would you get old fashioned with me

w4w guide to talking to girls at parties

wow. it sure seems like there are a lot of parties out there. a lot of girls also. “i am weak and unsure of what to do with this information or my life,” i’m sure you’re finding yourself mustering feebly. do not worry! it means you should be meeting girls at parties and that i am here to teach you how to do so!

parties

people throw parties for many reasons, such as turning 1, turning 2, etc. there are also parties thrown for other more important reasons, like hedonism or the devil. unless it’s the type of party that you don’t think a girl who likes girls will be at, then it’s a safe bet that there will be at least a few. if it’s not that type of party then just stay home, re-read Nevada, order some za, and commune with the ancient ones that periodically burst through the astral wound in your bathroom. assuming you do go out, however, you have to be ready for everything a party throws at you.

getting ready

always, always, always wear your second favorite outfit. your first favorite is a) trying too hard and b) best saved for a first date. so you need to be showing off, but just not too much. anyway, this is a party you’re going to go to, so try and have fun! wear easy, semi-comfortable clothing. if you plan on altering your consciousness this is very important. you don’t want to be wearing heels that you stumble on or a ceremonial headdress that curses everyone. consider avoiding make up that actively mutates the wearer into something foul (but rad as hell). also avoid any mobile devices that might dilate the time stream, as you don’t want people accidentally showing up to work two years late the next morning. just focus on looking good, looking confident, and looking gay. the idea is that this will keep boys away while drawing in girls. this idea does not work.

dealing with boys at parties

yikes. these suck! often these are strangers and many of them will try to touch you without consent. outside of wearing a plate mail or carving protective sigils into your yielding human(?) flesh, what is there to be done about these? well, if ignoring them doesn’t work, just remember your ABC’s: Always Be Condescending. does he try to talk about the music? you’re above it. literally planes of existence above it. yes, you’ve heard of that band, you’ve also heard of a thousand bands beyond his pathetic range of hearing. does he invite you to dance? turn him to stone. does he try to give you a drink? dump it on the floor and consume the red solo cup. you’re above them, you’re above all of this. what you’re not above is seeking advice about talking to girls at parties from an alleged witch on the internet. 

the talking to girls part

what do you talk to girls about? well, that’s easy! if you’re a girl you can talk to another girl about anything! long bathroom lines, filing income, the unhealing cut on your neck that seems to keep producing more and more spiders. anything! girls, it turns out, love talking to girls. why? because they’re not boys. but how do you know if she’s one of those kind of girls? no, not a werewolf (see: how to talk to wolfgirls and their kin), a gay. this is literally impossible to tell. is she in flannel? then she could be a hipster or a lumberjane. pierced septum? maybe she’s just into jewelry. a howliing cavity in her a chest that beckons you inward? again, maybe she’s just into jewelry. what were often, in the past, common signs girls gave to each other to telegraph gayness are now often just hip shit that all girls do because, let’s face it, gay girls are fashionable as fuck. anyway, assuming you are talking to a girl, assuming you are getting a little bit of a vibe from her, just shoot her the old “I AM GAYBONES FOR YOU AND WOULD THROW MYSELF INTO A VOLCANO IF IT MEANT YOU WOULD KISS MY NECK IN THE BEYOND” look that we all know how to do. if that doesn’t seal the deal just try gently touching her anywhere from the shoulder to the fingertips and telling her she’s cute while smiling. works on me every time.

hope this helped! don’t drink and drive! use erowid if you’re iffy about the weird pills you’ve been given and the necronomicon if the dead start eating guests! bless!

Prompt #158

“Is there a reason my bathtub is filled with a full gallon of blood and glitter?”

“Okay. I have a really good reason for the blood but I have no idea where the glitter came from”

"Love Me"

Originally posted by starryiplier

Request: Can I make a request for an aro reader with an ex boyfriend(from before she knew she was aro) who’s obsessed with her, and mark Tyler and ethan help her out and protect her?

Summary: Fem!Reader’s ex-boyfriend has been giving her a “hard time” (understatement) since they broke up and now the guys are ready to Hulk Smash™ him into the void.

A/N: Hey all, meant to get this up yesterday but I wasn’t feeling sure about how I’d written it so I had the best person ever @sweetnestor beta it and now I’m feeling much better with it lmao. Thanks mah dude you helped BUNCHES. Anyway yup hope you guys enjoy this long ass fic!

Wordcount: 1354, back to my usual length for fics!!!!!!!

Warnings: mention of stalking, panic attack, mention of homophobia (is that what it’s called when it’s against someone that’s aro or is there a different word for that?? I’m not sure am srry)

Requests are closed for the time being friends, sorry about that!

It didn’t take long for the gang to realize something was wrong. You’d been holed up in your house for a few days already, very unlike your usual energetic self. How could they blame you? You could barely walk to the restroom without having a panic attack and they expected you to leave your safe space? Not gonna happen.

Not when every noise reminds you of him. Every knock at the door, every creak of the house, every tap on the window sent you into a frenzy. Your boyfriend had always had a… crazy way of showing his affection for you. As your ex he was no different, especially under the circumstances of the split.

Nonetheless by the end of week one of isolation every noise set you off, especially the doorbell. This time was no different. You dove under the covers, praying that whoever was there would just go away. The ringing persisted, followed by a few curt knocks at the door. When you heard the familiar creak of the door opening you felt you heart jump into your throat. Your blood ran cold through your body, your eyes were as big as saucers, your breathing short and shallow.

The footsteps continued, is there more than one intruder? Had he brought his friends? You felt around under the covers and grabbed the baseball bat you’d started keeping in bed with you.

“Ok self,” you whispered to yourself, “you’ll be fine. Just beat the shit out of them before they beat the shit out of you. Go.”

You slowly tip toed towards the living room, careful to avoid every creaky board. You jumped out from around the corner, ready to swing at the threat. Instead you heard your scream mingle with 3 deeper ones.

“AH- What the fuck?!” You screamed, falling back onto the couch behind you. The boys before you had the same reaction, more or less. “Why are you here trying to give me a hEART ATTACK?”

“Well why are you lurking around with a baseball bat in your own home?” Mark exclaimed as he clutched at his chest and tried catching his breath.

“To be fair, you did walk into my house unannounced,” you gasped for air, trying to fill your burning lungs.

“Yeah sorry, I still have that key you gave me when you moved out,” Tyler replied sheepishly as he held the small piece of metal up for you to see.

“You- shouldn’t have- done that-” you sputtered panting for breath. Shit, the panic was settling in.

“Hey are you ok?” Ethan asked as he sat down beside you, recognizing the symptoms of your oncoming panic attack. “Hey it’s ok, we’re sorry we just barged in here. Take some deep breaths with me?”

You were struggling to form a coherent string of words, but Ethan’s hand felt nice on your back and the tension lifted a little bit. “In, out, there you go just like that,” Ethan continued coaching you through the attack. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Mark and Tyler make worried eye contact before they ran into the kitchen. Out they came just moments later, water bottle and blanket in hand.

“Just let me know when you’re good, keep breathing for me,” Ethan whispered as he opened the bottle for you and placed it in your hand. “Drink when you’re ready.”

It felt like you’d sat there wheezing and crying for an eternity, staring at the ground hearing your heart pound in your ears. Ethan sat by you through it all, rubbing your back over the blanket Tyler placed on you. To be honest, after a while you forgot you weren’t alone. Everything just kind of fell away from you, the only thing anchoring you to reality was the hand at your back and the hand on your knee.

You looked up and saw Mark rubbing at his forehead while Tyler paced in front of you nervously. Something about the sight was calming to you. At least while they’re here I know he won’t get to me, the thought did it for you. You took the first deep and satisfying breath of the week.

“I, I think I’m good,” you said, still a little short of breath but loads better than before.

“Will you tell us what’s wrong?” Mark asked, kneeling in front of you to look you in the eyes. “We were worried before but, Jesus y/n, I think we were as scared as you were during that episode.”

“I really don’t think you were, Mark,” you answered.

“What Mark meant to say is that if we weren’t worried before we’re definitely worried now. What’s got you so on edge?” Tyler asked as he sat in the seat next to you and pulled you into a warm side hug.

“It’s…“ you paused. Were you ready for them to know? You could already see their reactions, not pretty.

“You can tell us y/n, we just want to make you feel better,” Ethan added.

Maybe it was the softness in his voice, or the worry lines scattered on Mark’s forehead, or the sound of Tyler’s slightly elevated heart beat ringing in your ears, or maybe a culmination of the three. Something told you they had to know. “It’s Isaac.”

“Isaac? What did he do?” Mark’s voice dropped an octave as he shot up into the air. You could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears. “He didn’t hurt you did he?”

“No, not yet.” You voice wavered. You could feel the tears coming on and there was nothing you could to stop it. “He didn’t take me coming out v-very well. Hasn’t left me alone since the b-breakup.” With tears in your eyes you looked down at the floor, “He comes a-and knocks on my door in the middle of the night. He taps on my window. He e-even leaves notes around the security cameras saying creepy sh-shit like h-how he’ll get me to lo-love him if it’s the last thing he d-does.”

