensive, don’t ask for the manager. This is peak dickhead behaviour. You ESPECIALLY do not ask for the manager if YOU were being difficult or rude in the first place and I was reacting in my defence (i.e., not letting you walk all over me), or if I’m not performing my job to “your standard”.

8a. If you’re a customer at an establishment where leaving a tip is optional, leave a tip.

8b. If the employee tells you we can’t accept tips, don’t try and force a tip on us. It will fuck up our till and the manager will shout at us because it will be assumed that we stole from the customer, or we didn’t give a customer the right change.

9. Not everyone who works here is fully 100% trained. People come and go every few months in retail and we’re not all at the same level of training. So don’t get pissed off when the new guy doesn’t come zooming out of the stock room with your 11-item order and twelve coupons.

10. If I’m on my break, I’m on my break. End of discussion.

11. We’re only going to be well-mannered if you are. You’re not above us.

12. And on that note, you’re not above other customers as well. There’s a line for a reason. Wait in it.

13. And if you see me on the shop floor and ask me to put through an order for you because you don’t want to wait in the line, you’re the worst.

14. Don’t try to “bond” with me by making fun of other customers I’ve been serving.

15. Don’t say “I can see the item behind you!” if I tell you we have zero in stock. There’s so many different reasons why we might not be able to sell it, including reservations, stock adjustments, recalls, display, or just because the item is unavailable for sale until a certain date.

16. If I say we can’t do something, we can’t do it. No amount of harassing me or my manager will do anything to change that.

17. Complaining that you’ve been waiting for a long time in the store won’t change anything either. We’re busy, we’re working hard, and we’re trying our best to get you in and out of the store as fast as we can.

18. If you snitch on one of my coworkers, I literally won’t give a shit. We’re all together, even the people who hate each other.

19. You have to wait. It’s part of shopping. You wait in line, you wait your turn, you wait for your card to be accepted, you wait for your change, you wait for your item being scanned, you wait for your food/drink/item being brought out, and you wait when I have to walk across the store to help you. Don’t be rude when your order isn’t complete within seconds because it’s entirely unfeasible.

20. Don’t be sleazy to my female coworkers. They’re not interested in you, and they weren’t interested in the five married men who hit on them before you.

21. If it’s out of stock, it’s out of stock. If the store allows you to order in, we can order it in. If the store makes it available for delivery, we can have it delivered. But nothing we can do will make your item appear in the store for you to take home right now, so don’t be difficult.

22. Don’t come in as soon as the store opens or as the store is closing. Honestly. Every single person in the store hates you. We’re exhausted, we aren’t getting paid for the extra minutes we have to serve you, and we want to go home. This is the biggest dick move you can pull as a customer, apart from screaming and asking for the manager.

23. Don’t be rude when we suggest a store card/special offer/product insurance policy. We have to offer this to everyone or we get yelled at. Just wait until we’re done talking so our managers can hear that we’re offering it, then politely decline. We don’t want to sell overpriced shit that will get you into debt, and we know you don’t want it, but managers still force our hand.

24. “If it doesn’t scan that means I get it for free hahaha” We have heard this joke literally more times than we can count so please stop.

25. “It says it’s cheaper on the shelf over there.” Okay, BUT - the tills reflect the current price of the item, and customers LITERALLY come in and switch price tags around so they can cause trouble and get shit for cheaper than they should, which gets US into trouble because our tills don’t have the right amount in them. If there’s an offer or a deal on at the time of purchase and we haven’t changed the price tags, then by all means let us know. But if there’s an obviously easily removed price tag on an item and you’re trying to get it for cheaper, chances are, you’re not getting it for that price.

26. Don’t come into the store with 50 gift vouchers or coupons and don’t try and use some complicated wireless payment if we don’t accept it.

27. I personally work in a store with over 20,000 items in stock. It’s basically a warehouse with tills. I don’t know jack shit about anything we sell other than games and computers. So don’t shout at me when I don’t know if the snooker table you’ve ordered is collapsable or not. No, I shouldn’t “have to know this stuff” because it’s literally impossible for any human being to know the specifics of thousands of products.

28. Clean up after yourself. Don’t leave milkshake cups and crumbs all over the store, because the people who have to clean that shit is US, and it’s NOT in our job description, but we’re made to do it anyway.

29. Don’t shop while you’re drunk or high. I shouldn’t even have to say this but for fuck sake it needs to be said, apparently.

30. Don’t vape in my face when I’m serving you. I have an e-cigarette too, which I use heavily because I’m so stressed out from working in fucking retail, and if I can wait five hours for my break to use it, you can wait five minutes to use yours.

31. I’m so sorry because this one is total bullshit but please don’t bring your dog into the store if you can. WE get shouted at because our managers are the ones who don’t want them in the store, and WE are the ones expected to be total dicks to dog owners.

32. Don’t complain to me if someone brought a crying baby into the store. Don’t complain to them either. Babies cry. That’s what they do. They cry when they’re hungry, tired, sick, dirty or scared. And babies scare easily. It’s not easy being a parent of a baby so cut them slack and don’t cause a damn scene over it.

33. This goes for disabled customers, customers who use mobility scooters, and senior customers with walking canes or Zimmer frames. They’ll take as long as they need and you wait your damn turn. This should go without saying too, but I’ve had customers complain to ME about how we’re “too slow” because the customer before them was using a mobility/support device of some kind. That’s none of your fucking business and it’s NOT something you have the right to complain about.

34. If you’re shopping in a store with displays that are easily messed up (like clothes), don’t just mess it up and leave it there. If you’re taking a shirt out, fold it at least SOMEWHAT neatly before you put it back. And if you can’t, let us know so we can keep the place tidy.

35. Stop giving prank names to baristas. They don’t give a shit. None of us give a shit. It’s not funny.

36. Bring your cups/trays back to the counter/disposal area otherwise mama didn’t raise you right.

37. If your coupon is expired. It’s expired. We can’t turn back time.

38. Nor can we teleport, so if your coupon’s at home, there’s nothing we can do about that either.

39. You need to understand that employees in retail get monitored on everything we do, INCLUDING how much money is in our till compared to the price of every item we sell through that till. So no, we can’t just “knock” 10% off for your inconvenience in the store, we can’t “take the price of the coupon off” because you left it at home, we can’t “just give you” a refund without a receipt even though you “swear you bought it here”, and we can’t “just change the price” of an item because you “think it’s too expensive”. If the store does price matches against similar stores, or if the store has a price promise for items reserved at a cheaper price, then yes, we will change the price for you. But don’t kick up a fuss because you think iPhone chargers are overpriced. They totally are. But that’s not in my control.

40. No, I don’t want the 99.

41. Don’t talk to us like we’re robots. “Good morning. I would like to purchase two items today please.” No offense but what the fuck is that? Why do people talk like this to cashiers? “Hey what’s up, can I buy this book and a stapler?” is totally fine. In fact, it’s preferred. Talk to us like you’d talk to literally any other human being on the planet.

42.. The customer isn’t “always right” and I wanna fight the fucker that came up with this ridiculous egotistical mantra.

anonymous asked:

dicta do you have any larry fic recs? nothing specific but just any fic that you loved a lot? thank you, your opinion on fics means a lot to me, and i feel like you'd probably know the really good ones!

Oh my gosh anon I love the wording of this ask so much. I’ve been meaning to make a larry rec list for going on a year but it just feels so official/overwhelming? But this, fic I loved a lot??? I can absolutely do that!!! and aaaaah there are SO MANY!!! I am not as organized about larry fic as drarry fic so this is, basically, like, a list of fics that stuck in my brain and/or heart and that are all so so good. SO GOOD! (and tbh there’s a whole other list of stuff that i’d rec but would want to reread before attempting commentary, and I have so many things marked for later and like….yeah….there’s a lot of good fic out there) And really, what better rec is there than “this is a fic that stuck in my brain and/or heart”?? Everyone should read them all!!

an act of faith against the night by @elianefics- M, 65k - It’s a clear path, drawing itself in Harry’s mind – where they began, how they ended up here. It’s not hard to convey all the events that led them to this very moment, with all of their twists and turns, not when Harry has been going through them again and again every night, albeit searching for something else.  “Did you know?” When Harry replies, it’s a question, not an answer. “Did you know, that it would end like this?” [Harry and Louis had never imagined that, when they would finally go back to New York, it would be as spies.] (part two of the landscapes of war series)

  • The war from ‘a prayer for which no words exist’ (recced below!) is over, or at least as over as war can be for the people who were there, which is to say….not all that over, just taking different shape. I have endless love for the way this fic treats that aftermath, the way it shows how deeply and irreversibly harry and Louis were shaped by being fighters, and it is a stunning mix of beautiful prose and important ethical questions. It also does some really fascinating meta work with Simon Cowell, the Azoffs, and the Cordens taking on central roles in the post-war nation-building project. It’s a lot for one fic to do, and this one manages it beautifully, and throws in some more beautiful NYC cityscapes, heartaching and conflicted nostalgia, and taut but unwavering H/L love, you know, just for good measure.

another hazy may by deLILAh - M, 41k - louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.

  • It’s been over a year since I’ve properly read this all the way and I can still see parts of it as vividly as if it had been last night. Harry’s hair, cigarette smoke curling upwards, hardwood floors, the rhythm of Harry’s feet as he runs to stay in shape for the job that will take him away from Louis, the feeling of seconds slipping away, and each of them more precious for being so few in number. This is one of those fics that made me nostalgic for somewhere I’d never been - except who hasn’t felt as though time was moving simultaneously quickly and too slowly, as though there is something precious that could fall apart at any second? And that’s one of many things this fic does beautifully: gives us the universality of their story, and reminding us of our own.

Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart by @conscious–ramblings - M, 19k - Louis and Harry had been childhood best friends, but had been separated by evacuation as the city they grew up in was destroyed around them. Now, twelve years later, they are both back in London, and through chance they meet again. In a time when you can’t admit to being gay, for fear of arrest, admitting to your best friend that you love them seems like an insurmountable obstacle.Featuring boxer Harry and mechanic Louis, much pining, and a lot of post war Britain

  • There’s often a moment in fic where they’re trying to figure out if the other one is gay and/or available, that’s full of a certain kind of tentative hope because there’s some kind of attraction there and what if, what if it was everything they think it might be? This fic takes that to 11 in the most meaningful way, because it’s the 40s, and being gay is a crime, and it’s not a question of whether they’re reading the right signals - neither of them can afford to send any - but of trying to accept that it could never, can never be. Set against absolutely simmering chemistry (the moment Louis first sees Harry in the ring is a thing I’m still not over) and wonderful research and settings (loved the feel of it, the way it all came to life, how present the remnants of the war were as they went about their lives) and fab secondary characters (Niall is a gem, and Liam is so how I think of him, and really everyone was just perfect) and this incredible click where you can feel the ease and understanding between them, feel the sense that they are destined and absolutely belong together…it takes that tension and longing, already at an 11, to a 12, and the ending is cathartic and beautiful and means so much more for knowing how rare and lucky and precious that moment is, and how much they’re willing to risk, and how it’s kinds of risk that are sometimes very specific to being queer in a moment when it’s illegal and how many of them are universal, and how incredible and enormous and moving a thing it is when both kinds of risk pay off.

Don’t Look Down by zarah5 - M, 92k - AU. In which Louis is a solicitor at one of London’s most prestigious law firms and Harry happens to apply for the position as his trainee. And everyone else is around, too.

  • Harry is unbelievably charming here, and it makes total sense that Louis falls for him, and as the story unfolds the clarity and meaningfulness of their connection gets more and more apparent even as Louis is fighting it tooth and nail. But it’s not miscommunication and it’s not self-loathing, it’s that Louis’ reasons are genuinely thoughtful and important (professional ethics!!!!!! With real implications!!!!) and that they’re genuinely in a difficult position and can’t be together without betraying things that mean a lot to both of them, which made me love this version of him even more and root for them that much harder. And I was already rooting for them pretty damn hard. They fit together beautifully from the first, understand each other on so many levels, are drawn together just magically…and then there are these beautiful moments (Venice omg) and heart-wrenching moments (after that dinner and that one morning and then that other one omg) and hold-your-breath moments (what is Louis gonna dooooo) and heart-pounding momebts, and I could not put it down.

Fake you’re full and feel tomorrow by theglitterbee - NC-17, 21k - Louis is a high class prostitute and the best at what he does. Harry is a hard to please 17 year old who wants to give himself completely to another man. [It contains prostitution, d/s, daddy kink, silly banter and two idiots in love.](The one with the text messages.)

  • listen this is gonna sound like a weird rec but bear with me. this fic was one of the first 1d fics I read, and on face is almost entirely made of things i don’t like, and yet, here it is. It did that alchemical thing where it just worked and it did all these things really well - like daddy kink was 100% squick for me before this and it’s still like 80% squick but this fic explained it in such a way that i got it and could understand it and see why it worked for them and what it meant for them and that psychology made it work (and made me get why it was hot? which is pretty massive for something in the squick category). and i was hesitant about their ages but it wound up being (i think not unrealistically) part of a fundamental kind of self-discovery that was part of why things between them felt so critical and important. and i was v skeptical about social media stuff in fic but this one did it so well that i got it and felt like it really enriched the story and showed a particular kind of progress and dynamic in their interactions that needed to be done that way (and wound up being really cool and impressive). and i was nervous about the potential for the dynamics to not work but they are both full people who needed each other in this very specific way and fit together beautifully and it did some of the best stuff kink fics do imo, where the kink reveals something about who they are and what they need and why they work and who they are individually and together, and so here we are, a fic with tags i wouldn’t usually touch, reccing away and considering a reread. this kind of rec can be kind of ~, i know, but the tl;dr is that this fic is so good it overcame every hesitation and left me totally engaged and impressed and invested.

Hold Me Closer by balanceds - NC-17, 36.5k - Louis Tomlinson is one of the most promising dancers of the English National Ballet, on track to become the youngest principal dancer in the company’s history. That is, until forces conspire to significantly complicate his life, including: a surprise ballet, an unfairly attractive guest choreographer, and being pushed into a rivalry with his best mate. Featuring lots of wine, dancing, pining, and a happy ending.

  • I was so surprised when I looked up the word count for this bc I would have sworn it was at least twice as longc there is so much story, and so much development, and so many moments that stick that. Watching Louis come to terms with who he was as a dancer and and person was this beautiful process that was so rewarding to read, and it was unusual and fresh in this way I really want to talk about but really don’t want to spoil. Along the way there is spectacular chemistry, zayn and Louis taking on gay swan lake, so much yearning and despair and happiness and reckoning and growth, an amazing and deeply satisfying Simon moment, and one of those h/l relationships where they make each other strong.

like a boomerang by @youwilll- M, 52k - AU in which Harry gets trapped in a lift, Louis gets stuck in a Wednesday, and it’s always February 2nd. Until it isn’t.

  • This fic is so so utterly charming in like nine different ways. Harry and Louis slot together so beautifully you can practically hear the click, and then they do it again and again and somehow every time feels fresh and important, and through it all the stakes get bigger as Louis contemplates the meaning of their repeated day and all of these deep questions sneak in, and a bit of a mystery, and a bunch of self-discovery, and a bunch of personal growth as Louis learns and thinks, really thinks, about what he needs to do, and realizes how willing he is to do it. It was so perfectly balanced between being gentle and exciting, between destiny and action, between grand gestures and quiet moments, and it settled like a warm blanket and I looked forward to every chapter so much.  And then, at the end…it was one of those stories that made me want to add and place to my travel list because the relevant moments are so well located and satisfying that you just want to be there, and it captured this particular instant - the way it wound sound and smell and how the air would feel and the electricity of it - so vividly. Lovely through and through.

Love Is A Human Right by @conscious–ramblings- M, 41k - The one where Louis has spent years getting over his ex, Harry Styles, and was almost successful. That is until Harry is elected as an MP, and Louis is given the task of getting him to support an Act of Parliament. Through tears and arguments and a heavy dose of LGBTQ+ politics, their lives finally line up. Will Louis be able to forgive? Will they still want the same thing? It’s difficult to let go of five years of hurt, but even more difficult to be close to the love of your life and let them walk away again.

  • This fic is basically everything I want in a fic, but together so amazingly well that I would never be able to put into a prompt because it’s the *how* that makes it so perfect. I mean, politics, check, LGBTQ politics, check, larry, check, vivid settings, check, emotional stakes, check, pining, check, everything, check. But the kicker is the beautiful complexity to all of it, that the story really truly understands the complexity of coming out and why people  do and why they don’t and what it mean and how it works and the ways it plays out in queer communities, and these gay leads aren’t incidentally gay, but engaged in identity and politics in a way that feels true and resonant, and that manages to both say really important things about queer communities and tell a beautiful love story about coming to terms with who you are and what you stand for and how love shapes (but doesn’t always determine, and I love that about this fic too) your priorities. Then add some simmering UST and simmering RST (hot damn i mean really) and viscerally, deliciously painful pining and hilarious side plots (SGIL!! Ziam!! Nick’s guessing games!!) and a background story that had my heart twisting for them from the first and settings that felt so real they were popping back into my head for weeks and just…superb. Superb.

a prayer for which no words exist by @elianefics - M, 65k - “Louis is a few seconds away from blowing up a rather important section of the New York subway when he sees Harry for the first time.” (part one of the landscapes of war series)

  • War!AU in NYC! Another one that I will admit fit my interests beautifully but it’s the execution that makes it work so beautifully. From the second they meet, there’s an urgency and fragility to Harry and Louis’ relationship that is a perfect fit for the politics and the newness of it all. At the same time, their connection is so certain and solid, and whether they’re waking up in the Brooklyn penthouse loft that I am still not over or getting ready to run into battle, their love casts everything else into relief and brings out some of he human consequences to why people fight and what they have to gain or lose, and shows what all they’re risking. Left me breathless in the best ways, and so glad to have gone on this journey.