The notes were definitely the worst part of the whole ordeal. He knew you’d leave the cameras on, and he knew you’d keep checking them. That sadistic fuck knew you so well and it was driving you insane with fear.

Mark’s knuckles were fisted so tight they were turning white. Tyler’s heart rate had increased by ten fold before he stood abruptly and began pacing once again, this time out of anger rather than worry. Ethan just held your crying body close to him, rubbing at your back once more. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He whispered.

“I was scared. I am scared.” You responded.

“We’d never let anything happen to you, bub. You know that right?” Mark said, pulling you out of Ethan’s arms and into his own.

“You’re staying with me,” Tyler said, already on his way to your room to pack you an overnight bag.

“We’ll all stay at my house. We’ll sleep on the floor in the living room and watch over you while you sleep, sound good?” Mark suggested as he held you at an arms length to wipe away your tears.

“We’ll get the girls to come over too,” Ethan called out from your bathroom as he grabbed your some of your essentials. “It’ll be like a big sleepover!”

Tyler came back in, duffel resting over his shoulder as he made his way to you and squeezed your shoulder, “He’ll regret ever making you feel like this if we ever see him again. He won’t get near you while we’re around.”

Ethan came back in, your makeup bag and travel bag with him. “You’ll be safe with us.” He said with a small smile.

“I love you guys,” you said, a whole new wave of tears running down your cheeks.

“We love you more,” Mark said with a smile as he pulled you towards the door. “Also, just letting you know, there’s literally nothing you can do to stop us from calling the cops on that scumbag Isaac.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”


A/N 2.0 Hey wow I’m actually v happy with how this came out, what a change of pace. I hope you guys enjoyed this one! It’s a bit dark, I know, but as soon as I read the request and started on it I just knew that this would be a great opportunity to write some good old fashioned angst! Anyway yup here it is thanks @sweetnestor again for beta'ing this and helping me work out the kinks! Greatly appreciated :D (ps you guys should check out her stuff too bc it’s AMAZEBALLS and she’s 20x better at writing the Angst™ than I am lmao)

Special thanks to the anon that requested this! It was really fun to write and idk I don’t get a lot of opportunities to write angst or just the boys so this was really fun for me. Also the request was just v intriguing and something that I’d read too so it was cool to get to write it! I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME 1639031 YEARS TO GET TO PLS FORGIVE ME.

Requests are closed for now, sorry dudes!

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This starter meme is completely based off of THIS starter meme right here, it’s just in a different format to accommodate players with multiple accounts as opposed to just one!! I take no credit for it and if you want to appreciate the content, give the blog a follow, please!!

  • “You can’t have sex with your neighbor’s backyard above-ground pool.”
  • “Let me help you out of that swimsuit– POOL.”
  • “I sure hope we become best friends! But I don’t hope we have a falling out, leading us to have a tense, emotion-heavy, dramatic, competitive, love/hate relationship later on.”
  • “So, anyways, I regain consciousness, there’s cops everywhere, (name) is covered in blood, got an ice-pick– haha, it was kind of a weird Tuesday.”
  • “We’re gonna be late for anime school!”
  • “I’m just saying, is it illegal if I’m in my OWN pool?”
  • “WHAT’S UP SLUTS?! GUESS WHO JUST GOT OUT OF PRISON?!”
  • “(name) WAS A BITCH-ASS POSER.”
  • “Oh no, he’s hot when he’s sad!”
  • “This reminds me of prison. This reminds me of prison. This DEFINITELY reminds me of prison.”
  • “Look at that little pimp. He’s gonna grow up to be a prison ass mothafucka.”
  • “Let’s skip all the fluff and get to the part where we’re shirtless.”
  • “Homeboy looks like shark week, I ain’t messin’ with that.”
  • “It wasn’t a dream! We got arrested for trespassing! We went to JAIL!”
  • “Nah, man, we went to holding. There’s a big difference.”
  • “Yeah now we owe Easter Dave a favor– that is NOT a position you wanna be in.”
  • “Wouldn’t we have seen him around by now? I mean he is a bipedal shark-person.”
  • “I’VE GOT MACE!”
  • “Was macing us really necessary AFTER you remembered who we were?!”
  • “You took the fall for me and I said thank you.”
  • “I went to jail!”
  • “I spent 6 months at a correctional facility!”
  • “I stabbed a girl in the yard!”
  • “I think that guard you killed had a family!”
  • “Look at that majestic ass mothafucka. Like a dolphin or some shit. A dolphin with legs… and arms… and a jet pack.”
  • “BITCH GET IN THE POOL!”
  • “That’s how they do it in Australia.”
  • “20 bucks on jabber jaws.”
  • “Hey, man did you TiVo Glee last night?”
  • “I’m not allowed to watch Glee, my dad says it might turn me into something bad. A musical theater major.”
  • “Neither one of them even died!”
  • “They won’t let me back into sewing club because apparently when I threaten someone with sewing needles it’s deemed ‘inappropriate’ and I 'have to leave’.”
  • “I have to tumblr this!”
  • “A guy with emotional issues who swims away his problems? Lady, that’s the whole team, you’re gonna have to be more specific.”
  • “I ship them! And them!”
  • “They hate each other, but they also fuck each other!“
  • “Hey, we try not to get this part of the gym wet so whatever you’re doing is gonna have to stop.”
  • “So do you wanna come back to my place, listen to some Dave Matthews, and talk about my work out routine?”
  • “I wonder if that stuff I hid is still here? … Nah, cops probably took it.”
  • “Do you know? Do you know for sure? Because I don’t need another incident.”
  • “If I get out of this chair, I guarantee you’ll end up in one with wheels.”
  • “Okay. I’ll admit, I’m a little threatened.”
  • “‘Sup bitches!~”
  • “Aren’t you that guy who drowned a kid? And burned down that building?”
  • “Get back to it before you learn a lesson in post-war, urban torture practices.”
  • “Remember, snitches get stitches!”
  • “Shut up, you’re high as balls!”
  • “You’re just mad because mom and dad thought you were a girl for the first year of your life.”
  • “Right, son. And speaking of crushing disappointments—”
  • “Coach tried to get me to vandalize a police station again.”
  • “Good thing I wore my Heelies.”
  • “He’s so hot but so crazy! Which makes him even MORE hot!”
  • “Come on, let me get those digits baby!”
  • “It should be illegal to be that fine!”
  • “Oh, just basic addition and subtraction. He was subtracting from my profits so I’m going to add a few extra holes in him.”
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  • “I hate it when you leave but I love watching you go.”
  • “Yeah, I’ve seen him. He’s in my scrapbook class. He cuts the eyes out of magazine photos.”
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  • “I want that boy to be my bride!”
  • “Pilates will do that, man, works your core.”
  • “What are we waiting for? Let’s go bro! Let’s g’bro!”
  • “Wow, you sure said that.“
  • “WOOP! WOOP! Hold it, I’m gonna have to pull you over for exceeding recommended hotness.”
  • “One time, we went camping in the woods, I just left 'em there. Nobody found them for like 5 days. I don’t even think their families cared, kinda sad, really.”
  • “So, what you’re saying is, if they disappeared, no one would notice?”
  • “Well I’ve gotta go not talk to you anymore.”
  • “I learned how to swim the old fashioned way. When I was five my dad took me out to a lake and tossed me right in the water.”
  • “I’m so happy right now! — And it’s not just ‘cause I get to see you in a bunch of different swimsuits. Okay, I lied, I’m sorry, that’s mostly the reason.”
  • “SHE’S A WITCH! PUSH HER IN THE POOL!”
  • “Hey, I know you! You helped me smuggle some stuff out of the country! How’ve you been, kid?”
Stark’s Secret Santa

This is for @lovelynemesis  ‘s Rocking Around the Christmas Tree Challenge

My Prompt: “I was your secret Santa, but I gave you outdated chocolate by accident.”

Relationship: Tony X Reader

Warnings:  Fluffy smut.  (I wanted to write fluff, and if you can’t write fluff for Christmas, when can ya?) 

Summary:  You’re casually dating Tony and he brings you to the Avenger’s private Christmas party, complete with a Secret Santa

A/N:  This is a fluffy little Christmas story with some smut thrown in at the end.  Not what I normally write! 

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               The elevator rose and you fiddled with the present in your hand.  There was no reason to be so nervous, but something about tonight felt different. You’d attended several parties as Tony’s arm candy, this one shouldn’t be any different, but when he invited you and mentioned there was a secret Santa it made the entire affair more intimate, something you didn’t expect from your pseudo-boyfriend.  

               You glanced at the present and hoped Bruce enjoyed the wooden slide box you had picked out for him.  It was perfect for a scientist who took his work home with him, something you knew Bruce did on the regular.  The twenty-dollar limit made picking a gift difficult, but you were confident it was the right amount of thought.

               The door dinged and you smoothed down your silver cocktail dress before placing the calmest, natural smile you could muster on your face.  

               “There she is.” Tony walked towards you with open arms.  