Pull Me Under by zarah5 - NC-17, 140k - AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career,  it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed  relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis’ favourite teammate, Liam as Louis’ agent, and Zayn as Liam’s boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)

  • This was the fic that tipped me right over the precipice and properly into the fandom; how could I not rec it? Even if I wasn’t personally attached, how could I not rec it? It’s so bloody beautiful, watching Louis come to terms with the idea of being out, and to take steps towards it, and to see how his interactions with Harry change that and what develops between them. The pacing is amazing, the depiction of internalized homophobia is chest-tightening in the good illustrative moving way, the world is so immersive (like I went to get the link and 20 minutes later I was still reading and totally entranced), and their relationship 100% made my heart sing, in both the big triumphant moments and the little ones.

things have gotten closer to the sun by starseas - M, 49k - it’s strange, making the choice to face his past—it almost feels like he’s heading for the sun straight on, like he’s screaming come on and burn me, i deserve it.-when a solar flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand.

  • I’m not even entirely sure what to say about this fic that won’t give it away or send people running because here’s the thing: it is heartbreaking. It is worth it. It is sad, yes. It is also exhilarating and beautiful and about why love, platonic and romantic, makes the risks worthwhile, and how we know, viscerally know what is important to us. Real talk pt. 1: read it because I had terrible pms and really needed to cry. Real talk pt. 2: it worked, in that very particular way thar also made me sit and think about who and what is really important and had me sobbing in the best, most cathartic way. That lasting, deep way that’s making my chest a little tight just thinking about it, but that also means that I can smell the snow and feel the frost and see the brilliance of the sun and feel the boys’ love as - more - constant than the sun, and what the heck else could you ask for?

These Inconvenient Fireworks by mdasch and everydayslike - NC-17, 190k - Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up finding one other eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning buildings, and Niall is Niall.

  • this is one of the top ten most affecting things i have ever read in my life. i don’t know how. i don’t know why. i do know that i couldn’t put it down for days and wound up finishing it in a blanket fort on a friend’s couch at 4am, literally doing that feet-kicking thing where you’re so full of feelings you can’t actually physically contain it but have to be quiet and still because the rest of the world is asleep during your emotional revelation. it restored my faith in love and hope. i am still not recovered from the thing on the soccer field at night before the train or the star tattoo or harry taking picture after picture or basically anything about it. clear your calendar if you have to but read this fic and then pls come talk to me about it because like i said i am deeply affected and possibly forever changed.

walk my days on a wire by sunshiner - M, 38.5k - Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?”
“We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.  or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.

  • There’s this one moment in Cannes when they kiss and I both really want to talk about it bc it is amazing and really would not dream of talking about bc you have to go read it yourself. So like the summary suggests, they’re in a fake relationship, and they know that that’s what it’s supposed to be, but of course - of course - there’s more to it than that. Like instantly more in this way that you can feel rolling off the screen, that is about sexual chemistry but also a certain kind of very precious fitting together. Watching them see themselves through each others eyes is beautiful, as is seeing how much it means to them to have someone else who understands the pressured of this rarefied, panopticonic world of celebrity, and who loves and validates the ott celeb performer and the human underneath the facade. It’s interesting to read in the context of this fandom, and entirely universal at the same time - who doesn’t want a partner who can love them at their most extreme and most mundane, most accomplished and most afraid, right in the middle of a stadium or right in the middle of taking up the whole damn bed?

whispering of fields half-sown by @elianefics- PG-13, 7k - “And how ironic is it that even now, at the end of all things, Louis’ mere presence makes Harry want to believe that anything is possible again. That the earth isn’t close to collapsing on itself, that the tomorrows are bright and shining and full of promises. Harry hates Louis for giving him something to look forward to when the sky only keeps getting darker. Harry loves Louis for it. ”[All of his boys come back to him in the end, but it’s Louis, Harry has been waiting for all this time.]

  • heartbreaking, lush, moving apocalypse!fic wherein it is absolutely the case that through fire and water and earthquakes and ice, there is one person Harry needs by his side. There’s Liam and Niall and Zayn, too, and what it would mean for all of them to say goodbye, really goodbye, who they all are and what those friendships mean. And Louis. Oh, Louis. My eyes got mysteriously damp in the really good way, and it made me want to sit down and write just to make words like this. The conversation at the end of this stayed with me like whoa, and my chest is getting a little tight thinking about it again. That may make some people want to X it off the list; think twice before you do. This is worth it.

Young & Beautiful by velvetoscar - M, 227.5k - Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

  • absolutely beautiful. so vivid i dreamt about it and then went and got a whole bunch of flowers and spent a while wandering around in fancy clothes just because it felt as though i was already living in the story so why not? And how could you not want to be part of this world that is complex and nuanced and subtle and gorgeous (which is not a way i expected to feel about a fic about rich kids btw but this fic makes them so full and the story so engaging that it happened and not only a little). Dimensional characters, wonderful tension, simmering slow burn, complexity, believable and complex psychological motivations,  theme parties, a falcon named cleopatrick, long nights, loaded touches, meaningful subplots, love, resilience. The only possible complaint is it made me want a champagne fountain, and that is not any sort of complaint at all. (lmk if you have a champagne fountain though, it’s been a few weeks and i am really still about wanting to live inside this fic, and also champagne)

Imagine Chris making you feel safe.

A/N: Inspired by the terrifying IT trailer I watched earlier today, that’s still seared in my brain actually. If you don’t like scary movies or clowns, don’t watch it. Learn from my mistake, we don’t all have Chris to make us feel safe. 😂

Chris walked out from the bathroom and raised an eyebrow at you; you were watching something on your iPad that you were holding at arms length and on mute. He chuckled which made you flinch as you looked up at him. “What are you doing?” He laughed when you did, walking over to join you on the bed.

“I’m watching the new IT trailer,” you told him and you heard him heave a sigh. “What?” You giggled when he shook his head at you, chuckling. “It’s on my Facebook wall and it started playing as I scrolled past it, and you know me- I’m a very curious person.”

“You’re also a very timid person when it comes to scary movies, so don’t watch it.” He instructed as he picked his book off the bedside table to read a little more before bed. “Aren’t you needy tonight?” He teased as you forced your way into his arms, resting your head against his chest; his arm wrapped around you and rested lazily against your thigh.

“I’m always needy,” you lifted your head to kiss his jawline and he smiled, pulling you closer to him as he returned his attention to his book. Truth be told, you just wanted to be closer to him while you finished watching that terrifying trailer. “That looks like a very good book, babe,” you glanced back at him, testing the waters to see how immerse he was in his reading before you continued watching the trailer.

“Mm hm,” he hummed in response and said nothing more.

You smiled as you turned back to your iPad and pressed play, you held it a distance away from you and watched the horror continue to unfold. Even on mute, you were absolutely terrified because Chris was right; you were timid when it came to scary movies which was why the two of you never watched them during movie nights. You tried hard not to flinch or react too harshly because you knew Chris would scold you, but you couldn’t help yourself when the clown pounced at the camera. You yelped and jerked away from the iPad, tearing Chris’ attention from the book and onto you.

“I told you not to watch it,” he recited almost monotonously because he’d already expected you to. “Now what?” He quizzed, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched you pull away from him to put your iPad aside. “Are you going to spend the whole night asking me to check out every creak and thud?” You rolled your eyes as you took off your glasses, tucking yourself into bed; beside you, Chris tried hard not to laugh as he continued to tease you. “‘Cause I will not be doing that, especially not when I have an early morning meeting tomorrow.”

“I’m perfectly fine, Captain,” you retorted, turning your back towards him as you tried to go to sleep. “It wasn’t even that scary.” It was terrifying and you could still feel your heart pounding. “And it’s unrealistic anyway, clowns are- they’re dumb.”

“Mm hm,” Chris tried not to laugh; he knew you were terrified. “Well, since you’re not scared and you’re going to bed- I hope you don’t mind me finishing the book downstairs.” You felt the weight on the bed shift and you quickly sat up; your head snapped in his direction so quickly that it nearly gave you whiplash.

“Why can’t you just finish your book here?”

“Because you’re going to sleep and I don’t want to disturb you.” He was trying hard not to laugh as he leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “Goodnight, baby.” You huffed and laid back down, pulling the covers up to your chin. “Don’t let the clown demons get you,” he sang song as he walked out of the bedroom, turning off the lights as he left.

“Hilarious!” You called and heard his laughter follow him downstairs. “It’s just a trailer, Y/N.” You mumbled to yourself and closed your eyes. “It’s fiction. Stephen King writes fiction, it’s not real.” You heard a thud on the roof and your eyes shot open. “It’s probably just a rat, or a bird. Relax, Y/N.” You heard scuttling against the hardwood floor and you buried your head under the covers. “But you’re a writer and writers write from experience which means-” A blood curling scream escaped your throat when you felt something jump onto you; it was only Dodger, but you were too deep in your own imagination to realize that.

“Y/N?!” Chris scrambled upstairs; his rational side told him he had nothing to worry about, but like you- he caught a glimpse of the trailer and had a vivid imagination. “Fucking hell,” he cussed when he turned on the lights and saw you hugging Dodger with a sheepish look on your face. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“If you didn’t leave my side, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

“If you didn’t watch the trailer, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

“Can you just stay here?” You asked with an adorable pout and he chuckled softly, holding out a hand. “What?” You quizzed as he walked over, taking your hand and pulling you out of bed. “Where are we going, Chris?” You asked when he tucked your arm under his, leading you out of the bedroom.

“I thought you’d like to join me while I make a round of the house and check all entry points,” he told you and you chuckled, hugging his arm tightly. “That way you’ll believe me when I say everything’s locked.” Your grip tightened around his arm when thunder crashed outside; Chris chuckled and kissed your head. “Scaredy-cat,” he mumbled into your hair.

“I am not,” you yanked your arm out of his and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Okay,” Chris held up his arms in mock surrender and walked ahead, padding down the staircase with you following behind him. Your whole body flinched when another roll of thunder roared, but it wasn’t until you heard a thud come from behind you that you rushed back to Chris side and slipped your hand in his. “Yeah,” he chuckled softly, entwining his fingers with yours. “You’re very brave.”

“Why did you let me watch that trailer?” You frowned at him then scanned your vicinity warily, flinching at another stroke of thunder. “You know how bad I am with scary movies,” you scolded and he scoffed with an amused smirk, “especially when there are clowns involved. I hate clowns, Chris. They’re so- Oh God!” You yelped, making Chris jump too. “It’s just our reflections,” you chuckled sheepishly when he frowned at you.

“I told you not to watch it, but you’re so God damn stubborn that you watched it anyway.” He pulled you along as he checked the front door. “And of course I know how much you hate clowns, you practically had an anxiety attack when that clown tried to approach you in the lobby of that hotel we stayed at in Malaysia.”

“What kind of hotel has clowns as entertainment?” You argued as you shuddered at the memory. “Nobody likes clowns, they’re creepy and they’re not even that funny.” Chris chuckled as he moved on to check the sliding doors that led out to the backyard. “There’s a reason people use clowns as serial killers and possessed demons, Chris.”

“Relax, baby,” he chuckled and squeezed your hand. “It’s just a trailer, okay? It’s fiction, you have nothing to worry about. Look, we’re checking all the entry points- there is nothing and no one that can get in here tonight.” You huffed and he chuckled again, “if you don’t trust grade-A locks, at least trust your grade-A boyfriend. I’m not going to let anyone get to you, I’m Captain America for a reason. Hm?” He poked you in the cheek and waited for you to crack a smile; it didn’t take long. “There we go,” he smiled. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

“Let’s check the back door and go to bed,” you said and he nodded, taking lead with you slightly behind him. You bit back your smile as you watched him check the lock. It never once ceased to amaze you that he would do whatever he needed to make you feel safe, even if the reason you felt unsafe was irrational and stupid. Any other guy would’ve just told you to stop being an idiot, but not him; Chris always accommodated you and your overactive imagination, and that was one of the many reasons you loved him.

“We good?” He quizzed and you nodded, smiling. “Okay,” he lifted your hand to his lips and kissed it. “Let’s go to bed.” He said, pulling you alongside him as the two of you made your way back upstairs. “Hopefully you can sleep soundly now that you know you’re safe, and now that it’s raining.” He looked to the ceiling, smiling at the soothing sounds of the rain falling against the roof. “I know how much you like sleeping to the sound of rain.”

“I do,” you smiled, hugging his arm. “And I always know I’m safe around you,” you told him and he smiled. “Like you said,” you poked his side, “you’re Captain America for a reason, right?” He chuckled and scooped you into his arms, bridal style. “Chris!” You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Gotta keep you close to keep you safe, right?” He winked.

“Right,” you chuckled and tenderly pressed your lips against his.

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❝ ░ INDIANA JONES; STARTER SENTENCES.

  • ❛ You’re not the man I knew ten years ago. ❜
  • ❛ It’s not the years, honey, it’s the mileage. ❜
  • ❛ What a fitting end to your life’s pursuits. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t know, I’m making this up as I go! ❜
  • ❛ You want to talk to God? Let’s go see him together, I’ve got nothing better to do. ❜
  • ❛ Come on! Show a little backbone, will ya! ❜
  • ❛ Snakes. Why’d it have to be snakes? ❜
  • ❛ You can’t do this to me, I’m an American.
  • ❛ I can only say ‘I’m sorry’ so many times. ❜
  • ❛ I oughta kill you right now. ❜
  • ❛ Not a very private place for a murder. ❜
  • ❛ Didn’t any of you guys ever go to Sunday school? ❜
  • ❛ Let us hurry. There is nothing to fear here. ❜
  • ❛ Well, _____, at least you haven’t forgotten how to show a lady a good time. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve learned to hate you in the last ten years! ❜
  • ❛ We never seem to get a break, do we? ❜
  • ❛ Oh, my friends! I’m so pleased you’re not dead! ❜
  • ❛ Please, sit down before you fall down. ❜
  • ❛ Now… what shall we talk about? ❜
  • ❛ It’s a transmitter, a radio for speaking to God. ❜
  • ❛ Your persistence surprises even me. You’re going to give mercenaries a bad name. ❜
  • ❛ Look at this. It’s worthless - ten dollars from a vendor in the street. But I take it, I bury it in the sand for a thousand years, it becomes priceless. ❜
  • ❛ Hey, what happened? You don’t look very happy. ❜
  • ❛ Shoot them. Shoot them both. ❜
  • ❛ If they knew we were here, they would have killed us already. ❜
  • ❛ Wow! Holy Smoke! Crash landing! ❜
  • ❛ Hold on to your potatoes! ❜
  • ❛ What kind of a name is that? Is it short for something? ❜
  • ❛ Nothing shocks me. I’m a scientist. ❜
  • ❛ Are you trying to develop a sense of humor or am I going deaf? ❜
  • ❛ You’re gonna get killed chasing after your damn fortune and glory! ❜
  • ❛ I keep telling you, you listen to me more, you live longer! ❜
  • ❛ I hate the water… and I hate being wet… and I hate you!
  • ❛ What a vivid imagination. ❜
  • ❛ You know how to fly, don’t you? ❜
  • ❛ Ah, dessert! Chilled monkey brains. ❜
  • ❛ There are two dead people in here! ❜
  • ❛ It’s okay, kid. It’s me. ❜
  • ❛ I had bugs for lunch. ❜
  • ❛ I burned by fingers and I cracked a nail! ❜
  • ❛ So what are you supposed to be, a lion tamer? ❜
  • ❛ I’m allowing you to tag along. So why don’t you give your mouth a rest. Okay doll? ❜
  • ❛ Ooh, what big birds! ❜
  • ❛ You lost today, kid. But that doesn’t mean you have to like it. ❜
  • ❛ He chose… poorly. ❜
  • ❛ I’m like a bad penny, I always turn up. ❜
  • ❛ Our situation has not improved. ❜
  • ❛ Is there anyone here who speaks English? Or maybe even ancient Greek? ❜
  • ❛ And in this sort of race, there’s no silver medal for finishing second. ❜
  • ❛ How dare you kiss me. ❜
  • ❛ Dance on your own time, will you? ❜
  • ❛ Unshackle me. I’ll give you a big hug. ❜
  • ❛ You know, for an old man you ain’t bad in a fight. ❜
  • ❛ One of the scorpions just stung me! Am I gonna die? ❜
  • ❛ Good thing we’re not grave robbers. ❜
  • ❛ I took Spanish. I didn’t understand a word of that. What was it? ❜
  • ❛ How much of human life is lost in waiting? ❜
if you’re stressed about your grades/future: “you are young and you will take your damn time.”

A few days ago I had an emotional breakdown about my future (surprise lol.) It’s not as though this doesn’t happen daily, but it’s dawned on me that I couldn’t even discern my true desires from what my lack of self confidence was trying to feed me.

I allowed self-deprecation to get the best of me, and it turned an erroneous decision into one that seemed the most “right for my situation.” I had a plan. But I was not confident nor happy with that plan, so I fell apart. 

Parked in front of my dad’s house, I voiced the concern that–although I thought was a result of flakiness–actually stemmed from an acute source of insecurity. 

My dad then turned around and told me something that I’m positive will stay with me forever. 

“Don’t you dare feel like you have limited options based on your past mistakes. You are not limited and you will never BE limited. Don’t rule any opportunity out right now. You’re not running out of options, you just haven’t found all of them yet. You have so much power left.

I asked him what power a teen/young adult could have, and he looked at me with so much conviction and said, “Youth. You have youth, and youth itself holds so much power. You’re only 17. I wish I were 17. I wish I had that much more left in me, but I don’t. You are 17, you are young, and you will take your damn time.” 