Originally posted by theperkybuttofrdj

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Spy Date

A/N: Still can’t get the Keep Reading link up. Again, I’m sorry for the space I’m taking up on your dashboard.

Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader, Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: The Avengers spy on you and Peter on your first date.

Word Count: 2,660

“DAD!”

Tony jumped at the sudden intrusion of your voice. He looked up to see you, a bright smile on your face.

Tony sighed, wiping his hands with a dirty rag, “Try not to do that when I’m working. Unless you want things to blow up, in which case, do it all you want.”

You blushed, rubbing the back of your neck, “Sorry.” You took a deep breath, “So, I have some exciting news.”

Tony raised an eyebrow, “Does it involve me?”

“Not really.”

He waved a hand, “Then I’m not interested.”

You rolled your eyes, “Daaaad.”

Tony chuckled, “I kid. Seriously, I’m not that heartless. What’s up, buttercup?”

You put your hands together, grinning widely, “Peter asked me out!”

Tony froze, processing your words. “Peter? As in Peter Parker? Spiderling Peter Parker?”

You put your hands on your hips, “Do you know any other Peter Parkers? Of course, it’s him, Dad.”

Tony nodded but said nothing. Instead, he started to walk out of the lab.

You raised an eyebrow, “You’re not going to say anything?”

He stopped, turning back to look at you. He placed a hand on his head, “Sorry, hon. Uh, that’s great. Where’s he taking you?”

“Well, first we’re going to eat at the Brooklyn Diner.”

“Cheap.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly at him, “Then, he’s going to take me to Central Park.”

Your dad scoffed, “That’s not much of a date.”

“It is only the first date.”

Tony blinked, “First date? Are you planning on having more?”

You shrugged, “Well, assuming it goes well, probably. Plus, I really like him. So, yeah, we probably will have more.”

Tony rubbed his chin, “Interesting.” Without saying another word, he walked out of the lab.

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, “Ooookay?”


“(Y/N)’s going on a date.”

Clint chuckled, “Is that why you called us?”

Tony crossed his arms, “This is very serious, Barton.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “No, it’s not. You’re making this serious. She’s a teenage girl.”

“My teenage girl. “ Tony said, pointing to himself.

Sam shrugged, “What difference does it make? Let her have her fun. Besides, it’s only the first date. Nothing ever happens on the first date.”

Steve nodded, “And, besides, she’s going out with Peter. He’s a good kid. He’d never do anything to your daughter, Tony.”

Tony sighed, “Cap, you don’t know that. He’s a teenage boy. You know how they can be.” He looked at Steve again, “Okay, well, maybe not you.”

“You are being dramatic, Stark.” Thor said, pointing Mjolnir at him, “Let the young ones have their fun.”

Bruce nudged the billionaire, “You always say you want her to be happy.”

“I thought you were on my side. Anyway, they did it all wrong. If a guy likes a girl, he has to ask the girl’s dad before asking her out. That’s like Dating Etiquette 101. Apparently, Parker didn’t take that class this semester.”

“That’s a little old-fashioned, don’tcha think, Stark?” Clint popped a chestnut into his mouth.

Tony scoffed, “No. It’s common courtesy. He should have asked me before asking her.”

“Would you have said yes?” Nat raised an eyebrow.

“Ye - no. Maybe. But, he didn’t ask so I couldn’t have said anything.”

Steve sighed, “Okay, we get it. You don’t like the idea of her going out. But, is that the only reason you called us here?”

Tony chuckled, “Oh, no. As (Y/N)’s father, I only care about what’s best for her. So, I need volunteers to help me spy on them.”

Bruce rolled his eyes, “I knew something like this was going to happen.”

Tony raised his hands, “Hands? Come on, I’m not playing spy by myself. Clint, Widow, you’re spies. Help a guy out here.”

Clint stood up, stretching, “This is gonna be hilarious. Sure, I’ll go.”

Natasha sighed, standing up as well, “I’ll go. To make sure that you don’t ruin their date.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to ruin their date. I’m going to make sure that he doesn’t ruin her.”

Steve crossed his arms, “Tony, don’t you think that’s an invasion of privacy?”

Tony clasped his hands together, “Well, we know who’s not coming. Anyone else?”

Sam chuckled, “Sorry, Stark. I’m not spying on your daughter.”

Thor held up Mjolnir, “I shall come.”

Tony squinted his eyes, “Yeah, no offense, Point Break. But, you’re not exactly subtle. I guess this will have to do. Nat, use your spy skills to find out when her date is.”

Natasha placed a hand on her hip, “Can’t you ask her yourself?”

“I already asked her where. Go on. She trusts you.”

Natasha let out a sigh, “Whatever.”

With that, she walked out of the meeting room.


You were in your room, typing away on your laptop when you heard a knock on the door. 

You closed your laptop, “Come in.”

The door opened, and Natasha came walking in, “Hey, (Y/N).”

You smiled, getting off your bed and meeting her halfway. You wrapped your arms around her waist, “Hey, Nat. It’s good to see you.”

She hugged you back, rubbing your back, “You, too. Anyway, I heard that you’re going on a date with Spider-Man.”

You chuckled, pulling away from her, “My dad is such a gossip.”

“Are you excited?”

You nodded, “Oh, definitely. I’ve had a crush on Peter for so long. I was thinking of asking him, but I didn’t want to risk being rejected. Plus, my dad would most likely have murdered him if I was rejected. But, he asked me out, so I was worrying for nothing.”

Nat patted you on the back, “I’m happy for you, (Y/N). When are you going?”

You hugged yourself, “Saturday night. He says that Central Park is more romantic at night.”

Natasha smirked, “So, he’s the romantic type?”

You giggled, “Apparently. I’m really looking forward to it. Oh! Do you think you can help me pick an outfit? I want to look nice but nothing too fancy.”

“I would love to.” She gave you another hug before walking out the door.


Saturday had come quicker than you expected. But, you weren’t complaining. Natasha helped you pick out a cute outfit, and you were eagerly awaiting the arrival of your date.

“I want you home no later than eleven, got it?”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, Dad.”

“And if he does anything to you, let me know.”

You raised an eyebrow at your father, “Dad, this is Peter we’re talking about. Without the mask, he’s a stuttering sweetheart. He’s not going to do anything.”

Tony shrugged, “Hey, it’s been known to happen. And, if he starts to get boring, you can walk out.”

You shook your head, “Oh, brother.”

The ding of the elevator drew your attention away from your dad. The doors slid open, revealing none other than the Spiderling himself.

He smiled upon seeing you. He walked over to where you and your dad were standing.

“Hey, (Y/N). You look great.”

You smiled, “Right back at you, Peter.”

“Parker.”

Peter gulped, nervously looking at Tony, “Uh, h-hey, Mr. Stark. Good to, uh, see you, too?”

Tony glared at him, “Bring her home by eleven. And, don’t touch her. You ought to be lucky that I’m allowing this.”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck, “Y-yes, sir. Uh, come on, (Y/N).”

You nodded, quickly hugging your father, “Bye, Dad. See you later.”

Tony hugged you back, “Not too much later.”

Eventually, you and Peter made your way out of the Tower.

“All right. Commence Operation: Spy Date.”

“Spy Date? Is that the best you can do?” Clint walked into the room, twirling an arrow in his hand.

“Uh, what are you doing with those arrows?”

Clint raised an eyebrow, “Uh, what I always do with these arrows?”

Tony chuckled, “I’m sorry, maybe you didn’t hear me. I said spy. We are spying. Meaning we don’t want to draw attention to ourselves. Those, Legolas, will draw attention.”

“Don’t act like you know anything about being a spy, Tony. Because, you don’t.” Natasha walked into the room, wearing a black leather jacket over a grey tank top and jeans.

Tony held out a hand towards Nat, “See? Guess we know who the better spy is.”

Clint held his arrow above Tony’s head, “Don’t make me make a kabob out of you.”

“You know, Peter and (Y/N) are not going to be out all night. You want to spy on them, Tony? Then, I suggest we head out.” Natasha got in between the two men and pushed them away from each other.

“Widow’s right. Let’s go.”


The three Avengers got into one of Tony’s cars and drove to the Brooklyn Diner.

Clint and Nat got out of the car, but Tony did not.

“What are you waiting for, Stark? This is your daughter we’re spying on.” Clint placed his sunglasses over his eyes.

Tony nodded, “Exactly. She’ll most likely recognize me no matter how much I disguise myself. Now, go in there and do what spies do. Don’t pick a table too close. I don’t need them getting suspicious. Talk to me through your coms and let me know if he does anything.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “You better hope she doesn’t recognize us either. Come on, Hawkeye. Let’s get this over with.”

“Can we order food? Cause I’m starving.”


Natasha and Clint got a table not too far from (Y/N) and Peter. They held their menus up to shield their faces.

Clint huffed, “Does he want us to listen in on their conversation? Because, we’re too far away.”

Natasha sighed, “Stark is making too big a deal out of this. He ought to let her enjoy her night.”

Uh, you know your coms are on right?” Natasha winced at the sudden intrusion of Tony’s voice in her ear.