I initially interpreted this as a projection of his own regret. But now, I interpret it as empowerment. I think about it whenever I feel completely overwhelmed by all that I have left to do. Why should I consider quitting now? I’m only 17. Many of you are also of high school, college, or graduate school age, and we have such a long way to go. We’re only so young, and compared to our parents–people who have so many decades of experience under their belt–we don’t know the half of what life has to offer us. And that’s ok, because we have so much left to experience. 

In college, I want to explore different courses. I want to find something that’s right for me, but in order to do so, I need breadth of experience rooted in thoughtful discussion and exposure to a range of things. Although I love art, I want to obtain a liberal arts education as well. And finally having said this, I realized that whatever I thought was “right” was only only a thinly veiled attempt to evade my insecurities.

Records don’t matter. Grades are trifling in the grand scheme of things. My future job is only a portion of what will comprise the best days of my life. Bad teachers, vague assignments, tough environments–I can trudge through the difficulties and I will prosper, because that’s what I can do as someone with youth on my side. This isn’t to say that someone who is older doesn’t have the same privilege. My dad wants to continue to program, and all the more power to him!

But that only exemplifies how much time we have as people who are so young. We have a leg up, and I’m certain that we need to utilize the extra time, stamina, opportunity, and youth that we have to make decisions based on our own situations–not on what other people expect of us, and certainly not according to what our stress and anxiety wants us to believe. 

(The last bit is incredibly difficult, I know. But it’s a process!) 

This isn’t to say that I’m not going to worry and stress. I will! Hell, I’m stressed right now just writing this. But I’m improving. 

Ironically, this studyblr doesn’t thrive in standardized education. This studyblr struggles not with content, but with structure. This studyblr is really nervous about the coming year. But even then, I still have so many choices that it’d be insulting of me to become my only limitation. Obstacles are not impenetrable–not when I have so much power on my side. 

Sketches (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Jughead Jones x reader, Reader is an artist with a crush on Jughead and the feelings are mutual but have never been addressed. One day Juggy finds readers sketchbook forgotten at his house and sees drawings of him (some are of other things and people, but mostly him) ranging from cute and innocent to erotic and sensual moments between them. He confronts her and it’s a cute, fluffy mess full of long kisses and touches and azkdfuvbv please?

A/N: This is super cute and I hope I did it justice!

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Sketches (Jughead x Reader)

(Y/N) was known around Riverdale for her art. Sketches, Paintings, Anything she could get her hands onto turned into beautiful pieces of art.

A lot of homes around town even had at least one or more pieces by her. She was the town’s artist since she was 9 years old.

She’s painted portraits the Blossoms, a scene from the diner for Pops, many other beautiful settings around town for others to see the beauty of their town.

But the one thing that she loved to draw the most was a boy named Jughead Jones lll.

They had been best friends since what feels like the dawn of time. Hell (Y/N) had introduced Archie Andrews and Betty Cooper to Her beloved Jughead.

Now in Sophomore year of High School, everyone but Jug knew of her crush on him. They insisted it was mutual but she just never saw it. It wasn’t until Jughead himself saw the sketches she tried so hard to hide, that he decided to tell her.

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You Are Her Happy Place.

Based on this imagine:

Characters: Dean x Reader, Rowena, Sam 

Summary: A witch put a spell on Y/N knocking her out. Rowena is called to help undo. She ends up seeing Y/N’s dream world. 

Warnings: Language, Sickeningly adorable married life haha 

A/N: I am so happy you guys like this imagine, and so excited that so many people requested a one shot based off of it. I hope you all like it! 

Feel free to submit requests for a one shot and/or imagine. If you want to be tagged in anything, just let me know. Or as always you can just drop in to say hey. I love hearing from you guys. 


You hit the ground with a resounding thud. Whatever kind of spell that witch just put on you had knocked you out cold on the spot. When you split off from the boys, you had thought you got the drop on her. Turns out, you were the one to get dropped. The witch just stood and waited for the boys to come find you there on the floor. When they did, she made the mistake of getting a bit too mouthy, they were already pissed off, but now with you on the floor, it was a whole new level. “You’re too late you know. She won’t come out of this one. A little parting gift for you boys.” She cackled, making faces that the boys. 

“Well isn’t that nice. See we have a little parting gift for you too.” Dean mockingly replied, as he held up his gun.

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Teen Dad Three [Finale Part 2 of 2]

Teen Dad Three [Finale Part 2 of 2]

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: mentions of baby makin’ stuff but it’s not bad


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A/N: The last one! Ugh, this was such a fun fic to write. Please please please let me know what you think! And any request for Teen Dad becomes a Teen Dad? Where he actually becomes it aka when reader goes into labor? Who wants to see panicky Peter, freaking out about everything and getting more anxious than the reader? Haha

But seriously, let me know if you guys like this one, and how it made you feel or whatever. Teen Dad was my most popular fic, it’s actually crazy how popular it got, I totally didn’t expect this. Anyways, I love you guys lots!

Teen Dad | Teen Dad Two |

  Teen Dad Three [Finale Part 1 out of 2]


“Ms. (Y/l/n), you have a guest.” The nurse said, not even looking at you but the clipboard in front of her.

You had tear stains on your cheeks, you looked at the door waiting for May to walk in, but someone else you didn’t expect went in instead.

“Peter?”

“(Y/n).” He said, running towards you.

“Wh– what happened love?”

“What are you doing here?” You asked, ignoring his question.

“May left her phone and I answered it. You were crying and panicking, what happened?”

He looked at you, both hands holding your face, his thumb caressing your cheek.

His eyes were scanning your face, trying to figure out what’s wrong.

“I– is it the… ” he asked, you nod your head, tears spilling out again.

“Shh shh, it’s okay,” he said, your head buried in his stomach as you cried and cried and cried.

“What did the doctor say?” You lift your head up to face him.

“He– he hasn’t, told me anything yet.”

“Then why are you so upset if you’re not certain of what’s happening yet darling?”

“Because–”

“Because what?”

“Because the same thing happened to my mom when I was younger.” You blurt out fast.

“Can you tell me exactly what happened?”

You sniff, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

“When I was little, my– my mom got pregnant, and I was going to be an older sister. I didn’t want to be an older sister. I– I didn’t want the baby. An– and then, my– my mom started bleeding one day.”

You couldn’t get the words out, Peter still looked at you, waiting for you to finish.

“Baby, it’s okay if you don’t wa–”

“And then she lost the baby. That’s what happened. She was so upset and I couldn’t help but feel guilty. I– I saw her crying for days. And now– and now I know how she feels.”

You looked at Peter, “I woke up today, when I passed out on the couch, and I was bleeding. I– I don’t want to lose this baby Peter.”

Peter felt a tear roll down his cheek, he wiped it away quickly.

Sitting on the bed beside you, Peter hugged you, crying as he did.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for saying what I said. I don’t want to be the reason why we lost our baby. I never said I didn’t want it. I’m just not ready.” Peter pulls away from you and looks you in the eyes.

“But baby, I would do my best to take care of this baby, and to take care of you. You two will be my top priority. I may not be ready, but I promise to love both of you with all my heart and do my best.”

You sniff once more, “what about being Spider-Man… I thought you liked doing that better.”

“(Y/n). I choose you over Spider-Man anyday. Besides, I’ll leave the saving people to Tony. He needs something to do doesn’t he?” He jokes, trying to lighten up the mood.

It made you smile though.

“I can’t believe you had to think long and hard about what’s more important, me or being Spider-Man,” you said, punching his arm.

“Ow,” he groaned, “I’m sorry.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, making him chuckle.

“I missed you, I missed you so damn much.” He said while pinching your cheeks. Pushing his hands away and rubbing your cheek, you said it back.

“I missed you too you jerk.”

“How many times do I have to say I’m sorry.”

“One mil-”

“Ms. (Y/n) (Y/l/n/)?”

You both look to the doctor walking towards the two of you.

“Yes?”

Your heart was beating, you could hear Peter’s too. Waiting for the doctor to say something, Peter grabbed your hand and intertwined it with his, gently squeezing your hand.

“Since it’s too early, we would like to do an ultrasound just incase. You’re in your six  weeks already right?”

“Yes, I should be seven weeks in two days.”

“All right, then we should be able to hear a heartbeat. I’ve done check ups with a few women that heard the baby’s heartbeat as early as six weeks before.”

You nodded, hope lit up your face.


“Let’s see here, lay back down please.” You did what the doctor said, laying back down. Peter was right next to you, sitting on a chair and holding your hand. He put some of that weird jelly on your stomach that always made you jump a little. It was cold and slimy and it felt weird.

A few minutes or so the doctor finally said something. Every minute of silence that passed by made you more anxious than before.

“Can you see that? That small circle?”

You and Peter nodded.

“That’s your baby.” Peter lets out a sigh of relief.

“So does that mean our baby’s okay?” He says, which made you even more scared to hear the answer. Instead of answering, the doctor did something which made a loud beating sound. The doctor was smiling big when he saw my expression.

“Is that… “ you ask, pointing up. Peter looking around confused.

“Yes, that’s the baby’s heartbeat.” You cried out in happiness, Peter’s eyes growing wide and jaw dropping when realization finally hits him.

“Our baby’s okay!” He says, throwing up his arms and jumping around, making the doctor laugh. He prints a few pictures of the baby’s ultrasound at six weeks and five days.

“Here you go,” he says, “now make sure you be careful, if the bleeding continues, just come by to see me and we’ll do another check up.”

“I will, thank you.”


Peter took you back to his place. Now that you two are back together, he wants to spend as much time as he can with you alone before the baby arrives.

You two were cuddled in bed, watching a movie when Aunt May arrived.

“Pete? I’m home,” she called, “I’m sorry if you called me, I think I left my phone here.”

May looked around, Peter wasn’t answering, which worried her a bit. She ran to his room and busted the door open. Making you and Peter jump.

“(Y/n)!”

“Aunt May!”

You got up to give her a hug, Peter pouting behind you when you left his arms.

“What are you doing here? Are you two okay now? What happened? Tell me everything!”

“Maaaaaaaay,” Peter whined, “we just got back together, can you pleaseeee let us have some alone time?”

May rolled her eyes, “fine, but keep the door open.”

Peter threw his hands up, “we’re not going to do anything!”

“Mhm, that’s what you said last time.” May flashed Peter and you a knowing look.

“Seriously, how could I not know what you two were doing?”

“Who said it happened here?” He said.

May’s eyes grew big as she turns her head towards you, your eyes growing in fear as well.

“Look!” you said, distracting her with new ultrasounds pictures. Her face softens as her mouth opens, “awwww, you took more?”

“Yes, I had an emergency check up, which I will talk to you more about,” you said, while pushing her out the door while she’s smiley and happy, “later.”

And with that, May gives you a smile and a nod as she walks to her own room.

“I’ll put it up with the other two.”

You smiled as you slowly and quietly closed the door, jumping back in bed with Peter.

“I love you,” he said, placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I love you too.”

Everyone deserves a second chance.

Summary: Loki has turned a new leaf, and has taken residence at the tower. That doesn’t mean everyone trusts him. It’s family night, and everyone is invited but him. You decide to spend some time with Loki in his room.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Language.

A/N: WOOOHOOO!!!!! Finally I uploaded something!!! Tasha Tuesday tomorrow, and some more Bucky on the way too!

Originally posted by lokis-quinn

Ever since Loki got to the tower, you could say things have changed. The easy going, peaceful atmosphere has all but diminished. Everyone is either terrified of the God, or just down right hate him. I believe in the power of positive attitude and kindness. I believe he has changed his ways, but I also think treating him as if he’s a monster will just turn him back into one. I’m not saying I expect everyone to treat him like family immediately, I understand what he’s done and what he’s tried to do. I don’t expect them to accept him with open arms, especially Clint. I’ve caught him with an arrow towards him and I’ve had to stop him. I didn’t figure I’d have to tell a man with 3 kids not to shoot an arrow at a new ally.

As ‘family’ night in the avengers tower is in full swing, I can’t help but feel guilty as literally the only one who wasn’t invited was Loki. Even Thor is here.

“Come on, (Y/N) lighten up. It’s family night!” Tony slaps me on the back, causing me to spit my wine out. Glaring up at him, I put my wine glass on the table.

“It doesn’t really feel like family night.” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Something wrong?” Steve comes up behind me, resting his hand on my shoulder. I shrug his hand off my shoulder.

“How can we really call this family night when the newest member of our ‘family’ is never invited, and we make no effort to make him feel welcome?” I throw my arms up, walking out of the kitchen. I hear Steve sigh, and I can sense him following me.

“What do you want Steve?”

“Where are you going?” I turn to face him. Maybe it’s PMS, because I’m usually not this highly emotional, but I can feel tears prick my eyes.

“I’m going to go see Loki, because I seem to be the only one who believes in him and I want to spend time with him.” Steve keeps up with me, his hands in his pockets.

“Look, (Y/N) I know how you feel. Really, I do. But he made his bed, and now he has to lay in it.” I turn sharply, and I can only hope the glare I had on my face would kill a man.

“I don’t know about you, Captain, but I believe every man can change his ways. I think Loki is a prime example of that.” He crosses his arms, spreads his legs and looks at the ground, before looking up at me.

“This is Loki we’re talking about here, (Y/N). The God of Mischief and Lies. He can make you think anything about him that he wants you to. He’s dangerous.” I roll my eyes for the one-too-manyth time today.

“That’s rich coming from the man who said, and I quote “There’s only one God ma’am, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t dress like that.” Does that ring a bell to you, Captain Rogers?” I think for once, I’ve struck the man speechless. It feels good. Empowering.

“Now, please excuse me. Someone has to let him know he’s wanted around here, even if you don’t.” He uncrosses his arms, running his right hand through his hair.

“(Y/N) that’s not what I meant and you kn-”

“Goodbye, Rogers. Enjoy family night.” I’m in the elevator with the doors closing before he can finish his sentence. I don’t think that was too harsh, right? Considering the shit way they’ve been treating Loki.

I understand how dangerous the man is, believe me, I was there when we fought him and the chitauri. I also believe in second chances. Now I know, world domination is a REALLY big thing to have to forgive, and as I’ve stated before, I do not expect everyone to forgive him and be his best friend. He has a long road ahead to make people trust him again, and he’s acutely aware of that. And even if he has no one else, he’ll have me. And I hope that means something to him.

Coming to Loki’s door, I knock firmly twice, awaiting his response. The door opens on its own, no doubt with a little help from his magic. Entering his room, which is decorated with green, gold and black. Did you expect anything else? He lays perched on his bed, his back resting against the headboard, and a book in his left hand, a book he’s no doubt read numerous times, and his right hand behind his head. He looks at me out of the corner of his eye.

“Good evening, pet.” My cheeks become hot at this new nickname of his, he just recently started calling me said name.

“Good evening, Loki.”  He closes his book, and sets it in his lap, leaning towards me and raising an eyebrow.

“Why are you not with your comrades? It is, family night is it not?”  I sigh, looking down at my hands, and twiddling with my fingers.

“It is, I just thought you could use some company. If you don’t mind, that is.” He grins, setting his book on his large, black bedside table.

“How considerate of you, darling. Come, sit.” He gestures to the spot next to him on his massive bed. I don’t know why, but Loki has always been intimidating to me. I’m not afraid, no. He doesn’t scare me, not anymore at least. His presence DEMANDS respect, way more so than Thor. I thought meeting the God of thunder and fertility was difficult, meeting Loki is a whole new ball game. He is stunning in a way no mortal man could ever compete with. Him and Thor are both similar, and yet total opposites. They’re both visually stunning, in their own respects. Thor is powerful, in every sense of the word, and strikingly handsome. He’s cheery, humble, and kind. He is sunshine, while he controls the rain.

Loki is devastatingly handsome, in ways Thor could never accomplish. He’s clever, witty, dark and humorous. He’s romantic, and whimsical. It takes all these qualities to make him the God of mischief and lies, and he does not disappoint.  Perhaps it is these features that has caused me to fall so hard for him..

Doing as he asks, I sit next to him on the bed, moving cautiously, as not to stardle him. Not that I ever could, but just to be on the safe side, I take my time.

“How has your evening been, Loki?” He smirks, turning to face me.

“Quite enjoyable, really. More so now. What have I done to deserve your presence darling?” I bite my lip, looking down into my lap.

“I-I just thought maybe you didn’t want to be alone, and I don’t like the thought of family night when the newest of our family was up in his room alone.” He scoots closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“Mmm, I see. I’m glad you decided to stop in and visit me. Although I must confess, this is not anything new to me, pet. I’m used to being left out. You needn’t trouble yourself with me. My past decisions led me to where I am now, and I must live with the consequences. Do not fret over me, pet. I shall be fine.” I turn to face him, licking my lips and taking a deep breath.

“Nobody deserves to live a life of solitude, Loki. You’ve made some bad choices, yes. The world will probably never see you as good ever again, but that shouldn’t mean the ones you call friends and family never will again. I was THERE, Loki, I saw what happened. I fought against you and almost got killed in the process, I’ve saved many lives, and lost even more. But I believe a man can change, and I believe you have. If nothing else, we as your new comrades should have some faith in you, even if just a little.” During my whole speech, he was looking deep into my eyes, trying to find a lie, or a stretch of the truth, of which I knew he wouldn’t find. He licks his lip, before drawing it into bite on it.

“Why? Why do you believe in me? I do not deserve it.” I sigh.

“Everyone deserves someone cheering them on in their own little corner.” He smirks, bringing his hand up to cup the back of my head, before pulling me closer to him and leaning in.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” I lick my lips, whilst staring at his own.

“What are you waiting for then?” He needs no more convincing, he leans up, capturing my lips with his own. The kiss is slow, but passionate. There’s no need to rush here, we have all the time in the world.

Originally posted by painfulblisss

“What will your friends think of this?” He asks once he pulls away, licking his bottom lip.

“I don’t give a damn what they say.” He chuckles.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

FIN.