She placed a finger on the com, “So what if they are? They’re not doing anything. From what I can tell, they seem to be having a nice conversation.”

Clint reclined in his chair, “Yeah, and besides, they’re sitting across from each other. The most they can do is hold hands.”

No holding hands on the first date.”

Nat shook her head, “Tony, you’re being too much of a dad.”

Uh, I’m sorry. Who has kids around here?”

“(Y/N) just laughed. He must be funny.”

“She laughs at everything. Seriously, if you just look at her, she’ll start laughing.”

“Well, they just got their food. Looks like Parker got a burger while (Y/N) got a cheesesteak.” Clint looked at his menu, “Are we supposed to watch them eat? Because I’m hungry enough as it is. If I knew we were coming to a diner and not going to order anything, I wouldn’t have come.”

(Y/N)’s a very fast eater. She’ll be done soon. And, if you’re hungry, there are plenty of hot dog carts around New York. Just hope there’s one near Central Park.”

“Fine. But, you’re paying.”

About ten minutes later, the two teenagers had finished their meals and were heading out the door.

Nat pushed the button on her com, “Tony, they’re heading out the door.”

I see them. They’re not holding hands, but they’re standing a little too close. Six inch rule, anyone?”

Clint chuckled, “Six inch rule? You are such a dad.”

They’re down the street. You can come out now. We’ll take the long way to Central Park.”

Nat sighed, “We’re on our way.”


Ten minutes later, the three Avengers arrived at Central Park.

“Sweet. Hot dog cart at six o’clock. Pay up, Stark. You owe me.” Clint stuck out his hand, waiting for some money to be placed into it.

Tony rolled his eyes, fishing out a twenty from his wallet. “Here. I expect change.”

Clint looked down at the bill, “A twenty? That’s it?”

Tony put his wallet back in his pocket, “You don’t need a hundred to buy some weiners. Now, go. Before I change my mind.”

“Fine. Nat, you want anything?”

She shrugged, “See if they have corn dogs. If not, just get a dog with mustard and ketchup.”

Clint gave a two-fingered salute before heading over to the hot dog stand.

Tony clasped his hands together. “All right. Let’s go find the kids.”


It didn’t take long for Tony and Natasha to find the two teenagers. (Y/N) and Peter were leisurely strolling along the sidewalk.

“I feel so sorry for her. This must be the most boring date in the history of boring dates.”

Nat rolled her eyes, “Tony, why do you have to be like this? Let (Y/N) enjoy her night. They seem to really like each other.”

Tony shook his head, keeping his eyes on the two teenagers from the bush they were hiding behind, “I don’t care. She’s not ready to start dating.”

“Or, maybe you’re not ready to let her start dating?”

Tony blinked, looking over at Natasha, “What?”

She smirked slightly, “You don’t want her growing up, do you?”

“No. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m back. Here, Nat. No corn dogs, sorry. You didn’t want any, right, Tony?” Clint handed Natasha her hot dog and crouched down beside them.

Tony didn’t answer.

Clint raised an eyebrow, “Cat got your tongue?”

Nat took a bite of her hot dog then wiped her mouth with her sleeve, “I think Tony doesn’t want (Y/N) to grow up.”

Clint smirked, “Ah, now it all makes sense.”

Tony sighed, “Okay, fine. Maybe you’re right.”

Nat put her hand on Tony’s shoulder, “She’ll always be your little girl, Tony.”

Tony chuckled, “Yeah, but she’s not so little anymore. It’s tough, sometimes. In two years, she’ll be old enough to live her life on her own. I don’t know if I’m prepared for that.”

Clint smirked, “If you can handle robot armies, you can handle your kid growing up.”

“Well, kids and robots are two very different things. But, I guess I have no choice.” Tony looked up to see the two teenagers with their hands intertwined.

He smiled, “We’re done here. Let’s go.”


About half an hour later, you came walking through the front doors of the Tower with a huge smile on your face.

You entered the elevator, “To my room, JARVIS.”

Right away, Miss Stark.”

After a few minutes, you had arrived on your floor. The elevator doors opened, and you were surprised to see your dad standing there.

“Hey, Dad.”

Tony pulled you into a hug, “Hey, hon. How was your date?”

You blushed, remembering the good night you had with Peter. “Well, this is definitely not going to be the last date.”

Tony smirked, “Ah, so are you two a thing now?”

You grinned, “I’d say so. But, don’t worry. He didn’t kiss me. Well, he kissed my hand, but that’s it.”

Tony smiled, placing his hand on your head, “Well, I’m glad you had a good night. Parker’s a good kid.”

You nodded, “Yeah, he is. I’m going to bed now.” You gave your dad another hug, “I love you, Dad.”

Tony hugged you back, kissing the top of your head, “I love you, too.”

You pulled away then smirked, “You left earlier than I thought.”

Your dad raised an eyebrow, “What are you talking about?”

You placed your hands on your hips, “You really thought I wouldn’t notice?”

Tony looked down at you, “You know?”

“Yup. I saw your car when we left the diner. Come on, Dad. Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize one of your cars?”

Tony sighed, “Why must you be so smart?”

“I’m your daughter. That’s why. Did you really have to spy on us?”

Tony placed his arm around you, “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I guess it’s just hard for me seeing my little girl grow up.”

You smiled, leaning into your father, “I know, Dad. But, it’s going to happen eventually. But, no matter how old I get, I’ll always be your daughter. Nothing will ever change that.”

“I know that now.”

Don't sass the Angel of Death

The characters in this are Azrael the Angel of Death (played by Y) and Dareios who is possessed by a snake demon/deity that calls itself Leviathan (played by me). Dareios is immortal thanks to Leviathan, and Azrael doesn’t like immortal humans, so Y and I are trying to figure out how they would interact.

Y: Okay but Azrael’s blades usually conceal themselves as scissors imagine a typical teenager in a hoodie (Azrael’s human appearance) threathening Dareios with scissors. I wouldn’t be sure whether to laugh or call the cops.

Me: “Well as long as they don’t run with them” - Dareios

Y: I think that’s gonna be the least of your concerns somehow buddy

Y: Honestly tho I know for fact that the first thing Azrael says to Dareios is “the fuck are you”.

Y: (I have this idea that Azrael is the only angel who swears)

(here’s where we switched to actually being IC or OOC)

Dareios: “I could ask you the same question, but I already know the answer: rude.”

Y: OH SNAP

Me: I love it when Dareios goes all sassy.

Azrael: “Politeness gets you nowhere, certainly not when facing death.”

Y: But seriously Azrael looks like a moody teenager so I doubt that would be taken seriously

Dareios: “Assuming I will answer your question…”

Dareios/Leviathan (talking at the same time): “…Which of us did you ask?”

Azrael: “Cursed be the English language. The ‘you’ was plural.”

Y: ‘Cursed be the English language’? Who says that???

Me: Azrael, clearly

Dareios: “That is a very old-fashioned phrase for a kid like you”

Azrael: “Now who’s the rude one. Show your elders some respect.”

Leviathan: “Excuse you!?” (pretending to be insulted)

Azrael: (snickers) “You clearly haven’t seen me before. Understandable, since you’re immortal, you don’t know what Death looks like.”

Dareios: “I know what Death looks like, but it never holds me long enough for me to register its true appearance.”

Azrael: “Well now you do. And now I have to correct the natural order.” (takes out scissors)

Dareios: “Going to cut my thread of life, or whatever it’s called?”

Azrael: “Oh no. I take offense to immortal humans, I’m going to get up close and personal with this.” (separates the blades of the scissors and turns them into a dagger and a sword)

Dareios: “Well, you definitely shouldn’t run with those.” (makes magic sword appear out of thin air)

Azrael: “I’ve been doing this since the dawn of life. You should be worried about yourself.”

Y: Dawn of life, is that even a thing??

Me: I guess it is

Dareios: "I’d like to see you try. Maybe I will stay dead this time. I doubt it, though.“

Azrael: (suddenly holding the dagger to Dareios’ throat) “Don’t patronize me, WORM.”

Leviathan: “I take offense to that.”

Azrael: (steps back) “And I take offense to you. We’re even now, huh?”

Leviathan: “Guess so.”

Y: Okay but (her other two characters) standing on the sideline watching these two duke it out

Leviathan: “Question. Can an Angel of Death die?”

Azrael: “Are you an idiot? Of course I can’t. If I died, no one else would. The natural order would be a mess.”

Leviathan: “Another question. Do you think you’d be able to kill a god?”

Azrael: “I’ve done it before. The real question is; is it your time to go? I know the human passed his long ago. That must be corrected.”

Leviathan: “My dear host will not pass his time until I allow him to.”

Azrael: “Unfortunately for you, you’re not in charge of either fate or destiny. All I have to do is wrench control from you for just a second. Then he’s gone.”

Leviathan: “Gone for how long?”

Azrael: “Forever. He’ll be dead.”

Leviathan: “Will he? He has died thousands of times before, and I brought him back every time.”

Azrael: “This time is different. You haven’t dealt with me in person before. When I close the gates, they won’t open for anyone.”

Leviathan: “I’d like to see that happening.”

Azrael: “I told you, didn’t I? You’re not the one in charge. I am.” (reveals wings)

Leviathan: “Oh, really? Who is stronger, an Angel or a God? Time to find out~”

Azrael: “Such arrogance. I was here before you, and I will be here after you. Those words, I’ve heard them before. Yet I am here, and they are not.”

Leviathan: “Were you here before me? Well, I suppose you were in this exact location before I was, but that’s not the point.”

Me: Leviathan no. Stop sassing the angel of death.

Azrael: “The moment life was invented, I was there, ready to claim it. Such is the natural law of things.”

Leviathan: “Would that make you the first or the second creature alive?”

Azrael: “Second after God. I was a force of nature at first. Then I chose to serve Him.”

Leviathan: “That makes sense. Now, I guess we have talked enough…”

Azrael: “You are a fine conversation partner, I must say. Not many people ask me things other than 'why me?’.”

Leviathan: “I know the answer to that already, so I don’t need to ask. Now, are you going to kill me or not?”

Azrael: “Yes.” (runs him through with the sword)

Me: Well that escalated quickly.

Two Player Game (Jeremy/Michael)

Summary: Sometimes, Jeremy cheats at video games. Obviously, Michael must get some revenge. (A fic for my newest obsession! Based on this post. Listen to Be More Chill, it’s amazing! Hope you enjoy!)

Jeremy and Michael rarely played video games against each other. They liked having each other’s backs and working as a team to defeat monsters and solve puzzles and all that nerdy shit, just like in real life (though the monsters in real life were just popular people instead of zombies).

But sometimes, a little competition was in order.

And Jeremy was losing. Badly. Michael had seemingly mastered this game already, which was so not fair, in Jeremy’s opinion.

So, naturally, he decided he needed some sort of an advantage.

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baetitan  asked:

What would vets and 104th do if they want to propose to their lovers?

Mikasa: Excuse you? She’s not the one proposing here
Reiner: Piss “Will you marry me” into the snow
Bertholdt: Arrange a candle light dinner in his Significant other’s favorite restaurant, only the two of them, having a good time and then when he feels the moment is right get down on one knee and propose all old fashioned with a beautiful diamond ring he saved money for for months
Annie: Wouldn’t really propose, but if she’d just give her significant other a ring and call it a day
Eren: Writes “Marry me [name of SO]” into the air with a plane, simply as an excuse to fly a plane
Jean: Would invite his SO to their favorite place, wait for sunset and propose totally romantic to ‘their song’ after telling them what he really likes about them
Marco: Invites everyone he and his SO know for a ‘random’ party, everyone knows what will happen, when the party is going on he proposes to his SO in front of everyone to prove his unconditional love
Sasha: “don’t you think we should kinda marry? You know for tax purposes?”
Connie: Orders Pizza and orders them to write “Marry me” into the box
Historia: Expects to be proposed to, because Ymir already fucked up enough
Armin: As soon as he realizes he wants to marry his SO he’d start writing a notebook full or stuff that makes him love them and makes him wanna marry them and when it’s full he hands it over to them, on the last page is a ring and the sentence “Will you marry me?”
Ymir: “When this is over, marry me”
Levi: this man has so little faith in the concept of marriage he’d probably die laughing if he tried to propose
Hanji: Would do it like in those awful commercials where they send pictures of letters to their SO to spell out ‘marry me?’
Erwin: Gives a heartwarming and kinda intimidating speech about his SO and then proposes on one knee
Nanaba: Would take his SO to the place they first met and ask them very calmly and romantic
Mike: Would get all the scouts to wear T-Shirts with the letters for “Marry me!” and put them in front of his SO’s house
Moblit: Invite some people over to play hangman with him and his SO, the solution for the hangman is “Will you marry me [Name of SO]”

Monday, November 5th 1984

Here’s a little fic I wrote because I really wanted to see Will and El meet for the first time. Their characters are so intertwined and parallel each other so much and I was bummed we didn’t get to get to see them properly meet for the first time. So I wrote this lol.



As she slowly drifted awake El could hear soft voices coming from another room. Opening her eyes just a crack she looked around in the bedroom; soft morning light was coming in through the curtains and paper vines covering the windows. Slowly pushing herself up to lean on her elbows, El faintly remembered how Hopper had carried her to sleep in Will’s bedroom after returning from the lab. She still felt drained, but the exhaustion had passed a little. Bringing her hand up to rub her tired eyes she noticed smudges of black makeup and realized she was still wearing the clothes she had gotten from Kali.

 There was a soft knock and El jumped a bit, immediately turning to face the door. “Yes?” she asked cautiously, her voice cracked and raspy. The door opened just a bit and Joyce looked in. If El felt tired and drained, she could tell that Joyce was feeling the same, or even worse. On the way to the lab, Hopper had briefly told El about Bob and she could see it really had hurt Joyce a lot. But despite the heavy dark circles under her eyes and her pale face, she smiled sweetly at El, just like when she had helped her get ready for the bath in the science classroom.

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VIXX REACTION: to thigh riding

Hakyeon:

Hakyeon wouldn’t like it on his end, but he wouldn’t deny you from doing it. He’d rather use his fingers or tongue to warm you up before sex.


Taekwoon:

Taekwoon is selfish when it comes to pleasure. If it doesn’t please the both of you, he’s not interested. He’ll let you do it once or twice, but he favours the old fashion route of having his face between your legs.


Jaehwan:

In Jaehwan’s eyes, you’re a god/goddess, so seeing you get yourself off using him would arouse him so much. 

“Moan louder for me, baby. Tell me how good it’s making you feel.”


Wonsik:

Wonsik would also enjoy seeing you fuck yourself against his thigh.  

“Look how desperate you are to cum,” he smirked, fingers digging into your hips. “You better cum hard over me, or I’ll punish you.”


Hongbin:

Hongbin would be the one that initiates it. He would guide you against his thigh to get you off before he took you to the main event. 

“You like when I make you cum with just my thigh? You’re trembling already.”


Sanghyuk:

Sanghyuk would take a while to warm up to it. Once he saw how crazy it made you, he’d use it to drive you wild before he pounded you into the bed.

“Take it slowly, baby. Don’t want you coming right away, do we?”

For The Ages

Jughead is crazy nervous about the thing currently weighing down his pocket.

A/N: okay so I’ve been on a chick-flick spree which resulted in this cheese-filled one shot. Fair warning: this has copious amounts of fluff and zero smut. Thanks for reading!


“You okay, Jug?” Betty asked, eyeing her apparently too-nervous-for-words boyfriend as he shuffled on his feet, unable to stay still.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. It’s just a bit chilly, wouldn’t you agree?” He asked and she shrugged, thankfully not asking for his jacket as they walked down the empty streets of Riverdale. It had been a while since they had come back here. After everything that had happened with Jason and Fred and Cheryl, Jughead and Betty couldn’t wait to get out of this small, once-perfect town. The only people they missed were their families – but Riverdale itself they were all too ready to bid goodbye to (well maybe except to Pop Tate).

“It’s weird being back here, isn’t it? Being alumni in Riverdale High and everything,” Jughead said, as they turned a corner. Betty’s smile was laced with nostalgia as she smiled at the empty streets. Riverdale had become even smaller since their leaving. It seemed most of the town had a similar idea about the safety of Riverdale following all the chaos that had happened.

“Yeah. I mean, I know this town wasn’t ever really safe but it still makes me feel… safe – is that weird?”

“It’s understandable,” Jughead said, slipping his hand into hers and intertwining their fingers. She smiled up at him.

“So, remind me why you wanted to come to Riverdale, again?”

“I told you! My dad wanted to see us.”

“Your dad wanted to see you.

“Betty, by this point, I’m pretty sure he loves you more than he loves me. When you went to get the pie, he wouldn’t stop talking about you. It was actually borderline creepy,” Jughead said, rolling his eyes. Betty chuckled as they walked past the newly constructed mall, where the drive-in had once stood. They looked at it and sighed. It was so out of place in Riverdale. The fanciness of a mall was unnecessary and stood out as too glamorous in the quiet neighbourhood. The couple eyed it distastefully.

“I mean, I guess it adds a new layer…?”

“It’s hideous, Betty,” he replied matter-of-factly and Betty had to agree.

“It really is the nail in the coffin that is Riverdale, isn’t it?” She echoed his words back at him and he grinned at her.

“Don’t remind me, Cooper. It was a dark time for me,” Jughead said, although they both knew he had written almost too many articles about his beloved drive-in since. Of course, they had all remained on his laptop – god knows people in New York couldn’t give less of a shit about a tiny drive-in closing in Riverdale and the sentiments it awakened in one of the best investigative journalists in the city. Besides, publishing articles about the drive-in sort of went against the whole good riddance feeling.

Betty glanced at her watch:

10:00 p.m. it read and she frowned. Jughead wanted to go to see Pop Tate (apparently the drive-in wasn’t where the sentimentality ended) but surely he would know that the diner would be closed right now. After all, he had basically lived there for a major part of his life.