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Aggressively Miscellaneous Sentence-Starters

Normal(ish):

  1. “None of this would have happened if you just kept your read receipts on like a normal person.”
  2. “I didn’t even like them when they were alive. I’m supposed to suddenly give a damn now because they’re dead?”
  3. This is how you treat the person that shares his/her weed with you?”
  4. “Hey… don’t get saucy.”
  5. “It wasn’t a big fire. Small fire. Baby fire. Fire-ling.”
  6. “Jesus! You’re quiet. We should really put a bell on you.”
  7. “You cannot live off convenience store chicken tenders. You’re going to get listeria again.”
  8. “Does anybody want to get deep into voodoo with me?”
  9. “No offense but your roommate is kind of a twat.”
  10. “I was feeling really down about myself so I bought $47 worth of puzzles on my lunch break. It helped.”
  11. “You carry around a pack of Pokemon cards wherever you go but you didn’t bring your freaking Epi-pen with you?”
  12. “Is now a bad time to tell you that I never learned how to swim?”
  13. “Kind of can’t believe I shaved my legs for this.”
  14. “…sure, how could I possibly take offense to that?”
  15. “Loser buys lunch. For a week.”
  16. “That’s a terrible revenge plan. There’s not even any knives involved.”
  17. “When did we get a cat?”
  18. “Delete that picture or I’ll delete you.”
  19. “I’m a little concerned that someone who doesn’t build things has this many hammers.”
  20. “Hey, is this book of spells real, or just for show?”
  21. “What’ll it take to buy your silence?”
  22. “Your spelling is almost as bad as your flirting.”
  23. “Oh no. Your 90s R&B playlist. Are you okay?”
  24. “Why does your car smell like peppermint?”
  25. “If anyone asks, I was here all day. Actually, no. I was downtown, reading to blind children. Yeah, that’s better.”
  26. “That is an excessive amount of liquor for three people.”
  27. “I’m just going to key his/her car real quick.”
  28. “I’m going to shove that fidget spinner down your goddamned throat in about three seconds.”
  29. “You have the handwriting of a doctor…who writes with his mouth.”
  30. “I’m really sorry I set your dryer on fire again.”

Apocalyptic/Crisis:

  1. “Who would’ve thought Armageddon would have such a bug problem?”
  2. “God, this is a bad idea and we haven’t even done it yet.”
  3. “I’m not saying this is a suicide mission. I was just wondering what you wanted me to write on your wooden grave-marker.”
  4. “Do you think class will be canceled if the planet actually explodes?”
  5. “I really hope those weren’t gunshots.”
  6. “In this world, you learn to let go.”
  7. “I can’t eat anymore month-old fruit cocktail.”
  8. “You stay here. Lock the door and call 911.”
  9. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this but… we have to save him/her.”
  10. (“You’re bleeding!”) “The blood’s not mine.”
  11. “Do you have a better idea?”
  12. “Look, if it’s either this or die…we don’t have a choice.”
  13. “The power grid is down and so are the phone lines. Looks like we’re on our own.”
  14. “We can either hunker down and wait this out, or we can try to find a way out of dodge. Your choice.”
  15. “We’re down to four bullets, so your aim better be fantastic.”
  16. “I figure I’ve got at least another hour before I bleed out.”
  17. “Well, the screams came from that way so we should probably go the other way.”
  18. “This is so not how I pictured the end of the world.”
  19. “You think the barricade will hold?”
  20. “There’s only one road out of this godforsaken town.”
  21. “Things were so much easier when the dead stayed dead.”
  22. “Quit your bitching. You’ve got another arm, don’t you?”
  23. “Aliens are much uglier in real life than they were in movies.”
  24. “Fifteen feet of snow so far and no end in sight. I sure hope we bought enough bread.”
  25. “The water is rising so unless you know how to build a boat, we need to get to higher ground.”
  26. “You must be here to rescue me. You’re too pretty to be the Angel of Death.”
  27. “You’d be surprised what you’ll eat when you don’t have any other choice.”
  28. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
  29. “This is my territory and I make the rules. If you don’t like it, you’re more than welcome to go live among the flesh-eaters.”
  30. “Welcome to hell. I’ll show you around.”
For You

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Summary: You worry about the fate of Legolas after the battle.

Pairings: Legolas x Reader

Word Count: 929

Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies (?)

Requested by: @localfatgirl; #39: “I just can’t stop thinking about you.” Sorry it took so long.

A/n: This is the hardest Drabble that I have ever wrote. It took me all day to write it because I grew up with two very different Legolases. The Lord of the Rings one and then The Hobbit one so it was difficult. Also how do people title this things. I have such a hard time. 

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Master List Part 2 Part 3


The battle of the five armies was finally over, but your anxiety wasn’t. While every member of the Company was safe, you had not known the faith of the blonde elf.

You were quite taken with him when they had first captured you and the rest of the company. There was just something about his eyes that really drew you to him. His attitude however could use a little work.

It was obvious that you caught his eye as well. I mean, you were an elf travelling with dwarves and wearing dwarf clothes that was tailored to fit your size. That was pretty damn interesting.

After Thorin was separated from the rest of the group, Legolas, his name was something you found out later, came to speak to you about why you were journeying with dwarves. You had gone on to explain that you were raised by dwarves since you were an elfling and you had talked about your life up until Thorin was escorted back into your cell and you were escorted to talk to the King. You had not seen the prince since.

Actually, the last time you saw him, he was fighting Bolg, something that you, Kili and Fili had avoided by leaving the towers before you got a chance to check it out.

“Y/n!” you hear and you turn around to find Dwalin.

“Come on lass. We need to make our way down the hill,” he says, approaching you. You turn your attention back to the towers where you had last seen the prince. He had not exited yet and you were worried that he may never.

“Y/n?” Dwalin asks, laying a hand on your arm.

“Adad. I need to know what happened to the blonde elf,” you tell him, quietly. He removes his hand and you make your way to the tower. You step over the dead bodies and you move up the stairs.

You pull your bow and arrow as you hear footsteps coming down the stairs. You put your weapon down as you realize it’s the just king.

“My lady,” he says, nodding and walking past you.

“Where is Legolas?” you ask quietly, not turning to look at him. You hear him pause in his movements.

“He is safe. If you hurry, you might be able to catch him before he leaves,” he replies and you step forward.

“Y/n?” Thranduil asks quietly and that makes you pause in your steps. 

“Yes, my lord?” you ask. You were not raised by elves, but you knew when to give your respects even if he did lock you up in a prison cell.

“Take care of him, will you?” he asks and that surprises you. 

Was the King giving you permission to court his son?

“My lord?” you ask.

“Legolas needs someone to – care about and I think he had found that person in you so I ask that you take care of him. He is the only person I have left that is worth caring about,” he responds and you finally turn to look at him.

His back is towards you and it’s obvious that he’s very stiff.

“I promise I’ll take care of him,” you say and he nods slightly before walking away, but you call out to him making him pause.

“My lord, I think that your people care a lot about you and that if you let yourself, you’ll find that they are also worth caring about,” you tell him. He looks at you slightly before walking away.

You turn around and run up the stairs, praying to mahal that Legolas didn’t leave yet. When you get to the third level, you find him overlooking the frozen falls.

Legolas turns as he hears you. You smile at him and move to his side and it would’ve been an amazing view if there weren’t so many deaths. The amount of bodies that lay on the ground made you want to throw up, but you were not about to do that.

You turn away from the scene below and opt to face the inside of the tower.

“I had hoped that you would not be amongst those below,” Legolas says, crossing his arms.

“And I as well. I was worried when I didn’t see you walking out of the tower,” you tell him.

I just can’t stop thinking about you for some reason,” he tells you after a few moments of silence. You turn to face him.

“Honestly, I cannot get you out of my head either. I know I shouldn’t because of our differences in social status and living arrangement, but I just can’t. Not since I first saw you,” you tell him, “And I don’t know what to do about it.”

Legolas walks over to you and grabs your hand in his.

“I don’t want to separate from you,” he says and you rest your hand on his cheek.

“And I don’t want to separate from you either,” you tell him.

“Come with me,” he says and you look at him confused. “Come with me. Travel with me around middle earth,” he says again.

You think about everything that you have been through in your 141 years of life. You think about your dwarven family members, thinking about their reactions and you can’t help, but think it is time that you find who you truly are.

“Okay,” you tell him quietly. His blue eyes, that you love so much, lights up. “Really?” he asks uncertain. 

“Really,” you tell him, giving him a big smile. He returns it and pulls you into his arms for a kiss. You knew your father wasn’t going to be happy, but you also knew that he’d try, for you and that’s all you could ever ask for.


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Mine’s Better (Auston Matthews)

Anonymous said:

Can you do an Auston Matthews imagine when you are from Southern California (like San Diego area not LA 😂) so you always “jokingly” talk bad about AZ and then one day he post a video of you to arguing over which state is better and he posts it on Instagram and everyone thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

Word count: 1171

Originally posted by mttymrts


How you managed to end up in one of the coldest countries in the northern hemisphere was beyond you. After growing up in sunny San Diego, everyone was shocked when you decided to move to Toronto with your boyfriend, Auston. The move in itself was easier than you had expected. The two of you had a nice little apartment, a close group of friends that actually weren’t after being friends with the ‘rookie phenom’ known as Auston Matthews. You even enjoyed the city and your classes. The one thing that you couldn’t get used to, and probably would perpetually complain about, was how damn cold it was in Toronto.