“Jug, are you sure Pop Tate’s going to be up this late?” She asked as they managed to tear their eyes away from the anomaly that was the mall and continue their stroll.

“I told him I was coming so yes, I think he’ll stay open. Especially since I gave him the most business he’s ever had,” he said, wearing this accomplishment like a badge of honour. Betty raised an eyebrow at this in amusement, flustering him.

“What? He told me. He even had my picture put up in the diner when we left,” he said, although his ears were turning a little red. His mentioning the day they left brought back a flood of memories to Betty. Jughead and her had managed to get into universities in New York while Veronica and Archie were separated by an ocean – Archie was going abroad to study music. But, in their case, distance did make the heart grow fonder, it seemed. Betty and Jughead soon found themselves to be academic rivals which somehow only seemed to make their relationship stronger.

They were the couple that wasn’t meant to last. The couple that was running on “borrowed time” (as Jughead so eloquently put it in a fit of anger). And yet, here they were, seven years later – walking hand-in-hand as if they’d just gotten together last week.

Isn’t this what people like us – who have gone through what we’ve gone through – do?”

For the second time Jughead’s words echoed in Betty’s head. It made her smile to see where they were. Walking in the same place where they had started. It brought a smile to her face which Jughead noticed.

“What is it?”

“The last time we did this, there was a killer on the loose,” she replied and he laughed.

“I mean, statistically speaking, there is probably at least one right now, too.”

“Shut up. You know what I mean.”

“It’s nice,” he agreed and she smiled, adjusting her hand in his.

They approached the diner. It had somehow remained the only constant in Riverdale. The sign was still lit up and the warmth from within welcoming as they entered. The jukebox was already playing softly when they walked in and Betty sighed, allowing nostalgia and a real feeling of home wash over her as she inhaled the familiar scent of burgers and coffee. You had to look closely to see any changes – the booths were slightly more worn, the jukebox dustier, the floor holding a few more stains – but it remained more or less the same. Jughead hung back to shut the door behind them as Betty walked forward towards their regular booth.

“Where’s Pop Tate? In the–” she stopped short when she turned around to face Jughead. With both hands, he was holding a small black box. It was unassuming but Betty stood with bated breath.

Somehow she hadn’t seen this coming.

But now that she thought about it, it all made sense: the nervousness, the insistence on going to the diner, Jughead constantly feeling his pocket throughout the evening.

“Betty Cooper,” he began and then paused and Betty saw tears form in his eyes. She stood there frozen, waiting.

“Betty Cooper,” he began again after swallowing a few times, “you have been everything to me. For seven years, you have been my rock, my support system, and the only person who has believed in and stood by me through thick and thin. When I told you my dad wanted us to come to Riverdale that wasn’t strictly true. Well, actually it was true – he did badger me to come,” Betty let out a laugh at this and only then was aware of tears in her own eyes, “but I more wanted to meet your family. Not your dad – couldn’t care less about him – but I wanted to meet Polly. I wanted to meet Polly so I could ask her if I could–” he paused again, words apparently failing him. Betty took a step towards him, raising her eyebrows, asking him to continue.

He swallowed again.

“Not that I need anyone’s permission or that you’re anyone’s to give away. But I spoke to Archie who spoke to Veronica, who spoke to Kevin and they told me that I should talk to Polly. I know it’s old-fashioned but you know, it’s me – I’m an old soul. Sorry, I’m rambling,” he said, looking away and hastily wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Betty gave another laugh at this.

“It’s just… I never thought I would ever get… well, this. I never thought I could ever be so lucky. I never thought I would be lucky enough to meet my soulmate. Good god, this sounds cheesy as hell, doesn’t it? Sorry. I guess what I’m saying is: Betty Cooper, I had been irrevocably in love with you for the last seven years of my life and they have, without doubt been the best seven years a man could possibly hope for. With that said, would you do me the absolute honour and privilege of being my wife?”

She slowly came closer and, placing her hands on his cheeks –

“Yes.”

And she kissed him.

No matter how unexpected this had been, she realised, in that moment, that she didn’t even have to think about what her response was going to be. It had always been there – at the tip of her tongue just waiting to be said. 

After all, their love was one for the ages.

2

Name: It is… a pleasure. Part 2
Pairing: Mycroft x reader
Summary: after the reader expresses her interest in Mycroft (rather subtly), there is some silence, as Mycroft prepares to make the next step, and he never is not serious enough about anythgin. This thing exists thanks to the people that said they wanted it, so thank you!

(Part 1)

“Sherlock, good afternoon,” your peaceful day was suddenly interrupted with the calm voice coming from the common room. You stoop in the kitchen, and Sherlock answers something, you can’t hear what. “Brother mine, I am here to talk to your roommate, not you. My sources informed me she is at home today,” Sherlock doesn’t even try to deny that, as everyone knows how good Mycroft’s sources are. A second later, Mycroft walks in the kitchen, looking just as perfect as before - perfectly ironed shirt, black suit, the tie that is casual enough to let you breathe but serious enough for you to remember who you are breathing next to. And the usual umbrella that he is holding his right hand. “Y/N.”

“Mister Holmes!” and there you are, sitting in front of the British Government (you asked Sherlock to tell you more about his brother) in the most casual clothes you ever owned. And the mess on your head. Definitely the worst way to meet such a… well, he is not even a human being, as far as you know.

“Y/N, it is Mycroft,” he corrects you again. “How are you doing?”

“Very embarrassed at the moment,” you answer honestly and try to fix whatever it is on your head. Seriously, you look like his intern that is too messy to deal with anything than a person that the Holmes would willingly come to see. “And how are you?”

“A bit worried about France,” he sits down on one of the chairs next to you (you honestly hope it’s not the one Sherlock tried to destroy a few days ago) and smiles. “I am sorry for barging in like that, I probably should have called.”

“Yeah, it would help us with that,” you wave your hand in the air, meaning the differences in your status. “However, this must be exactly how your kind of people see my kind of people, so…”

“My kind of people?” he sighs. “What did Sherlock tell you?”

“Only that I was stupid enough to try and awkwardly flirt with the British Government?” you ask quietly, blushing like a tomato. “And given that I am terribly bad at that, I would really appreciate if you just forgot it ever happened.”

The silence just hangs in the air. It gets rather uncomfortable, but neither one of you says anything, until you finally find the courage to look at Mycroft’s face.

“Why… Why are you smiling?” on yes, not only are his lips doing the movement of ‘smiling’, but you can see that happy expression in his eyes and the very wrinkles around them.

“Because I came here to ask you to have dinner with me. Forgetting about it is definitely not part of my plans, and you are… I find it amusing to see you blush,” he answers simply. 

“People just text to ask someone out,” you find that you lost your voice at a very bad moment.

“Mycroft Holmes is not like all people,” you are pretty sure that Mycroft is enjoying your confusion and surprise, as he hands you an actual letter on an actual paper with an actual wax seal with an imprinted emblem of (as you think) the Holmes family. Or, more probably, just Mycroft Holmes. “If you open it, the time will be used more efficiently.”

“Yes, sir,” you obediently open the seal and take out the paper with golden letters extruded on it. The writing is elegant and a bit hard to read, but you quickly skim the lines. 

Mycroft Holmes would be honored if you, miss Y/N, agreed to spend an evening in his company next Sunday at 7 pm. 

Sir Mycroft Holmes

“I tried to make it sound less old-fashioned,” Mycroft admits quietly.

“I didn’t know you are also a sir,” you answers just as quietly, only now understanding that not only you flirted with the British government, but you were seen as a worthy option for him. For some weird reason.

“I am also a lord, I just thought you would then get way too scared if I write that,” you nod quickly. “So, what will your answer be?”

“Why?”

“I delivered it myself because I wanted to see your face when you opened it,” Mycroft smiles. “It was worth it.”

“No, why are you inviting me somewhere? I mean, I am so much younger, I am so much more childish, I am so messy…”

“I know all of that, I had you followed.”

“I am… You what?”

“I had you followed to make sure you are exactly who you say you are,” Mycroft folds tips of his fingers together in front of his face, just like Sherlock does. “You are. And that is why I am here and not in a meeting. You are absolutely spontaneous and natural, and I haven’t had a lunch with such a real person in a very long time, that’s all.”

“So you want me to…”

“It is just a dinner,” something in Mycroft’s eyes is telling you that it is not - he is too serious, and he looks just weirdly, especially the way he looks at the every feature of your face. “I want to learn more about you.”

“You probably have cameras in my room, don’t you?” he doesn’t answer, and you literally crush your head on the table. “And why say you want to learn more about me if you already know more than I do?”

“I want to see who you are as a person.”

“I am just a usual person.”

“No, Y/N, not any more,” he sighs. “I had a full background check ran on you. I had you checked and re-checked,” you raise an eyebrow. “Because you are perfect.”

“I am what now?”

“You are perfect,” Mycroft repeats calmly. “Absolutely perfect, I could not wish to meet a better person. I do not care that you are younger. Or that you are naive. Or that you are messy. Or that you watch TV series, while I am working. Or anything from what I got from my sources. You are special.”