You were used to waking up and seeing a beach outside your window, not five inches of snow. Where your feet were once adorned in either Chacos or nothing at all, you now had to layer socks and wear heavy boots. Your wardrobe that once consisted of nothing but t-shirts, shorts and bikinis were now replaced by cardigans, jeans and sweaters. Worst of all, your cute little convertible was traded in for a heated car with 4-wheel drive.

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I’ll Never Forgive You For This

Summary- Set during the season 8 opener, Dean’s back from purgatory and wants to know where their sister is.

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Masterlist

Sam’s greeting when he entered the cabin was a face full of Borax and holy water, followed by a nice cut on the arm from a knife.

Dean nodded, satisfied with himself, “My turn. Come on, let’s go.”

He held out the bottles to Sam, who just shook his head, “I don’t need to. I know it’s you.”

“Damn it, Sammy! Come on!”

“No, Dean. Can I just say hello?” When Sam still didn’t take it, Dean splashed himself and cuts his own arm, before proudly smiling at Sam.

“Well, let’s do this. Come here.”

The two brothers tightly embrace and Sam can’t help the smile that graced his face, despite everything that had happened in the past year, “Dude. You’re… freakin’ alive. I mean, what the hell happened?”

“Well, I guess standing too close to exploding Dick sends your ass straight to Purgatory.”

Sam is shocked, and his face fell, “You were in Purgatory? For the whole year?”

“Yeah, time flies when you’re running for your life.” Sam can tell Dean clearly didn’t want to talk about it, but he had so many questions. “But we can talk about that later. What’s going on here? Where’s Y/n? Do you know that half your numbers are out of service? Felt like I was leaving messages in the wind.”

Sam hesitated and stayed standing when Dean sat down. Here comes the part he’d been dreading since he found out Dean was back. “Yeah, I-I-I didn’t get your messages.”

Dean’s confusion was clear and for a moment he was distracted from the fact that Sam hadn’t answered his most important question, “How come?

“Probably because I ditched the phones.”

“Because…?”

“I guess, um… I guess something happened to me this year, too. I don’t hunt anymore.”

Dean’s head shot up and his anger and confusion were evident. “What the hell do you mean you quit? And again, where’s Y/n? Why isn’t she here with you?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I – you were gone… Dean. Cass was gone, Bobby was dead. I mean, Crowley even shipped off Kevin and Meg to parts unknown.” Sam ran a hand through his hair. “I was sick of losing people to his life, I just, I wanted out. Y/n didn’t. She was set on saving you.”

Dean’s face went stoic and he stood up from the table so fast his chair fell back over. “Sam,” his tone was stern and threatening.

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Bruised and Battered Chapter 5

Dean Winchester x Reader

1100 Words

Story summary:  Being friends with Sam and Dean Winchester had been the best part of your life. But then they were gone, and you had nothing to distract you from the physical and verbal abuse from your parents. Years pass, and your parents suddenly vanish. When Sam and Dean come help to find them, you aren’t sure what they will do when they discover your dark past.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

It was only mid-afternoon when the town your parents were being held in came into view. It was a welcome relief, but at the same time you weren’t ready. You didn’t want to go back to the way life had been before they had been captured by monsters. You didn’t want to be under their thumb once again. Being beaten and tormented by people who should love you.

“So, I’m thinking we get a room, regroup and figure out our plan.” Dean started saying. “We have no idea what we’re going up against.”

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Ready

Requested by @heartlesswitch with the prompt, “There are some things I need to say and you should hear me out.”

“I’ll go,” you spoke quietly from the back of the room. You walked up to the table and placed a finger on the tattered map, “I know the area. I’ll be in and out in no time, they won’t see me.”

“Are you sure?” Rick looked at you, searching for any hesitation. “You don’t have to do this, someone else can go.”

Your eyes scanned the faces around you, landing on the hard expression gracing Daryl’s face. He was biting down on his nail, eyes fixated on the map. He finally dragged his eyes up to you and shook his head, “She ain’t going.”

Everyone stood silently but your head snapped to Rick. “I know this place inside and out. I managed before I met you all, I can and will do this.”

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Business and Pleasure - Part 7

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,267

Warnings: Swearing


Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers

You had meant to get back to work after leaving James’ office. You had every intention of being productive today, but you couldn’t get your mind off of what happened earlier in the day. How the hell could you have let yourself sleep with James? After everything that the two of you had dealt with in the past few weeks. It had been a stupid, rash decision, but you couldn’t help it. He was infuriating, but strangely intoxicating. To make matters worse, you couldn’t help but cringe at your parting words to James.

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Sunny Days- chapter 13

Sunny Days Masterlist

Summary- The aftermath of Sunny’s stunt takes an unexpected turn.  

Word Count- 3k

Author’s Note- is at the end

Warnings- Language and Smut

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Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

“What were the rules I gave you? The rules you asked for?” Negan stood, glaring down at his young bride still on her knees before him.

“Um…no cussing,” Sunny said batting her lashes at him innocently.

“Don’t fucking go all doe-eyed on me. That shit won’t work. What are the other fucking rules, Sunny?” He swung Lucille over his shoulder, his other hand resting on his hip.

“No, lying. Wear what you tell me. No touching myself….”

“Damnit, Sunny. You fucking know which rule I am talking about,” he growled pinching the bridge of his nose.

She sighed and averted her eyes to the gravel between his black leather boots. “Do what you say, no questions asked.”

“That’s fucking right.” He paced in front of her. “And does starting a blowjob and running out the god damn door sound like something I would tell you to do? Because I sure as shit know I would never fucking tell you to stop sucking my dick. And I know I fucking told you to stay in that room. What the actual fuck, doll?” He stop in front of her once more. “Look at me.”

Sunny raised her eyes. Negan was as mad as she had ever seen him. Furious even. Lips pressed together. The corners of his mouth turned down. She knew she probably deserved some of it, but not all of it.

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Birthday Drive (Wincest)

AO3 Link: Here
Written for: @spnkinkbingo
Square Filled: Road Head

Ship: Sam/Dean
Rating: Explicit
Content Warning: underage (Sam is 16), birthday sex, oral sex, rough oral, implied bottom!Sam, road head, PWP, smut
Summary: It’s Sam’s 16 birthday, and Dean wants to do something special for him. Sam’s got plans of his own.
Word Count: 2514
A/N: Tags are at the bottom, send an ask to be added to my tagslist!

“Happy birthday, Sammy.”

Sam blinked a few times, rolling over and looking blearily at Dean. “Huh?”

“It’s your birthday, man. You’re sixteen. I expected you to be jumpin’ around an hour ago.”

“What time is it?” Sam groaned, burrowing a little deeper under the ratty motel cover.

“About nine. Come on. I made you breakfast.”

“Where’s Dad?”

“Took off already, working on interviewing folks,” Dean said. Sam peeked at him over the covers.

“For how long?”

“Don’t know. He said he’d give you a break since it was your birthday. So we have the whole day to hang out. Why don’t we go for a drive?”

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Nouveau Départ  | 02

Originally posted by jjeonguk

humor | angst | smut | fluff | smartalec!jungkook | spoiled!reader

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Its January, the start of another shitty year at Mendia High and your vivacious parents are coming in 2 months for a report on how you’re doing in the aspects of grades, reputation and of course the long awaited–dating. This means 8.7 weeks to change your attitude–60 days to pull up your grades–1,440 hours to land a decent boyfriend. There is nobody decent enough to help you–therefore you have no choice but to turn to the schools’ derisive dweeb, Jeon Jungkook. Watch yourself struggle to cope with the smart-assed boy as he tries to transform you into a changed lady that everyone would look at differently.”      


“You look like shit.”

“I know.” Yoongi’s bluntness makes you smile a little—even through your sleepy state. You’ve stayed up for so many hours, doing research for the school’s dumb debate team. Now you were enervated and restless due to your now-disturbed slumber pattern.

“Alright, good you acknowledge it—but would you like to explain why?” the terrible audio of the facetime feature does his soothing voice no justice, but you can still make out what he’s trying to say.

“No,” you sigh and continue. “But I don’t want you to threaten to spank my ass even if you’re pretty fucking far away from me right now.”

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I Can Do It Myself- Frederik Andersen

Originally posted by breakmystrings

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Ok so I like how this turned out even if there’s not a lot of Freddie interaction in this one. Sorry. But there’s more Freddie coming up in my queue! So yay! Let me know what you guys think! Enjoy!

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Anon Request: Pls pls pls do more Freddie. Do you mind doing one where the reader is Marner’s older sister and her and Freddie hit it off and date. I LOVE YOUR BLOG SO MUCH, YOU DESERVE THE WORLD!!

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              “He’s hot” you commented.

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