“That sounded almost like a declaration of love, Mycroft Holmes. Be careful,” you try to turn it into a joke. He smiles.

“Just have dinner with me. Get to know me. I know you want to, you told me so.”

“That was before I learned I tried to flirt with the British government!”

“And that is what makes you so special,” he slowly raises his hand and gently touches your cheek, then tucks a curl behind your ear. “You want to know me… for me.”

“That is because you look so damn well,” you answer quickly.

“We both know it’s not true.”

“Oh, come on! You know you look perfect,” you murmur, slowly realizing that Mycroft never removed the fingers from your face, so he is simply playing with your stupid curl that doesn’t want to stay calm. “Mister Holmes…”

“It is Mycroft.”

“It’s Lord Holmes because your brother said you are not a type of person that desires romantic relationship, and my dreams include being with a person that likes me and not just… finds my history clean enough to deal with me.”

“I forgot how difficult relationship is,” Mycroft sighs. “I do like you. Now just stop being stubborn and have the dinner with me. If you don’t like it, you will be back here in no time.”

“Do I even have choice?” he smiles softly. “Fine. Yes, I will have dinner with you.”

“I am glad,” he gently takes your hand and holds it for a few seconds before softly kissing your fingertips. “I will see you next Sunday then. Thank you.”

“Mycroft?”

“Y/N?”

“I am a really weird person.”

“I know,” he nods and smiles. “It does not scare me off, if that is what you were hoping to do.”


Does anyone want part 3? I am not sure if this one is as good as part 1, but I really like the way it goes… So, yeah. Part 3, anyone?

Off-Limits II

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Off-Limits II
[Some rules are hard to follow│Junoflo]

▽ Off-Limit I

It was quite the feat, making it across your room without stepping on your shattered lamp and to somehow get decent enough to sit in your living room for a lecture. You huffed, hugging Sam’s jacket around your body watching Jung Kwon pace. As if he was so angry he was looking for the right words.

“Please tell me Tiger JK-Hyung isn’t your brother” Sam sighed, rubbing his temples and whispered to you.

“Brother in law” you rolled your eyes. “He’s married to my sister.”

“Tasha-Noona is your sister!?” he groaned.

“You know my sister?”

Jung Kwon scoffed looking at you. “Sam is Feel Ghood Music’s newest member.”

“What? I didn’t know?” you groaned. Out of all the people, you could have possibly met. It had to be someone in direct relation to work. “It doesn’t really matter..Oppa you need to leave now.”

“But-”

“No buts” you stood up, pushing him toward the door. “Thanks for bringing me food. I’ll see you, and Unnie tomorrow for lunch. And not a moment sooner.”

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any images of the henna designs used and how they vary across different ethnic groups? I'm familiar with henna and my Indian neighbour taught me her traditions around it and applied some designs to me when I was a curious child and she was getting ready for a wedding, but I would assume designs very considerably between cultures as well as the context in which they are used. Would you be able to direct me to info on this? Thanks :)

You’re absolutely right — henna designs vary considerably from region to region… I often post pictures about it if you look through my henna tag. Here are some examples of different styles:

This is the style traditionally done in much of Morocco, known today simply as “bildi” (’rustic’ or ‘old-fashioned’)… Commonly associated with the “Imperial Cities” of Fes, Meknes, and Marrakech, it shares many similarities with the traditional embroidery (terz) of that region — note the division of space into diamonds and triangles, the use of parallel lines, and the toothed edging. Photo taken by me in Fes, 2014:

This is another style seen in Morocco, in the southern regions and Sahara. This “Sahrawi” style shares some elements with the henna of central and northern Morocco, but is similar in layout to the henna done in Mauritania. Photo from Flickr:

The henna of Mauritania is breathtakingly unique and immediately recognizable. In my opinion the henna artists of Mauritania are among the most talented and technically accomplished in the world; designs were traditionally done in reverse with a tape resist, and today they are also drawn (there’s actually a whole book about it!). Photo from Flickr:

And West Africa has its own style as well, commonly seen in Mali, Nigeria, Senegal, and other places in the region — done in reverse with tape, like in Mauritania, but with longer lines and different layouts. Photo by Casey McMenemy, from my article on henna in West Africa:

There is also a unique and recognizable style in East Africa, on the Swahili Coast (Kenya, Tanzania, etc.). Unfortunately today they often use the dangerous “black henna” chemical dye, but as you can see it can be easily replicated with natural henna (from this article on henna on the Swahili Coast):

The countries of the Arabian Peninsula have their own set of styles too, known as khaleeji (“Gulf”), which are today immensely popular around the world (even in places like Morocco and India which have their own longstanding traditions of henna design). In the Khaleej itself there are many henna salons with local and international artists, and so the designs are constantly evolving; the constant, for me, is the open layout and the contrast between thick and thin. Here’s an example of some contemporary khaleeji-style work (from Instagram):

Of course, Persia was once the heartland of henna, and in the Safavid period we have many depictions of beautiful, elaborate henna patterns in illustrated manuscripts. While the tradition died out during the Qajar period under the influence of Western fashion, it is clear that there was once a “Persian style” of henna, which some artists have attempted to continue or revive. This is a (very zoomed-in) detail from Mir Sayyid Ali’s 1540 masterpiece “A Nomadic Encampment” (and for more on Persian henna, see this article):

And while India came rather late to the henna-pattern game, developing traditions of henna art only in the 18th-19th century, by the 20th century South Asia had become one of the centres of henna art worldwide, and the henna styles from the region are probably the most common and recognizable today. That’s not to say that they were always what we think of today as “Indian-style” henna — here’s an example of Rajasthani designs from the 1950s recorded by Jogendra Saksena, which are quite different than the style of henna common in India today:

Not to mention the fact that within the Indian subcontinent, there are (or have been, historically) distinct regional styles: Pakistani, Marwari, Rajasthani, and more… And of course, henna designs are constantly changing! What was popular and stylish twenty years ago is not the same as what was popular ten years ago, or what is popular now. Especially with the interconnectedness of the internet, artists around the world are able to learn from each other, spread innovations, and merge styles in new and exciting ways.

Compare this old-fashioned, recognizably Pakistani-style design (from Flickr):

To the contemporary work of Pakistani-American artist (and dear friend of mine) Sabreena Haque, who combines motifs and layouts from Indian, Pakistani, Gulf, and Moroccan patterns, along with inspiration from many other areas of art and nature (from her Instagram):

And there’s so much more to explore! There seems to be a unique style of henna patterns in the Balkans, similar to their tattooing and embroidery. What were henna designs like in medieval Spain? Yemenite Jews had their own unique patterns and techniques as well, which still need more research. And there’s more to say about the evolution of henna designs in Morocco too!

I could go on and on, but perhaps that’s enough for now. Let me know if I can answer any other questions!

     “I’m originally from Malaysia, but I moved away when I was 10 years old. We lived in the Netherlands for three years, then came back to Malaysia before I later moved to the UK to study. I came back to Malaysia, but moved to Thailand just one year later, and I moved to Japan after that, where I now live and work. And a lot of my friends have similar experiences.
     “It’s called being a ‘third culture child,’ kids who don’t grow up in their own culture and instead assume the culture of the country where they live. All those different cultures you’ve experienced blend together, and as you get more and more distant from your original country, you end up not really knowing where you come from.
      “A lot of the time, having those international experiences has worked out well for me because I can easily relate to people from different cultures. But one thing that’s sad is that a lot of old-fashioned traditions are getting lost.
     “I’m from Chinese descent, and when I was a kid, I would celebrate Chinese New Year every year. But I haven’t celebrated it since moving to Thailand—it’s been seven years now. I don’t think I can even remember the things I’m supposed to do to celebrate it properly.”  

Summer Nights. {Rowaelin AU}

Okay. This is my end of a prompt exchange with @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty​ (read her end HERE), and follows the prompt: “The fire alarm went off at 3 am and now the cute guy from the apartment next door is standing next to me in his underwear,” with a Rowaelin pairing. It may not be my best work, but I think we can all agree that this gives us major Rowaelin feels.

Are we the only ones that picture Rowan as a boxer-brief guy?

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Aelin thought she was still dreaming when she heard the fire alarm, but her eyes opened to find the terrible truth: it was real. To her dismay, she rose from her bed, groggy and annoyed, and slipped on her flip flops before grabbing her phone off her nightstand and running out the door.

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Klaus Mikaelson - His Witch 4

Words count: 1489

Warning: None

A/N: THIS IS THE LAST PART! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT. I LOVED WRITING IT SO MUCH!


@cococola-cocaine said 

More of his witch please! Need a part 4 😍😍😍😍😍 love your work btw!!

@dark-night-sky-99 said

Hello, I was wondering if your were planing on writing a 4th part for the one shot his witch. And if you are could you add me to the tag list? Thank you!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3


When you finally woke up, you found your daughter by your side, her hands clutching one of yours, and Klaus standing by the door but you paid him no attention.

“Oh, (Y/D/N) are you okay? Did Dahlia hurt you?” You asked (Y/D/N) sitting up, your eyes doing a quick check on her. (Y/D/N) threw her arms around you and pulled you in for a bone crushing hug. She buried her face into your neck and her body started to shake. You rocked her softly. “Baby please don’t cry.” You whispered softly in her ear and ran your hand through her hair, starting to tear up yourself.

“I though you’ve died when they brought you in.” She said with a cracking and shaking violently voice.

“But I’m not, and I too thought you were dead when I didn’t find you at home.” You said and you looked at Klaus from over your daughter’s shoulder and gave him a simple but meaningful nod. Klaus returned the gesture and left the two of you to give you some privacy, even though almost every living creature in the house could hear you anyway.

“How long have I been out for?” You leaned back onto the headboard with (Y/D/N) joining you on bed so she was resting her head on your chest, and her arms around your waist.

“Three days.” She said, and you hummed running your hand through her hair. “You know… Klaus was really worried about you.”

“Was he?” You asked surprised, halting your hand movement for a few seconds.

“Yeah if I wasn’t by your side, he was and he even stayed with me a lot too, and we would talk.” You were really surprised to hear that, but it made you feel slightly giddy inside. No male has cared about you like that in a very, very long time. You two just sat there talking for a while, before (Y/D/N) fell asleep. You were trying to move onto the bed her slowly so she wouldn’t wake up. When two hands moved her gently of you and so she was fully on the bed and resting her head on a pillow. Klaus nodded his head to the door, and you got up as silently as you could and followed him out of the room. You gently closed the door, before turning to Klaus.

“You must be hungry.” Klaus said and only then did you realize how hungry you actually are.

“I feel like I haven’t ate in ages.” You said and again followed Klaus, this time to the kitchen.

“Well, you have been asleep for three days and I’m sure you haven’t eaten anything before that either, with all the worrying and planning.”

“I guess you’re right.” You sat on the stool in front of the island and watched as Klaus moved around the kitchen getting the ingredients that he needed. “So, chef Mikaelson, what is it that you are making this fine evening?”

“Pasta with white sauce and steak.” Klaus said with a wink. You raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“So that’s what you and (Y/D/N) have been talking about? My favorite food.”

“That and other things, like where you’ve been before New Orleans… her father.”

“Her father? What did she say about him?” You asked him quietly.

“Nothing much, just that she never met him.” Klaus said.

“Yeah well he was a screw up and an asshole.” You mumbled, and sighed. Before Klaus could say anything a voice called for Klaus, you turned to see Hayley making her way into the kitchen, with Hope in her arms.

“Klaus, it’s your turn.” Hayley said and you smiled at the cute baby. “Oh, (Y/N) it’s nice to see you up, I would’ve stayed but I have to go to a meeting with the wolves.”

“That’s okay, I understand.” You told her with a smile. “Here let me hold her, until Klaus finish cooking.”

“Thank you, it’s good to have someone with experience.” Hayley gave Hope to you, kissed her daughters cheek and left. You played with Hope while Klaus cooked, Klaus was steeling glances at you and his daughter every time leaving a smile at his face. You had such a way with Hope. She fell in love with you fast.

“God, your daughter is so cute.” You told Klaus smiling at the small girl on your lap.

“She is.” Klaus smiled down at Hope with so much love. “I’ll be done in a bit.”

“Okay.”

***

Not long after that Klaus finished and you ate while Klaus held Hope. You smiled as you watched Klaus interact with Hope. He was really gentle and loving. It make your heart race ever so slightly. Klaus looked up at you and his eyes met yours, making you blush a deep shade of red. But you didn’t look away you only smiled. Klaus returned your smile, and you went back to finishing your food.

After you finished your food, you both moved to Hope’s room. She was tired and it was time for her nap.

“Here let me put her to sleep.” You said as you took Hope from Klaus. You missed the time (Y/D/N) was a baby. She grew up to fast in your opinion. You held Hope and started to hum softly a lullaby that you used to sing for (Y/D/N) while she was a toddler. You moved around the room, while Klaus leaned back on the wall and watched you with interest. In no time Hope fell asleep. You put her in her crib, after making sure she was indeed asleep you left her room, following Klaus out. You closed the bedroom door and turned, just to be met with blue eyes staring at you. You and Klaus were so close, you could feel his breath on your face. Your heart started beating faster. As you two looked at each other in silence.

Slowly your eyes ran down the curves in Klaus’s face until your eyes found his plump and full lips. You couldn’t help but bite your own lips, you heard Klaus’ breathe hitch. Your eyes then snapped up to his eyes, that was on your own lips before they met yours once again.

“I have never met a woman like you in all of my existence.” Klaus said softly as his right hand wrapped around your back and pulled you close, while his left one moved your hair out of your face and behind your ear. “You interest me in such away no one has ever done… and you made me care about you.”

“Klaus.” You whisper in a light voice, feeling as if you were in paradise. “I care about you too, and you made me feel like no one has ever done before.”

Klaus then leaned forward and pulled you closer, making your lips meet. Klaus’ lips moved against yours in hunger. Your hands were around his neck leaving no space between the two of you. You moaned as Klaus bite your bottom lip asking for entrance that you aloud.

“Mom?” You instantly pulled back and looked at (Y/D/N) with wide eyes. You didn’t know what to do or say.

“(Y/D/N) look-“ “It’s okay, mom. I’m not mad or anything, just surprised, look if you and Klaus are a thing does that mean we can stay in New Orleans?” She asked with hopeful eyes. You were surprised with how well she was taking this, you looked at Klaus who gave you a nod.

“Yeah, we can stay.”

“Oh thank god, I was getting tired of moving so much.” She said smiling. “Okay go back to what you were doing.”

And with that she was gone, you stared at where (Y/D/N) was standing with confusion. “What just happened?”

“I believe your lovely daughter just approved of us.” Klaus whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Now why don’t we go back to what we were doing?”

“Not so fast mister.” You said and turned to face him. “First you have to ask me out on a date, I’m an old fashioned woman.”

“Well then my lady, would you like going on a date with me tomorrow night at 7 PM?” Klaus said his accent thick and rich.

“I don’t know, I’ll have to think about it.” Klaus then glared at you. You laughed before quickly quieted down remembering that you were standing beside Hope’s door. “Okay, okay I’ll go out with you.”

“Well that’s good.” Klaus said and kissed your lips quickly before walking away smirking, before you could even realize what was going on.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, and started to follow him.


And that was the start of the most powerful couple to ever exist. The Hybrids that ruled New Orleans. The vampire-werewolf hybrid and the vampire-witch hybrid. You lived years upon years in love, power and compassion. Coming to New Orleans indeed is the best thing that has ever happened to you.

My Eyes - Part 4

Pairing: Bucky; Steve x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 4,263

Story Description: Steve is a good man, America’s golden boy, a hero. He’s Captain America for christ’s sake! So it’s normal to want what he has… right? Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even deserve the second chance at life he’s been given. But Bucky can never let him know. Steve can never find out that his friend is in love with his best girl.

Story takes place post “CA: CW” and all tension has been resolved.

Previously On…


Bucky woke up with a raging headache. He squinted at the sunlight beaming into his room. Of course he’d forgotten to close the blinds last night.

He was about to let out an annoyed groan when his senses were suddenly aware of another presence in the room. He glanced over to the other side of the bed to find a woman passed out, with only a sheet covering her naked body.

The chaos of last night suddenly came rushing back to him.

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I’m Simply Another Case (Part One)

Title: I’m Simply Another Case

Pairings: Sherlock x Reader

Word Count: 942

Summary: Reader finds themselves in the middle of Moriaty and Sherlocks feud, after ignoring Sherlock’s warnings.

Warnings: Angst, kidnapping, self depreciation (is that a warning? I feel like that would be a warning to some peeps.)

A/N: This is a request by; @libsybum Xx

I’ve taken so long to actually write something, so here you go! It’s my first Sherlock one, and I’ve kind of dragged it out a bit so there’s going to be another part. Please go easy on me, I haven’t watched Sherlock for ages seeing as I’ve been binge-watching Stranger Things, Supernatural, and other stuff I’ve found as well (I have a lot of time on my hands and yet I don’t?). Xxx

ALSO I seem to be making a lot of series so expect to see a masterlist sometime around the new year - I kinda need it to remind me of what I’ve written as well :/



Sherlock: Get out of the flat. Now. SH

Y/N: What? Why?

Sherlock: No time to explain.

Sherlock: Do you trust me?

Y/N: Yes?

Sherlock: Then I need you to go to your parents’ house. Mrs Hudson is with Mycroft.

Y/N: Sherlock…

Sherlock: Leave through the back door. Hurry.

Y/N: Is this another one of your experiments?

Y/N: I don’t have time for this, Sherlock. I’m not one of your lab rats for you to use whenever you want to.

Sherlock: This isn’t a damn experiment, Y/N! You have to leave the flat. Now.

Sherlock: Have you left?

Sherlock: I’m going to need a response. SH

Sherlock: Y/N?

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